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mx-pastelwriting ยท 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu.
Minors do not interact!
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1 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™š๐™Ÿ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™ค ๐™‘๐™–๐™ง๐™œ๐™–๐™จ
2 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™—๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™š: ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ก ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ญ๐™ค๐™ฃ
3 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™š๐™ญ: ๐˜ฝ๐™ค ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ง
4 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ก๐™š ๐˜พ๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ
5 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™€๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ค๐™˜๐™ 
6 โ˜† ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š: ๐™‘๐™ค๐™ก๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ
7 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™–๐™œ๐™š: ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™š ๐™†๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ
8 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™‡๐™ช๐™˜๐™ž๐™ช๐™จ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ก๐™›๐™ค๐™ฎ
9 โ˜† ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ง ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ
10 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™˜๐™  ๐™’๐™–๐™ง๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™Ž๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™š
11 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™›๐™ค๐™ก๐™™: ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™
12 โ˜† ๐™‹๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™๐™–๐™›๐™–๐™š๐™ก ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ง๐™—๐™–
13 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฅ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™š: ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™จ๐™š๐™– ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฌ๐™จ
14 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ
15 โ˜† ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™œ๐™ ๐™๐™ž๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™ 
16 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ ๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™š: ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง
17 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ ๐™‡๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ
18 โ˜† ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™˜๐™ : ๐˜ฟ๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™ ๐™‘๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™ง ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š
19 โ˜† ๐™‹๐™ง๐™š๐™œ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ฎ: ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™›๐™ž๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ
20 โ˜† ๐™Š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™ช๐™ก๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™—๐™ฎ
21 โ˜† ๐™๐™ž๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™™: ๐™๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ
22 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™—๐™–๐™ก
23 โ˜† ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ง: ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™–/๐™‹๐™–๐™ฅ๐™– ๐™€๐™ข๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™„๐™‘
24 โ˜† ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™š: ๐™”๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ช ๐™๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™–
25 โ˜† ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™‹๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™—๐™ฎ & ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™›๐™ž๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ
26 โ˜† ๐™‚๐™–๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™‚๐™ช๐™ข/๐™๐™–๐™ž๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ง๐™ค ๐™๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ช
27 โ˜† ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™˜๐™š๐™™ ๐™Š๐™ง๐™œ๐™–๐™จ๐™ข: ๐™๐™š๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™š ๐™†๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ
28 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง: ๐™…๐™ค๐™๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™œ๐™จ
29 โ˜† ๐™’๐™–๐™ญ ๐™‹๐™ก๐™–๐™ฎ: ๐™€๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง
30 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™๐™ค๐™˜๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™‰๐™š๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™
31 โ˜† ๐™‘๐™ž๐™—๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™’๐™–๐™ง: ๐™…๐™ž๐™ข ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง
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warnersister ยท 3 months
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โ€œThe silent treatmentโ€ Alfie Solomons x Reader
Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader
You canโ€™t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.
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You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. โ€œYou canโ€™t just stop an argument by not talking.โ€ You didnโ€™t even acknowledge him, just undoing the back to your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor; unclipping your hair from your updo and letting it fall.
Alfie felt offended: that was his job; you always let him take down your hair.
โ€œZiskeit, the silent treatment isnโ€™t the way to go about this.โ€ He told you, but you just wandered off to put your slip dress and slide into bed. Alfie was still stood in the doorway in disbelief, watching as you went on about your day as if you didnโ€™t live with your husband of three years.
โ€œPoppet-โ€ click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfieโ€™s jaw was on the floor, tutting at you. How dare you? He went about his own nightly routine, trying not to seem wounded by his lack of goodnight kisses and giggles as heโ€™d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. โ€œLook treacle I donโ€™t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.โ€ He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.
Again, youโ€™d pushed it off. โ€œFucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.โ€ Heโ€™s grumbled, turning over and crossing his arms to try to force himself to sleep angrily when all he really wanted was your embrace on a cold night.
The next morning, heโ€™d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity heโ€™d bought you for your last birthday. Heโ€™d walked over and pecked your cheek. โ€œMorning ziskeitโ€ he said and you said nothing, didnโ€™t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. โ€œStill doing that are we.โ€
He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. โ€œReal mature of you this, poppet.โ€ He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. โ€œKnew Iโ€™d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didnโ€™t realise Iโ€™d married a little girl.โ€ He tugged the hair sharply. โ€œPerhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?โ€ You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment heโ€™d thought heโ€™d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle heโ€™d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldnโ€™t continue this forever.
He trudged down the stairs and went to make you both some breakfast, simultaneously tightening jars and putting cans higher than he knew you could reach, placing a plate in front of you when youโ€™d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. โ€œOnly girls who use their manners get fed.โ€ He said and you narrowed your eyes. He took your chin in a hand and hummed at you as though speaking with a disobedient child. โ€œHmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?โ€ You clenched your jaw and swatted the hand away once more, standing to go feed Cyril.
It went on similarly for the rest of the day, you trying to open things, to no avail - just for your husband to swoop in like some saviour and offer to do it โ€œif you just say pleaseโ€ to which youโ€™d throw the jar in the bin. Or when youโ€™d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist โ€œIโ€™ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.โ€ And youโ€™d jump down.
And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. โ€œPlease loves, just need to hear your voice Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ Heโ€™d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. โ€œRight-โ€ heโ€™d grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, barely any garments covering your dignity. He gently dropped you on the bed and settled himself between your legs, ripping your undergarments off as he looked up at you โ€œletโ€™s see how long you can stay fucking quietโ€
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This is pure brain rot that came to me earlier in the week and refused to be ignored. Iโ€™m not writing Christmas stories this year so consider this your early festive gift from me to you, my beautiful horny readers ๐Ÿคญ I love you all โ™ฅ๏ธ xxx
Pairing: Alfie x unnamed fem!character x Tommy
Summary: PWP. Sheโ€™s been playing a dangerous game, carrying on with both Alfie and Tommy at the same time. But when they find out, their reaction is not what sheโ€™d expectedโ€ฆ
Warnings: ๐Ÿ”ž SMUT. Literally thereโ€™s like 700 words of set up and 5.3k of porn. Threesome - M/M/F. A little dark and a little rough in places but everyone in this is a consenting adult. Bad language.
Word count: 5991 MASTERLIST
i. Dancing With Devils
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She thought she was so clever. After all, it had been so easy to seduce them - well, it had been easy to seduce Tommy at least, the man was as feral as a tomcat. Alfie had taken a little more work but thus far, her efforts had reaped delicious rewards.
She knew she was dancing with devils. Flirting with a power that could so easily slip from her control. But the danger of what might happen if she was caught only added to the thrill.
These two men. Opposing forces. Opposites in almost every way. Tommy the quiet, calculating strategist; Alfie loud and brash with an unrivalled sense of cunning. They were each intoxicating in their own way. The potential for pleasure had been irresistible.
And sheโ€™d never been very good at self-control.
โ€œOur secret,โ€ sheโ€™d told them both when she let them think they had been the one to seduce her in the run of normal business affairs. โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t do for me to be seen to have favourites in our line of work.โ€ She had relished the darkness in their eyesโ€™ at the thought of an illicit affair. Perhaps at the thrill of being the one she preferred, both aware that she did business with their rival.
For months sheโ€™d danced on the edge between them, flitting merrily from London to Birmingham and back again, frequenting only the most luxurious hotels on offer but never seen publicly with either man.
But she should have known better. Should have known these two clever, violent men would not be duped forever. Though it had been for longer than perhaps either would be comfortable with.
And now here she was, in another sumptuous hotel suite, expecting to meet one lover only to find a second waiting also.
โ€œHello dove,โ€ muttered Alfie from behind, cutting short the kiss of welcome she was busy planting on Tommyโ€™s lips.
Spinning, trying to free herself from the strong hands at her waist she turned towards the voice, a sharp jolt of fear bursting through her.
Was this the end of the line? Was this how she was going to die? She had always known the risks of the game she played.
โ€œYouโ€™ve got some balls, Iโ€™ll give you that,โ€ he continued, slowly moving closer, his hulking form between her and the door. Throwing a sharp elbow into the softer part of Tommyโ€™s stomach unexpectedly, he grunted and she managed to slip his grasp, trying to dart around the Camden man towards freedom.
But he caught her embarrassingly easily, a deep chuckle reverberating in his chest as he wrapped her against him, pinning her arms by her sides. His ability to manhandle her had always been one of her favourite things about Alfie, but now she was slightly regretting his talents.
โ€œNow where do you think youโ€™re going, hmm? We ainโ€™t even finished saying hello.โ€
A shifting of the air sent her heart pounding as she realised Tommy was now directly behind her. Struggling slightly in Alfieโ€™s grip, she felt Tommyโ€™s breath on her neck as his hands rested heavily on her shoulders.
โ€œIf you stop squirming you might even enjoy whatโ€™s going to happen next,โ€ he murmured against her ear. Her wide-eyed stare met Alfie, seeing his full lips curled in amusement.
โ€œWhat happens next..?โ€
Tommyโ€™s lips ghosted across the nape of her neck and even in her alarming predicament her eyes fluttered closed for a split second.
โ€œWe thought about making you choose,โ€ he said quietly and she could see Alfieโ€™s attention flick to the Shelby man behind her. โ€œWe thought about killing you.โ€ He punctuated his statements with tender kisses against her neck. โ€œBut then we had a different idea.โ€ She could feel the curve of his grin against her skin and began to feel the bulge forming in his trousers pressed against her rear.
Surely not?
โ€œYou thought you could play a little game with us, didnโ€™t you, treacle?โ€ Alfie rumbled as one of Tommyโ€™s hands slipped from her shoulder to loosely wrap around her throat, the gentle stroking of this thumb against her jaw not distracting from how easily he could crush her airway. โ€œSo what we thought, see, was that we might play a little game with you.โ€
โ€œAlfieโ€ฆ Thomasโ€ฆ I can explainโ€ฆโ€ She cursed the wavering tremor of fear in her voice. If ever there was a moment to be the authoritative woman she was reputed to beโ€ฆ
โ€œSsshhhโ€ฆโ€ warned Tommy in an almost whisper, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. โ€œNo more lies.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t mean toโ€”โ€
โ€œIf I were you, Iโ€™d stop talking, dove. Like the gentleman said, we ainโ€™t here to hurt you.โ€
โ€œButโ€”โ€
She was cut short by Alfieโ€™s lips suddenly on hers, soft and full, the familiar tickle of his beard against her skin. His bear-like grip around her body loosened so her hands came free, finding their home against his broad chest, curling into the fabric of his loose-fitting white shirt. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her stomach. Behind, Tommy was running his lips over her neck, his hands snaking around her middle.
Was this really happening..?
Breaking away for air, she squinted at the Camden man, gasping as Tommyโ€™s roaming hands reached her breasts, squeezing softly.
โ€œGentlemenโ€ฆโ€ she began, attempting to find some level of authority in this unusual situation. โ€œIโ€™m afraid you find me rather confused. What isโ€”โ€
Alfie cupped her chin, silencing her with his thumb against her lips.
โ€œYou wanted us both, didโ€™ya, little bird? Well my old granny always told me to be careful what I wished for.โ€
โ€œTime to see how well you can take us both,โ€ agreed Tommy, replacing Alfieโ€™s hand with his own, turning her face towards him to catch her mouth in a searing kiss. He was fully hard against her now, grinding gently against the plush flesh of her behind. As she lost herself in the feeling of his tongue licking into her mouth, dancing softly with her own, she was distantly aware of Alfie taking one of her hands. It was only when he pressed it against his own demanding length that she pulled away from Tommy, gasping slightly.
โ€œAnd if I say no?โ€
They exchanged a chuckle over her head.
โ€œAre you? Saying no?โ€
Was she? It would be a lie to say she had never imagined what it would be like to be sandwiched between these two demanding men. The very thought of it had wetness gathering between her legs and had warmed her on long nights alone. But for it to be a reality..? That wasnโ€™t something even her imagination had ever dared to consider. These two were not familiar with the concept of sharing.
โ€œIf we do this, we all leave this room and go our separate ways with no repercussions?โ€ She twisted to look at them both as her question hung in the air above them.
โ€œDepends how much we enjoy it, sweetheart,โ€ grinned Tommy, lust-blown pupils burning wickedly. He must have seen the look of distrust in her eye because he continued, โ€œYou have our word that no harm will come your way.โ€ He brushed his knuckles over her cheek tenderly, the way he liked to when he was buried deep within her, watching her unravel. โ€œWould be such a waste to destroy something so beautiful.โ€
โ€œEnough chit chat, this isnโ€™t the fucking motherโ€™s union,โ€ grumbled Alfie, tugging her hips to regain her attention. โ€œAre we doing this or not?โ€
Before she could think about it any further she found herself nodding, and he immediately drew her back to him, his mouth hot and insistent on hers, pulling a needy moan from her throat. She felt Tommy tugging at the fastening of her dress, easing it open and following its progress, dusting kisses across the newly exposed skin of her shoulders. With a not so gentle tug, she was stood in a circle of fabric, shivering at the suddenness of the cooler air hitting her skin.
Or maybe it was because he was making short work of her undergarments, the straps of her brassier sliding down her arms. Her head began to spin, soft moans slipping from her as Alfieโ€™s lips attacked her throat and Tommyโ€™s warm hands cupped her breasts, his lightly-calloused fingers teasing them to stiff peaks. She gasped audibly as Alfieโ€™s mouth was suddenly wrapped around one of the firm little buds, flicking his tongue expertly against it even as the swell of flesh was still being kneaded gently within Tommyโ€™s grasp.
All around her the slightly rough fabric of their still fully-clothed forms rubbed against her intoxicatingly but she needed more. Pulling roughly at Alfieโ€™s shirt, in a flurry of clothing, both men were naked from the waist up, warm skin finally meeting unhindered, pressed against her front and back.
Two sets of large hands skimmed her body as Tommy laid claim to her lips once more. He was so much softer than Alfie, though no less dominant, tangling a hand in her hair to hold her close as he tasted her, bumping his nose delicately against hers, the longer part of his hair flopping forward so it tickled her forehead. She was so distracted by his attention that she didnโ€™t even notice Alfie lower himself to his knees until a breath of warm air played across her thighs.
Pulling away from Tommy she looked down just in time for Alfie to be running thick fingers over her covered mound. Biting her lip she let him pull one of her legs over his shoulder, Tommy supporting her from behind stroking his hands over her torso.
โ€œJust a little taste, dove,โ€ he grinned up at her wolfishly, tugging the delicate lace to the side so he could lick a stripe between her already slick folds.
โ€œFuuuckโ€ฆโ€ she groaned, tangling a hand in his hair as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently. Tommy tugged her head to the side slightly, attacking her neck, scraping his teeth against her skin and soothing with sweeps of his tongue as Alfie lapped at her core. Tommyโ€™s hands roamed her form, teasing across her nipples, pinching just hard enough to hurt, desperate whining whimpers falling from her mouth as both men assaulted her with pleasure.
โ€œHow does she taste?โ€ rumbled Tommy, voice thick with gravelly lust.
โ€œLike honey,โ€ replied Alfie, lips shining within his beard from her arousal. He slapped the globe of her ass above the leg thrown over his shoulder and she whimpered involuntarily. โ€œAlways taste like fucking sin, donโ€™tcha?โ€
She assumed it was rhetorical because his tongue was between her folds once more and speech was beyond her abilities.
Licking down he teased against her tight entrance, probing her open with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, Tommyโ€™s fingertips found her clit, making her jolt in his arms as he rolled them in tight circles. Her head flopped back against his shoulder, mouth open in wordless gasping as he teased the sensitive little bundle whilst Alfie fucked her with his tongue.
โ€œAre you going to cum for us, eh?โ€ he rasped in her ear, grinding his erection against her ass as she whimpered her incoherent agreement, the coil inside tightening with every touch.
โ€œAnd should we let you cum?โ€ he asked, the pace of his fingers slowing to an aching crawl.
โ€œPlease.โ€
Alfie pulled back to observe her, quivering with need in Tommyโ€™s arms.
โ€œNah, I think you can wait.โ€
The whine of indignation that left her made them both laugh, as with a grunt, Alfie pushed himself vertical again.
โ€œSorry, bird. But youโ€™ve been a very naughty girl ainโ€™tcha?โ€ he grinned, pulling her into a messy kiss, her own arousal covering her face, tasting it on his tongue. Sheโ€™d barely come up for air when Tommy claimed her, gathering her wetness on his tongue before kissing her hard enough to make her dizzy.
โ€œOn your fucking knees if you wouldnโ€™t mind miโ€™lady,โ€ Alfie gestured as the other man released her, Tommyโ€™s hands gently pushing her shoulders until she complied. Kneeling before them she stared up, feeling her desperation leaking from her, soaking her already ruined underwear.
Alfie cupped her by the chin, running his thumb over her lips until she parted them, letting him press it into her mouth against her tongue.
โ€œLook at that, you do know how to behave sometimes, hey?โ€ he chuckled as she sucked, unfastening his trousers with his free hand, Tommy following suit. Two thick cocks sprang out in front of her face, different but yet both entirely capable of making her see the face of god when they so chose.
As she reached to clasp them, one in each hand, pumping lightly, he removed his thumb, smoothing his fingers over her hair. The low groans of pleasure they each produced as she stroked their silky, veiny lengths was almost enough to send her over the edge, and she desperately tried to rub her thighs together in her kneeling position. Her attempt was halted, however, with one of Tommyโ€™s expensive leather shoes sliding between her knees, forcing them apart.
โ€œThought we just told you no, eh?โ€ he scolded softly. โ€œDonโ€™t make us tell you again.โ€ The darkness in his tone made her swallow nervously and she nodded an apology, refocusing on working her hands along them both.
โ€œLetโ€™s get on with it shall we? Ladies first,โ€ muttered Alfie, pushing her face towards Tommyโ€™s cock. She giggled at the raised eyebrow look Tommy gave the other man before slowly flicking her tongue across the tip, just how she knew he liked it. The salty pearls of precum gathered there coated her tongue and she moaned quietly as she sucked, teasing down his length, pressing against the thick vein underneath until his hand gripped her hair.
