#solomon x fem reader

[thebellearchives]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after a late night talk with you Solomon discovers he’s not as alone as he thinks he is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess, reader calls him Sol), biting, slight bondage???, fingering, vaginal sex, a bit of hair pulling, creampie, fluff/comfort at the very end

‧₊˚ a / n : this is set on lesson 46-12, there are some context spoilers but i think it should be fine?? if i missed anything that i should add to the content warnings please let me know ~

The room was dark and the quiet night had been unexpectedly interrupted by heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing coming off in between the sheets, and the fulfilling sounds of mouths kissing in complicit lust. Solomon hovered over you, his arms supporting his weight at each side of your face. Your arms slithered from his naked chest to the back of his neck, fingers grasping his soft silvery white hair and eyes lingering over his inked pale skin. The way the complicated patterns of seemingly infinite pacts threaded with one another and decorated his body was mesmerizing, and when you breathed in through your mouth you could even taste a hint of his worn out cologne in the air. A slight uncertainty clouded your mind for a minute, not knowing if you were getting high off his scent or his touch.

“I thought i’d never get a chance like this” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and sigh “wherever you go they follow, they never left you alone, i had lost most hope…”

And even then, he was still right. As if the brothers would ever leave you alone, the twins were still sleeping in the room next door. Biting your lip, you hoped to be as quiet and you thought you were being. Not like you could’ve thought about it much longer though, because Solomon’s hot tongue stole a taste of your skin and you jolted, panting and tugging his hair, he groaned.

“I’m so glad you still found your way to me” you could barely speak when one of his hands slid down your exposed skin, feeling as much of you as he could and making his way to your core “I feel like i’ve waited forever for you to come try something.”

His lips came back looking for yours and you gladly welcomed him with a kiss the both of you longed for. His fingers slid across your folds and you hitched a breath, he smiled into the kiss in teasing mischief and you thought your heart might’ve skipped a beat at that. Solomon’s thumb started rubbing circles at your nub. You broke the kiss with a sharp breath, hands flying back to his shoulders in order to somehow stabilize yourself from your own body’s reactions.

“Sol…” His lips pressed against yours in hopes of swallowing any sound. When his lips parted ways with yours for a small moment a small moan scraped from between your teeth, arching your back in response to the circular motion of his thumb.

“Shh, be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up your body guards do you?” immediately after the words left his mouth, you felt one of his fingers slipping inside of you. You huffed through your nose in annoyance, how exactly did he expect you to keep quiet? “you’re so wet princess, i wonder why?”

Cocky bastard. You pulled him back onto your lips, but instead of kissing him you bit his lower lip.

“Shit, alright, sorry” he giggled. But he didn’t mean it, because it was easy for him to slip another finger while pumping them in and out, crooking his fingertips slightly.

“Fuck, Solomon” you whined, a pleasured groan scratched in your vocal chords in the way out. His other hand went in search of one of your breasts. The touch of his long slender fingers grasping on your skin as if he was clutching the very bedsheets underneath, teasing the areola and then rolling the hardened nipple playfully. Solomon’s ghostly grey eyes glistened with the faint moonlight coming through the window and stared at you in fascination, dilated pupils reveling in the expression on your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his husky and agitated voice sounded like music to your ears.

Your eyes started to get hazy, your thoughts were scattered around the fiery feeling of the friction of his fingers moving in and out of you, the rubbing of his thumb on your clit, his other hand massaging your breast. The bliss of his touch was building up more and more and your throat closed up in a desperate attempt of silence.

“Sol- I- I’m-” Your nails dug on his skin, you almost choked on your own saliva, shutting your eyes.

“Not yet darling” everything stopped at once, and you immediately fluttered your lashes open in search of him. You were about to protest, but when he shifted his position in between your legs you felt the tip of his member threatening at your entrance.

“You’re ready for me yet?”

“Yes” the reply came almost immediately “yes”

He grabbed his cock and gathered the arousal dripping out of you, making your thighs jerk and hug his hipbones. You let out yet another annoyed whine. He giggled at your reaction, and bent forwards to give you a tender kiss when he finally started sliding inside you at a tortuously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so needy” he tried to keep his cool, but the raspiness of his voice and the slight falter of his words was unmissable to you.

A hushed exhale hissed its way out through his teeth as your walls ultimately enveloped him completely. You pulled him down on top of you from his neck until his chest hit against yours. He gasped at the gesture, then gave you a moment to adjust. Wandering hands explored the path of the curves of your silhouette in desire, and he felt like getting drunk on the shaky breath your mouth poured in between his lips. His long slender fingers traveled across your arms towards your wrists to hold them above your head.

“You can move” you whispered.

His body glided on top of yours, slowly doing what you asked for, a fine layer of sweat on your bodies acting as glue. One of his arms slithered under the curve of your lower back to hold you close to him, and his right hand slid across your neck and into the roots of your hair. You tried to move your hands back to his silky locks, but soon discovered your wrists were bound together, and wouldn’t move where you wanted them to. He must’ve used magic.

“Such a pretty princess…” he managed to whisper while building up a rhythm “guarded by angels and demons… waiting for me, sitting pretty on the throne…”

Waiting, waiting and waiting, that was what your relationship with him was all about. Waiting for him to talk more to you, to let his eyes linger more on you, to make a move at all. Wishing for more time with him, wishing for the courage to confess the feelings that burned in your chest like wildfire whenever the sorcerer’s silver eyes laid over you ever so slightly. You rolled you eyes and let your head fall back as his hips thrusted rhythmically against yours, the angle brushing your clit just right and panting, gasping for air and hoping it would fan the flames that were starting to deliciously consume your body. He planted little kisses on your chin, trailing your jawline.

“I still managed to fool them all for you” his trusts became harder with his statements, he started whispering in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “i fooled them all for you tonight”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Fooled them all. Getting rid of Lucifer’s power and influence by shrinking him with the perfect excuse, and knowing the little antic would keep Satan and Mammon entertained enough to leave you alone for a at least a while. Guiding you across Levi’s fictional world with only the twins for company, the two brothers he could easily get rid of by sorting them together in a room so he could share the remaining one with you. He’s a genius, you thought. He toyed with demons like he would with chess pieces. His tongue ran down to the crook of your neck, teeth caught your skin and you felt his sharp canines playfully looking forward to leave a mark on you, provoking a moan roll off your tongue.

“I don’t need demons or angels, i need you.” the confession left your mouth like a waterfall, and you knew you couldn’t stop it, because your mind started to get cloudy and all you could think about was the way he was driving you mad. The fact that it was him, your mentor for whom you’d harbored an intense love for such a long time “i’m just a human, and i was made for a human, you.”

“Say that again” he was the one who sounded needy then, and somehow you were so aware of everything, that you felt the throbbing of his veins stimulate you from the inside and hinting at how close he was of his own release, you felt the muscles of your belly tightening in foreshadow of yours too “say your mine, darling…”

You inhaled sharply from your nose when his fingers grasped your hair from its roots and pulled, he licked your lower lip and you gasped.

“I’m yours i’m yours im yours” you chante the words in a moan, like they were your own personal mantra, your walls clenched uncontrollably around him and as you felt the pinnacle of pleasure rush through your body. A warm liquid filled you up and for a moment you swore you could feel stars bolt through all of your veins and arteries. You opened your mouth to let it all out, but Solomon quickly quieted you down by kissing you and swallowing the sounds. You both were left a heavy breathing mess, he caressed your cheek.

“My lovely little apprentice…” he whispered agitatedly, the white long lashes that framed his eyes tickled your face. You melted in his embrace, cheeks flushed to the limit and basking in the afterglow.

“Sol…”

“Yes darling?”

“… my arms, please?”

The sorcerer suddenly pulled his face away from yours, eyes widened and a bashful flush lit his cheeks, granting him an adorable boyish charm that filled your chest with adoration. You giggled at such innocent reaction.

“Right, yes, sorry.”

His body stretched as his hands reached for yours to release you from the spell. It was a relief to finally be able to move your arms, and the first thing your instinct asked for was to run your fingers through his now damp hair.

“Are you okay?” his sudden concern almost made his pupils tremble when they searched for yours.

“I’m more than okay” you replied with a small chuckle, and he sighed, a little smile tugging from the corners of his mouth.

“Alright” Solomon pushed himself above you and pulled out from in between your legs with a grunt. The feeling of emptiness made your body feel cold, and the feeling of his seed leaking out of you made your frame shudder underneath his “we should get you clean shouldn’t we?”

“Wait!” your hands grabbed him by his shoulders in sudden urgency. He blinked twice, staring.

“Yes?”

Your heartbeat started racing once again, your trembling hands cupped his face. For a moment, hesitation forced you to bite your lip in a attempt to keep your pathetic words hidden from him. Specially when he was looking at you in expectation, and he was so ethereal that for a split second your mind almost convinced you that everything that had just happened was a dream, and you were scared that if he left you’d wake up. You licked your lips and sighed.

“Love does not evade you, Solomon.”

His breath got caught up on his throat out of nowhere.

“W-what?”

“You said that even on centuries on end, some things still manage to elude you. It’s not true. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. I’m here for you.”

His facial features then softened, a fond smile adorning his expression with tenderness. He didn’t say anything, instead his hand caressed your cheek and then leaned in to leave a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

[caffeineaddictwriter]

Alfie Solomon’s with a baking obsessed wife!

Description: headcannons of Alfie with a reader who has an obsession with baking!

Warnings: bit of sexual touching, f! Reader.

•can easily get used to coming home to a kitchen table stacked with trays of baked goods.

•will always give you money to go buy baking supplies no matter the cost or time.

•will wrap his arms around your waist when your mixing something and slowly inch one of his hands up to your breasts.

•always showing off his baking wife.

•likes to rub it in tommys face whenever they have a meeting, will always have cakes that you’ve baked but won’t let Tommy touch them.

•will always be willing to be a tester for new recipes you come up with.

•once death glared Ollie for a solid week because you gave him a bit of cake first.

•scolds you when you give Cyril some of your baking but in reality he loves seeing the beast content as he eats a bit of your sweet treats.

•is so used to the smell of baking when he comes home that if he doesn’t smell it he goes into panic mode.

•will go all soft mode if you start criticising your own baking.

•if you get the need to bake in the middle of the night you bet your ass he’s joining.

•he’ll drink a cold whiskey as he helps you with whatever you need him to do.

•he gives you some of his mother and grandmothers recipe books and almost cries when you make a dish from them.

[koolades-world]

Hey! I love your writing and your descriptions, I wanted to ask for HC Very specific, of the brothers and side characters dealing with an MC who isn't very comfortable around men, in the plural, like an MC who gets nervous when she is in the room and all the brothers are gathered and close to her, an MC who feels nervous about intimate touches from men. Not in a bad way, like she didn't like the brothers, but because of trauma with Mens.

hi! sure thing :)

enjoy <3

Mc uncomfortable around men

Lucifer

he knows he can be a lot, so he tones himself down for you

if he has to yell at mammon, he'll make sure you're out of the house

in fact, if it makes you more comfortable, he can arrange for you to live elsewhere

Mammon

he understands that you need space

he wants the best for you, so he will try his best to not be too much

anything he can do, just let him know <3

Levi

he likes his space, so he hopes you'll feel less triggered around him

he will also keep his voice down and won't yell at his games

if he can help you, he will

Satan

he knows his wrath can make you not want to be around him

he'll work on himself even further to ensure you are more comfortable

anything for you <3

Asmo

he loves you and wants to respect your boundaries

he makes sure he's always doing just that

he never wants to make you uncomfortable, so please let him know if he is!