Breathing carefully through her nose she took him all the way down, letting him nudge the back of her throat until drool began to gather in the corners of her mouth. All the while she languidly stroked Alfieโ€™s cock, smoothing his own slick precum across the head, squeezing gently at the base, just how she knew he liked it.
Finally, when she could take the lack of air no longer, she pulled back, gasping, saliva dribbling down her chin. Pumping his slick member she readied to take him again only for Alfie to intervene.
โ€œMy turn,โ€ he grunted thickly, tugging her towards him, filling her mouth with his dick. โ€œIsnโ€™t she fucking beautiful with her mouth full?โ€ he mumbled appreciatively, grunting as she hollowed her cheeks, head bobbing as she sucked, tongue dancing along his length.
She felt Tommyโ€™s hand in her hair, encouraging her to take the other man deeper and she whimpered with desire as he began to control her movements, saliva dripping from her lips and down to her chest. With a particularly forceful move she found her nose pressed against the coarse hair of Alfieโ€™s pelvis and held there as he groaned, cock twitching in her throat. Squeezing his thigh, desperately in need of air, he finally swatted Tommyโ€™s hand away, letting her pull back, coughing and spluttering.
But there was almost no respite as Tommy guided her mouth back to him, sliding down her throat with ease. Slackening her jaw she let him take control, fucking her face, her free hand braced against his firm thigh until she could feel him begin to quiver. Scratching her nails over his balls he groaned and pulled back, catching himself before he unloaded down her throat.
โ€œNot yet,โ€ he huffed shakily, smoothing her hair in a strangely tender manner to say seconds ago heโ€™d been treating her like his own personal whore.
Which maybe tonight she was. Though not just his.
In a bid to catch her breath, she began to stroke Alfie again, placing tiny kitten licks over his length, teasing down and down until she could nuzzle against his balls. It always gave her such a sense of power to hear him groan as she sucked lightly on one and then the other, hand pumping and wrist twisting around his length all the while. When she had him like this he would give her anything she asked for.
A weakness she had exploited on more than one occasion. But not tonight. Because what else could she possibly ask for but for him to share her with the man he (allegedly) hated most in England?
Guiding her back to his cock, he slipped it past her lips, hissing as her warm mouth enveloped him once more. She looked up through her lashes to see his jaw slack, watching her, eyes hooded with desire. Flicking her gaze as she worked him, she met Tommyโ€™s stare, the heavy darkness of his usually pale, piercing eyes almost making her lose focus. He was slowly stroking himself, her spit still coating his length. Lifting a hand, she raised her eyebrows in silent query and he let her take over, eyes sliding closed as she synchronised the movement of her head and hand around each man.
With a grunt of effort, Alfie finally pushed her away, breathing almost as heavily as she was. She sat back on her heels, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, all too aware of how much of a harlot she must look already. Eyes running mascara down her cheeks, scarlet lipstick probably smeared - there were definite glimpses of red marking both men - her skin wet with her own drool and arousal.
Tommy helped her back to her feet, steadying her on her shaking legs. Smoothing the slick from her face he kissed her softly, fingers in her hair, gently kneading her scalp. Alfieโ€™s hands landed on her hips from behind, beard tickling her neck as he trailed kisses along it and down across her shoulder.
When Tommy drew back he took her hand, leading her towards the still pristinely made bed. She paused for a moment, unsure as to how they might want her, until he climbed on, patting the spot in the middle of the bed beside him, leaving plenty of room for Alfie to settle on her other side.
Laying down, suddenly much more self-conscious than before, she glanced nervously between them. It was Tommy who moved first, catching her lips again in another of his sweet kisses - truly if she had to choose based on kisses alone, he would win - letting his fingers tease over her skin, thumbing her pert nipple. When Alfie began to mimic his actions, she gasped into Tommyโ€™s mouth, the smouldering embers of her desire quickly fanning back to flame.
Pulling back, she greedily dragged Alfieโ€™s lips to hers, moaning as Tommyโ€™s mouth replaced his hand, sucking the little bud until her back was arching from the bed. Alfie withdrew so he could do the same and her brain began to misfire as the two men tongued her breasts, her hands curling into their hair. Glancing down she saw Tommy staring up at her, plump lips wrapped around her left nipple, a wicked grin glinting in his eyes. Whimpering needily, she could feel her desire literally dripping out of her between her legs.
Two different strong hands began to roam her body, each pulling her legs apart, apparently fighting to be the one to touch her first. She could no longer distinguish whose finger was which as they slid across her achingly sensitive clit, one man holding her folds apart for the other to have greater access to the little bundle. But when one finger began to probe her tight opening she was sure it was Alfie, the metal of his rings distinctive as he pressed into her cunt, making her hips jerk to meet him.
He leaned back up from her breast to kiss her, a second finger stretching her open and making her curse as he found her gspot with casual ease. Her back arched from the soft mattress and Tommyโ€™s firm hand pushed her hips back down, holding her still as Alfie fucked her lazily with his fingers.
Even though she was gasping for breath as Alfie released her lips, Tommy claimed her again immediately. As his tongue danced languidly with hers, she was aware of a change, of two fingers briefly becoming one, only for a second to be added again a moment later. But not the same as before. Wrenching her mouth from his she looked down to find each man with a finger inside her, both grazing at that sweet spot. Meaningless babbling fell from her lips as they let her rut against their hands, both attempting to achieve the seemingly impossible, and actually cooperate for once in their lives, moving in time together.
Through her haze of lust filled pleasure, she was aware of them both pressing hard against her sides. Wriggling her hands down between their bodies and her own she gripped their cocks, fisting them gently to a cacophony of groans. Each demanded claim to her lips on theirs as they once again changed control of her cunt, this time Tommy driving his thick fingers into her until she was almost wailing into Alfieโ€™s mouth, his own fingers circling her clit.
Her orgasm was hurtling towards her, her hand movements growing sloppy and uncoordinated as the single-minded need for release became almost overwhelming. She was so close she could practically taste it.
โ€œAre you gonna cum for us, little dove?โ€ mumbled Alfie against her neck as Tommyโ€™s tongue explored her mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily into your fist.
โ€œPlease, Alfie,โ€ she begged as she pulled back, still eye to eye with Tommy. โ€œPlease?โ€ she implored, bumping her nose against his lightly, his fingers working within her, filling the room with the wet sounds of her desperation.
She cried out in pitiful fury as his hand disappeared, smacking his chest as he smirked at her.
โ€œI want to taste,โ€ was all the apology he offered as he shifted quickly down the bed to rest between her thighs. โ€œIf she cums on my tongue first, you can have her cum on your dick first,โ€ he added to Alfie, brow raised in question, like she wasnโ€™t even there. But given how much she knew these men enjoyed controlling her climax, it wasnโ€™t worth the breath arguing the point. She would cum when they let her, or not at all.
The thought alone of being completely at their mercy was enough to almost make her lose it. Her thighs tried to squeeze closed but Tommy pried them apart. Apparently in her momentary lapse of attention there had been an agreement and he dived between her legs, sucking hard on her already over-sensitive clit.
โ€œAhh! No! Too much!โ€ she squealed, trying to stop him but Alfie held her back, running a soothing hand over your hair, wiping the tears as they began to escape the corners of her eyes.
โ€œSo pretty when you cry, treacle,โ€ he teased, pushing his fingers into your open mouth. She could taste yourself on them as you sucked greedily, muffling the sounds of her moans as Tommyโ€™s fingers slid back into her wet cunt. Lapping more gently at her clit he went to work within, fucking her hard until her whole body began to tremble, the pressure building to a crescendo.
Grazing his teeth lightly over her clit she lost control, her climax exploding in a rushing wave of light and sound, coating his waiting tongue. He continued to tease her, drawing shaky aftershocks from her quivering cunt as Alfie pressed kisses to her sweaty brow, growling words of praise in her ear.
A heavy sense of bliss permeated her whole being, her body floppy and uncooperative. Tommy crawled back level with her head, letting her taste her release but almost before she was aware, Alfie had shifted, kneeling between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock between her glistening folds. Tommyโ€™s mouth was still on herโ€™s as he pushed into her, catching her cry as Alfie filled her in a single thrust.
She couldnโ€™t catch her breath, her sensitive walls fluttering around his impressive girth almost immediately.
โ€œCanโ€™t believe youโ€™d had me sharing this perfect little cunt with that reprobate,โ€ he growled, pushing her knees towards her chest so he could go deeper still. โ€œDoes he make you cum like I do?โ€
Tommy, still lying next to her, face hovering above herโ€™s, smirking smugly as he waited for her answer. As if she was somehow capable of speech when Alfieโ€™s cock was arrowing into her tightness at a relentless pace, the angle catching her gspot so perfectly she was seeing stars with every powerful thrust.
โ€œAre you going to answer the man?โ€ Tommy enquired teasingly, fingertips tilting her face towards him, lips dangerously close to hers. โ€œOr do we need to test it? See how hard you can cum for us both, eh? See how many times we can make this little body sing for us?โ€
His mouth closed over herโ€™s before she could even attempt to formulate a reply, his words echoing in her ears as Alfie pulled another shattering orgasm from her body. As she gushed all over his cock he slowed his pace, eventually pulling from her only to manhandle her onto her knees in front of him, cock pushing into your waiting mouth. And mere seconds later she felt Tommyโ€™s fingers teasing across her clit, making her jump, the blunt tip off his cock quickly breaching her hole.
She groaned around Alfieโ€™s length as Tommy began giving her long, deep strokes, looking up at him through wet lashes. These men, so different and yet far more similar than they would ever like to admit. And not just in how they both filled her so completely.
โ€œWell ainโ€™t that a sight,โ€ he rasped, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could see her lips stretched comically wide around him. โ€œYou like having both your mouth and your cunt filled, dโ€™ya, little bird?โ€
She tried to agree, her unheard words clearly felt through the reverberations around his cock because he grunted and gripped her hair more tightly. Which only served to turn her on further and Tommy groaned as her walls pulsed and clenched around him in response.
โ€œLet me,โ€ he gasped out, leaning forward, burying himself so impossibly deep that her eyes rolled back in her head and Alfieโ€™s cock fell from her lips. Gathering her curls around his fist he pulled so that she had no choice but to arch her back towards him and his relentlessly snapping hips.
โ€œOpen wide, thereโ€™s a good girl,โ€ Alfie grinned, pressing her cheeks meaningfully until his length was snugly filling her mouth again. โ€œFuck you take it so well, dove,โ€ he grunted, pushing forwards into her throat.
For a long minute both men were thrusting deeply into her body, taking whatever they wanted. Only when the look in her eyes became truly desperate did Alfie pull back, leaving her gasping and coughing, long tendrils of salvia falling from her lips.
But Tommy never stopped, slamming into her hard and fast. A slight shift of angle and, mouth free and unencumbered, she cried out as suddenly her climax was crashing through her once more. As he slid out she could feel your release painting her quaking thighs.
They werenโ€™t interested in letting her recover though, apparently determined to use her until she was begging for mercy. Maybe this was how they planned to kill her, pondered her exhausted brain idly as Alfie was repositioning her, lifting her into his lap. How her fatigued limbs were supposed to support her through this, she had no idea but before she could object he had plunged deep into her again, her slippery walls offering little resistance.
โ€œAlfieโ€ฆ I canโ€™t.. Iโ€ฆโ€
His hands rested on her ass, half lifting her on and off his cock. She leaned forward to grip the headboard behind him, using it to give her leverage and in doing so the angle caused him to brush her gspot with every movement. Gasping at the exquisite bolts of pleasure it sent surging through her, it was as if her limbs seemed to find a second wind, bouncing more readily on his cock, greedily chasing every bright flash of desire.
Tommy moved to sit by her, back against the headboard and she reached for him, drawing him into a searing, breathless kiss, his hands on her breasts as Alfie guided her hips. Pulling back he held her face between his hands, holding her forehead against his as he watched her face contort with the pleasure Alfie was giving her.
โ€œI told you, you might enjoy this,โ€ he smirked, a knowing look in his eye as he saw another orgasm approaching. โ€œSuch a pretty little whore for us, arenโ€™t you?โ€
She tried to reply but Alfie wrapped a strong arm around her waist and began fucking up into her at a brutal pace, and all that came out was a strangled scream.
โ€œLet me see you cum for him,โ€ Tommy demanded, still keeping a tight grip on her face. โ€œShow me.โ€
He kissed her forcefully as Alfie pounded into her dripping core and the band inside snapped again, so hard that it was like being ripped in two by blinding lights. She knew Tommy was watching because his lips were no longer on herโ€™s but she couldnโ€™t see a thing, eyes squeezed shut as her cunt convulsed around Aflieโ€™s cock. She collapsed, panting, into his waiting arms and the chuckle he made rumbled from his broad chest through her spent body, her ears ringing.
โ€œCโ€™mon treacle, weโ€™re not finished yet,โ€ he admonished as she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of rum and gunpowder, unsure if she could really take much more of this pleasurable assault.
โ€œAlfieeeeโ€ฆโ€ she begged thinly, โ€œplease, I canโ€™t..โ€ Her words slipped into a startled yelp as he gripped her hair, tugging hard enough to hurt, pulling her head back so they were eye to eye.
โ€œWhatโ€™s all this complaining, hey? Thought you thought you could have us both? Are you tryna tell me youโ€™re not enjoying yourself, bird? Because you just made an unholy fucking mess of yourself on my cock.โ€
She whimpered slightly at the dangerous look in his eye. โ€œSorry.โ€
Next to her Tommy cleared his throat but she couldnโ€™t move her head to look at him.
โ€œMaybe just one more round, eh, Alfie? Donโ€™t want to destroy her completely.โ€
The Camden man grunted in what apparently was agreement and released his grip on her hair.
โ€œCโ€™mon sweetheart, be good for us, eh?โ€ murmured Tommy, gently lifting you off Alfie to lay her on her back across the bed. โ€œJust one more and then you can rest.โ€
He covered her body with his, catching her lips as he slowly eased himself into the sweet confines of her abused pussy. Even through the haze of over-stimulation she groaned into his mouth as he stretched you open.
โ€œThatโ€™s my girl,โ€ he smirked watching as her eyes slipped shut, tiny cries tumbling from her lips as he began to move. He buried his head in her neck, biting gently as a quiet rumble of pleasure poured from his throat. โ€œFucking hell, how are you still so fucking tight, eh?โ€
She tugged the longer part of his hair to make him look at her, noses dancing, staring into his bewitching eyes as he fucked her with long, slow thrusts.
โ€œOi, I thought this was a group event,โ€ grumbled Alfie. She hadnโ€™t even noticed him climbing from the bed, standing by the side near her head. โ€œCโ€™mere you,โ€ he ordered, and between them they shifted her so her head was hanging over the edge, Tommyโ€™s cock buried deeply inside her the entire time.
โ€œSorry darling,โ€ she offered sweetly, reaching back to rub her hand over his thick manhood, standing proudly just above her, still glistening with her release. Letting her mouth fall open, she allowed him to guide it between her lips, the angle making it easy for him to slide right down her throat.
Above her, Tommy sat back, lifting her hips to his knees as he drove into her with more intent, the change in position making her groan round Alfieโ€™s cock. He - Alfie - reached forward, palming her slick breasts, pinching the hard buds of her nipples until she was audibly wailing around his thrusting cock, her throat aching from the constant stretch. She began to lose focus on whose hands were where, but she thought it was Tommyโ€™s gripping her neck to feel the bulge of the other manโ€™s cock nestled there. And just from context it must have been his thumb that began to draw circles on her soaked clit, making her entire body jump as the overstimulated nerves objected to the assault.
But her end was nearing again, Tommyโ€™s arrowing hips making stars dance in her vision. Or maybe that was the oxygen deprivation. Either way their combined thrusting, groping hands sliding over her sweat-slicked skin, teasing every nerve in her body until tears were rolling from her eyes, mingling with the saliva Alfie was drawing from her mouth, was all too much. Her whole body began to shake as her orgasm approached and then the damn burst once more, going rigid as the sharp spike of absolute pleasure coursed through her like electricity in her veins.
Alfie pulled from her throat as she came, allowing her to heave necessary, grateful breaths as her body became limp and floppy once more. She was almost too far gone to realise Tommy had pulled out too, both men fisting their cocks above her, grunting almost in unison as they finally painted her face and body with thick white ropes.
Looking up at Alfie, still with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, his release dripping across her cheeks and lips, he grinned down at her. Running his softening member over her skin, gathering his spend, he pushed his sensitive tip into her mouth one last time, making her taste him fully.
โ€œThatโ€™s my girl,โ€ he smiled as she sucked gently.
Tommy, for his part, had collapsed panting on the bed next to her, one arm thrown across his sweaty brow.
Releasing Alfie with a soft pop, she shuffled so she was fully on the mattress again, mind reeling at what sheโ€™d done that evening. He reappeared a minute later with soft, damp washcloths and in silence, both men helped clean their cum from her skin.
Once clean, Tommy scooped her gently, repositioning her in the middle of the bed against the plush pillows, tucking her under the thick eiderdown. They climbed in on either side, both trying to be the one to pull her close until the three of them were a tangle of limbs and hot skin. Alfie caught her lips first, oddly chaste after their tempestuous encounter, Tommyโ€™s mouth pressing delicately against her shoulder until she turned, lips meeting and tongues dancing softly. She wondered if he could taste Alfie in her mouth and a warm frisson of desire bubbled through her.
Snuggled between them, head on Tommyโ€™s chest, tracing the pattern of his sunrise tattoo, Alfie pressed tight behind her, arm wrapped around her middle possessively, she knew, in the sensible, businesslike part of her brain, that she should get out of that room and run. Because this moment of peaceful ceasefire was unlikely to last when these two old foes awoke to a new day and the glow of the eveningโ€™s tryst began to fade.
But she couldnโ€™t seem to move. Warm, if not entirely safe, in their arms, exhausted eyes sliding closed. If this was how they chose to end her life, for now at least, she would accept her fate.