Beel

he thinks of you as family

he'll hold back on hugs and things of that manner if you want him to

he'll still make you feel welcome and included, because you still mean the world to him

Belphie

he feels even more guilty about the events of lesson 16 now

he doesn't expect you to want to be around him anymore, and he's made his peace with that

however, if you still do, he'll make sure he makes it up to you in every way possible

Diavolo

as the prince of the devildom, he has many resources at his fingertips

whatever you need, he can get it for you

all you have to do is let him know however you are most comfortable doing <3

Barbatos

if you even need a break from the hol

you have a home in the palace

he'll make sure you're well taken care of, and the little d's will be more than happy to help

Simeon

if you ever want to talk, he makes sure he can be that for you

but if it can't be him, he finds someone trusted that you can confide in

his love is delivered in the form of baked goods, so he often makes sure a box of them shows up on your doorstep

Solomon

if you ever need any sort of spells or potions, he lets you know you can come to him

he could even create some sort of man repellent haha

but, in all seriousness, he will do whatever he can for you

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 10 - Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

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

Trigger Warnings: Typical peaky blinders level violence, swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alf- Alfie-"

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

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

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

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

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

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

You Have a Deal

Author's note; Hey all, this is my first run at publishing my writing, hope someone likes it and let me know what you think! I have done some mild PB plot alterations to fit my story better.

Summary; When the Shelby family is under attack from the Changrettas the youngest sibling, Lillian, makes a deal with a distant business partner to ensure the safety of her loved ones.

Content warnings; mild spoilers.

The air of the afternoon was cold this day. Impenetrable grey covered the sky above Birmingham and pressed an awful feeling into Lillian. Her gaze down at the cobblestone, she made her way through the lively Calver Lane until she reached her destination, Solomon’s Mill. She looked up at the building and thought once again of her reasons for coming. No one had known she was here, and she liked it that way. With her family under siege and fair reasoning long gone from the Shelby family, she decided that it was her who needed to devise a plan. A way out. A way through. She moved through the final steps until she reached the door of the old brick building. Built sometime in the 1820’s she could tell Solomon’s Mill was a long standing business on the outskirts of the city. A staple of Birmingham that lasted through the most disheartening economic conditions. Owned and founded by the Solomon’s family after they immigrated to England. Nothing shook this old place; not guns, not violence, not the bloody communists. Always there and always of interest to the Peaky Blinders. They were cordial, if not cooperative at times. Now, Lillian relied on that mutual respect to hold steady when she pushed open the large barn-style doors. 

The air sweeping from the factory carried the sent of the fresh grain being processed through the large, rusted machinery. The shadows of the quick moving men bustling around danced at her feet as she walked through the threshold and made her way to a small room attached to right wood slat wall. Rapping three times on the fragile wooden frame a younger man looked up from his desk and cocked an eyebrow to Lillian. 

“Ye’,” he said quickly, barely parting his lips to speak. 

Slowly, calmly, with the utmost care to appear collected in her appearance, she spoke, “ I’m here to see Mister Solomons.” 

Eyeing her up and down, the nameless man gradually stood from his seat and addressed her more directly than before. He stood not much taller than the young Shelby. Short curls held close to his head and a tattered apron hung off his thin frame. 

“And what’s yer’ order of business?” he questioned. 

“I believe that to be a private matter.” 

He walked around his desk and Lillian did her best not to release the stern eye contact she held on him since her arrival. A lesson from Tommy she knew well, for when you look into the eyes of another man it is much harder to lie; and much harder to kill. 

“Open the purse.” He spoke flatly, unblinking. 

She dropped the small purse defiantly onto the wood-back chair in front of her. She flipped open the small titanium latch and took a small step back to allow the gaunt man his inspection uninterrupted. He drew a pencil from behind his ear and flicked through her things, like they were dirty. Like they were not worthy to be touched by the human hand. Without a word, he looked once again into the dark eyes of the woman before him and peaked over he shoulder into the doorway leading back to the vast factory floor. 

“Come with me,” he ordered in the same flat tone. 

Picking up her bag, Lillian followed him as he walked quickly out into the large room and maneuvered through the men and machines working in impeccable rhythm. She willed herself to keep pace with the small man, heels echoing through the loud space and causing men to turn their heads both in amusement and strict curiosity. Once her escort reached the back most offices of the mill he cracked open the door and spoke softly in a language Lillian did not recognize. After a few exchanges the man stepped to the motioned for Ms. Shelby to enter the small, dark closet. 

There, Mr. Solomons sat at an old oak desk, leaned far back in his seat with the amusement of a child lingering on his bearded face. 

“Ahhh Lillian,” he spoke loudly, “to what do I owe this enormous pleasure.”

“Mr. Solomons.” A brief pause as Lillian sat herself slowly on the chair paced strangely close to the overbearing desk. “There are a few matters I wish to discuss with you and I preferred them to be in person.” 

“Ah sweetheart, and what might that be. Did the new sweets parlor open up just past Harding, is that it?” He bellowed with laughter and Lillians eyes remained engrained in his skull. She always thought back to the words of her older brother in moments of this gravity. 

“Don’t look away from them - the men who wish to kill you - it only gives them time to make that decision.” 

Once the fitful bits of laughs subsided and the ringing from the old slat walls hushed away, Lillian spoke in the same calm tone she had mastered years earlier. 

“I believe I have something you want.” 

Another astonished chucked escaped the burly man. 

“And what would that be?” 

A cold breeze moved through the room. It never occurred to Lillian why men of such power chose to have a room so small to reside in. When her family had the means, they awarded themselves luxury. But Alfie, he hid away in this small closet. Maybe it made himself feel bigger in some way. 

“Brooklyn.” 

“The fuck you mean ‘Brooklyn’,” 

“Brooklyn. New York. Chicago. Shit maybe Boston by the time we are done.” 

The boss moved up farther in his seat. He readjusted his head to the side, believing that he may have heard the young girl wrong. 

“Love, what the fuck are you on about? Did you brother send you.” 

Almost too quickly she responded, “I came on my own accord.” She didn’t like always falling under the wing of her family; Tommy in particular. While the Shelby name came with certain privileges bestowed upon her at birth, she valued her identity. So long she had relied on Thomas to protect the family. Now, with the looming threat of the Italian’s hanging over like a dark cloud, she was on her final idea to pull her family through to safety. 

“Shelby company limited has taken a special interest in the American liquor market. We feel that it would be in your interest, as well as ours, if we cooperated on this matter. Together, we both have much to gain,” she continued, finally regaining her full composer. 

“Ye’ and why would I want business in America? What’s the fuckin’ catch?” Solomons pressed. 

“The Changretta family has made advances against my family. We are now using this opportunity to move into the American market while they are occupied here. This is a quite unique chance to collaborate with our American acquaintance without the influence of the Italians. With your power, as well as ours, I think that we could quite a fitting sum.” For the first time, Lillian broke her gaze away, reaching into her purse to exhume a cigarette before flashing her eyes back to Alfie. He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the old wood breaking the frigid silence. He gaze slowly moved back and forth over the ceiling while his hands rested behind his head. 

“Power,” he began. “Your power and my power,” almost as if he was explaining the concept to a child. “Where is your brother at, Lillian?” 

“He is attending to other business in Bristol.” Lillian, as a principle, didn’t like lying. But, as a Shelby, it came as naturally as breathing. 

“Where is Arthur?”

“Overseeing the tracks.” A puff of smoke escaped from her lips following her statement. 

“Then who in the fuck sent you?” His anger showed. Frustration. Questioning. He was half expecting one of Tommy’s men to appear from behind the doorframe and put a bullet between his eyes, finally revealing this to be an elaborate set up orchestrated by the young woman before him and her devilish relatives. But the bullet never flew and Lillian sat motionless in his chair waiting to respond. 

“I come as a representative of the Shelby Company Limited with a legitimate proposal for enterprise cooperation.” 

“And why should I trust the lot of you? Bunch of gypsy crooks.”

She sat once again, silent, patient, and held his gaze for just a moment to long. Leaning forward, she put the stiff out in a small crystal bowl on the corner of Mr. Solomon’s desk. She retrieved her handbag from her feet and pulled out a small, white envelope. After tossing it lightly on the desk in front of the bearded man she returned to her natural position in the chair, arms crossed, the Shelby, deadpan expression returning to her features. Alfie pulled his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose from the chair laced around his neck. He collected the envelope and carefully took out the ivory card within. A black handprint stained the cover. Mr. Solomons didn’t need to examine the paper any further and flicked up his eyes to meet Lillian’s once again. 

“Every one of us got one.” 

“I see.”

“If the Shelby family dies, your possibilities of every entering the American market get buried with us. Or burned rather…” she trailed on, looking off to the side, examining the bookshelf behind him. “You know, Gypsy things.” 

Alfie released a deeply held sigh and placed the card down back onto the desk with more care than the original owner did. Somewhere, deep down, he held grace for the young woman before him. He recognized that she was a result of her surroundings. Born into the small, violent hole that is Small Heath as a Shelby and since her birth has survived through the forces of her family and her gritty resilience. He new she wanted out. She loved her family, that was her weakness, but she longed to see the hills of the Netherlands and the cathedrals of Austria and the new bustling cities of America. To do this though, she must survive.

“I would need a more formal manner of proposal, numbers and such,” he explained still keeping that condescending tone. But Lillian already began to sit up straighter in anticipation carful not to let this emotion overtake her. “But tentatively, I believe we can work something out.”

A small smirk graced across her lips as she extended her hand. “Very well, Mr. Solomons, I’ll have my associates reach out to your tomorrow.” With that, she was on her feet, quickly remembering to pick up the dreadful letter she had pulled out moments ago. Carful in her movements she walked slowly out of office and shut the door behind her, leaving Alfie sitting in silence, wondering what he had just agreed to. He held much respect for Thomas and therefor placed some onto his younger counterpart. 

Lillian exited the factory and began down the darkening street until she was able to hail an oncoming cab. 

“Watery Lane, please,” she said quietly to the driver who nodded at her instructions. She was eager to meet with Aunt Polly and tell her of her plan of action knowing the elder Shelby would be much more receptive to this idea. Her only fear was Thomas, but that would have to wait. She just hoped that she had done the right thing. 

[thehardy-boys]

The Platform (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Hey! Its literally been like forever but I've had some time to myself and actually written something. This was not requested or anything but I just got inspired with all the new content recently. Anyways, pls enjoy. It's a series so there will be more parts to the story.

Warnings: Sadness, negative thoughts, flirting if you squint (In the future -- smut 😏)

Part 1

(y/n) hadn’t planned on ever coming back.

“I’ll put your tea here then mum. Alright?” (y/n) spoke fairly loudly so the elderly woman could hear. She was nearing eighty and she had lost most of her sight and hearing. She was a ghost nearing on a corpse. But there was no one else to look after her. As these kinds of responsibilities usually fall on the women, the daughters, they fell on (y/n) just the same.  

“I’m heading to work. Mrs. Iona will check in on you from time to time, alright?” The bedroom door was almost closed when she heard the slight mumble coming from the shriveled woman.

“Not supposed to be here. Don’t want her here. Take her away.”

She paused only for a moment suddenly hit with a wave of the past. The tide so strong it almost pulled her into its murky depths. But with the door closed and the sight of her mother taken away (y/n) turned her back and softly made her way out of her mother’s house.

She waved to Mrs. Iona as she shut the front gate and walked back down the street towards the main road. Her shoes already collecting the terrible coal dust.