And who knew? Maybe this was the beginning of something else entirely.
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PART 2
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Nobody look at me ๐Ÿ™ˆ I canโ€™t believe I wrote this. If you enjoyed it though Iโ€™d love to hear from you! ๐Ÿค xxx
Masterlists: TOMMY | ALFIE | MAIN
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angelofthenight ยท 3 months
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Alfie, to Tommy: Ur in (y/n)โ€™s dms, Iโ€™m on google looking for nutrient rich soil Iโ€™d keep them in if they were a worm. We are not the same
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pacifymebby ยท 9 months
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Bonjour daddy ๐Ÿ˜‰ can I request the peaky boys with cuddling? Like whoโ€™s the big spoon, which positions whoโ€™s the most cuddly etc.. me has gotten her period so Iโ€™m feeling all ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
Hahaha a total side note, i made that same joke to b and he just smirked like, if thats what you'd like to believe I won't ruin ur moment haha
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Tommy
๐ŸŒฟ Is very big on the standing up cuddle, opening his arms up to you and holding you nice and snug against his body, wrapping his arms right around you, one hand stroking through your hair or cradling the back of your head.
๐ŸŒฟWill rest his chin on top of yours, kiss your parting and close his eyes, breathing in your scent
๐ŸŒฟIs a very doomed man and is always lowkey aware that every hug could be the last time he gets to hold his angel so every hug is savoured. He focuses on memorising exactly how he feels in the moment he's holding you, every detail filed away in his memory.
๐ŸŒฟHe likes to be big spoon, but more than that he likes to lie on his back with your body on top of his.
๐ŸŒฟDrawing patterns down your back quietly, again trying to remember every detail. Obsessed with the sensation of your light restful breaths tickling his bare chest
๐ŸŒฟLoves the skin on skin feeling, always chasing purity in love and it makes him feel so connected to you, so intimate.
๐ŸŒฟ When you're on your period he recognises the change in your temper and is very careful with you, he will try not to snap at you or show any sign of irritation because he's aware how easily wounded you are... He makes sure to hug you and hold you even more than usual
๐ŸŒฟModern! Tommy would make sure you had a hot waterbottle and all the blankets you needed, get you cosy in bed or on the sofa in front of the tv to watch your favourite movie. He'll humour whatever trash you want to watch and lie there behind you, kissing you and playing with your hair, more focussed on you than the tv.
Alfie
๐Ÿป Big spoon always because he just wants to hold you, wants to be able to put his hands wherever he likes.
๐Ÿป Likes to hold you in sexual places in a non-sexual way. What I mean by this is that if you're little spoon he'll hold one of your breasts in his hand, but just that, simply holding it just because he can... And not because he wants anything more than just to hold you
๐Ÿป Also likes to tickle you on purpose with his beard, his stubble brushing your cheek or your neck, making you giggle and squirm rousing you from your sleep for just long enough he can ask for a kiss.
๐Ÿป His favourite place to cuddle with you however is in a rocking chair by the fire, you bundled up in his lap under a blanket, him holding you safe and snug, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. You're the most precious thing in the world to him so he likes to have you bundled up in his arms at any opportunity.
๐Ÿป You could be busy around the house talking to him about your day or mithering and worrying, or asking him about business and he will refuse to talk to you about any of it until you've gone and sat down in his lap. He'll pat his thigh and open his arms for you, "now now zieskiet, whatve I told you eh, if you're gonna come home talkin me poor old ears off about that nonsense you've at least got to let me hold my little girl whilst I listen eh... Take pity on your old man yeah poppet?"
๐Ÿป Very possesive, can't keep his hands off you ever so when you're cuddling he's constantly rubbing his palms over your arms, or holding your thigh, always doing little things to let you know he's there, that youre all his and he's got you.
๐Ÿป Gives big squeezy bear hugs holds onto you so tight, keeps your face burried into his chest, blocks out the rest of the world so that all you can feel his him all around you.
๐Ÿป Alfie's too old to be immature about your period and if anything he feels a little sorry for you, he doesnt like that he can't do much to help you but he always makes sure he's very gentle with you. Even more doting than usual.
๐Ÿป Gives the best belly rubs, like he ubderstands that you need to do more than just rub your hands lightly over your tummy. He'll rub his hands together to heat them up first and then gently massage you until you're feeling a little better.
๐Ÿป Modern Alfie wouldn't be embarrassed about going to shops to get your pads but he also wouldn't be going... He'd be sending Ollie so that you and him could have a good laugh at Ollie expense.
Arthur
๐Ÿ‚ Doesn't realise until one day you climb into bed after him and make yourself big spoon, wrapping your body around his, nuzzling into the back of his neck and kissing down the bumps of his spine, kissing his shoulder too, but he loves being little spoon.
๐Ÿ‚ It makes him feel so safe and loved, makes him feel cherished which is a very new feeling for him, not one he's ever experienced in adult life.
๐Ÿ‚ He loves being able to close his eyes and feel your fingers scratching and massaging his head. You like stroking the backs of your fingers along his jaw where his stubble is.
๐Ÿ‚ He doesnt admit that he loves this for a long time though, and you never ask about it because you know that if you do he'll get embarassed and deny it and then potentially never let you hold him again.
๐Ÿ‚Feels almost ashamed that he likes it because he's the man, so isn't he supposed to be the one making you feel loved and cherished and safe?
๐Ÿ‚ Blushes when you prop yourself up on your elbow looking down at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
๐Ÿ‚Will fall asleepy like that so quickly because its the safest he's ever felt.
๐Ÿ‚ He will however insist upon being big spoon at certain times of the month or when youre feeling unwell. He won't know how to deal with your period at all, he'll only know that youre more argumentative and that he has to be careful not to start a fight with you...
๐Ÿ‚ Doesnt like seeing you cry and you cry at everything when youre on your period so he will spend a lot of time hugging you close to him so that no one can see your tears. Leaves those long held kisses in your hair and you feel protected by him for as long as his lips remain pressed to your head.
๐Ÿ‚ Modern Arthur definitely gets embarassed about having to go to the shops for period pads, like, he definitely panics doesnt know what to buy, goes red, feels like he has to say something at the till even though he really doesn't need to.
John
๐ŸŒผ Favourite way to cuddle you is to start by tackling you to the ground, play fighting or tickling you. Its like he can't just ask for a hug he has to play a game or trick you into it first...
๐ŸŒผ Because he loves holding you and cuddling you and he loves kissing you too but he doesn't really know how to persue non-sexual affection without laughing it off and being unserious? The boy just wants a cuddle with his flower but he doesn't know how to ask because cuddling is "soft"
๐ŸŒผ Definitely big spoon. Similar to Alfie, likes to have possesion of you, when youre wrapped up in his arms youre completely at his mercy and he can do whatever he likes to/with you.
๐ŸŒผ Loves to tickle you and feel how with nowhere else to go you scramble and squirm further into his hold. And if he makes you jump even better because they you flinch and reach for something to hold onto, so you end up gripping his shirt or throwing your arms around his neck and clinging onto him just the way he likes it.
๐ŸŒผ Isn't very good at tummy rubs alas, but thats because he can't get his head around the idea that pressing on your tummy when its sore, will help make you feel better "won't that just hurt more?"
๐ŸŒผ Gives you lots of kisses though, will try to tease and tickle you to make you laugh and smile to distract you from the pain. I guess his cuddle style is playful.
๐ŸŒผ Loves a naked skin to skin cuddle the best, likes to hold your bare body in his arms and draw patterns all over your skin as you fall asleep.
๐ŸŒผ Lets you bite him very gently on the shoulder mid hug (one for the girls if u know u know)
๐ŸŒผ 9 times out of 10 cuddles with John lead elsewhere... Like, cuddling definitely puts john in a certain kinda mood
๐ŸŒผ Oh you just wanted a nice sleepy cuddle? It might start off that way but after a minute or two of having his body pressed up against yours his minds wandered to... Places
๐ŸŒผ Definitely does stuff like "got ur nose" just as you're drifting off and relaxing.
๐ŸŒผ Surprisingly serious about your period, perhaps he wouldn't have been once, as a younger lad he'd have teased you or told you off for even telling him about that.
๐ŸŒผ But he's a man now and he firmly believes real men need to take care of their woman, so he'll make sure you have everything you need. Will pretend to be embarrassed about having to go to the shops to get your period pads or whatever but actually doesn't care at all. He's only teasing you, trying to make you laugh at him by pretending to get really flustered about it.
๐ŸŒผ His favourite thing to do is pick you up, sling you over his shoulder and then throw you down on the bed to cuddle you.
Bonnie
๐Ÿ€ The cuddliest sweetheart you can imagine, always finding an excuse to give you a hug, always coming up behind you and making you jump when you're concentrating on something else, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck, kiss your shoulder, just rest his chin on your shoulder or have his cheek pressed against yours.
๐Ÿ€Loves having you sitting in his lap and will always choose a table at the Garrison with not enough seats for everyone so that he has an excuse to pull you into his lap. Really does just like to have a hold on you at all times. Even if you're not talking or interacting in any other way. He just likes to be physically near you.
๐Ÿ€ Definitely similar to John, play fights, chases around the house/fields always just as an excuse to get his hands on you.
๐Ÿ€Always pulls you in for a hug when you first see eachother/say hello. Will give you the tightest squeeze and lift you up off your feet.
๐Ÿ€Loves carrying you, your legs around his waist, you holding onto him nice and tight, dependent on him.
๐Ÿ€Dreams dreams dreams of the day you've lots of wee kids to cuddle with, the five of you getting huddled up and cosy in mammy and daddys bed for a bedtime story.
๐Ÿ€When its you and him all cuddled up in bed for the night he likes to either be big spoon or have you asleep on his chest, his hand resting on your back. He often gets worried about the home being broken into or an attack in the middle of the night so he feels most comfortable when you're right there sleeping as close to him as possible. Means he can know you're safe as can be and he can be there to protect you.
๐Ÿ€Loves naked cuddles, skin on skin, legs tangled, feels so close and warm and intimate and he's so in love with you, so devoted to you that he craves that closeness and only feels complete when he has you in his arms and he can feel your heartbeats sinking up.
๐Ÿ€Will hold you/spoon you all night!!!! You will wake up wrapped in his arms and if you need to get out of bed for anything in the night sorry but Bonnie will not be letting you go without a fight. Loves to hold your head burried in his chest.
๐Ÿ€ Probably not phased by your period and if he is he isn't going to show it at all. Doesn't like you being in pain at all and he's very good at giving you back massages and tummy rubs. He also knows that theres another way to help with period pain and he isn't scared of touching you when its your time of the month. (Bonnie and Aberama are the only two peaky men I think would finger you when you're on your period tbh, tommy might but I'm not entirely sure?)
๐Ÿ€ Modern bonnie sends you a photo of the period aisle at rhe shops because he's confused but determined to get the exact right things for you.
๐Ÿ€ He's always lowkey dissapointed when you get your period because that means no babies
Isaiah
๐Ÿ€I think it probably takes him awhile to get particularly cuddly and affectionate. For all I imagine he's a tactile, flirtatious playboy type, I don't think he knows how to just hug it out or have soft sleepy cuddle you know?
๐Ÿ€You probably initiate most of the cuddles, and he always tries to pull away before you're ready too, so you have to grip him extra tight and put up a fight...
๐Ÿ€But then he gets a taste for that, feels good how you practically beg him for just a hug... You always ask him "Saiah can I have a hug please?" because unless you tell him you want to be hugged he won't think to do it... But he LOVES hearing you ask for that. "Saiah I wanna hug" when you're tired and whiny. He sometimes denies you just to make you ask again. "Say please love..." "God what am I to you? A fuckin hug dispenser?"
๐Ÿ€He's always big spoon, because he's a fragile masculinity adolescent... He hasn't grown out of the complex of needing to be the man, so he's always the one cuddling you... He won't ever let anyone think he enjoys all that soft shit...
๐Ÿ€But when no one is around he's actually very cute and sweet to you. Nose kisses all the time. A secret fan of the penguin kiss (where u rub noses idk?)
๐Ÿ€I think he learns to be affectionate with you over time and is cuddly but mostly only in private. You have mastered the "hug me" eyes now and if you get them just right and you sit there looking at him like that for long enough he'll say "Right.. You've brought this on yourself y/n" as if you're in serious trouble, then he'll march over and sit himself in your lap squishing and crushing you until you can't breath for laughing. Only then will he give you a proper hug - but the cuddles are worth the torment you have to go through first.
๐Ÿ€As bad, if not worse than john on the horny cuddler front. Is genuinely so confused about how he's supposed to tangle you up like that, bundled up against his chest so that every part of his body can feel every part of your body pushing against him, and not get turned on... A nice peaceful cuddle can become pretty heated pretty quickly. He'll feign innocence (sometimes he won't and he'll just slip his hand into your underwear and take you buy surprise) all his little caresses and kisses seemingly innocent at first but really, not at all...
๐Ÿ€When it comes to your period Isaiah pretends he's man enough not to care, he'll screw his face up all "ew no way y/n fuck no..." then crack a grin and make out like he was only teasing you, but secretly he feels really awkward about it and doesn't know what to do. He'll panic at the shop, get annoyed when he buys the wrong thing and you send him back. But he's trying, he wants to be a good boyfriend so over time he'll do his best to learn.
Michael
โ˜˜๏ธ Secret cuddler...
โ˜˜๏ธ You have to work so hard to get him to trust you but once you secure his trust (once he knows you aren't going to laugh at him or tell his brothers what a sook he is) he will reveal his soft side to you and oh my god is he soft
โ˜˜๏ธ He loves cuddling and being cuddled. Bug spoon, little spoon, sitting in an arm chair, picking you up and swirling you round, carrying you to bed for more cuddles, having you lie on his chest, him lying on your chest (secretly his favourite way to cuddle) any cuddling at all, he loves it
โ˜˜๏ธ But his favourite is definitely lying with his head to your breast, your hand in his hair maybe giving him head scratches or playing with his hair, your legs closed around his body so that he's completely secure. He could fall asleep here so easily. He loves it. Especially after a hard day at the office or when his cousins are being particularly demanding.
โ˜˜๏ธ He loves to cuddle you too, loves being big spoon when you're naked in bed, likes getting to hold you anyway he wants. Your legs tangled together, perhaps one of his hands holding your hands, kissing your shoulder, your neck, between your shoulder blades. He loves waking up in that position after a nap, the two of you nuzzled into one another.
โ˜˜๏ธ Isn't awkward about you getting your period as such, he doesnt think its gross but he's very concious of social taboos so if you come right out complaining about period pain or saying that you've accidentally bled on your dress he'll turn such a bright shade of red. You always forget and it always makes you laugh.
โ˜˜๏ธ Gets annoyed when you tease him about it
โ˜˜๏ธ Is very worried that youre in pain. Worried too that you'll lose too much blood. It takes a lot to explain to him that you're not going to bleed out on your period...
โ˜˜๏ธ Tries to dote on you but gets overwhelmed by all the demands and the things you need. Because he's so worried about getting things wrong or upsetting you.
โ˜˜๏ธWon't give good tummy rubs or massages because he's too scared he'll hurt you. Will run you a hot bath and wash your hair for you.
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I Know Him
(Platonic Alfie Solomons x step daughter reader) (Background Finn Shelby x Reader)
Summery: Alfie Solomons is in for a surprise one morning when his soon to be step daughter greets him with a hug. Which wasn't unusual in itself, but he never expected it to happen at Tommy Shelby's house... or while she was wearing Finn Shelby's clothes....
A/N: Hi Y'all! I don't think there are any TW's for this! I just wanted to write a fluffy and funny idea about Alfie realising his sweetheart's daughter is dating a Shelby and she's just absolutely oblivious to their past. Also as with all of my Finn stories both him and the reader are over 18. Enjoy! โค๏ธ
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He was dreaming.
Yes, that had to be it. She couldn't really be here could she? It wasn't really her was it? Smiling to him at seven in the morning at his friendliest enemy's house? In..... is that the little one's shirt?
He had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation to it.
At least that's what Alfie Solomons told himself once he saw his sweetheart's daughter waving at him when he walked in the front hall of Tommy Shelby's house that morning. Not only was she waving, but she was practically jumping up and down in excitement when she saw him, eager to see the man who would be her stepfather one day....ย 
"ALFIE!! Is that you!!! Hi!!! What are you doing here?! My mum said you had a trip this week!"
Bouncy Excitement? Speaking at sonic speeds? Criminal amounts of energy for this early in the morning? Almost falling face first on the floor in her rush to hug him?..... Yep. This was his Y/N.
Automatically, Alfie returned the hug, something he'd grown more than accustomed to doing with his fiancรฉe's daughter. Especially when it had been a few weeks since he'd seen you. You were born when your parents were fifteen, and now twenty years later, you were in your second year at a university, halfway between London and Birmingham. Your father had tragically died during the war, and it had taken your mother almost a decade to start dating again. And if by a storybook miracle, she'd fallen helplessly for the single, "semi-retired", grumpiest neighbor in Margret, who often walked with a cane and whose only friend seemed to be his dog. Three years ago they'd met one day when Cryil had lost his collar and you had found him sitting pitifully under a tree....not even two gardens down from his home. But you hadn't know then, and believing the dog to have no family, took him back to your house. It wasn't hard either, as soon you held out your hand, Cyril was up, eagerly following his "new master" and it wasn't until the next day Alfie showed up, having heard the familiar barking. He'd been searching for Cyril all night, only to finally hear his yapping not even two doors down. Furious at the idea someone had kidnapped his best friend, Alfie had come over, knocking angrily on the door, with half a mind to take up his "old" profession. But when the door opened, instead of a grisly old bastard, Alfie was met with the closest thing to an angel he'd ever seen. It wasn't just her beauty, but her voice and the kind way she looked at him that captivated the man. And then when he looked inside the house he'd seen another young woman, laughing as Cyril attempted to sit on her lap in the small chair. And he wouldn't realise it until a few months later, but that would be a sight Alfie wanted to see every morning. A year later, he'd officially started going around with your mother, though the secret was well kept from any of his business associates. Alfie also saw the younger woman herself as his own child now too. He'd even taking to calling you "Shiny" after your sunny disposition. He wouldn't admit it, but Alfie definitely teared up, more than once, on the first day the couple dropped you off at your University. He also wouldn't admit how he'd never been more nervous than six months ago when he'd asked you for permission to propose. You had obviously said yes, but not before staring at him silently for six minutes with a gaze that could make any Shelby break into a sweat. Speaking of Shelbys ....
"Y/N why are you hugging Alfred Solomons?"
Alfie looked up at the stairs and saw not one, but at least four (and a half) different Shelby watching him from the stairs. Now he could have chosen to make fun of the mess that was Arthur's hair, but instead he focused on someone else. Because Arthur's hair may have look like a drunken bird's nest, but it was Finn Shelby who'd spoken.... And it was Finn Shelby wearing the matching pants to your shirt. So it was Finn Shelby who was currently in a lot more danger than he was five minutes ago. Truthfully, Alfie had only talked to the young man twice and hadn't been bothered by the quiet Shelby too much. In fact, he might even go as far to say the he favoured Finn the most because he'd talked to him the least. And the more the Shelbys talked to Alfie, the less he began to like them. But the sight before Alfie was enough to send Finn Shelby right to the top of the "excruciatingly painful death" hit list he promised your mother he'd "lost" long ago.
"FINN! Look! It's Alfie! I've told you about him haven't I?"
Finn himself was still half asleep, but he'd heard your surprised shout from the bedroom when you went to the bathroom and wanted to make sure you were alright. Only he thought he was still dreaming when he saw you embracing the man who had caused his family so much trouble before. Evidently, your excitement had been brought to more than one Shelby's attention and now he was standing with Arthur, Linda, Lizzie (holding Ruby), and John at the top of the stairs. All half awake and just as confused. Most of them were wondering if this was going to be another Grace situation.... But you hadn't noticed any of that yet. Hurrying up the stairs, you'd grabbed Finn's hand and brought the still tried younger man down to "meet" Alfie. Once the two men were situated in front of each other, you spoke the words that shocked both of them wide awake.
"Finn meet Alfie, my step dad. And Alfie meet Finn, my Boyfriend."
"STEP DAD?"
"BOYFRIEND!!!"
"Ahhh yes!! Isn't it great!! You two get to meet for the first time!! Ohh you'll love each other so much!!"
Oblivious to the shock of your companions, you bounced on the balls of your feet, eager for your favourite two men to finally meet. From the top of the stairs, John had rushed off to wake up Esme and Ada, while Linda was coaching Arthur through breathing again. Lizzie just sipped her tea silently as baby Ruby clapped at the drama. Finn stared at the floor, trying to process what he'd just heard. In the end, it was Alfie whose shock was broken first.
"No."
The bouncing stopped and it was your turn to look at Alfie confused.
"What do you meanย no?"
"You're not dating him Shiny."
"Yes, I am."ย 
"No, you're not."
"Yes, Alfie I am." You said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.ย 
"You're dating him?"
"Yes!"
"Did they kidnap you? Are they forcing you to say this?"
"No?"
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure I'm not kidnapped?"
"He asked you out and you agreed?"
"He took me for dinner and a movie!"
"You agreed to be with him?"
"Eagerly!"
"You and him?"
"Him and I!"
"Him?"
"Yes! Isn't he brilliant!"
Eagerly, you looked towards your boyfriend who looked offend by the fact Alfie didn't seem to believe you could ever have any interest in him. Sure, Finn occasionally questioned it himself multiple times a day, butย still. Though you payed no attention to his annoyance and wrapped your arms around your love, happily hugging him to yourself. Then you turned around facing your soon to be step father again, with Finn's arms still wrapped comfortably around your waist as they had been when you'd woken up that morning.
"Why?"
"What do you meanย whyย Ally? He's brilliant! He's nice and strong and respectful. He takes me on fun dates and he listens to me. He lets me hug and kiss him whenever I want and he's not afraid to tell me how he feels, though it did take a bit to get to that part! He lets me hold his hand and steal his shirts and he doesn't mind it when I ramble a lot. And there's a whole bunch more too but that's just the tip. I ran into him at a race with my friends one day and we just clicked. Isn't it great! He treats me exactly how you treat my mom and I think that's brilliant! Finn's brilliant!"
Alfie froze for a second thinking about his options. On one hand you obviously knewย nothing about what the Shelby really did for work and must not have realised what you were getting yourself into. On the other hand, you were one of the smartest people Alfie knew, and if Finn really did treat you like Alfie treated your mother, you'd know about his past by the second date... And you'd chosen to accept that. Alfie didn't know which idea scared him more. But right now he could see something else. You were happy....Very happy. Genuinely happy, in the fact you looked at Finn the same way your mother looked at Alfie... Shit you were in love with him.ย You loved Finn Shelby. And despite the sleep deprived confusion over the boy's face, Alfie had noticed the little spark in Finn's eye that lit up then he'd seen you. Alfie had seen the way Finn had pulled you slightly closer when you'd spun in his arms. You loved Finn Shelby and it seemed he loved you too.ย Shit. So despite his general distaste for Shelbys, Alfie did the last thing he wanted to do....But he did it for you. Because just like did your mother he'd do anything to see you smile.
"Well then gingersnap. If you treat my girl that nicely... then I guess it's alright to meet you isn't it?"
Somewhat begrudgingly, Alfie stuck his arm out toward the younger man. Finn stared at the arm, hesitantly, as if the moment he touched it, Alfie would pull him on to a knife. And truth be told, if he'd known it wouldn't make you mad, Alfie may have done that. But seeing your beaming grin, made shaking hands worth it. The hidden wince on Finn's face as Alfie increased his grip also seemed to get the unspoken message threat across. One tear from you and every peace deal between the families would be off. And all types of retribution would be fair game.... if your mother didn't get rid of Finn first that was.
ย And finally it seemed Finn had processed your earlier words. He had also noticed your eager face and wanted to proceed with caution, careful of crushing your spirits. Obviously you'd mistaken Alfie for your real stepdad? The man you told Finn about so much couldn't possibly be the one who'd thrown his oldest brother in jail and betrayed Tommy every other weekend? Ada and Esme had joined the "observation deck"(second floor balcony) now, and John had gotten his gun incase things went south. Tommy was still no where to be seen.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah Finny?"
"You said this is your step dad?"
"Yes.... wellย technicallyย not for a few more months, but the wedding is soon and he's basically already it!"ย 
"Right...but Y/N? You said your step dad was a nice older man who lived by the sea? He's a bit grumpy, but really sweet and likes to make model boats?"
"Yeah he does! This is him! You'll get along great!"
It was Alfie's turn to look slightly offended now. He wasn't that old, and it also occurred to him that while he told your mother about his "past" job, Alfie had never actually explained it to you. You genuinely thought Alfie was a retired baker. Sure, every now and then he'd tell you he was heading to London to consult another friend who was still in business, but that was it. And since you weren't raised in the big city, you really had no knowledge about Alfie's old job. Suddenly, he was dreading the imminent conversation more than ever before.ย 
"This is him? Are you sure?"
"Yep! I think I know what the guy banging my mum looks like Finny. Not that I ever see it...ew... but you know, Cyril doesn't get locked out of the master bedroom for anything!"
It was a good thing Alfie still had his beard because it helped hide the slight reddening of his cheeks and ears then. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about repeatedly making love to such a magnificent women, it was one of his proudest achievements actually...... but there was something about the fact her daughter knew that made him want to hide... just a little bit. Finn's face also turned red at the mention of Alfie's physical love life.
"Alright love, I believe ya. Just no more about his bedside manner alright? I don't wanna picture that."
"And I don't think I want you picturing it witchy."
"Finally!!," you cheered, clapping your hands quietly, happy both men finally seemed to understand what was going on. But then it brought you to your next question.
"Alfie?.... Why are you here though?.... oh please don't tell me my mum sent you to pick me up?"
"What no, your mum wouldn't do that...wait she knows you're here? What's she got to say about the lanky carrot top here? And how long has this been going on?" Alfie used his fingers to point between your shirt and Finn's pants, indicating what specifically the last sentence meant. Slightly tired of all the questioning you sighed.ย 
"I called her last night to tell her. It was too late to go back to my apartment and Finn said I could stay here. His brothers were fine with it too....ohh have you met them? I think you'd like Arthur! He likes boxing too, ya know!....but she knows. Also don't call him the lanky carrot top, that's mean. And it's been going on for almost a year now. Not the sleepovers, but the dating bit. We met right before summer break and you know....kept meeting up."
"A fucking year! Hell Shiny, when were you gonna tell us?" Alfie was shocked once again. You'd been dating Finn a whole year and hadn't mentioned it? A small part of him was hurt too, that you hadn't told him yet. He vividly remembered only a couple years ago, when you'd barge into his house looking for Cyril and just start telling him all about your day. Finn stood by just watching the observation, rubbing his red hair self consciously. It wasn't even that red, was it?
"ALMOST a year, and to be fair we hadn't make it official until a few months ago. I just didn't mention it because I wasn't sure if he was really into me or not....But he was, which is great! And I actually told my mom last month and she said I could bring Finn over next weekend maybe to meet him. She was suppose to tell you.... OHH WAIT! I have an idea!"
You were bouncing again, pleased with your new plan. Your mum said you could invite Finn to the house next week, and even though from your calls she seemed to like him, you knew she wasn't just gonna let him slide right into your bed....figuratively speaking. You were her only child and knew she wanted to make sure you were being treated right, so you figured she'd be a bit hard on him at first. When speaking on the phone last week, you'd also overheard her asking Alfie if he'd mind coming over early that day. You knew she wanted him around for a bit more intimidation. The big, dark, grisly figure standing in the shadows, while she interrogated Finn about his intentions. But maybe this unexpected meeting could work in your favour.
"This is great!! Since you and Finn have just met, and you seem to get along great, you can help me show him off to my mum next week! You can vouch that's he's as good as he looks!"
Alfie just stared at you.
There wasn't a single world in which he wanted to positively vouch for any Shelby. Especially one who apparently thought it was acceptable to get within ten feet of you..... without a shirt too. But then again, you had this slightly infuriating way of looking at Alfie. One smile and he was suddenly letting you paintย fucking flowersย on his fence to brighten the front yard or blowing up who knows what in his backyard.ย He really did give you too much power sometimes...
"You want me to vouch for him!"
"Yes, I mean you don't have anything against him do you?"
"Fucking actually..."
"What the hell is going on?"
Finally, Tommy showed up, his boots slightly dirty from the barn outside. He'd woken up early to check on the pregnant mare. Only he came back inside to find almost his entire family staying in the front hall, in their pyjamas, along with Y/N and Alfie. The latter of whom he didn't realise was up. If he'd known Alfie was awake, Tommy would have skipped the horse today. If only to insure Alfie didn't go rummaging around. On top of that, Alfie was shooting Finn a glare, hard enough to make Tommy shiver, not that he showed it. What his youngest brother had done to deserve that baffled him, but Tommy had some idea it had to do with the young woman grinning ear to ear.
"Well?"
"Oh! Morning Tommy! Have you met Alfie? He's my stepdad!"
Tommy's nose wrinkled slightly and his lips drew into a thin line. But his eyes went wide and his brows furrowed in confusion. That was probably the last thing he'd expected to hear that morning.
"What?"
This time it was John who spoke up from the top of the stairs, eager to see more drama.
"Yep Tom! This one here is the spawn of Alfie's soon to be missus! Isn't that something?"
Tommy looked at you, and then Alfie, and then you again, then Finn, and finally back to you. Not because he didn't like you, but because he remembered the past, Tommy glared at you lightly.
"Are you a fucking spy? Because I won't have you going around with Finn if you're going to be sharing everything to Alfie here. And you better tell the fucking truth."
Surprised and slightly scared by his change in tone, you took a step back. Despite his reputation, Tommy had always been nice to you, if not a bit reserved like he was with most people. So hearing his "boss" voice was a bit jarring. Annoyed by his tone towards you, Finn and Alfie both stepped forward, glaring at the man who had spoken. You stared in confusion at Tommy for a second, before shrugging and laughing like he'd told a joke.
"Spy? I'm not a spy. What are you talking about Tommy? That's a funny joke though. Y/N the spy.... na I'm a terrible liar. Can't keep a straight face for the life of me. But why would I spy on you for Alfie? He's got nothing to do with the races or any shipping company like you run. It wouldn't make sense for me to share all your plans with him."
Behind you, both Alfie and Finn were drawing lines across their necks with a hand. The universal symbol for "don't say a fucking thing, change the subject", but it may have already been too late. You had glanced behind yourself to see if Finn had liked your joke and noticed the cutting motions of the two men. Suddenly your eyes widened, and you started looking between Alfie and Tommy, and then Alfie and the rest of the Shelbys. It was like a light flipped in your head and internally, Alfie winced at what might occur. But once again you surprised all of them.
"Wait! Are y'all working together!!.... Oh y'all do know each other! Alfie why didn't you just stay that in the first place? I wouldn't have made you shake Finn's hand again. That's why you're here isn't it? Y'all have business together? Are ya partners?"
Alfie cleared his throat and prepared to tell you the inevitable. Sure, he knew he should tell you he was a semi retired gangster, but he was slightly worried when you learned, you wouldn't look at him the same way anymore. He was afraid you'd be a bit scared of him, and for all intents and purposes, Alfie didn't want his kid to be scared of him.
"Well, Shiny... yes we are working together. You see..."
"OHH I KNEW IT! Are you gonna start selling bread at the races? I think that would be a great idea!! Like alcohol is great, but it would be so nice to have a muffin or something too.... OH OH OH ... I know! Alfie you should sell your sugar rolls! Finn you have to try them they're so good....Alfie has this special apron he wears when making them."
Alfie groaned at the mention of the pink apron your mother had gotten him last holiday. You really were just revealing all his secrets weren't you? And he couldn't even wack you over the head like he'd do with anyone else.... Finn process your words and then stared grinning as big as you were. He loved it when you started to go off on a tangent. After all it was a brilliant idea too. Finn always got hungry during the races. He was always hungry in general, but the anticipation of what horse would win made him hungrier than usual.
"That is a good idea! I get hungry at those and they never have any snacks. Why don't we do that Tom?"
Tommy just furrowed his brows again, completely lost to what was going on. That was one thing he realised when he first met you. See Finn, when given the chance to speak, could jump from topic to topic within minutes and never seemed to go on a straight path. You did the exact same thing....but much much more. And while it was amusing to watch at times, it could get dizzying when you and your boyfriend went round and round in circles. And if they didn't stop it quick, this would be one of those times.... It was too early in the morning for that. So Tommy interrupted.ย 
"Yes! That's exactly what we're doing. That's why he's here. To make plans to sell bread at the races."
It was a lie of course, but even Tommy could respect Alfie's wish to tell you on his own time. Besides, it wasn't actually a bad idea. Alfie nodded his head in agreement like they hadn't planned on robbing a train last night.ย 
"Yep Shiny, you got us. I remembered you mentioning it once, and thought why not see if I could pitch the idea. Didn't know you'd be here though. Kinda ruins the surprise so just promise to act like you didn't know. Be as sightful as my half blind eye yeah?"
Laughing, your rolled your eyes at your stepfather's joke, before yawning into Finn's chest. The early morning hour was starting to get to you again. You really had only come to use the bathroom before noticing Alfie. Now you just wanted to get back in the warm bed for a bit longer.
"Deal, alright. I can keep my lips shut. But only if you also add the knot shaped chocolate pastries to the menu too! Those are my favourite."
Finn's stomach interrupted the conversation causing the both of you to laugh. Even the mention of food was enough to bring his appetite back. Turning to your boyfriend you hugged him again, revelling in the warmth you loved to burrow into. Standing on your toes, you reached up to whisper in his ear and he smiled softly before nodding back. You turned to the rest of the room and addressed Tommy.
"Welp this was nice, but can we go raid your pantry please? It's been at least seven hours since this one's eaten, so soon he'll start to shrivel up."
Good-naturedly, Tommy rolled his eyes, he knew it was Finn sneaking around the kitchen only three hours ago. He was the only one who closed up the bags of food he stole from by placing another bag over the messily folded edges when he couldn't get a knot tied in the dark again. Finn was also the only one who made peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, leaving the dirty knife and plate in the sink for the next morning.
"That's fine, you two can go off, Alfie and I here have to finish a few details for the deal."
Giving Alfie another quick hug, you and Finn headed off leaving the rest of the company in the main hall. His arm was around your shoulder and they could see you laughing at something Finn whispered in your ear. Alfie watched for a moment. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. At least you hadn't stated dating Sabini's nephew.ย  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the top of the stairs Arthur leaned over to John.
"Does this mean we can't slash his tires anymore?"
".....Eh probably."
"Fuck, was looking forward to that."
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Alfie Solomons - Night adventures
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I've been sick for week now with the worst stomach bug ever, and this has been on my mind for a few days! Welcome back Alfie to my blog!
Plot: Alfie doesn't come home from work and you worry something has happened, so you decided to go to the bakery.
Warning: Alfie's vocabulary is just saying fuck, really.
The streets were empty, too late for the common citizens and too early for the unfortunate first-shift workers. You had only found a beggar sleeping in a pile of boxes and two men trying to get home stumbling through the pavement. The silence, the darkness, would have been a good reason to turn back and worry about him under the covers, warm and safe. When a cat jumped from a window and landed on a car, you actually took a few steps back.
But Cyril stared at the menace until the animal hissed its way back to wherever it belonged.
Swallowed in one of Alfieโ€™s long coats, with his hat covering your face, you finished the thirty minutesโ€™ walk to the bakery. A faint light was coming from the top floor, and anyone would have thought bakers were starting their day early.
You knew it was your husband, Alfie, who hadnโ€™t finished his yet. There was a man posted on the back entrance, the one you always used when you came to see him unexpected. It was closer to his office, it was more discreet, and besides, you knew Ollie. He would be one less problem for you that night.