She hated it here. The heavy air that the sunlight could never quite penetrate which resulted in the town being in a constant gloom. It made her skin crawl. The unhappiness was crippling. The drunkards already stumbling around the street at eleven o’clock in the morning, the starving children running back and forth, the haggard mothers one step closer to the grave and the dark alleys that were haunted with glistening knives, illegal pistols, and razor-sharp caps.

Get me out of here. Get me out of here. (y/n) screamed internally but she only pushed open the heavy wooden door of the newspaper agency and kindly greeted Mrs. Kelley the receptionist before making her way to the back of the building and sitting down at her desk. Another day. More editing. That was her lot in life: never to be the one writing and creating but only a ghost in the machine, a minion behind the scenes.

By the end of every long day at the newspaper house the words would blur into one huge muddle. She’d pack up her small bag, wish a good night to her boss Mr. Beavers, and head home. Her eyes would be sore and her brain throbbing with a headache. But that was just Small Heath, barely living.

(y/n) felt that she had something missing. She knew she had it when she was younger because of all her memories. The vibrancy of the trees she climbed, the scent of baking in the kitchen, the damp fur of their pet dogs after a rain storm. Everything was so vivid back then and full. Her eyes open and wanting, now she was shuttered, fragile, and tired. Her knees often ached and her neck sore from hunching over papers all day. She was decaying, slowly.

“(y/n)!” Her head popped up from her desk at the sound of her name. Polly Gray was making her way towards her. She was as formidable as (y/n) remembered. She rose up to return Polly’s hug.

“Mrs. Gray, It’s so nice to see you!” Polly squeezed a bit tighter. The warmth of her body rubbing off onto (y/n). She welcomed it. It had been so long since she had received any kind of touch.

“When the hell did you get back?”

“About a year now.”

“A year!? A whole year and you didn’t bother to drop me a line?” Her outrage wore the mask of humor but (y/n) could tell there was genuine worry, genuine hurt lurking behind it.

(y/n) shook her head in apology, “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to come back here and then a lot happened and I’ve just been so busy Mrs. Gray. I’m really sorry.”

“No, I know (y/n). I heard what happened. Awful stuff. I had no idea you were here dealing with it all. You should have asked for help.”

(y/n) began to shake her head and ward off Polly’s offer when her boss’s door opened up behind her.

“Ah, Mrs. Gray and Mr. Shelby do come in.” He gestured warmly into his office.

Polly rubbed her arm before stepping inside.

A tall man had been standing behind Polly. (y/n) hadn’t noticed him in the frenzy of the greeting but she didn’t need an introduction. Nobody in Small Heath did. He was just as the ladies described him at the grocers she went to weekly: cold, inscrutable, foreboding, and dangerous.  

(y/n) had lived in Small Heath only until she had turned thirteen and then her family had moved away. Her father had been close to Polly and consequently (y/n), over the years, had played with the young Shelby brothers. (y/n)’s older brother had gotten along well with Arthur and if she concentrated hard enough, she could remember playing hide and seek with Thomas and John Shelby. But it was all so long ago, and she realized she hadn’t seen any of them in over fifteen years. And yet she knew it was Thomas. She knew.

She wondered mildly if he remembered her, “(y/n) (l/n).” That was all he said with a quick nod he passed her by not glancing back and nor did she.

Polly left first and, on her way, reminded (y/n) to drop by. An hour or so later Thomas came out, as well. (y/n) was neck deep in the upcoming Sunday issue so she barely registered the figure standing next to her desk.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby! Did Mr. Beavers ask me to get you any forms?” She pushed away her paper hurriedly and stood up.

He shook his head slowly and continued to stare at her, hands deep in his pockets.

She tilted her head as a question, and he only shrugged slightly.

“I was trying to remember why you left, all those years ago.”

(y/n) sat back down. A flicker of fear coursed through her at the reminder of their family’s departure. A broken window, her father’s bruised face, and her mother’s hands constantly trembling.

“It wasn’t my decision; it was my parents.” She didn’t look up at him and instead pulled her papers back towards her. She didn’t want to sift through all those years. She could barely make it through the present.

He must have sensed the finality because he bid her good day and left but his stare stayed with her all day and even into the night. The frostiness of the blue. The condemnation they held for humanity.

Mr. Beavers explained the next morning that they were starting a partnership with Shelby Limited. They would be expanding their sports column to include more articles on the races. Mr. Beavers excitedly described the hope for a few informative articles on the intricacies of horse racing, training, and breeding. But it wasn’t just about horses Mr. Beavers went on, being attached to Shelby Limited allowed them an easy avenue for new stories and information. It was a ready-made news source.

“All this in exchange for what?” (y/n) asked.

“We give Mr. Shelby’s races publicity and well…occasionally we would publish or not publish certain articles for the company.”

(y/n) crossed her arms, “So they can censor us? What stops them from completely taking over the paper? What if next week they decide they don’t want the Theatre column? Evan and Nate would be out of the job.”

Mr. Beavers frantically shook his head, “It’s not like that, not like that at all. I know Mrs. Gray and I trust her. The company is not interested in that kind of control. I mean we’re only a small agency, (y/n).”

And thus, the partnership began and now not just (y/n) felt the steely stare of Mr. Shelby, but the entirety of the agency did.

It started slowly but Thomas began to come by once or twice a week. It was usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (y/n) learned from Mr. Beavers that they were working on a contract. She would here the tell-tale sound of expensive shoes on the marble floor and know even without looking up who it was. Thomas Shelby walked with such authority in his three piece suits all the young ladies at the agency were already gossiping about him during their lunch breaks. But (y/n) kept her distance.

She had always been an outsider in Small Heath. The community never welcomed her family, something to do with their Jewish ties. And now, after returning, people were even more wary. (y/n) could tell there were whispers behind her back. She ignored the fake apologies about the missing invitation when she caught her colleagues out for a bite to eat all together. It didn’t bother her, not really.

“Mr. Shelby, Mr. Beavers will be right out. His previous meeting’s running a bit late. Please sit down if you’d like.” She gestured to the few arm chairs by the window. He only nodded and sat. He lit his cigarette and did what he always seemed to do around her, stare. And she ignored him in favor of the monumental stack of paperwork in front of her.

“How much do they pay you here?” He asked out of the blue. His deep voice easily cutting through her concentration.

She looked over, “Minimum wage.”

“For all that?” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

(y/n) shrugged.

“You edit, organize, design, and manage each issue and only get minimum wage?”

“I’m not in a position to be picky, Mr. Shelby.” She bristled a bit.

He took another drag and let the smoke column upwards. He did look beautiful with the sunlight streaming in behind him. It caught the contours of his angular face and she thought yeah, I think I get it now.

He cleared his throat and sat back satisfied her attention was now on him, “Don’t you remember me?”

“Yes. I mean we were just kids.” She shrugged lightly.

“We met on the platform.” He took another inhale of his smoke, “After the war.”

(y/n) blinked.

“Yes, we did.” Her throat had gone dry.

He opened his mouth to continue but “(y/n)! I need the consumer reports.” It was Evelyn from the market section. Her plump red lips perking up at the sight of Thomas. (y/n) had the feeling Evelyn already knew he would be here; the reports weren’t needed until the end of the day.

“Yes. Here they are.” (y/n) sifted through her desk and handed over the packet.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Evelyn asked. She played with a few loose strands of her hair.

“Oh. Uh-Mr. Shelby this is Ms. Lowe. Ms. Lowe, Mr. Shelby from Shelby Limited.”

“Ever so pleased to meet you, sir.” She placed a sneaky hand on her hip and shifted her weight a tad to conform her body into an elegant pose.

And she was attractive (y/n) had to admit. She was young and full of vigor. Her hair always done to perfection and makeup never smudged. She looked like a movie star. She looked like a woman all men would fall head over heels for. (y/n) inwardly cringed. She could only imagine what she must look like next to this creature of beauty.

But when (y/n) looked over to see Thomas’ reaction, he seemingly hadn’t stopped looking at her. Only when their eyes met did Thomas glance over at Evelyn and give a slight nod.

“Mr. Shelby! Please come in, come in! I do apologize about the delay!” Mr. Beavers rushed out and hurriedly greeted the businessman.

After the door closed Evelyn let out a huff. She handed back the packet to (y/n).

“I don’t even need these. I just wanted him to get a look if you know what I mean.”

(y/n) gave a small smile hoping to be rid of the superficial woman but she had one last request.

“Put in a few good words for me, will you? He always comes by your desk. Just drop in a few hints?”

(y/n) sighed and re-organized a few papers, “I’ll try my best Evelyn, but I can’t promise anything.”

A few hours later, Evelyn really did come and collect the consumer reports but lucky for her the office door opened and the two men appeared.

“And wonderful (y/n) here will get the correct form for you to sign Mr. Shelby. Let’s organize a convenient day for her to drop the upcoming issue down at your office weekly.”

Evelyn who was too quick easily swooped in without any hesitation, “I can help, Mr. Beavers. You know that I have a much more open schedule than (y/n). I’d be happy to deliver the issue.” She smiled blindingly.

(y/n) just sat there watching the whole thing unfold. In fact, she was actually grateful Evelyn was sticking her nose into it because she didn’t want to see more of Thomas than she already had these past few weeks.

“That is true, Mr. Beavers. Evelyn has a bit more time on her hands these days.”

The boss was beginning to make the face of agreement before, “I’d like Ms. (l/n) to be the one making the deliveries.”

And there was no room for argument with Mr. Shelby.

“Of course, whatever works best for Mr. Shelby. Let’s say every Thursday?” Mr. Beavers heartily clasped the man’s hand and then beckoned Evelyn into his office for a round up on the recent reports. (y/n) didn’t miss the venomous look the other woman shot her.

(y/n) opened her desk drawer and took out the mentioned form that needed the signature.

“Just here, Mr. Shelby.” She held out a pen for him without bothering to look up. This turned out to be a bad idea because she jumped in surprise as he partially leaned over her to sign the paper. He smelled of oak and whisky. He carried the scent of the past.

She remembered seeing his eyes in the sea of green uniforms on the platform. And she knew. She just knew. After all those years. She had walked towards him. He stood there waiting for her. His beautiful blue eyes. That beautiful face.

“(y/n) (l/n).” He had said her name then with such certainty like it was law. Like it had some kind of divine meaning and not just a jumble of letters.

“Is that all?” He asked setting the pen down.

She cleared her throat, “Yes.”

She expected him to be on his way, but she looked up when she never heard the retreating footsteps. He still stood next to her one hand on the back of her chair. Looking down at her.

“Did you not expect me to remember you?”

She clenched her jaw, “Why would I expect you to remember me?”

He furrowed his brow and walked away.

Part 2

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

🫂 Solomon x Fem! Parent! Reader || It's Going To Be Just Fine, I'm Not Going Anywhere Pt2 🫂

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Word Count: 3, 180 words

Scenario: Solomon spends the night holding you in the only way he knows to really comfort you in the situation between you and that ex husband of yours.

Includes: possessive Solomon undertones??

Thank you for commissioning me and being so patient with me and your story! I hope you enjoy it and I want you to know how powerful you are mama! Keep fighting, you got this! ✨

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As much as you didn't want to, you just couldn't seem to hold back the tears.

It hurts, so, so much and all you can do is be angry… frustrated and annoyed.

Oh course he lied, that's all he ever seems to do damned bastard but you being upset doesn't seem to change anything.. to change the fact even though you were so highly upset. The court had even been dumb enough to listen to him as many did in cases like these when it came to a man's word over a woman's when kids were involved.

You didn't know why it was set up that way but you did know that the feeling in your chest was strangely similar to actually being torn apart from the inside out.