When the boy saw you approach him, his whole back tensed. His hand made it to the holster on his hip before he recognized Cyril and your soft smile, once you were close enough. The soft street light let you see his panicked stare.
โ€œWhat โ€“ Y/N, what the fuck are you doinโ€™ here?โ€ he quickly grabbed you by your arm and, checking both sides, pushed you inside the bakery. โ€œItโ€™s fuckinโ€™ two in the morninโ€™!โ€
โ€œI am aware of that, Ollie, since I also own a watchโ€ you told him, taking down your hat.
โ€œHow did you get โ€“ does he know youโ€™re here?โ€ Ollie, who had been almost asleep leaning against the door, was now growing agitated. โ€œYou didnโ€™ brinโ€™ a car. You walked?โ€
โ€œMe and Cyril, yeahโ€
The familiar warmth of the bakery felt good against your sore muscles. Not only you had half-jogged half-ran for thirty minutes, but the tension of the night and the worries for him had made the cold weather of November seep into your bones. You werenโ€™t about to let Ollie notice how glad you were to be finally somewhere safe, because that would only prove a point you were trying to avoid.
โ€œY/N, itโ€™s the middle of the nightโ€
โ€œSo it is for my husband, who was supposed to be home with me. But that big head must have forgotten his own watch at home, given heโ€™s still hereโ€
โ€œHeโ€™s not alone. Someone came to see him, and the meetinโ€™โ€ฆ yeah, it was longer than whaโ€™ he thoughtโ€
โ€œOi, whaโ€™ that noise โ€˜bout, yeah?โ€ a booming voice came from the floor above you, the door of his office banging open. โ€œDidnโ€™ I ask for silence?โ€
Alfie, in all his grumpy and broody glory, leaned against the railing and saw both of you. You werenโ€™t surprised to see he was still wearing his working clothes, a small, stained pinny wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking in different directions from being tugged at, and his face complemented his mood when he locked eyes with you.
Of course, Cyril tried to reach him and let his presence be known with loud barks. You passed his leash to Ollie and made your way up to your husbandโ€™s office. The metal stairs echoed under your shoes, and even if you kept your eyes on them, you felt his on you every second.
Far from being intimidated or angry, you felt your worries melting away. He usually came home before the sun set โ€“ had picked that tradition years ago once you were officially married and hadnโ€™t missed a day. But it had been a rough week for the both of you, and when he hadnโ€™t shown up, you had feared the worst. Patiently, you had waited and called his office. After not receiving an answer and not hearing the door, you had decided to check for yourself.
You werenโ€™t naรฏve enough to go alone, but since there wasnโ€™t anyone around to accompany you, Cyril had been your bodyguard for the night. Many things could have happened. Some of them you could imagine, some remember from past experiences because of his enemiesโ€™ retaliations. All of them were present in Alfieโ€™s eyes as you reached the top of the stairs and met him face to face.
โ€œHelloโ€
His nostrils flared and he pressed his lips in a tight line, but behind all of that there was just fear. You waited until he looked at every part of your body, from your soft smile to the hem of your skirt. One of your hands took his fist and didnโ€™t let go until he held it. Alfie didnโ€™t let his frown go as he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
โ€œArenโ€™ your supposโ€™ to be in bedโ€ he growled against your hand.
โ€œWith you, but you didnโ€™t come and I was worriedโ€ you explained, moving a step closer to him. โ€œCalled and no one answered. I didnโ€™t know ifโ€ฆ so I came to check. Brought Cyril with meโ€
โ€œStupid dog knows you ainโ€™t supposโ€™ to leaveโ€ Alfie looked down at Cyril, and his eyes softened. โ€œYou alrighโ€™, yeah? Nothinโ€™ happen?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m fine. Just tired. And worried about youโ€
โ€œCome โ€˜ereโ€
You fell into his arms and the remains of worry and tension left your body. He smelt like rum, bread and sweat, like home. You closed your eyes when his hand found the back of your head and pressed it against his shoulder. Later, you would probably have a long conversation about what you had done. Not only it had been reckless, but if you had been right, there wasnโ€™t much you could have done.
His life came with highs and downs, and you had been there enough to know them. That doesnโ€™t meant you had grown used to the feeling of not knowing if he was fine or not, if he was alive. When you hugged him closer, your arms around his middle, you let him know that you were glad.
Someone opened the door and you saw Tommy Shelby walking out of Alfieโ€™s office. You didnโ€™t like that man, neither did he like you, but you both respected each other enough. Eventually, their relationship would go south, either because of his or Alfieโ€™s biggest interest; and you just hoped it wouldnโ€™t go too south.
Alfie noticed his stare and turned around. Instinctively, you were covered by his huge back, not seeing anything but the sweaty locks at the back of his neck.
โ€œI believe we were in the middle of somethingโ€
โ€œAnd I believe itโ€™s time for my husband to come homeโ€ you said from behind Alfie, trying to move around. Effectively, Alfie moved with you.
โ€œYourโ€™ gonna โ€˜ave to excuse my wife, mate. Sheโ€™s right, ainโ€™t sheโ€ Alfie said. He gripped your hand again and made you stay in place.
When it came to you and the business, Alfie Solomons had always had it clear. You had walked into his life and turned everything around, and if needed to, he would leave it all behind if you asked to. You always came first, no matter what. He could come home late, share his matters with you and attend to political galas by your side, but if you asked something, he could not say no.
So he stared down at Tommy, who had been arguing for the past six hours. He had just showed up when he was about to close the bakery, and the bouquet of flowers he had bought you was now sad and forgotten in the storage room.
โ€œAlfieโ€ Tommy warned him. โ€œWe need to close the deal. Iโ€™m not about to risk half my percentage if you arenโ€™t willing to take the riskโ€
โ€œThe only risk Iโ€™m takinโ€™ tonigโ€™ is this lovely lady back โ€˜omeโ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t get to kick me out! I am โ€“โ€œ
Before Tommy could grow any more aggressive, he had Alfieโ€™s gun pressed tightly against his chin. The baker was a few inches shorter than him, but somehow, he stared down at Tommy, daring him to keep talking. The Shelby brother looked at you with your arms crossed, biting back his next words.
โ€œListen, now, cause I believe, thisยธ right, this is my fuckinโ€™ bakery. My fuckinโ€™ rum. Money. Business. And thatโ€™s my fuckinโ€™ wife yourโ€™ lookinโ€™ at, so unless you wanโ€™ to go โ€˜ome witโ€™ one less eye, Shelby, stop fuckinโ€™ lookinโ€™ at โ€˜erโ€
โ€œGet your fucking hands โ€“ โ€œ
โ€œShut the fuck up! You, barkinโ€™ orders, at me?! In my fuckinโ€™ work?!โ€ Alfie screamed into his face, making Tommy take a few steps back. When the man once more met your eyes with the same, disgusted face, Alfie struck him with the gun. โ€œAre you fuckinโ€™ deaf?! Donโ€™ look at her or Iโ€™ll rip your eyes out with my nails!โ€
Cyril barked as if he supported his ownerโ€™s words. You looked down and noticed Ollie was no longer alone. There were three other men, that had appeared out of thin air, at the bottom of the stairs. All of them looked ready to climb it in less than a second.
Not too far away, Tommyโ€™s men would be close. It wouldnโ€™t be the first time Alfie got into trouble because of you, or the last. His protectiveness was founded, but sometimes he went a little overboard. Tommy had looked at you many times before, and had been threatened each time he had done it.
Some part of you wondered if he was a sucker for Alfieโ€™s threats or was really looking for them to become true.
Before your night could escalate into bigger events, you moved behind Alfie and wrapped your hands around his raised arm. You had gone to the bakery to find out if Alfie was there, to retrieve him from his pile of work and hopefully catch a few hours of sleep by his side. After a long day of own work, you were tired and in need of some peace.
โ€œLetโ€™s just go homeโ€
Under your touch, Alfie relaxed and dropped the gun. He kept his eyes locked on Tommy and the man was smart enough to clean the blood of his lip and turn back. You guessed his men should be on the main entrance, and you were really thankful you had chosen the back one.
You watched him disappear. Watched, in silence, as the group of men that had surrounded you went back to their corners where you couldnโ€™t see them. Alfie didnโ€™t bother retrieving anything from his office, just closed the door and let you lead the way down the stairs.
Once you were down, he nodded to Ollie and the boy disappeared, carrying Cyril with him.
โ€œThat was dangerous, petโ€ he said, his voice soft. There was a rough, scared edge you had grown to notice through the years. โ€œYou, yeah, you canโ€™t jusโ€™ come โ€˜ere. You need to tell meโ€
โ€œI know, Alf. But I did call. And you always answer. I knew you had a meeting and since you didnโ€™t come home, I didnโ€™t know what to thinkโ€ you told him, not giving him. โ€œWhat if it was the other way? What if I didnโ€™t come home one night? Wouldnโ€™t you come looking for me too?โ€
โ€œIโ€™d burn down fuckinโ€™ Camden, luv, you know thaโ€™โ€
โ€œThen you canโ€™t get angry at me, not at this. I was careful, nothing happenedโ€
It hadnโ€™t happened, but it could. Not only Alfieโ€™s enemies. Night in Camden Town held more dangers than mobsters or gangs, ones that didnโ€™t know who you were married to and werenโ€™t afraid of your husband. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and you knew better.
It wasnโ€™t the time, though, and Alfie knew it.
โ€œAlrighโ€™, pet, alrighโ€™. Jusโ€™ try not to send me to an early gave, yeah?โ€
โ€œYou wonโ€™t get rid of me even in a grave, Alfie Solomonsโ€
His laugh echoed in the empty bakery. Alfie wrapped his coat closer to your body, not saying anything about your choices of clothes, and put his hat back into your head. Always the gentleman he opened the door for you and dragged you closer to his side.
You didnโ€™t take the path you had walked, but the opposite way. Ollieโ€™s car was waiting for you at the other end of the street, Cyril probably a looming threat in the backseat ready to tackle Alfie as soon as he opened the door. Finally in peace, you wrapped your arm around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
โ€œLove youโ€ you whispered, looking up at him.
โ€œYeah, luv you too, donโ€™ Iโ€
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Saga!! Youโ€™re baaaack!! Lovely to see you around these parts again hun ๐Ÿ˜˜ If youโ€™re in the writing mood, can I interest you in a little gif of our favourite Camden based reprobate as inspiration? ๐Ÿ˜‰ xxx
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Thank you love! Good to be back (and make my favourite Camden gangster talk nonsense in my fics ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ)
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โ€œAlfieโ€ฆโ€
โ€œThat is still a โ€˜noโ€™, luv, all right, and that is final.โ€
โ€œAlfie Solomons, I am your wife!โ€
โ€œPlayinโ€™ the wife card, are we, right, but two can play this game, sweetheart, yeah? Now, I ainโ€™t one to play dirty, right, and donโ€™t you roll those pretty eyes of yours at me, โ€˜cause I know what youโ€™re about to say next and the answerโ€™s still bloody โ€˜noโ€™!โ€
โ€œAlfie, I am begging youโ€ฆ!โ€
โ€œOh, now sheโ€™s begginโ€™, ainโ€™t she, isnโ€™t that a clever thing to do to your husband, right, makinโ€™ โ€˜im feel all sorts of notions just to win the argument, right, now listen to me, Mrs. Solomons, you women are a clever little breed, right, entirely overlooked and undervalued, yeah, I realise that, luv, anโ€™ I can see that โ€˜cause you yourself are exceptionally clever, my love, so much so that you went anโ€™ married a clever man, right, a trait that doesnโ€™t apply too often to my kindโ€ฆ There she goes and rolls her eyes again, bloody hell, come back here, woman!โ€
โ€œNo!โ€
โ€œCome back here at once, ya vexinโ€™ creature, anโ€™ no stompinโ€™ on the bloody stairs, youโ€™ll wake the dogs!โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t bring the dogs into this!โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll do as I damn well please in my own fuckinโ€™ house that I paid for!โ€
โ€œYou, Alfie Solomons, are unbelievable!โ€
โ€œThank you.โ€
โ€œThat wasnโ€™t a compliment and you know it!โ€
โ€œHush now, luv, letโ€™s not argue, right, โ€˜cause I can take no more of thisโ€“โ€
โ€œAlfie!โ€
โ€œRight, anโ€™ I can be the bigger person here, darlinโ€™, and to say I love anโ€™ cherish you more than life itself would be an understatementโ€“โ€
โ€œUnbelievable!โ€
โ€œSo I forgive ya.โ€
โ€œGo to hell!โ€
โ€œHow many times must I tell ya I already got the ticket done and paid for?!โ€
โ€œI swear on my brothers, Alfie, I will join you there, because Iโ€™ll bloody go and murder my own husband if his nonsense continues!โ€
โ€œRight! Fuck! Now that right there is just fuckinโ€™ brilliant, right, โ€˜cause your lovinโ€™ brother is what started the whole fuckinโ€™ thing!โ€
โ€œAlfie Solomons, you put on a clean shirt right this instance and accompany me to my brotherโ€™s wedding or I swear to God, Iโ€™ll gut ya with a butter knife!โ€
โ€œJohn bloody Shelby gets married at least every other October, what fuckinโ€™ difference does it make if I come or not?!โ€
โ€œYou take that back!โ€
โ€œWhy should I fuckinโ€™ take it back, right, if itโ€™s true?!โ€
โ€œA butter knife, Alfie Solomons, I swear to God!โ€
โ€œNaaah, but do ya promise, dearest?! โ€˜Cause itโ€™s a lovely set your Tommy got us for our anniversary, shame if it fuckinโ€™ goes to wasteโ€ฆ! What are ya laughinโ€™ about now?โ€
โ€œNothinโ€™โ€ฆ Oh God, Alfie, I bloody love you, you know that?โ€
โ€œThat a trick or somethinโ€™โ€ฆ?โ€
โ€œNo! I justโ€ฆ God, Tommy always said I took after Polly, I just never knew how muchโ€ฆ This is bloody ridiculous.โ€
โ€œRight, youโ€ฆ Right, stop laughinโ€™, woman, youโ€™re bloody ridiculous, stand stillโ€ฆ Now your lipstickโ€™s all over theโ€“ anโ€™ what was that for?โ€
โ€œI love you, Alfie Solomons.โ€
โ€œRight, now, I love ya too, alright, even though you Shelbys are all equally fuckinโ€™ crazy...โ€
โ€œYou knew what you married into.โ€
โ€œThat I bloody did.โ€
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Hi! Just wanted to say I love your writing and was wondering if I could request "overstimulation + praise kink" with Alfie Solomons from Peaky Blinders please? No pressure though and thank you!!
Thank you so much!! I love Alfie <333
Warnings: contains Overstimulation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, praise kink
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x fem!reader
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โ€œThereโ€™s a good girl,โ€
Alfieโ€™s voice was low and gruff as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt, this time with his thick calloused fingers pumping deliciously in and out.
Your back arched, pushing your naked breasts against him, and you whimpered as your erect nipples grazed against his clothed chest. Eyes rolling back, your mouth went slack as slurred curses and groans of his name tumbled out in a muddled moan.
Alfie continued his ministrations, nosing at your neck and grazing his teeth against your throat, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. โ€œDoing so well, pet,โ€ he murmured, sucking a mark into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. โ€œSuch a good, good fucking girl for me,โ€
As his thumb reached up to circle your clit, your legs clamped around his hand, squeezing his wrist as you rocked into his touch. White-hot pleasure seared painfully through every fibre of your being, but you werenโ€™t willing to throw in the towel just yet. You could feel your own wetness smeared on your neck and chest, transferred from Alfieโ€™s beard to your skin once he emerged from between your legs. He had drawn out several releases just from his tongue, and now he had moved onto using his fingers to tease you open, swirling your slick and his saliva around your sensitive pussy until you shook over and over with pleasure.
โ€œThink youโ€™re ready for my cock?โ€
It was a stupid question; of course you were ready for his cock, and you had been for the best part of two hours. You had even begged for itโ€ฆ about four orgasms ago. โ€œPlease,โ€ you whispered again. โ€œPlease, need it, Alf, please!โ€
โ€œSo pretty when you beg, darlinโ€™,โ€ he told you, kneeling between your thighs and shucking off his shirt, before tugging himself from his pants. You groaned at the sight of his heavy cock, pushing your hips up towards him. He smirked, holding the base in his fist as he lined up with your entrance, running the tip up and down your wet slit. โ€œGonna be a good girl and milk my cock?โ€
When you nodded eagerly, he grinned, pushing forward, stretching you out in a way his fingers never could. โ€œFuckโ€ฆ good girl, YN, loveโ€ฆ take my cock so well, you do,โ€ You moaned, already trying to rock your hips up and down, eager for him to ruin your overstimulated cunt. โ€œMy good little pet, drunk on my cock,โ€ he grunted, starting to snap his hips against yours.
It only took a few thrusts before your overworked pussy was spasming uncontrollably around him, and he held onto your thighs, holding you close to him to keep his cock inside you. โ€œFuckโ€ฆ good girl,โ€ he praised, and smirked as you tried to wriggle away. โ€œBut Iโ€™m not done with this perfect cunt just yet,โ€
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Hello madam.
7.ย  โ€œOh my god, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve ever come so hard!โ€
With our feral Alfie of course.
๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ
Can do, love!
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Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
To have him rucked deep inside you, while the morning is still lazy, quiet, and still, is the greatest of pleasures. Only the sound of rain softly pattering against the windowpanes is audible above the soft moans, Alfie's occasional deep, lustful rumble adding bass tones, his mouth gliding up your neck in slow exploration.
You cry out, and his kisses suck the breath from you, the tempo slow and rolling, no urgency, nothing fervid. It's like this with him more often than one would expect, the want and need for each other an unhurried chartering into the languidly erotic.
His big body fucks you deep into the mattress, the repeated grinding against your clit making sparks skitter, your hands clasping at the wide planes of his mountainous back, tits heaving beneath the crush of his thick chest. Taking your wrists, he pins your arms, sinking into you deeper, teeth grazing a spot on your neck that evokes the most blissful of glimmers.
It's rolling through you, gaining momentum as the rush hits hard, knocking you sideways, your flutters milking his cock until it jerks and floods you with cum, leaving you as mindless as you are breathless.
"Fucking hell," you pant, finally opening your eyes to see him smirking above you, soft kisses peppering your cheeks as his hands glide down your arms, releasing where he's had them pinned above your head. โ€œOh my god, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve ever come so hard!โ€
He rumbles a chuckle, teeth nipping your jaw. "You always say that, until the next time, innit?"
You suppose he makes a valid point.
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muneca-lemon-steppa ยท 28 days
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Alfie noticing that guys who are way younger than him (like Michael? John?) having a thing for reader, who is close to age to these young gentlemen but has only eyes for ol' man Alfie? Thoughts?
Near Deadly Sin
Alfie Solomons x F!Reader; fluff
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AN: IM BAAAAACCCCKKK hello my loves itโ€™s taking me forever to write again but Iโ€™m glad to be back. I miss you all and hope you all are doing well!!! MUAH - Mo
No. No this acidic flame burning between his ribs is not jealousy.
Not at all.
The embers stoked in his chest. The flames licking up his neck and around his ears. These are normalโ€ฆ manlyโ€ฆ sensible reactions.
Alfie had been invited for โ€˜drinksโ€™ with the Shelbys. He had refused adamantly, and was only coerced upon your promise to accompany him and to never. leave. his. sight. As if you would ever be far from him or out of his thunderous gaze. But as he is sitting across from Thomas and Arthur and Polly, he is regretting ever bringing you near this nonsense. This den of wolves and snakes. The murmurs of Thomas faded like the crackle of a radio as he focused in on John Shelbyโ€™s lustful gaze over you. With every sweep of his young and unbridled eyes and suck of his teeth, Alfie became more and more enraged. Not that you noticed. You didnโ€™t notice Johnโ€™s roving eyes or the quickening pulse of your husband next to you. You were content sipping the tea Polly served, making quiet conversation with Ada in the corner, holding a babbling Karl.
Alfie knew there was supposed to be a deal or something tonight. Or maybe an update on a job. Or something. It didnโ€™t matter. Fuck the business. Fuck the Shelbys. Fuck John Shelby. Fuck it all. Standing quickly, pushing through the screaming pain of his back, Alfie grunts, โ€œDarling get your coat. Weโ€™re done here.โ€
Your head spun, โ€œMeyn Likht?โ€
โ€œUp. Coat. Now. Cyril needs us.โ€
You press your lips in a firm line. Holding back your tongue from lashing at him for his impromptu exit. You knew what he actually meant. Thinking of Cyril was his code for indicating murderous intent that needed to be snuffed out immediately. You watch Alfie as you slip on your coat, going to Thomas to whisper something just out of your reach. Had you heard him, you would have heard the volcanic timber of his voice promise, โ€œYou control that little brother of yours Tommy yeah? Itโ€™s against holy law to look at another manโ€™s wife like he been doing. Will have to go back to Mosaic law if he donโ€™t shape up.โ€
With heavy stomps he approaches John, who is trying yet failing to keep a stone expression. โ€œYou keep them eyes to yourself little boy. Or someone may just take โ€˜em from you.โ€
โ€œDarling? Cyril needs to be let out and will not wait for you!โ€
With a firm pat on the cheek Alfie turned away, gripping your waist firmly, hand as hot as a brand on the skin under your dress.
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Itโ€™s late now, Alfie is fuming under the crisp sheets and thick quilts layered living on the soft bed. Heโ€™s pretending to read. Putting on his glasses and taking them back off again to stare at the ceiling. You emerge from the bathroom, face flush from the hot water, and hair pulled away from your bare shoulders. Arms crossed across your chest, you sit on Alfieโ€™s side of the bed, โ€œYou want to talk about it like a grown up now?โ€
He huffs and shifts lower into the bed, as if to hide from you. With a shrug you walk back to your side, shuffling your sock feet across. You crawl back in bed, back to Alfie to let him fume. It was better than fighting with him to get him to share his feelings.
โ€œHe was looking at you.โ€
โ€œWell Karl is a baby darling.โ€
โ€œNot Karl! John fucking Shelby! Little bastard was undressing you with his eyes! And you said nothing!โ€
Ahโ€ฆ there it was.
You let yourself sit up to look at your husbandโ€™s face. Folded up into himself, glasses precariously balanced on his nose, cheeks ruddy from rage. Jealousy was his greatest sin and vice. Bigger than rage. Bigger than his love of rum. He was an only child and as such he grew into a man who did not like to share. Not even your image. You curled up next to him, like a cat preening for attention. โ€œMeyn Likhtโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t even see him. You shouldnโ€™t be jealous of a figure of vapor.โ€
โ€œWhat you donโ€™t notice theโ€ฆ the young men just staring at you? Gapped mouths like dead fish?โ€
โ€œThose children?โ€ You hum, gently kissing his scruffy jaw and temple.
โ€œThoseโ€ฆ men closer in ageโ€ฆ to you.โ€
With that you crawl into his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders. โ€œDarlingโ€ฆ what could I do with those men? Iโ€™d break them.โ€
โ€œBreak them?โ€ He chuckles, gripping you tighter.
โ€œTheyโ€™re too soft. Too pretty. No. I like my menโ€ฆ rougherโ€ฆ more sturdyโ€ฆ someone who can stand strong and not worry about their pretty face getting dirty. I like my old man.โ€
โ€œDo you now?โ€
โ€œLove him even. Deliriously in love with him. Couldnโ€™t live without him.โ€
Before you could take another breath, he was on you, kissing all over your face, tickling you with his rough beard and mustache. โ€œGood Lord woman you make me feel 20 again.โ€
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I sat around a table at the Garrison with the Shelby family chatting, playing poker, and drinking. Well, everyone was drinking except for Arthur. Arthur had his nightly cut off. Noticing my glass was empty, I set down my cards and poured myself more whiskey.
โ€œYou know, I never asked where you got this, Tommy.โ€ I say, taking a drink from my now full glass.ย 
โ€œSolomons. It was a gift for coming to a deal with him.โ€
โ€œSolomons as in Alfie Solomons.โ€
โ€œYeah, why?โ€
โ€œNothing. I just didnโ€™t realize you knew him.โ€ย 
โ€œHow do you know him?โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m banging him.โ€ Tommy chokes on his drink, John spits his drink out on Arthur, and Polly laughs, giving me a pat on my back.ย 
"For fuck's sakes John." Arthur says raising his voice, pushing his chair back before stomping off to the bathroom before anyone can say anything.
โ€œWhAt?โ€ Tommy lets out.
โ€œIโ€™m banging him. You know fucking him.โ€
โ€œDAMN.โ€ John says loudly. Polly gives him a look, and he quickly follows by saying,
โ€œSorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud, but damn.โ€
โ€œIt's ok, John. I guess it's not every day that you hear someone that's practical family is fucking the King of Camden.โ€
โ€œYou know Y/n I want to ask how you manage to get yourself in that situation, but I don't want to know.โ€
โ€œIt's better if none of you do know, Tommy. But just so you guys know, it was a crazy situation to say the least.โ€
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Angel of Birmingham ~ Alfie Solomons x Reader
Summary: Before he meets Tommy Shelby, Alfie gets the pleasant surprise of encountering the lovely Angel of Britain, and from then on, he swears to always protect her from all the dangers of the world.
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If she were to ask herself who was the first to call her that - That undeserving nickname - Sheโ€™d have to guess it might have been Arthur. He always had a way with words without realizing, and it all happened when they were children... More or less, considering she is closer to Johnโ€™s age than his, and she would patch him up after fights and whatever marks ofย โ€˜good behaviourโ€™ he got from playing around.
Seeing how great she was at taking care of him and his brothers, Aunt Polly suggested she tries to become a nurse or something. She saw potential in the little girl. Intelligent, charming, beautiful and pretty damn innocent. She shouldnโ€™t stay too close to their dark side, it may taint her, and neither of the Shelbies wanted to see her upset. She was too much of a ray of sunshine and they desperately clinged to her and her kindness.
In the bleak midwinter.
But the girl was also highly ambitious and she didnโ€™t want to settle with being a simple nurse - No, she wanted more. More and more and more. She was smart, she was greedy and she was a conqueror.
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
Until they received a beating sister with death and they suddenly opened their eyes towards the Godly truth in front of them.
She was going to become the only surgeon in Birmingham and she will succeed without a doubt, despite her young age.
The Shelbies already had connections with some important people so it was easier to deal with uncooperative people who dismissed her for being a woman and didnโ€™t even look at her amazing knowledge and skills.
For a while, she had to be away and work in the Londonโ€™s hospital as she studied medicine, despite her very young age. She hated being alone from her family and her second family, as she always called the Shelbies, but despite her timid personality, she still made some pretty good friends, albeit with the nurses, as most of the girls didnโ€™t have the right connections and the money to bribe their way so high-up the medical field.
For now, that is. Y/N wanted to change the world. She aimed high and jumped higher. With the right money and influence, things will change. She was sure about that.
It was all going splendid for her, until the First World War began and her three Shelby brothers were enrolled - She was desperate to keep them home, but she knew she couldnโ€™t.
So the next best thing was to go with them.
She was a doctor and they needed war doctors to take care of the wounded, so of course, she was accepted without a second thought.
She had to go to Verdun and to Somme, and she had to see so many people being brutally taken away from life - Bombs, gunshots, wails of anguish and despair, fear, cries, agony and shivers.
If Y/N could describe war with a single word, it would be simplyย โ€˜Hellโ€™.ย 
There was no better word to describe it, without a doubt, and an angel in hell always gets her wings burnt horrifically painfully.
She prayed day and night for her three brothers to be alive and well by the end of all this, at least physically, since mentally, she knows neither of them will be the same, thatโ€™s for sure.
And this hell went on for four agonizing years that went by, day after day, at an alarmingly lethargic pace, as if time and space were enclosed into a continuous loop of no return, a dark void from which they will never return.
But they did.
And when they did, they were welcomed with hugs and kisses and lots of love from their families...
Yet they reciprocated with a dead look in their eyes.
They died in War, and this was just a second attempt at living, like a dead man roaming the world again.
The worst that happened was Tommy getting shot during his tunneling, but Y/N made sure he would be treated properly, and yet, there was one thing she couldnโ€™t do, no matter how perfect her healing skills were, and that is to erase their mental and emotional pain and all the nightmares and PTSD they had to suffer from.
She tried to stay strong for them, to smile and be radiant as before, to try to take away some of their unseen pain, to talk to them, to sooth them... God knows they needed it.ย 
She would crawl in Tommyโ€™s bed at forsaken hours and hold him tightly whenever heโ€™d wake up screaming in fear, afraid that the shovels will breach through the walls and heโ€™d get shot again, and sheโ€™d talk to him, reassure him and tell him heโ€™s not there anymore and nothing will get to him again, she will protect him from any danger, and her wings were there to shield him.
She would leap out and hug Arthur from behind, dragging him away from murdering or fatally beating more men who looked at him the wrong way, so he wouldnโ€™t lose control of his mind and body again, and she will shoo everyone away while she holds him and lets him cry out his fear and stress and pain.
And John... Poor John... Ever after being home, he was still in a state of shock, and he was so confused, and would look down at his hands, trying to wash them so much that he got burns and irritation, only to get rid of the ocean of blood that he created by killing hundreds of men, and witnessing a thousand more.
And yet...
There was nobody there for her.
Nobody to hold her down whenever she wanted to lash out into hysterics and tear everyone apart limb from limb. There was nobody there to reassure her that she didnโ€™t fail anyone for not managing to save the man split in ten pieces after falling prey to a bomb. That there was nothing wrong with taking lives as long as you protect your own. There was nobody to reassure her during a nightmare or embrace her protectively whenever sheโ€™d flinch, jump or panic from the louder noises or frequent gunshots all over Birmingham.
She needed a change. She was going further down and down, spiraling into the horrible abyss that the bottomless pits of anguish and torment she was succumbing to, and she knew that, no matter how much sheโ€™d smile and sayย โ€˜Iโ€™m alrightโ€™, sheโ€™d only drown deeper into her darkest despair.
And thatโ€™s how she chose to cope with all her pain. Work herself into exhaustion, study, practice, work, learn - Do anything but sleep or stay idle - As long as her mind was preoccupied with different things, there was no way sheโ€™d recognize her downwards descend into hell.
Thus, with continuous work, gunshot threatenings and more influence and bribes, she managed to become the Head of the Birmingham hospital, as the only capable surgeon in the city.
But now that she achieved this, she needed something new. She couldnโ€™t fall into platitude, or sheโ€™d go insane. She constantly needed stimulation, because if she relaxes, even by a little, she will remember she is a human being with human emotions and thatโ€™s when shit will hit the fan hard, and she was afraid that was the point of no return.
So she extended her influence in London, went to conferences, met new people and ironically, the big hospital was close to The Angel and Camden Town and she became sort of an administrator - section chief around, so she could organize every patient and treatment the way she wanted. Everyone reported to her.
She was Britainโ€™s Angel.
Things were going very well for her, she got a lot of money, people loved her, she was neutral with all the gangsters, mafia, police and every normal peasant or royalty - Healing did not discriminate against any social criteria made by the higher ups - And she had a very lovely, small house and a beautiful flower garden, a lovely maid who helped her keep things tidy, a decent carย ( although she preferred walking )ย and a few dogs to keep her company.
Another day, another struggle to keep on going. Y/N got up, drank her morning tea in peace while listening to the gramophone. She combed her long hair, letting it cascade down her back, completely disregarding the fashion of the Roaringย โ€˜20s, and went to look at her wardrobe. She chose a black turtleneck thin blouse with high-waisted black pants, a pair of leather boots, some accessories and an elegant trench coat which she wore over her shoulders. It was Spring, so it wasnโ€™t truly cold enough to dress warmly, but not hot enough to wear a sundress either.
The most peculiar thing happened while walking to the hospital - She heard a groan of pain from a dark alley and going to investigate, she saw a fair haired man whose white shirt was stained with red.
โ€œIs it yours?โ€ย the woman asked him as she carefully stepped in front of him, completely disregarding the two dead bodies from the ground.
โ€œSome oโ€™ it. Most oโ€™ it is theirs, poor fellas.โ€ย he tilted his head to the side left and right, almost comically.
โ€œFairs. Letโ€™s get you to the hospital, Iโ€™ll treat your wound. Free of charge, of course. Let the state pay for something for once.โ€ย she chuckled lightly, extending her hand for him to take - To accept her proposal.
โ€œWho are you, Miss? I donโ€™t recall ever seeinโ€™ youย โ€˜round. A new nurse from the hospital?โ€ย he asked as he almost skeptically stepped by her side, following her.
โ€œOh, yes, of course, Iโ€™m sorry, I forgot my manners. I am Y/N... Iโ€™m sort of the head of the hospital nearby. And, uh... Iโ€™m a surgeon.โ€ย she grinned at him serenely, almost as if to defy and shock him by his previous assumptions.
โ€œA woman doctor, aye? Now that... Thatโ€™s top. Howโ€™d ya do that? I thought they didnโ€™t accept women at Universityย โ€˜n such.โ€ย despite his words, he seemed genuinely interested and wasnโ€™t mocking her.
โ€œWell... Yes, not wrong. And I want to change that. Hmm, how do I explain this without scaring you away... Iโ€™m a pretty smart cookie I guess!โ€ย her laugh was crystalline and lovely, and if werenโ€™t for the pain from the bullet he took, he would have laughed as well rather mirthfully.
โ€œThat you are, lass, Iโ€™m sure.โ€ย he grunted as he nodded, a bit robotically.
โ€œAh, weโ€™ve arrived. Before we go in, are you from a mafia gang or something? Some social... Political... Something? Itโ€™s not that I care, but I have to put people in different wings for their own good, you know?โ€ย she chuckled awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers a bit.
โ€œIโ€™m not sure I understand, lass.โ€ย he raised his eyebrow, analyzing the soft-spoken woman, trying to understand her intentions, whether they were good or bad.
โ€œWell... My hospital accept everyone, you know? But at the same time I donโ€™t think most people want to be rooming with coppers. Or... I know there are some gang wars around... Italians and Jews I think, or something like that. To put some Sabinis and some from Solomonsโ€™ gang in the same room, I not only fear for their lives, but also for the good of the rest of the patients and my hospital, you get me? Thatโ€™s why I at least have to ask. Who knows, maybe I have some of your peers around for you and you can chat and feel better together.โ€ย she shrugged at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable being stared like that by him.
โ€œAlright, alright, I get it, lass. Letโ€™s go to the Jews, right? Yโ€™got some oโ€™ those, donโ€™t ya?โ€ย he asked, following her as he watched her smile and greet sweetly every person she was walking past.
โ€œOh yes, of course. Yesterday came a boy called Oliver... Oh, I mean Ollie. He gets upset when I call him by his full name. And thereโ€™s this one called David. They said they work for Alfie Solomons, so I put their occupations as bakers. Would you like me to do the same for you as well?โ€ย she asked as she hurried inside the room and asked where he would like to stay, and thus preparing the bed.
โ€œYe even got flowersย โ€˜roundย โ€˜ere. This looks more like a home than a hospital if yโ€™ask me.โ€ย he chuckled softly as he let himself fall down on the bed, taking off his shoes.
โ€œOh, yes! Studies show that if patients feel welcomed and are well taken care of, they have higher chances of recovering at a much faster pace. I wanted to test this theory, so I made a contract with the flower shop down town to always bring me flowers. Isnโ€™t that lovely?โ€ย she smiled sweetly at him, which rendered the man speechless and in awe.
โ€œBoss, what happened?!โ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝsuddenly, Ollieโ€™s worried voice resounded through the room as he leapt from his bed, by the mysterious manโ€™s side.