You had spent so much time creating that child; your beautiful and loving son and you couldn't even begin to explain how the whole situation now felt like a part of you was forcefully being ripped away from you.

You didn't want to always put it on Solomon; to always have a reason to break down but of course Solomon never regretted being at your side.

Even now; so sob into his chest and Solomon breathes carefully through his nose and back out.

He's so incredibly pissed off.

He hates seeing you like this; seeing you go through such a rough time because of some failure of a man and Solomon was convinced he had enough reasons to actually put your husband down like the dog he is. He tries not to because he knows you still care, at least to an extent and though he's a powerful sorcerer Solomon has been refraining from actually hurting that man unless you gave him the okay.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing things though. At times going off and looking into crystal balls, analyzing and picking at the situation in ways to see what exactly could he do and oh was there so many things.

Though hurting him… horribly is on the list, Solomon takes his time with these things. He takes his time with these things; sending over spirits to torment that man in every which way as well as keeping an eye on your baby and it's a long process but Solomon is a very patient man and he's willing to watch your ex husband for as long as he needed to if it meant keeping your child out of harm's way because… Solomon was now his father as well.. and to be honest, that made him even more protective over you and your son.

He's upset about this situation just as much as you are.

It's not fair.

It's a thought that's come to his mind many times before and I'm his lifetime Solomon has learn that realistically many things weren't fair but that's exactly why he had taken this path, exactly why he was who he was because Solomon was a deeply passionate man.

He rubs your back as the two of you sit in bed, the blankets tossed down to make more room and you had woke up so upset that the windows hadn't even been drawn but something about that was fine because the way that Solomon held you while rubbing soothing circles in your back while you helplessly hiccuped made you feel young again. As if you yourself was a child in need of support and attention and care and Solomon was more than happy to give it to you. To give you anything and everything. He's warm, so warm as you grip his shoulders and nuzzle your head a bit closer and you a choked sob falls from your pretty lips. Solomon enjoys the closeness, the warmth and the arms around you managed to pull you even closer so he could nuzzle you back.

Why is this so hard?

It's something that's been on Solomon's mind. It's another reason why he'd simply prefer getting rid of this ex of yours but you were already going through so much.

He hums, it's a low sound that rumbles in his chest and his shirt is wet with her tears but because it's her he doesn't mind, not at all, not ever.

“I'm sorry..” he says in a careful whisper as he continues to hold you, holding you ever closer, hands gripping a bit at your shirt.

He feels like it's his responsibility. As if that he's not doing enough to help and it's slowly but surely tearing him apart and digging at him. All he wants to do is see you happy, to see him happy.. your son… and Solomon felt that ever since he watched you come down that isle and stand before him in that brilliant and lovely gown dress to say yes to spending the rest of your life with him that he was meant to protect you two.

He just wants it all to stop sometimes, just for this to be peaceful and not have to worry about these things but for now this was their situation and though it drove Solomon mad; he was going to go through it with you, by your side. Just as he had promised to do so.

His voice makes you let out a shaky breath, face lightly lifting from his chest the brush you cheek against his shoulder and simply rest against him for that moment. It makes you feel bad, as if maybe… this whole situation could possibly drive Solomon off? You couldn't quite explain it yet but it was a thought that had settled snugly in your gut months ago, possibly ever before you knew anything about Solomon but still… he was here so you were also very grateful. Your voice is wrecked and your face is all red and wet.

He clutches you even tighter, hugging you like you'd vanish and disappear right before him if he didn't.

“All I ever thrive to do is take care of the two of you.” He breathes, taking in your scent and tracing your skin. You pull back, breathing shakily and he looks at you with eyes that are so soft and amiable.

“I… hate seeing you so upset my love…” he admits, a soft smile playing one his lips only moments after as his hands slowly move; running up from your back and instead moving to carefully cup your cheeks, those cheeks that he loved kissing so much and of course that's what he leans in to do first. Taking the time to slowly move in and start by swiping his thumbs slowly under your eyes, catching those tears and cleaning that beautiful face of yours even though his actions on seem to make you heart ache a bit more. It's really not a big deal, no matter how many times you cry he wants to be able to catch those tears. To wipe them away, kiss them, love on you in every possible way until you didn't hurt as much.

You slowly move your own hands now, trailing them up his arms carefully until your palms cupped his own, holding his his as he held your cheeks.

“I.. love you so much.” You say softly, sweetly as you gently rub his wrists and knuckles and then move to kiss the inside of his hand. Your lips are warm and Solomon watches the scene was baited breath. He didn't even realize he was blushing.

“Please… don't beat yourself up about it…” you whimper softly right after and Solomon halfheartedly scoffs at those words because he knows you're saying them because you hate that ex of yours so much…

“I love you too… I've always loved you.” He says back, and honestly Solomon has never felt like he'd be so in love that before that he'd be this investive. When he had been younger he had a few interactions here and there that could have possibly been something but when he crossed your path he specifically remembers carefully glancing at you before stopping and calling out to you. Solomon had been so charming, introducing himself and then asking you about yourself, curious to know anything and everything all of the sudden and he had ever surprised himself back then but as he held you now and looked you in your eyes here and now he knew that no matter what happened he'd never regret coming to you and deciding to fall in love with you.

“I'm supposed to care so I will and I do.” He says firmly and it makes you shake just hearing how much he means those words.

Solomon never seemed to be the type to hold his tongue on these kinds of things.

His words make you sob harder, your hands gripping him and squeezing him closer and Solomon doesn't argue at all.

He holds you for a while longer and honestly Solomon was willing to hold you all throughout the night if he had to, all throughout eternity if you allowed him to. He could start now right? Of course he could, anything to make you feel just a bit better. With a soft sigh he looks at you again.

“I know it most likely won't stop the pain my dear but how about we take a moment to breathe?” He says with that soothing voice of his and you shakily sniffle against him as he continues to gently rub and wipe your tears away. “Let's take a moment to calm down and ease our nevers, and then… we can talk about it some more after you've calmed down a bit. Its… difficult to focus when you are stressed..” He continues to speak and though it hurts so much you can't help but find the idea one to look into. You didn't even particularly care about what you and Solomon did as long as it eased the pressure in your heart even just by the tiniest bit. He looks at you expectantly.

“I'll help you.”

He says it so carefully and sweetly as if he's talking to a small rabbit and trying not to accidentally scare you away but you manage to crack the smallest of smiles even through your tears.

“Okay.”

You agreed and at that Solomon hums lightly in approval before gently pulling you out his lap so that he could be able to get up out the bed instead. Once standing you see what he's wearing, something loose and comfortable as he doesn't enjoy sleeping in anything too fitted. Solomon moves to walk around the bed as you sniffle and move to follow his movements up until he's now standing on your side of the bed where he then holds out a hand to you, offering it so you could take hold of it and the way his eyes look at you it's enough to make you breathe a sigh of temporary relief. The look in his eyes are always so honest, as if Solomon had nothing to hide and it's hard not to acknowledge it especially considering how many people seemed to have so many things about the sorcerer himself. Solomon was like one of those animals that you had to spend time with before he opened up, a lot of time, and your ex has fucked with your mind long enough…

You needed this.

And so you reach out with a smooth palm and take his hand in your own and he's as warm as he usually is but you’d never get tired of feeling his skin against your own. You smile weakly at him and Solomon returns the smile though his is just a bit bigger as he slowly pulls you from the bed and you don't argue and fight with him, climbing forward before eventually planting your feet on the floor and standing up with him.

Solomon hugs you close when you actually get to your feet, wrapping his arms around you to giving you a big bear hug and really the fact that Solomon was such a sweetie like this was the exact reason you had managed to fall in love with him in the first place. The exact reason why when you had officially started a relationship with him you wanted to actually be free from your shitty ex so you could live like a happy family like you had always wanted and dreamt of doing. A family where you and your son could both feel as loved as physically, mentally and spiritually possible…and Solomon had shown up like a gift sent from the gods themselves and spun your world right on its head. He was so wonderful, so perfect, it was something you realized in those little moments where it had just been the two of you. Moments like participating in after school activities together, talking about spirits and the unknown…moments where you two say together and spent hours talking about the future and what was to come of it.

You loved Solomon, and for quite a while now.

You let out a little laugh as he takes your hand and his and leads the two of you to the bathroom that was just feet aside, switching on the light and eagerly taking your cheeks once more and placing kisses on each one.

The plan being for you to bathe with him now, to get cleaned up... Freshened up. Maybe even eat something right after that before cuddling the night away?

The second definitely sounded more pleasing. And it seems like both of you agree on it. To help the other feel extra cared for and loved for tonight.

The bath feels far greater than you thought it would. You don't know if Solomon used some sort of magic that made it feel like each and every ache were nothing but tickles along your skin but you loved it nonetheless. The hitched breaths and gentle whispers led to his lips running over your skin, hands helping bathe your body.. the body that he loved no matter what it looked like. He can't care less, never cared to begin with and Solomon could admit that at times when he looked at you all he could think about was just how inappropriate his thoughts could get sometimes.

He loves you far too much.

He even wonders how you'd feel having another baby at times.. but immediately after the thought formed his brows furrowed in irritation as that ex husband of yours came back. He really wonders what you'd do and or think if he brought up those thoughts out of everything else but instead… he runs his lips along your shoulders and caresses you. Massaging you while soap bubbles of all sorts form over your skin.

He just wants to be with you and your son… and he doesn't exactly mean to but out of slight frustration he grunts and it catches your attention, making you perk.

“W-What’s wrong?” You'd ask, hands moving to gently trail along his own and Solomon sighs.

“You know what's wrong… he's annoying. Infuriating.. I just don't understand sometimes why others have to be so stubborn about these things…” He actually explains and you don't mean to but you manage to huff out a laugh. As serious as the conversation was and could get, knowing that Solomon cared so much about his own future with you and your son was enough to make you feel like you were melting against him as the water ran over the both of you.

“Are you pouting, my dear?” You ask softly as he presses kisses to your skin and Solomon huffs this time and you grin feeling the pout form on his lips.

“And if I am?” He responds and oh you really do love him more than you can even bother to describe sometimes. More than the earth and moon in the sky and so many times you find yourself wondering where you'd be without this precious man in your life.

When the shower is over you smile at him with soft eyes, the warm water having made you just a bit drowsy and after everything all you wanted to do now was go to bed. Hold Solomon against you; cling to him like some sort of needy koala perhaps and whisper the most gentle and tender things to each other before falling asleep in each other's arms as if the other was worried their partner would just vanish from their hold if they didn't. He has similar thoughts, a little grin on his lips as his hair seems to stick to his naked skin, water droplets running down his frame and he dries off with you. Helps you clean up the bathroom before drying off together and getting dressed in comfy clothes before heading out the bedroom this time to head down to the kitchen and get something nice and filling. It's a calming experience; being so warm and you actually found yourself being more drowsy then you had thought you'd be after that shower.

It's noticable; you nearly dozed off eating your meal and Solomon chuckled warm heartedly because how is he not supposed to find you so cute?

He takes his time helping you because yes you may be sleepy but Solomon is a persistent partner, one who wants to actually make sure you're fully and completely satisfied in everything that the two of you did together. When you are finished with what you eat the two of you take the time to clean up a bit here as well. Talking to each other and simply being in each other's presence and once done turning off the lights to head back to the bedroom and oh are you ready for it. You both are.