โ€œJust some dead fish, donโ€™t you worry, lad.โ€ย he downplayed his injury as the woman watched the wholesome exchange between those two.
โ€œOliver - Uh... Ollie, I mean, forgive me. I have to extract the bullet from Mr. Solomonsโ€™ body. I will have to ask you to please not worry, I promise to save him, okay?โ€ย why was this woman so sweet with everyone? Was that how a doctor should be? Or was she just some exemplary woman?
โ€œ...Alright, miss...โ€ย the boy muttered, dejected as he watched the woman leave the room, no doubt to get the right equipment for the extraction.
โ€œHonestly, lad, you worry like some maiden. Let the girl doย โ€˜er job.โ€ย the Jewish boss chuckled reassuringly at the tall brunet boy.
โ€œSheโ€™s no girl, Mr. Solomons. Sheโ€™s Britainโ€™s Angel. Havenโ€™t you heard oโ€™ her?โ€ย Ollie went to sit on the bossโ€™s bed, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
โ€œThatโ€™sย โ€˜er? Really?โ€ย Alfieโ€™s eyes widened in surprise, but he quite understood now why she earned the reputation.
โ€œAye! She grew up with the Peaky Blinders and their influence and bribes got her into University, but sheโ€™s like super smart! Iย โ€˜eard they call her Angel or somethinโ€™, especially after her services in the War. Can you believe that?! A woman voluntarily enrolling into war?! Thatโ€™s insane, whoโ€™d want a free ticket to hell?!โ€ย Ollieโ€™s voice became a bit higher as he gossiped with his boss.
โ€œSomeone who wants to protect her family.โ€ย a feminine chuckle broke the conversation as the two Jews snapped their heads towards the entrance, seeing her casually leaning back on the wall, looking at them with an amused expression, mock-reprimanding.ย โ€œDonโ€™t you know itโ€™s not nice to gossip?โ€
โ€œSorry, lass. This one has quite the chatter mouth to him!ย โ€˜e just canโ€™t seem to ever shut it!โ€ย his over the top gesticulation, among with Ollieโ€™s shocked expression made the girl hide her mouth to laugh as she shook her head and pushed the tray with the needed instruments to Alfieโ€™s bed.
โ€œTrue. If he didnโ€™t call you Boss, I wouldnโ€™t have known who you were, Mr. Solomons. Now, I would have to ask you to let me unbutton your shirt so I can begin the procedure. It wonโ€™t last long, and with the local anaesthesia, you wonโ€™t even feel a thing... For the most part, at least.โ€ย she chuckled awkwardly as she sat down on his bed, smiling calmly at him.
โ€œNah, lass, no fancy ana-thingy, I want none o' that. Ainโ€™t gonna get some drugs to put me down. Iโ€™ve been through this before in war, right, and ya didnโ€™t have anaesthesia in war either, so thatโ€™s that.โ€ย as he said those things, he immediately noticed the smile disappearing from her face as a dark look flashed before her eyes that used to sparkle with fake happiness.
โ€œItโ€™s local anaesthesia, it wonโ€™t make you sleep. Besides, I used cocaine in war. It still works. Donโ€™t be like that, Alfie. Please.โ€ย she seemed to almost desperately want to use that numbing solution for some reason.
โ€œWhy do you insist on going against your patientโ€™s wishes, miss doctor?โ€ย he challenged her, narrowing her eyes, as if he was trying to peer into her mind.
โ€œI canโ€™t stand peopleโ€™s raw cries. You heard Ollie. Iโ€™ve been to war, but a part of me never returned home. If I can do something to absolve the pain from someone, Iโ€™m gonna do it, whether they like it or not.โ€ย her dark voice seemed to make a complete 180 from the sweet one from earlier.
โ€œDo you do the same with coppers too, lass?โ€ย his light question, as he unbuttoned his shirt, came as a begrudged agreement to her proposition.
โ€œNah. I just hit them over the head with a bottle of alcohol. Works every time.โ€ย her devious, vague smirk made him wonder whether what she was saying was true or not.
โ€œNow that -- I really wanna see that, right. Wouldโ€™ya call me next time you gotta do that?โ€ย Alfie chuckled as he attentively watched her gently wipe the blood from his skin.
โ€œItโ€™s usually a spontaneous decision, really. I get impulsive too, sometimes, you know? Iโ€™m not perfect. But, should the time come, I suppose it wouldnโ€™t hurt to have an audience that would be pleasantly surprised by my act of aggression.โ€ย she smiled softly as she carefully administrated the novocain around the area where he got the bullet.
โ€œSo whereโ€™d ya serve?โ€ย he asked, as the girl encouraged him to talk and get his mind away from the procedure.
โ€œSomme and Verdun. I asked to be deployed as close as possible to the Shelbies... Iโ€™m sure you got that by what Ollie just told you. Yโ€™know, the tunnels Tommy dug and all that? Wasnโ€™t fun. And you, Alfie? ... Ah, actually, forgive me, I shouldnโ€™t address you so casually without asking for your permission, I got ahead of myself. You can call me by my first name too. I prefer it that way, kinda. Itโ€™s more casual and light-hearted.โ€ย she chuckled awkwardly - Alfie realized she wasnโ€™t the best at social interactions. He wondered if this was just how she was, or it was a post-war effect.
โ€œNo, sโ€™all right, ya can call me Alfie, no problem. I was a Captain in war, right, I was a Captain and I led tons of lads to their death, yeah, but we killed more than we got killed, so thatโ€™s that, I guess. Meddled with gasโ€™nโ€™bombsโ€™n shit like that.โ€ Despite trying to keep things light hearted, he noticed the upset look on her face.
โ€œAs long as youโ€™re alive, anything is justified.โ€ She muttered, more to herself than to him as she started poking the area under anaesthesia to see if it got numbed down properly.
โ€œOi, lass, how about I tell you a story, aye? โ€˜S pretty funny, I reckon.โ€ He suggested, seeing as she smiled softly and nodded at him, putting on her gloves, ready to extract the bullet old-school.
โ€œSure, Alfie, Iโ€™d love that.โ€ She gave him a quick look as he fingers dug inside his wound, making him flinch.
โ€œSo, this happened during war, right. My regiment had some nasty Italians around, and they pissed me off so fucking much, yeah. Well, I tell ya, I once carried my own personal form of stigmata on an Italian.โ€ He used one of his hands to gesticulate wildly, as if to keep her engaged in the story whilst he grunted from the discomfort and pain he felt as she rummaged inside his wound.
โ€œOhh, the Italians. This is going to be a very good story, Iโ€™m sure. What did you do?โ€ her smile widened slightly as she felt the bullet shards and started extracting them one by one, putting them on a napkin until they all formed a complete bullet.
โ€œListen, Y/N. Listen, right. I pulled his face up against the train and shoved a 6 inch nail up his fucking nose and I hammered it on with a duct board, aye.โ€ As he told his story, Y/N had to turn around and slouch a bit, unable to contain her laughter.
โ€œOh my God, Alfie, that was horrible!โ€ but despite the words used, she just laughter harder.
โ€œIt was fucking biblical, lass, I tell ya!โ€ his voice went a bit higher, as he started chuckling as well.
โ€œOkay, okay, say that again, but this time slower. I-I want to imagine โ€“ To, to get a better image of this in my head. โ€œ no matter how much she tried to hide her laugh, she couldnโ€™t, which only fueled his wish to amuse her.
โ€œSo, this fucking margherita bastard came to me and started throwing around those cross fingered hands back and forth like he wanted thโ€™ gouge my eyes out oโ€™ somethinโ€™. Just! Like! this!โ€ Alfie started aggressively mimicking the Italian hand gestures as the girl had to put down the needle and thread from shaking so much.
โ€œG-Go on!โ€ she encouraged him quickly.
โ€œYeah, so, listen, I grabbed him by the fucking head, yeah, and I saw this bigass nail, like this big, and shoved it up his nose, yโ€™know, like the fuckinโ€™ Egyptians hooked the brain out through the nose, right, with the mummies and shit.โ€ He had no idea why, but he really enjoyed making her laugh like this.
โ€œI think Iโ€™m getting a nose bleed just by imagining this!โ€ she covered her face entirely as she swung left and right from laughing so hard.
โ€œHeโ€™s leaning back on the train now, yeah, and heโ€™s hazy like heโ€™s fuckinโ€™ high on pepperoni or some shit, and I see this board just layinโ€™ there on thโ€™ ground, innocently, begging to be used somehow. So I pick it up nicely, yeah, I pick it up and SLAM it into his face. Once. Twice. Thrice. More. Dunno how many times, until I canโ€™t see the nail anymoreโ€ฆ But I guess, by then, he didnโ€™t really have much of a face anymore, kinda just became a jam pancake or somethinโ€™.โ€ The girl needed a few minutes of laughter to calm down and wipe her eyes from laughing so hard.
โ€œOh, Alfie, I havenโ€™t laughed so hard in my entire life. That was wonderful. I-I have no words. I canโ€™tโ€ฆ I canโ€™tโ€ฆ Okay, Iโ€™m good now, Iโ€™m good. But donโ€™t say more stories, I wonโ€™t be able to sew up your wound if I laugh like that again.โ€ She grinned at him, grabbing the needle and thread.
โ€œFine, lass, fine, I wonโ€™t say more stories today. How about you say one, then?โ€ the Jew leader smirked at her with amusement.
โ€œO-Oh, uhmโ€ฆ I-Iโ€™m not exactly the funniest person in the world, you know. Actually, Iโ€™m not even sure I know what to say. Iโ€™m a horrible conversation maker.โ€ She chuckled nervously, as she continued to make knots and stitch the wound.
โ€œDoesnโ€™t matter, anything works, really! I just wanna hear an angel speak.โ€ Mr. Solomons was truly an amiable one.
โ€œWell, alright then, let me think. So, I think youโ€™ve heard already of the Peaky Blinders and how there are quite a few Shelby siblings, yes? Well, they used to have a baby cousin, before he was taken away by some nasty coppers and put in foster care. I was also pretty young back then, but I remember Arthur used to throw baby Michael out of the window repeatedly for either John or me to catch. Mind you, it wasnโ€™t the ground floor.โ€ She chuckled lightly, remembering the stupid kid things they used to do before the war, when life was so simple.
โ€œReally, now?! Poor lad, mustโ€™ve grown up with some serious height fear!โ€ Alfie barked a laugh.
โ€œThatโ€™s one thing. John put him in a shoe box and kicked him down Watery Lane. Sometimes when cars were passing by too. It was insane, really, growing up with them. But it was fun. If you ignore the copious amount of times we got in trouble and almost died.โ€ย  She mused, finishing the procedure and applying some marigold ointment before bandaging the wound properly.
โ€œThanks, lass, that was quite the experience. Well, Iโ€™ll be off then, I wonโ€™t bother you anymore, yeah.โ€ He said, trying to get up, only to quickly get pushed down on the bed.
โ€œNo! You need to rest and get better, as well as that, you canโ€™t do effort or brusk movements or you risk breaking the stitches.โ€ She explained as he saw worry in her eyes.
โ€œLetโ€™s compromise, alright lass? Iโ€™m these guysโ€™ leader, yeah, Iโ€™m the leader, so I canโ€™t stay here, I โ€˜ave to go homeโ€™n all that. But I promise you Iโ€™ll take it easy and only do office work, yeah, that good? And to thank ya, Iโ€™ll even call you by the bakery, howโ€™s that? Nice and warm fresh cookies? Howโ€™s that sound?โ€ he asked, as he saw the girl clasp her hands together to her chest.
โ€œWellโ€ฆ Alright then, I canโ€™t really refuse you. But please do be careful. At least let me walk you home or something, I donโ€™t think anyone will attack you if Iโ€™m around.โ€ย  She muttered, still worried.
โ€œOi, lass, I am the gentleman here, right, I am, so I should offer to walk you home, not the other way around, aye. Let me walk ya home and tomorrow Iโ€™ll come by with cookies.โ€ as he got up, he was ready to button up his messy shirt, but the girl stopped him.
โ€œAlright, Alfie, you win. Let me find you a new shirt, Iโ€™m sure we have some around. Before I leave, I have to check up on one of Sabiniโ€™s men. It will be pretty short, but I still have to make sure heโ€™s alive and kicking.โ€ The girl offered him a smile as she rushed out to find him a new blouse.
Much to his surprise, she returned rather quickly, even dressed in her normal attire, as when she first came by, and they were ready to leave that wing. However, as soon as they exited the room, the girl was pinned to the wall by none other than Mr. Sabini himself. Alfie was ready to react and throw him off her, but a stopping signal from her did the trick, albeit, he was still confused.
โ€œMr. Sabini. How many times must I remind you not to greet me in this inappropriate way? I lost count after twenty.โ€ she smiled sarcastically at him as she roughly pushed him off.
โ€œI simply cannot help myself around una fiore cosi bello! You have to understand me, mio angelo, it is your fault for being so beautiful. And how many times have I told you to call me my by name, bella?โ€ The sleazy Italian smirked perverted at her.
โ€œIt is inappropriate to display such behaviour with your patients, as well as that, I do not feel comfortable addressing you in any way but the formal one. I will also have to ask you, again, not to use compliments with me, I will not, under any circumstance, accept your courting proposal. Not to mention, you and your men have your own ward at a completely different floor, so I will have to politely ask you to please stop bothering my other patients who have the same rights of being treated as you do.โ€ Her voice was so cold and venomous, as a swordโ€™s edge cutting deep into flesh. Alfie was shocked to see the angelic woman capable of such a demeanour, considering how sweet and shy she was previously when she was laughing so much that she started tearing up.
โ€œBut Y/N, amore mio, mio Tesoro, I can give your lovely hospital monthly charity cheques, to fund it, bring you only the latest technology in pharmaceutical and medical stuff! I can buy you anything you want, only say so, and I will bring it to you! I will โ€“โ€œ he continued boasting about his money until he got quickly cut off by the girl.
โ€œEnough. I donโ€™t need your money, Mr. Sabini, I have my own. Not only that, I will also really want to ask you to stop bothering me already. I have to remind you, you have been harassing me for quite a long time now, and I have all the right in the world to choose the patients Iโ€™m admitting, considering this is now MY hospital, and if you donโ€™t stop your desperate cry for attention, I will completely eliminate the Sabini ward and divulge all your secrets to the other mafia gangs. And donโ€™t you dare pull out your stupid gun and threaten me, Iโ€™m not afraid of you or of death. I already died in war, now Iโ€™m just living a second chance. Good bye, Mr. Sabini.โ€ And with that, Y/N turned on her heels, motioning for Alfie and Ollie to follow her as the click of her shoes echoing through the corridors emanated the angry aura around her.
โ€œSo youโ€™ve got the same kind oโ€™ personal vendetta against those stupid Italians too, aye?โ€ Alfie chuckled, hoping to lighten up the mood for her.
โ€œYep. That story from before โ€“ Iโ€™d do it with Sabini without thinking twice. Or Iโ€™ll have you do it, I donโ€™t think I even have the physical strength to pick up a duct board. I have noodle arms.โ€ She let out an amused breath as the Jew looked at her with a smile.
โ€œYa bet Iโ€™ll help ya.โ€ And thus, they arrived in front of her house, being greeted, as usual, by her barking dogs who jumped on her from happiness.
โ€œSoโ€ฆ Tomorrow, yes? When should I be expecting you?โ€ she asked, trying to pacify her excited puppies.
โ€œMaybe โ€˜round noon?โ€ and thus, the agreement stood and the girl waved at him sweetly as she went inside the house, followed by her furry babies. โ€œYโ€™know what, Ollie? This one is a woman that comes once every thousand years. I dunno how Thomas Shelby could let go of her, but he canโ€™t be as smart as he thinks he is.โ€ Alfie chuckled, nodding to his right hand man to begin walking.
The next day, as expected, Y/N woke up early to make sure nothing is out of place everywhere in the house. Maybe it was her weirdly acting up over-perfectionism, but she couldnโ€™t stand still if something wasnโ€™t where it should have been.
After all, she hasnโ€™t had visitors inโ€ฆ Well, never. It was always her who would visit the Shelby family, but other than that, she would meet up with friends in pubs and clubs, not at home.
Before she knew it, noon arrived and the sound of barking announced Alfieโ€™s arrival. As she opened the houseโ€™s door, she noticed he was on the ground, getting loved by all the dogs.
Shocker.
โ€œThey say dogs can always tell a good person from a bad one. You passed their test, well done.โ€ She gave him an amused side-smile, leaning on the door frame.
โ€œAnyone who has so many dogs is trustworthy in my books.โ€ He cackled as he got up, walking towards the girl, holding the basket up so the four-legged beasts wonโ€™t steal it away.
โ€œI taught them horribly bad. They eat at the table with me, I cook for them more than I cook for myself. And now, look at them, those rascals, they will do anything for food as if theyโ€™re famished! Spoiled brats, Iโ€™m telling you!โ€ she smiled as she removed the flower vase from the table and poured some tea, aromatic and very nicely smelling.
He admired the tea pot and the matching cups โ€“ They were a soft, light blue with painted pink flowers. โ€“ Very cute, he thought, and very fitting to her own sweetness. Heโ€™s seen so many women affected by the bitterness and anger of having to be unheard, submissive and mistreated, in this ugly, monochrome, wet Britain, so meeting Y/N was like a breath of fresh air, completely different, not afraid of being as sweet and kind as she wants, without implicating herself in any trouble or business and just doing her own stuff.
โ€œTea, lass? I havenโ€™t had tea in ages, yeah.โ€ He chuckled as he carefully put the plate of still steaming cookies along with some challah bread.
โ€œโ€ฆOh. I forgot most people prefer alcohol. Oh My God, Iโ€™m so sorry, I donโ€™t have any kind of alcohol in the house-โ€œ she freaked out a bit, only to be stopped by Alfieโ€™s chuckle.
โ€œIโ€™m a tea guy too, lass, donโ€™t worry so much over silly things like that, right? Teaโ€™s fine too. Whatโ€™s it got?โ€ he asked, easing her worries quickly.