The second you both seem to get all comfy under the layers of warm blankets and comfort items Solomon doesn't seem to waste any time before carefully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in so close that there's not an inch of space between the two of you. His touches continue here, gentle running his palms over your arms, your stomach, your hips until you can't help but get lost in touch and the touches. Your eyes rolling and then fluttering, a weak attempt at fighting the urge to just completely doze off here and as expected you many to lose the battle. Though, not without whispering how much you loved him in the quiet darkness of your room and Solomon resist chuckling when he feels your breath grow deeper signifying the fact that did lose the battle between staying awake and sleep.

You're so cute.

Solomon hums lightly before letting his own eyes flutter shut; hugging you and breathing in your scent.

Dealing with your ex husband was definitely a pain in the ass… but Solomon knows just how strong you are. How brave and intelligent you are… and though he's here to help and support you the whole way along this path he knows just how powerful you are and he wants you to know the same.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Writers in the WHB fandom,

I need someone to write a scenario where the devil kings are playing Wii Tennis and their entourages are cheering them on in the background with Solomon and the MC as the commentators. The seraphim can also be there watching the stupidity, but I didn't really think too far into their part. Whether it's a fic, drabble, headcannons, or something else doesn't matter.

I've only just officially gotten into the game, so I can't write it myself. So, I'm depending on my fellow Tumblr writers to do me a solid just this once. Pretty please~

--Benny🐰

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 16: 'You're No Good For Me'

Warnings In This Chapter: Hinted affair, mentions of blood, manipulation etc etc. ANGST

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It took you almost twenty minutes to calm your children down.

Reassuring them that things were going to be okay. But even you yourself were unsure. Giving them a tight hug and a kiss goodnight, making sure to tell Frances to stay with them until they fell asleep, before you entered the bedroom.

You didn't want them to hear the absolute terror you were about to unleash.

Thomas sat on the bed, his jacket discarded and his white shirt somewhat unbuttoned. His hand was still wrapped in the blood-stained cloth from the dining table. You harshly slammed the door behind you, making the room rattle, approaching him and stopping to stand in front of him with your arms crossed.

“You lost your temper with my kids, Thomas…That can never happen again, do you understand?” 

He only nods once before he purses his lips and looks up at you.

“Your kids are out of control,” He stated with raised brows and condescension behind his words. Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“They’re fuckin’ kids! That is how kids behave when they’re tired, hungry, and disappointed,” You listed. He arched a brow at you. 'Disappointed' he repeated with a bitter laugh.

“I told you I wasn’t ready for this, didn’t I? I warned ya…I fuckin’ warned ya,” He pointed a finger at you with his non-injured hand before he stood up and struggled to unknot his tie with one hand, taking strides to his wardrobe. You stood in your place as you stared at him, bewildered.

“It’s not that hard to ask for help, you could have asked your Aunt or your sister for help, but it’s a little too late to turn back now,” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, I am sure Aunt Pol would have some great advice on how to discipline your kids for you,” He simply said with a small glance. Perplexed, you screwed your brows together. 

“Don’t you dare,” You seethed.

“What?” He taunted, walking to his wardrobe to put his clothes away. 

“Don’t you dare blame my kids, the only person acting like a child tonight was you!” 

He exhales heavily as he slammed the door to the wardrobe shut before turning to you, the obvious frustration on his face. His normal glacier eyes were dark like the darkest depths of the ocean as he wore a stern look on his face. He approached you, at least a few inches away from your face. Under any other circumstances, he would just be a kiss away. And everything would have been forgotten.

“I’m acting like a child?” Shock laced his question.

“Yes, you are,” You argued. You looked down and reached for his wrist, bringing it up to show him. “You slammed your hands so hard, that you broke a fucking glass and you cut yourself…you threw a tantrum just like a fuckin’ baby,” He jerked his hand away from you. He wasn’t in any pain, his anger numbed it.

“I have made big sacrifices for you…huge fuckin’ sacrifices, I am behind on my work because I spent all my time with you-” 

“And you think I haven’t? I have to commute at least forty minutes back and forth everyday,” You interrupted. 

“And that wouldn't have been a problem if you just took everyone’s advice and hired someone to help you,” He said quietly. 

You took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“You walked into my family…my beautiful family that took years to grow and create, one that you would have started by now if you had any strength, courage, or restraint,” You stepped back from him, glaring at him with disgust. “Esme was right, you’re unstable…I get it…work is hard but that does not give you the right to act the way you do,” 

“And how is that, (Y/n)?” His condescending tone was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your blood boils with every second. 

“Oh, would you like me to list it off for you, Thomas?” You asked. “Your terrible temper, your unstable mood, your drinking problem, and the fact that I found snow in your office and opium in your nightstand!” You yelled. 

He chuckled.

“Ah, after all this time…I still stand by what I assumed,” 

“Which assumption would that be? Because you’ve made so many,” You laughed. You stood far away from each other. You were by your vanity while he leaned against the bedpost. 

“You pretended to be drunk to get me to fuck you, get you pregent,” 

You both fell silent. The only noises in the room were your heavy breaths and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace as the flames cast an intimidating shadow upon your face. Your chest heaved up and down rapidly as you gulped down the lump in your throat as your hands moved to rub your stomach, protectively as the baby began to move about and kick. 

“Oh God…How could you say that?” You asked yourself as you turned away from him. You held your hand over your mouth to side the sobs as you bent over, one hand leaning on the vanity. Thomas slowly approaches you and attempts to hold you. 

“This is just an obstacle…eh? Listen to me…Listen to me (Y/n), I am sorry I shouldn’t have said that, this was only a setback,” 

You pulled your arms away from his touch. Overwhelmed by everything around you. His smell, his touch, his voice, the hot temperature of the room, the weight of the baby, everything had you wanting to just tear your hair out and scream. 

“No…No this isn’t a setback, Thomas…this is a fuckin’ disaster!” 

“I warned you that the stress of what I do and the stress of this is going to ruin our relationship-” 

“The stress of what?” You asked, turning to him with tears in your eyes. 

“Having a baby together,” He answered. You shook your head. 

“No…Three…” You held up your shaky hand, showing three fingers. “Thomas…Three children!” 

“I didn’t even ask for one!” His voice boomed.

“You act like you’re the only one who fucked up their life,” 

He shook his head before he sat down at your vanity chair, picking up a cigarette to rub it across his lips before lighting it.  

“I guess that’s what happens…” He took a deep breath. “When strangers get drunk and fuck,” he exhales the smoke. 

You paused and swallow thickly. Your eyes scanned him. Until you spotted the red smudge on the collar of his shirt, the red and purple spots on his clavicle. Everything seems so clear now. Your eyes began to tear up as you gasp in doubt.

"I knew it," You muttered as you looked away. Thomas lifted his head to look at you.

"I fucking knew it!" You shouted, picking up a glass perfume bottle and raising it to throw it at him, Thomas quickly leaves the vanity chair and rushes to the washroom, dropping the cigarette as the glass bottle shattered against the hardwood as it merely missed him.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted from behind the door. He could only hear you shouting, crying and the loud crashing of only what he assumed was you breaking the valuables on the vanity. He scrambles to look in the mirror, cursing to himself as he looked at the love-bites and the lipstick that were evidently clear now that he was sober.

"You're a fucking coward Thomas Shelby!" You cried as you leaned against the door.

"It was nothing (y/n), you're overreacting!"

You chuckled sourly. leaving the door to sit on the bed. Thomas cautiously opened the door, looking out into the room, the broken glass of the beauty products were haphazardly spread across the floor. There you sat, tears glistening on your cheekbones as you looked down at the floor.

"(y/n)…please," He held his uninjured hand out as if you were a wild animal. You tsked and roll your eyes at him.

"Oh please, Thomas..." You mumbled.

He threw his hands up, breathing heavily.

"Humor me, Thomas..." You started, slowly standing up. "Who was it?"

"I don't know what you're-"

"Stop lying for one second and tell me!" You snapped. He blinks, his body seemed less tense as he conjured up the courage to tell you.

"You know who," He simply stated.

"At least have some courage and say her fuckin' name...you owe me that at least,"

Thomas licks his lips and looks down. Suddenly feeling brave he says her name. It felt like a curse leaving his lips.

"Lizzie Stark,"

You nod bitterly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I’m packing my shit and I’m leaving…tonight,” You told him, turning back around to pack whatever little you had left into a trunk. He watched as you then went into your children's room to wake them up and help them pack a small bag, fetching some maids to help you take them to the car as you threw whatever gifts, dresses, jewelry, other materialistic things he got for you onto the floor. Throwing your coat on as you made your way down the stairs with Frances’s help. Your children, although confused and still tired, sat in the backseat of the company car, knowing this was the last time you would have that kind of luxury. You sat in the middle as they rested their heads on your shoulders and cuddled into your sides. A single tear escaped your eye as the car began to take off down the long entry path. If only Thomas knew of the agony you felt in your heart.

Thomas stood outside, watching in somberness as you left. Without a goodbye and second glance. You and Thomas had argued before, of course but it never got this bad. It was always resolved by the morning, but he feared that this was the last time. 

He wanted to cry, scream, and yell over the fact that he really fucked up his last chance with you. He loved you more than words could say. As the car disappears into the dark distance he retreats back inside. 

"Should I assume she is coming back, sir?" Frances asked. 

"That...I am unsure, Frances..." He shook his head. 

"Please get some rest, Mr. Shelby...have some peace of mind," 

And so he did. He tried at least. He cleaned up most of your mess but as he laid in bed he held the engagement ring between his fingers. You had left it on your vanity before you took off. 

Oh how beautiful it would have looked on your finger when you got married. 

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[luci-chan666]

Obey Me!! (Brothers x Reader Lemon Story)

Warning!!: This story has mature themes and isn't suitable for children. This story will have chapters casually posted alongside this first chapter. This story will contain smut and cuss words, and at the beginning of each chapter there will be another warning. The GIFS will signal a time skip.

Enjoy the story, and just remember; You have been warned.

Chapter 1 - Accidents happen.

Solomon was in the kitchen making a spell for the seven deadly brothers of Devildom, shuffling through the ingredients and adding them to the pot in front of him. Usually; he would be doing this in his own room, but since Barbatos was cleaning his room he decided to use the kitchen instead.

"Alright... I've added three crow claws, one eye from an eight-eyed demon deer, and now I just need a seraphim feather to finish this up." Solomon mumbled under his breath, reaching for the glass container that supposedly held several seraphim feathers for spells and curses.

He reached in the glass with one hand and mixed the boiling pot with the other, grabbing the feather and tossing it into the pot carefully before closing the glass container again. Solomon leaned in to see that instead of the boiling liquid being green it was now sparkly pink, that wasn't good.

"That's an exothermic reaction... it's not supposed to do that."

Solomon jolted and backed away from the pot slowly, he knew he wasn't supposed to leave a spell out in the open but he had no other choice as he exited the room quickly and heard a explosion in the kitchen.

He slowly peeked around the corner and saw that everything in the kitchen was now disintegrated or worse. Solomon laughed nervously and whispered to himself.

"That's going to come back to get me later."

Solomon left the House of Lamentations and awkwardly let Barbatos know about the mess he caused in the kitchen, which meant the kitchen had to be under renovation... AGAIN.

"Solomon... you do realize that Y/N's room is right next to the kitchen right?" Barbatos calmly stated, not seeming bothered by the fact that the kitchen was ruined, knowing Lucifer and Beel were going to be the most upset over the kitchen being destroyed.

This fact only meant that Y/N was going to have to bunk in some of the brothers rooms again while the kitchen was being fixed and repaired.

"Since you caused the mess, you should be the one to tell Y/N the situation."

Barbatos added after a moment of watching Solomon's figure stiff, going back to cleaning around the castle, dusting off various vases and antiques.

Later after first period when the brothers and Y/N had yet to know about this morning's incident, Solomon had arrived late to class with a nervous expression on his face as he sat beside Y/N.

"Hey uh... Y/N?" Solomon started, watching Y/N as she glanced at Solomon curiously.

"What is it?" Y/N asked, tilting her head slightly. Solomon gulped and scratched the back of his head, his fluffy white locks moving slightly as he did so.

"So... this morning I was trying to put a spell on all of the brothers, it was supposed to be a good luck spell to help them with the exams this week-" Solomon explained, scanning Y/N's face for a brief second before continuing.

"I ended up putting the wrong ingredient in." Solomon sighed and got out his notebook as he kept speaking, trying to be casual as he said this next part. "Instead of adding a seraphim feather- I accidentally added a succubus feather. Which uh-... made the kitchen explode." Y/N jolted and widened her eyes, giving him a look that read; "are you serious?" Solomon quickly spoke in a defensive tone in response to her look before she could even get a word out, holding his hands out slightly. "Hey- it just means that you'll be spending the week in the demon brothers rooms is all!! I bet they'll fix up the kitchen in no time!" Y/N glared at him with a; "really?" expression on her face, not believing a word he was saying and shaking her head, not saying anything.

"Oh- um... one more thing." Solomon cringed and murmured to Y/N softly, making it to where only she would be able to hear him.

"Due to the ingredient mix up... instead of giving the brothers good luck... they're going to wanna give you a... well..."

Solomon hesitated then finished and prepared himself to be punched in the shoulder.

"Good f*ck."

Y/N jolted and instinctively punched him in the shoulder harshly, but not enough to leave a bruise, it definitely hurt though, she was strong.

"Are you kidding me right now!?" Y/N protested, Solomon sighed and shook his head, being honest and starting to take notes.

Y/N couldn't even believe Solomon right now, nor focus on what the teacher was saying, she was stunned for a good 10 minutes before she sighed in defeat and started taking her notes, silently hoping the effects of the spell weren't going to kick in today at least.

"Hey Y/N. Would you like to accompany me to the library after school? I have this new book I found that I think you'll share interest in."

Satan asked after the fourth period, walking Y/N to her fifth period class. Levi quickly perked up and blushed softly as he spoke.

"I was gonna invite her to watch this new anime series with me..."

Mammon interrupted Levi and spoke.

"Wha-? No way she finna' join ya'!! She's definitely gon' join me after school to play some poka' me. Who wouldn't wanna spend time with the great Mammon afta' all?"

As Y/N finally arrived at her fifth period class she looked back at all of them and spoke.

"I'll think about it guys." She said simply, going to her desk and sitting down, leaving the demon brothers to go to their next classes and do their own things.

Y/N finished up and packed up her things as the bell rang to finish fifth period, Asmo going up to her as she was putting her notebook and supplies back into her backpack.

"Hi Y/N-Chan!!~ You wanna come with me after school? We can have a spa day!~ ❤"

Now that was normal from Asmodeus, but usually he would suggest a makeover or shopping spree instead.

"I'll answer you later Asmo, I'm kinda busy at the moment." Asmo nodded and giggled adorably, replying in his Asmo fashion.

"Text me your answer soon!!~"

With that he went off campus to get some lunch, as Y/N put on her backpack and felt her stomach growl softly.

Y/N walked down the hallway and into the courtyard, sitting on one of the benches silently and looking up as she saw Beel sit beside her, bags of food from different restaurants already packed into his muscular arms.

"Hi Y/N!" Beel greeted, pulling out a burger from the Hell's Kitchen bag and taking a ginormous bite out of it.

"Hey Beel." Y/N greeted back, her stomach growling again, Beel immediately noticing and giving her one of the many bags of food he bought, Beel never shared food...

"Eat."

Beel stated, taking another bite of his burger while Y/N gently took the restaurant bag from his masculine hand, nodding and smiling gratefully as she shared lunch with him.

After lunch Y/N threw away her trash and thanked Beel for the food, putting her backpack over her shoulder and going to her second to last period of the day; sixth period.

As she sat down she saw her sleepy table mate Belphie snoring faintly with his head buried in his arms, he was always so peaceful as he slept.

Y/N looked away, not wanting to seem like she was staring at him, Belphie stirred awake as the period started, looking at Y/N and yawning softly, rubbing the corners of his eyes and slowly rising his head up to try and pay attention.

Belphie murmured after a minute, glancing at Y/N and giving her a tired smile.

"I'm gonna go to the planetarium later, you can join if you want." Y/N nodded and stayed quiet as the teacher started talking, Belphie slowly lowering his head and falling asleep again during class, having the same peaceful expression on his face as before.

After all of Y/N's classes, Lucifer announced that there was an urgent student council meeting taking place.

Of course; Y/N and all the demon brothers rushed over to the council room, knowing not to skip the meeting this time since Lucifer sounded like he was going to behead someone over the intercom.

As everyone sat down in their seats, Lucifer spoke up in an apparent irritable tone.

"I've been informed that our kitchen has been destroyed again, and some of Y/N's room. Which means we'll have to renovate the kitchen and Y/N's room. AGAIN."

The brothers all flinched at the sudden news, looking at each other, Mammon went to speak but Lucifer stopped him before he could even let a word leave his scumbag mouth.

"Shut it Mammon."

Mammon huffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head.

"So where's Y/N going to sleep?"

Satan spoke up finally, tilting his head and glancing around at all of his brothers, avoiding Lucifer's gaze.

"She's going to bunk with each one of us this week."

Lucifer stated, glancing at Y/N and adding onto his statement.

"By that I mean; she'll be sharing a room with one of you each night." All of the demon brothers groaned or huffed in unison, and Lucifer interrupted them all.

"There is going to be NO dispute over this. I purposely said Y/N would get to bunk with one of you each night of the week so you all WOULDN'T complain."

Lucifer raised his voice twice in the sentence, emphasizing his words and making himself clear, the brothers had no choice but to agree.

"So uh... what room am I going to be staying in first?" Y/N asked, raising her eyebrow and hearing all the brothers start to speak up at the same time, her and her pretty mouth.

"ENOUGH."

Lucifer raised his voice again more sternly this time, shutting every one of the demon brothers mouths up, sighing to himself and speaking again in a normal tone.

"You'll be sharing a room with Beel and Belphie first."

Beel perked up and smiled, Belphie also smiled sleepily, both of the Pisces twins seemed happy by Lucifer's words, even if Belphie hated Lucifer's guts with a passion.

"In two days, we'll figure out which room she's staying in next. Understood?"

Lucifer said, all the demon brothers nodded without another word and left the council room, all of their plans having been canceled by the sudden meeting.

Chapter 1 - End.

(This will be continued in the blog link below.)

[thebellearchives]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you get home after the meeting with Diavolo just to find out Solomon wasn’t as inmune to vampiritis as he had thought

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, vampire!solomon, fem!reader, lots of biting, blood, pet names (love, darling), fang kink, temperature kink, slight primal/praise kinks, fingering, oral (fem receiving), slight dom/sub dynamics, solomon being a total tease as always, almost p-rn without plot? absolutely did not proofread this took me like three days lol

‧₊˚ a / n : … you all knew this was coming, i have no regrets, bye

Tense and expectant, your eyes focused on Solomon. In a quick, sudden movement your wrists were pinned against the wall, a gasp escaping from your lips. The sorcerer moved closer to you, almost in slow motion, like a predator reveling in the vulnerability of cornered prey.

“Are you aware of the dangers that come with taunting a vampire like that?” his voice, now deep and breathy, lingered over your skin so seductively that your frame shivered against his. You just nodded, swallowing in anticipation, face quickly flushing. The sorcerer chuckled, his knee sliding in the middle of your weak ones.

“You smell so good” he sighed, his lips searched for your neck and breathed in, almost as if he could pick up your flavour in the air.

“Won’t you have a taste?” you asked in hopes he indulged into your little fantasy, heat already pooling in your lower belly.

His lips widened in a mocking smile, and then his tongue travelled up your skin right where your blood pulsed quickly for him, prompting you to inhale sharply and close your hands into pleading fists. His derisive laugh reached your ears once more.

“Your blood’s pumping faster than usual, it’s almost as if you were aroused” his teeth grazed your neck.

The scratching of his fangs made you whimper, your immediate reaction was to close your legs but ended up squeezing his knee instead, the wetness in between your thighs becoming uncomfortable by the minute.

“It’s almost as if you weren’t thirsty anymore” the words left your mouth nearing the tone of a complaint, both of his hands then travelled down your body, settling on your hips.

“Now now, I can see you’re eager darling but I like to play with my food…” his brisk fingers grabbed you by your thighs and his new found strength picked you up easily.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, Solomon’s mouth searched for your lips before pressing an intense kiss on them. You opened your mouth to feel his tongue brushing agains yours, his fangs scratching its surface. Solomon moved you towards the other wall of the entrance hall and sat you down on a small table, the decorations falling nosily to the ground. Cheekily, you licked his fangs before he pulled away. With your breath caught in your throat, your hands gripped his shirt to keep him close as he hovered over you, one of his hands finding its way to your clothed core under your skirt, while the other one traced up your spine through your blouse. You felt yourself shrinking in the limited space between his torso and the wall, arching your back in reaction to his hand traveling up and his thumb starting to rub circles on your sensitive spot. Your hips started to slowly match the rhythm, breathing through your mouth. Nimble fingers moved away the fabric of your underwear and slid down your folds, the cold touch making you jump and search for stability on his shoulders.

“Look at you, you’re so cute like this, so wet, so defenseless” a playful giggle purred in his chest “am I too cold for you?”

“It’s-” you almost choked on your own saliva when his fingers started to tease your entrance “Its okay”

“Is it now?” Solomon introduced one of his fingers inside you, the icy feeling making you whine and grip his shoulders “you like that?”

A reply didn’t come from your lips, your head focused on the movements of his fingers, his palm rubbing at your clit and his breathing on your ear. But Solomon’s hand slowed down to the point where you almost couldn’t feel the movement, your walls clenched in a needy protest, thighs trying to press against each other despite him being in the middle.

“Solomon…” you cried in annoyance.

“Solomon asked you a question, I suggest you answer” a smirk tugged from the corners of his lips.

“Yes” one of your hands went up and tugged from the roots of his silvery strands “yes, just keep going”

“Happy to give my adorable apprentice everything she asks for”

And so he started pumping his fingers into you, your body squirming from the feeling of cold intertwining with the heat of your fervid pleasure as he crooked his fingertips just slightly. Your whines and moans escaping your lips completely unrestrained, Solomon held you from your hip with his other hand, trying to stop you from moving too much, but as soon as his gelid skin met yours it prompted you to jolt again, your nails now digging on the fabric of his shirt. Solomon’s fangs scraped your neck playfully before sinking on the flesh with no warning, but the hint of pain it provoked just wasn’t enough to drown the feeling of fire consuming your body from the inside. Specially when the pain turned into a tingling, warm sensation as he drank from you, adding to the ecstasy bolting through your veins.

“Solomon-” your wails were starting to become high pitched.

“Shhh” his breath tickled your skin when his fangs released you, his tongue lapping up the remains of red liquid and trailing up to your ear “take it easy, love” you tried to listen to him, letting a out a sigh and slowing down the previously erratic movements of your hips “that’s right, just like that, good girl”

The sorcerer kissed your ear affectionately, pulling his hand away, your insides clenching around the emptiness in protest. It was easy for him to press you against his chest and lift you just enough to slide your skirt down your thighs until it fell to the floor. He placed both of his hands on your knees to keep your legs open and then leaned over to catch the edge of your underwear with his fangs, one of them puncturing a hole in the material. You watched him closely, eyes wide and quick heartbeat as he got rid of it and started placing kisses on your thigh. His tongue darted out, cleaning remains of blood off his lower lip before boldly lapping up at your core.

“Fuck” whining, your body jolted once again in reaction to the temperature, but the veins and muscles at the back of his hands became more visible as he pinned your legs down and made it impossible for you to writhe away “fuck, Sol, wait-”

Your upper back hit the wall, you let your head rest on it as you tugged and pulled from his hair, his mouth having no mercy on you. The heat that had tried to die down before reappeared, rising and rising as if to test how much of it you could take. Your head began to cloud, focusing on the feeling of his icy fangs pushed against you and his tongue past your entrance. Until it was once again replaced by his fingers.

“Fuck, your taste is driving me insane” Solomon groaned.

Next thing you felt was his bite on your inner thigh, quickly building up the tantalizing sensation of tingling and friction. Loud, heavy breathing echoed across the hallway, tears formed in your eyes, hazy sight blending the dim moonlight entering through Cocytus Hall’s front door glass mosaic, and the metallic smell of blood filling up your senses. Until your eyes closed harshly, coming undone under the harsh pressure of Solomon’s arms on your lower body and a rush of rapture enveloping you entirely.

The sorcerer released you slowly, your noisy panting calming down, eyesight clearing little by little and searching for him. Disheveled silver hair shining with the moonlight, blood all over his chin and crimson red eyes staring back at you in between your legs.

“Are you okay?” you immediately asked, cupping his face on your hands as he stood back up.

“I should be asking you that” he snorted, offering you a handsome smirk.

“I’m fine” you sighed and smiled back, but your smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

“What’s wrong?” a hint of panic tinged his voice.

“Your eyes” you tilted his head to the side slightly, watching as the red tint in his irises faded away like droplets of ink dissolving in water, until his eyes shined like pure mercury “… your skin is warming up”

Solomon checked his teeth with his left hand, thumb running across what used to be vampire fangs just seconds ago.

“They’re gone” his brows rose up, almost touching each other “your blood must have cured me”

Your giggles interrupted the silence of the hallway.

“Well, that was fun. You should contract vampiritis more often.”

[yumeko312]

Buenas :3 hoy les traigo otro headcanon, si ustedes quieren un headcanon o un oneshot con mucho gusto lo haré, solo lean las reglas.

Cómo sería tener a Solomon de novio:

SFW (✧ω✧)

✧ Te va a molestar las veinticuatro horas al día. Digo, ya son pareja así que si puede lo hará.

✧ Ama molestarte, tus expresiones realmente lo relajan del estrés.

✧ Si tú le das algo de comida con una sonrisa lo aceptará, después de todo es un gran avance de tus caras molestas, hasta que se da cuenta que o era picante o con un sabor horrible y que tú sonrisa dulce pronto se cambia a una burlona.

✧ Oh, esto lo va a recordar, después no te quejes que tú comida sepa rara o que te encuentres con un insecto en tu plato. Al principio crees que es casualidad hasta que miras como Solomon se anda conteniendo la risa, oh, esto lo recordarás, y entonces el ciclo se repetirá.

✧ Habrá momentos de tranquilidad en donde estas sentando a lado de él, recostando tu cabeza en su hombro mientras ambos leen diferentes libros.

✧ Si te duermes él dejara que te duermas en su hombro, incluso si eso implica el saltarse la comida.

✧ Si llegara a durar mucho tu siesta, te cargaría y te llevaría a su cuarto, en donde ambos dormirán juntos.

✧ Tu no lo sabes y nadie lo sabe pero te dará pequeños besos en tu cabeza mientras estás dormida y lo hará tantas veces como pueda, claro, tendrá un momento para leer y después te dará unos cuantos besos en tu frente o en tu cabello, él en verdad te ama y mostrará pequeños afectos empalagoso cuando menos te des cuenta, osea, estando tu dormida.

✧ Cuando despiertes lo primero que va a hacer será molestarte.

✧ Sus besos serán sorpresas, en un momento estás comiendo y él te da un beso en la mejilla, tu sonrojo vale la pena para él. Hará esto más seguido si ve como te sonrojas ante sus besos.

✧ Si te interesa leer, Solomon te recomendaría un libro aunque por favor no tuerzas tus labios con disgusto, él pensó en que te interesaría ese libro que a él le gustó, sólo agradecele por el detalle y lee el libro.

✧ Él será torpe con los detalles, por ejemplo, él te va a regalar libros de su gusto pensando que a ti te gustará esos, por favor, espera días después de su regalo para decirle que tipo de libros te gusta pero no le digas que no te gustó el libro que te regaló.

✧ A él le gusta la idea de que duermas en su cuarto con él, créeme, pero no te lo dirá directamente, quizás con sus acciones te haga entender que quiere que duermas con él.

✧ No le gusta andar presumiendo a cada rato que andan saliendo, él no lo quiere ocultar pero tampoco quiere gritarlo a los cuatro vientos todos los días, solo quiere que pasen su relación de forma tranquila.

✧ Si a ti te gusta festejar los cumpleaños tienes que decírselo, pregúntale si le gustaría recibir fiestas sorpresas, imagínate que un día le haces una fiesta de cumpleaños con todos los amigos y él sólo quería ir a su cuarto y agarrarte a besos, hay que ser considerados. También es bueno que se lo digas ya que él considerará en hacerte un banquete pequeño con todos sus conocidos y pasarla tranquilamente ya que él no es de fiestas desastrosas.

✧ Si tú le hablas de cosas que te pasan él te escuchará, no importa si él se burla de ti, en verdad pondrá atención cuando hablas de cosas que te agobian aunque suele ser un poco tosco con sus palabras, ten paciencia.

✧ A él le gustará que tú seas alguien que le guste debatir y escuchar las ideas de los demás debido a que él es así, le gusta escuchar la opinión de la gente, si tú eres así a él le va a fascinar compartir ideas contigo.

✧ Si a ti de repente le das un beso sorpresa realmente lo vas a sorprender pero además, va a recordar lo que hiciste con mucho anhelo.

✧ Si un día se te ocurre cocinar algo para él y te sale mal, él hará el intento de probar tu comida ya que considera todo el esfuerzo que pusiste en ese platillo y solamente para él. Claro, le va a saber mal y te lo dirá, te digo que él es tosco con sus palabras, ten paciencia, baja esa charola, no es necesario golpearlo con eso.

✧ En general, sus días tranquilos será con ustedes sentados en algún lugar mientras él está leyendo o en donde ustedes tendrán su debate.

✧ Si algún día pelean en serio, a él le va a doler pero entenderá tu opinión, claro, él puede lidiar con el problema hasta que se topa que tú duermes en un cuarto diferente y él descubre que no puede dormir sin ti, es entonces que crea un plan, cada que te vas a dormir, él verifica que estés descansando para después acostarse a tu lado y descansar, cuando esté amaneciendo él se irá del cuarto dejándote sola. Quizás sea cansado pero él te entiende, espera hasta cierto tiempo para que tú dialogues, si en ese tiempo no lo haz hecho créeme que te buscará y resolverán en ese momento el problema.

NSFW („ಡωಡ„)

✧ Su polla... Es debatible, ni mi amiga ni yo nos ponemos de acuerdo. Yo digo que su tamaño es decente y que quizás sea grueso, ella dice que es grande pero delgado, no llegamos a ningún acuerdo así que solo diré que es decente.

✧ ¿Su pasatiempo? Ama chupar tu coño, le gusta molestarte mientras lo hace, soltará un comentario subido de tono o burlón como también dejara de lamer para ver tu cara de angustia por no llegar a ese orgasmo tan deseado. Pero sobretodo, ama ver tu expresión, le gusta la cara que pones.

✧ A él no le disgusta que le chupes su polla, le encanta aunque él desearía poder ocultar un poco sus gemidos porque sabe cuánto te gusta molestarlo y prefiere ocultarlo antes de poner una mano en tu cabello y hacerte regresar a lo que estabas haciendo antes de tus comentarios burlones.

✧ Ama que al final de esa felación lo miras con una mirada victoriosa mientras abres tu boca mostrando el semen que hay para acto seguido tragarlo. Sino lo haces, lo único que le gustará es tu mirada sonrojada después de haber terminado el trabajo, quizás después de eso no te moleste demasiado aunque se volverá un poco empalagoso contigo.

✧ ¿Su semen? Ten por seguro que cuando se corra sea decente, no te puedo mentir diciendo que será excesivo ni tampoco que será muy poco, una disculpa.

✧ ¿Posturas favoritas? Simple, cualquiera está bien, no le molesta experimentar aunque los que más le gusta es cuando está mirando tu rostro, él quiere ver la expresión que haces.

✧ Antes de coger, él se asegurará de leer algo y sino, puede escucharlo de experiencias de sus amigos, claro, él jamás va a preguntarle a alguien, será alguien que disimule que está leyendo un libro mientras escucha a los demás.

✧ Le encanta sobreestimular demasiado tu coño, quizás le dé masajes a tu clítoris o tal vez se entretenga chupando tus pechos, lo único que quiere oír en ese momento son tus gemidos de placer.

✧ Quizás sea por la vieja escuela pero no le gusta correrse afuera de tu cuerpo, no le gusta manchar tu abdomen con su semen, prefiere que esté dentro de tu cuerpo como en tu coño o en tu boca.

✧ De vez en cuando le gusta besar tus labios mientras hacen el amor.

✧ Él está dispuesto a dejarte embarazada.

✧ Él dura demasiado tiempo en la cama.

✧ No es de hacerlo a menudo, quizás sea dos o tres veces por semana.

✧ Prefiere hacerlo en su cuarto, entre las sábanas.

✧ Al final de tener sexo, él se dormirá abrazado a ti.

✧ Si llegarás a tener sed o hambre, él se burlara de ti aunque irá a darte lo que necesitas. Por favor, no le digas que tienes hambre o te responderá que le sorprende que tengas hambre a pesar de haber comido (cof cof su polla cof cof), por favor, baja esa almohada.

✧ Recibirás muchos besos largos después de coger.

✧ Él no es de tener un vocabulario muy grosero a la hora de coger, quizás unos pequeños comentarios burlones pero jamás te denigrara de más.

Espero que les haya gustado, que tengan un bonito día :3

[solomons-poison]

hello, how have you been? ^.^ can you do 41/42 with solomon x AFAB!reader fluffy things but with a splash of smut🤭

Joining S/O in Bed

A/N: I have been alright, anon, I hope you are doing well, too! Since I've done a prompt with shower sex for Solomon, I chose to do the second prompt. I think this became more than a splash of smut whoops, but tried to keep it kinda domestic, I hope you still like it!

Featuring: fem afab reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: NSFW content, minors/ageless blogs DNI; domestic fluff; also hickeys, dry humping, thigh grinding, breast play??? not really but Solomon is a bit of a menace 🙄

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After a long day, it's a miracle when you can finally slip into bed under the covers and finally relax. Often times, you'll be doing this alone, even after living together with Solomon, just due to his workload and focus on his research. It's not bad, though, he'll try to come home at a halfway decent time, but sometimes it can still be a little lonely, waiting for him to join you in bed.

Solomon is aware of this; he's not trying to be negligent to you, and if he had it his way, he'd shower you with love 24/7 and never leave your side. But you both understand that he still has responsibilities as a powerful sorcerer, important research to complete and education to be made. Because of this, he always does his best to make up for what he misses when he finally joins you in bed later.

Most times, if he's late to bed and he's tired, he'll settle down pretty quickly — but only after he meets his daily quota of kisses from you (a rule he set early on in the relationship). However, this schedule doesn't leave much room for deeper intimacy, and it's easy for both of you to get a little needy after awhile.

And so, every so often, when he comes home and finally joins you in bed, he can get a little handsy under the sheets. Most times it's steamy kisses, his body pressed up against yours, just uninterrupted sweetness and cuddles until you're both too sleepy to continue. It makes for the sweetest of dreams, honestly, and thinking about coming home to this pushes him through his day.

However, if it's really been a while since you've been intimate, or he's particularly worked up, his long dexterous fingers are quick to slip under the covers and tease along your body. They're not shy of gripping your hips, squeezing your butt or your breasts, maybe even pinching your nipples if you're not wearing a bra. As he's doing this, his lips are busy marking up the back of your neck, leaving dark hickeys that make your skin tingle.

His lower half is definitely involved in the fun, too, grinding his erection against your ass so you feel his hot need for you. He's a menace with the dry humping, and it's incredible how quickly it'll turn you on and he knows it. If you're turned to face him, he's slipping his thigh between yours and grinding it against your wet center as he showers you in kisses.

Despite his neediness, this doesn't always lead to sex unless you two really wake up. He just loves the intimacy of it all and having these close moments with you. It's his way of showing his affection when he can't be by your side during the day, but making sure you understand how much he wants and loves you, and remembering that you want and love him too.

[teddy06writes]

Much Ado About Nothing

Alfie Solomons x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking,

Premise: It's a Much Ado About Nothing AU, with Alfie as Benedick and Reader as Beatrice

Useful links: click here for a plot summary of the play, here for access to a version w/David Tennant and Katherine Tate, here for a proshot of a production at the Globe, and here for a wonderful video essay that discusses the plot and has a very insightful tangent about Judaism in Shakespeare.

{I've got a lot going on right now what with the production I'm in being in tech, plus even if I'm doing a simplified version of this, it's still quite a bit of work to go through the script bit by bit, I've decided that I'm going to just release the bit that I have done, and then if people really want more I'll do it in parts}

{Most dialogue is either directly quoted or paraphrased directly from the original text}

It was a beautiful day in the seaside town of Margate, and for the first time in years, you and your family were finally able to enjoy it. The war had been over for months, and with the arrival of spring, it felt like the world was finally alive again.

You were out lounging on the veranda with your cousin Esme, and her friend Ada, enjoying the fresh air when you heard footsteps coming down the gravel driveway. Esme sat up, in her deck chair, "Are we expecting company?"

"I didn't think so." You frowned.

Ada was already at the railing, peering around to try and make out who it was, "I don't recognize him- but he is wearing an army uniform!"

Esme let out a squeal, all but jumping up out of her chair and rushing over to look over Ada's shoulder. You let out a groan, reaching for your drink.

It only took a few moments for your uncle, Johnny Dogs to come bursting out onto the veranda, a letter in hand, and followed closely by Polly and the messenger Ada had seen, "I've learned, in this letter, that Tommy Shelby and his unit are coming to Margate, this very night!"

Esme let out another squeal, quickly chattering away to Ada, filling her in on the events of the Unit's last stop in Margate just before the war.

"He was very near by this," The messenger offered, "They were just getting into town when I left them."

Johnny Dogs nodded, "And how many gentlemen did you lose in this- action?"

"Our unit seems to oppose the rest of the war: we lost few of sort and none of name." The messenger said proudly. This prompted another little burst of excitement from Esme.

"A victory is twice itself when the achievers return home in full number."

Johnny aimed a pointed look at her, reading a bit more from the letter, "It says here, that Tommy has bestowed much honor on his younger brother John."

You chuckled as Esme went bright red, practically glaring back across the veranda with the look of someone caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by the Sergeant Major. He bore himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. He has indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect me to tell you." The messenger excepted the drink offered to him.

You pulled yourself up out of your chair, "I pray you, has signor Mountanto returned from the war, or no?"

The messenger turned to you with a frown, "I know none by that name, Lady."

"My cousin means that Captain Solomons from Camden town." Esme spoke up, glad the attention was finally gone from her and her crush.

"Oh, he's returned and as pleasant as ever."

You let off a scoff, "I pray you, how many has he killed and eaten in this war? How many has he killed, for I have sworn to eat all his killing."

"Niece, you tax Mr. Solomons too much." Johnny Dogs scolded.

Polly chuckled from where she'd taken up your empty chair, "But he'll meet with you, I have no doubt."

The messenger still focused on you, "He has done good service in the war, lady."

You raised an eyebrow, "You had stale food, and he helped you eat it. He's a very brave eater. He has good stomach for it."

"And a good soldier, too, Lady."

"And a good soldier to a lady," You shot back, "But what is he too a lord?"

"A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stuffed with all honorable virtues."

"It is so indeed," You nodded, punctuating your words with a sip from your drink, "He is no less than a stuffed man. but for the stuffing- well, we are all mortal."

"You must not mistake my niece, sir," Johnny Dogs interrupted, quickly explaining, "There is a kind of merry war between Mr. Solomons and her: they never meet but there is a skirmish of wit between them."

You groaned, "He learns nothing by that!"

"It's true enough." Ada teased.

You crossed to the rail of the veranda, leaning back against it, "In our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now the whole man is governed with one. So that if he have wit enough to keep him warm, it marks the difference between he and his horse. It is all the wealth he has left, to be known for a reasonable creature."

The messenger let out a laugh, "Truly?"

"Aye," You nodded, "Tell me, who is his companion now? He has a new sworn brother each month."

"Is it possible?"

"Very easily possible, he wears his faith like the fashion of his hat- it always changes with the next block."

"I see, Lady. The gentlemen is not in your books." The messenger nodded as if he finally understood.

"No, and if he were I would burn the whole library." You nodded in a agreement, "But truly, who is his companion? Is there no young man who make voyage to the devil with him?"

"He's mostly in the company of the younger Shelby brother: John." And as he gestured back toward Esme, who blushed again, you had to hand it to the messenger: he was a quick learner.

"Oh lord," You groaned, "He will hang upon him like a disease. Alife is sooner caught than the pestilence and the taker always runs mad. God help young John, if he has caught the Solomons it will cost him much to be cured of it."

The messenger chuckled, "I will hold friends with you lady."

You grinned, reaching out to clink your glass to his, "Do, good friend."

"And you'll never run mad niece?" Your uncle asked.

"No, not till a hot january." You quipped.

Before anyone else could retort, the sound of gravel crunch under tires filled the air, and Johnny Dogs was leading the way off the veranda and around the side of the house to meet the new guests.

There in the driveway, your little party was met with the grimmer one of Mr. Shelby. Thomas himself was leading the way towards the house from the cars, flanked by the others as he called, "Johnny Dogs, you've come to meet your trouble. You know the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, yet you encounter it."

Johnny Dogs let out a barking laugh, "Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of you and your good men. For trouble being gone, comfort remains and when you leave- sorrow abides and happiness leaves with you."

"You brace your charge too willingly." Still, Tommy allowed himself to be dragged into his hug. When they seperated, Tommy caught sight of the rest of the party, "Ah, then this your daughter, Esme."

"Her mother has many times told me so."

Finally disentangling himself from the ruckus being made by the soldiers now that they were out of Tommy's orders, Alfie appear at his side, "Were you in doubt sir, that you asked her?"

"Ah, Mr. Solomons, no, for then you were only a child." Johnny said, slapping him on the back.

"You have it full Alfie, and we can tell what kind of man you are for it," Tommy, turned making his way back to Esme, "Surely the lady fathers herself. Be happy lady, for you are like an honorable father."

"If Johnny Dogs be her father, then she would not have his head on her shoulders for all of Margate!" Alfie laughed, but the group had already moved away, as Tommy caught up with the rest of the household.

From where you had found a perch against the side of the house you sighed, "It's a wonder you will still be talking, Alfie. Nobody marks you."

"What-" Alfie slowly turned on his heel, taking in the sight of you, lounging in the sun, "My dear Lady Disdain- are you yet living?"

You smirked, raising your glass towards him mockingly, "Is it possible disdain should die when she has such food to feed on as Alfie Solomons? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence."

"Then is courtesy a turncoat. But, it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepting," He wagged a finger in your direction, "and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart- for truly, I love none."

"A dear happiness to women!" You cheered, pushing off the wall to stalk closer to him. "They would else have been troubled by a horrid suitor. I thank god and my cold blood that I am of your humor for that, I would rather hear a dog bark at a crow than a man swear that he loves me."

Alfie barked out a laugh, pointing a finger your direction, "God keep your ladyship in that frame of mind! So some gentleman or other can escape a scratched face!"

"Scratching could not make it worse, if it were such a face as yours."

"Well, you are a rare parrot teacher!" Alfie scoffed.

Your face suddenly felt hot, and you scrambled to retort, "Well better a bird of my tongue than a beast of yours!"

"I would my horse had the speed of your tongue and so a good continuer. But keep your way, in god's name, I am done." He all but waved you away, turning to follow as the rest of the company began to make their way into the house.

You sat for a long moment, watching him disappear, before shaking your head and making your way back around towards the veranda, muttering, "You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old."

[zkvry]

Head Baker | Billy Kitchen x Fem!Reader

Summary : You meet Billy Kitchen for the first time.

Warnings : cussing, alfie's use of language, brief mentions of sexual themes, sexual tension

Additional Information : > follows events from season 2 of Peaky Blinders (minor spoilers) > written in second person perspective > 379 words | 3 minutes

Author's Note :

I haven't really seen any works done for him and personally, I fancy the man. Please excuse my weak attempt to literate alfie's cockney accent. Let me know if I should do more works on mista kitchen!

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"Good lad. Fill it up, and fuck off," Alfie huffs as he gestures to the occupational form you were handing out to the men. As they leave, Alfie slouches into his chair sighs deeply.

"Wher' on this fuckin' earth, right? does Thomas fuckin' Shelby get a whole bunch o' blokes to do his biddin' for him?" He complains with furrowed eyebrows.

You look at him amused. Standing right next to him, you cross your arms and lift a brow. "Jealous are we, Alfie?" You tease him.

His head snaps to your direction and blinks furiously, dumbfounded. "What? Lil' 'ol me? jealous of that twink?" His childish retaliation made you burst out in laughter.

Just then, a tall, bulky man - presumably another 'baker' saunters in. Your banter with Alfie cuts short and abrupt as you directed your attention to the stranger.

"Name," Alfie demands.

"Billy Kitchen," He states with confidence. Dominance radiating off him. His stern eyes were unwavering, almost challenging as his eyes looks down at Alfie.

From your point of view, you neck strains a little to meet his gaze. He auburn hair amess hidden under his cap, rough stuble neatly trimmed. His stout built seen clear as day even under his thick coat. Your mouth waters at the thought of those big strong arms holding you down as he thrus-

"Go on then, give the basta'd his papers and apron" Alfie calls to you, proding his elbow to your hip gently.

What? Oh.

You tense up and clear your throat, embarrassed to the bone. Your clammy palms grabbed the papers and apron in a scurry.

His eyes meet yours for the first time, his face still stoic. His gaze was intense. Your arms reach out towards him, handing him the items at hand. He leans closer from the other side of the desk, he takes them from you slowly.

"Thank you, Ms" He says gruffly, nodding his head.

He walks away with his eyes still trained on you. Your lungs burn.

Gasping

You were practically gasping for air from the breath you didn't know you were holding. In the fits of coughing, you hear Alfie's voice again.

"Right, and what in the hell was that?" His eyes wide like saucers, eyebrows halfway up his hairline.