โ€œVanilla, cinnamon, cherries and a bit too much honey. I like sweet things.โ€ She smiled at him as she raised the tea cup and clinked it to his. โ€œCheers.โ€
โ€œSweet things like you, little lady, love things just as sweet, yeah? Cheers! Itโ€™s quite nice, aye, not bad, not bad at all, I think Iโ€™ll want more.โ€ He blinked in surprise as he saw the girl immediately get up and pour more tea into his cup.
โ€œWoaw, Alfie, youโ€™ve made these? Iโ€™ve never eaten chocolate chip cookies before! Theyโ€™re amazing! And this breadโ€ฆ Itโ€™s so soft and it tastes like honey! If you ever wanted to stop your underground business, you could definitely make a fortune opening up your own bakery! Imagine thisโ€ฆ Alfie Solomons, the sweetest man in all Britain, loved by every citizen, earns a Royal Warrant from the Queen for baking the best cookies in the world!โ€ Y/N praised the man as she ate what seemed to be the 4th or 5th cookie by now.
โ€œBah! Who cares โ€˜bout that old hag with a crown on her head? If the right person likes it, itโ€™s all that matter, right, nothing else matters to me, and you already like my baking, so thatโ€™s that, yeah, thatโ€™s just that!โ€ Alfie laughed, making the girl in front of him make a cute kitty smile and look down, her cheeks becoming just a tiny bit rosy.
โ€œAlfie, now youโ€™re just being too nice with me. You donโ€™t have to do that just because I treated you.โ€ She chuckled softly, surprising the man.
โ€œYou think Iโ€™m being nice to you because oโ€™ that? Thatโ€™s silly of you, lass, yeah, very silly, thatโ€™s not the case in the least, thatโ€™s just who I am!โ€ he protested vehemently, his golden chain bracelet clinking softly with each movement.
โ€œSo you just like me? Just like that?โ€ her eyes widened in shock.
โ€œWhyโ€™re you looking so surprised, lass?โ€ his voice became gradually much calmer and sweeter, seeing the genuine emotions from her.
โ€œOh, I justโ€ฆ I havenโ€™t heard that in quite a while, I guess thatโ€™s why. Apart from the doctor work I do, and all the people thanking me for saving them, I donโ€™t have much social interaction, so someone saying they like me forย  my personality, as Y/N, not Britainโ€™s Angel who saved them, isโ€ฆ You knowโ€ฆ Unexpected.โ€ She admitted, smiling shyly at him.
โ€œHow would you like to hear another story?โ€ itโ€™s true that he wanted to see her so bashful in front of him, but he also loved hearing her laugh, so why not give it a try with one more of his famous stories.
โ€œOh, Iโ€™d love that! You have the best stories, Alfie!โ€ she immediately cheered up, putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands oh so cutely.
โ€œNow, now, donโ€™t flatter me, lass, itโ€™ll go to my head, yeah, Iโ€™ll get used to you cute words.โ€ย  He leaned back on the chair, getting a better look at her.
โ€œThat just means Iโ€™ll have to say them more often.โ€ Oh, how cheeky, Alfie thought as he grinned at her.
โ€œRight, perfect plan! So, there you go! Tommy Shelby came by recently โ€“ Just a few days ago, right โ€“ And he, he started being a cheeky bastard with me, so I wanted to teach him a lesson. Got the gun out, cocked it in his face. I said โ€“ Look, letโ€™s say I just shot you already, right, in the fucking face, and the bullet goes bone, mush, bone, cabinet over there.โ€ Alfie made a finger gun with one of his hands, pointing it at the smiling girl, and then pointed behind her, where a pretty landscape painting was hanging.
โ€œOh, Tommy in London? Iโ€™m surprised he didnโ€™t tell me anything about coming here, or at least visiting me. What a shame. Iโ€™m not surprised by his behaviour though, heโ€™s become a bit of a jerk after the war.โ€ She nodded in acknowledgement, smiling at him to continue.
โ€œRight, itโ€™s a shame, it really is, because that cabinet is fucked. I gotta get rid of it. So, what I do is this, I said. Itโ€™s fucking simple, mate.โ€ And thus, he intertwined his fingers together on the table, playfully putting on the intimidating look of his.
โ€œYou burn it to splinters?โ€ she tilted her head serenely like a cute puppy.
โ€œNah, even better. I cut that cabinet in half, donโ€™t I? I do, Iโ€™ll just cut the cabinet, I cutโ€ฆ I cut the cabinet literally in half, mate, I said, and threw him a rag to wipe that bleeding nose of his. He was looking at me like a fucking dead body, lass, beaten up and bruised, by Sabiniโ€™s men, but still got the cheek to play coy with me on my turf!โ€ Alfie told her the truth, knowing sheโ€™d want to know about her old friend.
โ€œTommy got beaten up by Sabini? What in the world did he doโ€ฆ? That boy never knows when to stop, does he. Anyway, so you cut the cabinet in half. Now what do you do? Throw it in the ocean?โ€ she asked, quickly forgetting about the Shelby boy.
โ€œNo! I take half of that cabinet and I put it into a barrel, and take the other half of the cabinet, and all its pieces, and I put that into another barrel.โ€ His hands shifted between left and right to show off imaginary barrels.
โ€œAnd you fill them up with gun powder and make them explode in your enemyโ€™s factory?โ€ she grinned excitedly at him.
โ€œGosh, lass, no! But now I hate that you have more imagination than me! But listen โ€“ This barrel โ€“ I send this barrel off toโ€ฆ Mandalay.โ€ He flapped his left hand around dismissively, making the girl bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. โ€œAnd the other barrel off to somewhere likeโ€ฆ I donโ€™t knowโ€ฆโ€ and he looked deep into Y/Nโ€™s eyes, unblinking and trying to come up with a funny city name, as she smiled with expectation for the punchline. โ€œTimbuktu! You ever been?โ€ the line was successfully delivered as the girl had to hang her head down and hide her face in her hands as she burst into laughter.
โ€œMandalay? Timbuktu? Where the hell are those?โ€ she asked, unable to control herself.
โ€œFuck if I know, lass, but thatโ€™s the best of it! And yโ€™know what? Know what, lass? I saw Tommy Shelby, right? Yeah, I saw him. All gloomy and dark and stuff. But I always thought heโ€™d have a great, big, fucking gold ring in his nose!โ€ Alfie joked around, and the girl was almost afraid sheโ€™d faint from laughing so hard.
โ€œOh, Alfie, you are the funniest man alive. So what did he say, how did he react to that?!โ€ she urged him to continue.
โ€œNothinโ€™! Nothinโ€™ at all! He was silent as a fucking lake, lass! That Shelby boy has got no funny bone in his fucking body! Canโ€™t even make a joke with him! Shoulda learnt from you, your company is a delight.โ€ He saw Y/N quickly nod in agreement.
โ€œYeah, thatโ€™s right, Tommy has no sense of humour at all! He hasnโ€™t smiled or laughed since the war. Heโ€™s changed completely. I know heโ€™s been through a lot, you know? Everyone has. He still has that kind heart, and all he does, he does for his familyโ€ฆ But it wouldnโ€™t hurt him to be more genuine with them, or accept the fact that heโ€™s not the only hurt one who canโ€™t get over the war. I mean โ€“ I mean John, heโ€™s my age! Got married, has like 4 kids already, married again and heโ€™s still a brat as always! And you, Alfie! You said you were a captain, but you are the greatest person I ever met! He has no excuse for being a jerk. If he had a nose ring, like the bulls have, you couldโ€™ve just gotten a hook and tied him to a car and had him paraded around the streets of Camden Town!โ€ she giggled in amusement, roasting her old friend shamelessly.
โ€œYโ€™know lass, I think youโ€™re as much of a fairy as I am, aye. You look all angelic and pure, but you have a wicked sense of humour!โ€ the girl couldnโ€™t help but let out a mock gasp of hurt and offense.
โ€œMe? Wicked? Never! My, Alfie, you hurt me - How ever in this world could you possibly call me the Devil, when Iโ€™m known as Birminghamโ€™s Angel? Recently, Britainโ€™s Angel?โ€ she laughed, almost as though she was making fun of her own nicknames.
โ€œI think Iโ€™d much rather hear you being Alfieโ€™s Angel.โ€ Y/Nโ€™s smile froze, and her cheeks warmed up instantly, her gaze looking down at the tiny crumbles left behind from the tasty cookies.ย โ€œWhaโ€™chu say, lass?โ€
โ€œI... Think I would like that very much, Alfie.โ€ she could barely contain her timid smile.
โ€œWonderful news, lass!โ€ Alfie merrily got to his feet.ย โ€œWell then, Iโ€™ll be seeing you tomorrow, pretty Angel. Donโ€™t forget to serve your little companions their dinner at the table, aโ€™ight?โ€ he bent down slightly to plant a small kiss on her cheek, a little ticklish from his bear, before nodding his head at her, a cheeky smile on his face, and he left, not without all the dogs desperately seeking affection from him.
โ€œAlfieโ€™s Angel, huh? Doesnโ€™t sound half-bad.โ€ Y/N giggles softly to herself, only to hear her maid coming out of nowhere and cheering for her for landing such a good man, though not without warning her not to get into trouble with the very many gangs and their wars. She was a sweet girl, Y/N thought - Perhaps Ollie would like to date a lovely lady like herself.
Many days and weeks, and even months passed, and Alfie visited Miss Y/N daily, never skipping a single day, or missing to bring her the prettiest flowers, and the freshest cookies and bread. He was going to spoil her rotten, that one, and he loved every bit of it, especially the shy look she always had on her face, and the hesitation of accepting so many gifts - He just loved pampering her, what could he do? It was in his nature after all.
And Y/N absolutely loved whenever heโ€™d come over, and each day, with a new story to tell, and new jokes and rumours and gossips - He was an absolute delight, and her dogs loved him perhaps a little bit more than they loved her, at this point. It was no wonder, after all - Alfie started baking food for them! And Y/N thought she spoiled them!ย 
For once, Y/N stopped feeling the terrifyingly heavy pressure of anguish and torment weighting down on her very soul and being. She didnโ€™t feel the need to work her mind into exhaustion, not tire out her body to the point of fainting asleep. She didnโ€™t need to do any of those anymore, to feel alive and human. She only needed to look at those beautiful eyes of his, and those kissable lips, always forming a mirthful smile; to feel vitality returning into her body, and any sense of fear and anxiety escaping her very being. She remembered what it was like to have a sense of care and possessiveness over her own life, and finally, after so long, she wanted to be free - As free as it could get, unbound by any rule and regulation - To just have fun and thrive in the bliss of romance and happiness.
Once Alfie heard that, he kissed her sweet lips for the first time, admitting to wanting to retreat from the mafia life, and retreat to a calmer area where no one would be searching for him. Margate. A small cottage, cozy and warm, by the sea, where nobody would care to scold them for shooting those noisy seagulls, and Cyril and her dogs could run around aimlessly and run day in and day out, while they spend their time reading and baking and all the cutesy things that couples in love are supposed to do.
Before that, however, a few more things had to happen - Retirement wasnโ€™t an easy process, after all, not in this business, and shrouding yourself into the veil of the unknown was even more difficult a task. People wanted their vengeance, after all, and theyโ€™d stop at nothing to achieve it. Nothing, including threatening the beautiful, benevolent Angel who was supposed to have neutral immunity from all kinds of parties. That is what she thought. That is what everyone thought. It was the catalyst of Alfieโ€™s decision to speed up his retirement process and get this done and dealt with already. He never felt as angry as he was now.
It came during a time when Tommy rang Y/N asking for a favour, though rather uncomfortable. Alfie didnโ€™t agree with this at all, he warned Y/N it would be dangerous - Deals with Italians were unpredictable, those bastards, and Sabini was a lecherous fuck who wanted to steal her away - But how could Y/N deny doing a favour to the man who helped her reach such heights though his influence? The man she went to war to protect? The man she took a bullet for? Her brother from another mother?
โ€œY/N, lass, youโ€™re going to get fried to death if you approach that pasta fucker. I canโ€™t just let you go.โ€ Alfie grumbled worriedly.ย โ€œAnd it ainโ€™t just Sabini Iโ€™m worried about, love, itโ€™s Changretta too.ย โ€˜course, all the fucking pizza fuckers cameย โ€˜round to screw things over, but Sabini keeps saying he ainโ€™t working with that other fucker.โ€ he paced nervously around the room, to and fro, fro and to.ย โ€œY/N, listen - Listen, aโ€™ight? LIsten. Itโ€™s not Sabini Iโ€™m worried about, yโ€™know? Weโ€™ve been at each otherโ€™s throats since school, it ainโ€™t flash news, right -- I can deal withย โ€˜im somehow -- But the other one? I know shit aboutย โ€˜im. Came over from fucking America, and now he thinks he owns the whole fucking world, that one. And yโ€™know what, hun?ย โ€˜e can fuckinโ€™ have it, for all I care. Let Tommy Shelby fight with him. But you --- Iโ€™ll be fucking damned before I let him take you away from me.โ€
โ€œAlfie, sweety, look at me.โ€ Y/N got up from the bed, and approached the frantic man. She cupped his face and brought him into a tender kiss.ย โ€œThereโ€™s no force on earth that can keep me apart from you. Besides! The hospital, remember? Even if Changretta comes over, I will just tell him of the deals, and the treatment and... He wonโ€™t hurt me.โ€ without even realising, Alfieโ€™s arms were wrapped around her smaller form, holding her close to his chest, pouting like a clingy child.ย โ€œAlfie~! Come on, donโ€™t tickle me with your beard! I promise Iโ€™ll give you attention all the after this is over, okay? But family is family, and I promised to help out. It wonโ€™t take long. And... Itโ€™s supposed to be some private party, right? A party with lots of people. He canโ€™t just threaten me in front of everyone, right?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t like risky things like this, Y/N. Canโ€™t blame a man in love for worryinโ€™.โ€ He muttered against the skin of her neck.ย โ€œBut better tell Tommy Iโ€™m not gonna let him send you do his errands for him anymore, aโ€™ight?โ€
โ€œAlright, alright, Iโ€™ll tell him.โ€ she couldnโ€™t help her sweet, uncontrollable giggling, all because of him playfully running that trickly yet well kept beard of his over her soft skin.
Just as promised, Y/N dressed in a very pretty dress, making her look like an innocent, sweet flower blooming in Spring, overshadowing all around her with her beauty, thought there was no Tommy Shelby there waiting to escort her at the party. She didnโ€™t think much about it though - She hadnโ€™t a watch at her, so she couldnโ€™t tell whether she was fashionably late or not, and he just went on ahead to do some of his work dealings with his gang friends. It was none of Y/Nโ€™s business, she was just supposed to be there as a peacemaker, a mediator, considering she was neutral with all, thanks to her position as the head of the hospital.
She grabbed herself a glass of champagne from a waiter and waited by the sidelines, watching the party unfold, with gorgeous dancers and the orchestra playing songs of all kinds. When a slowed song began, she awkwardly played the wallflower, not wanting to gain any attention to her, but of course, her not so favourite Italian came by, gallantly asking for a dance. Of course, she couldnโ€™t refuse, more or less because she was a diplomat, and despite all the harassment from the past, all of them taking care in the hospital, at a party, it was all fine. Still, she hoped Alfie could have been there - It would have been more bearable.
โ€œA gorgeous lady like yourself shouldnโ€™t be all alone at a party.โ€ Sabini said, making Y/N give a polite smile.
โ€œWell, I was sure Tommy would be busy talking business with you, Mr. Sabini. Iโ€™m surprised youโ€™re here, with me.โ€ the man rose a quizzical eyebrow, hearing that.
โ€œMy dear, Thomas Shelby never once spoke to me today. In fact, I was not aware he was here at all.โ€ Y/Nโ€™s body froze, and their dance stopped.
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ she asked in a whispery voice.ย โ€œTommy said he needed me here, as a mediator between the Peaky Blinders and the other gangs of London. If heโ€™s not here -- Why would he ask me to be here?โ€
โ€œAh, bella, bella, bella, so your naivite and innocence only makes you more endearing.โ€ he gave a smug smirk.ย โ€œLuca Changretta asked your dear Tommy, to have a... Pleasant conversation. Negating deals. Business talks... Men talks. Signorina Y/N, he sent you over to receive a message, as he feared for his life, but counted on our long lasting friendship.โ€ his chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly, she felt terrified for her life.
โ€œI... Donโ€™t want to get involved in your business matters. I donโ€™t do business. I just heal people, thatโ€™s all. I wanted to do Tommy a favour, as he is my brother, but I want to have a peaceful life, away from all the gang wars. Please, let me go home, Mr. Sabini. If you want me to send Tommy a message, I will, but I wonโ€™t get involved any further than this.โ€ the Italian nodded his head, an almost nasty smirk on his face.ย 
โ€œBy all means, no one wants to hurt you, Signorina. It would be terribly rude of us to kill the messenger... Though Signor Changrettaโ€™s father was ruthlessly killed, in front of his wife, for no reason, by your brothers. But us, bella - We, Italians, care for our family above all, and Signor Changretta admires your devotion to your own. He is going to love meeting you.โ€ Y/N slowly removed her hands from the manโ€™s shoulders and offered a small smile, trying to keep her composure. But she was terrified to the core, almost as much as she had been during the war. Not only did Tommy betray her, but he threw her in a pit of vipers... Like a weaponless gladiator, forced to fight a hundred starving lions in the Colosseum. She was a healer, not a fighter! Damn it, Tommy!
โ€œIt was a lovely evening, Mr. Sabini. I will be taking my leave now.โ€ with a certain elegant swiftness, Y/N was able to slip past Sabini and hide her presence in the sea of people, trying to make her way to the exit of the grand mansion, only to bump into another man, much taller than Sabini was, and he was towering over her, a passive smile on his face. It was much clear now, the whole place was filled only with Italians. She was trapped.
โ€œSignora, what kind of man was vile enough to make a woman cry? Tell me, please, I will not have such disrespect in my family.โ€ his accent was heavy, and his aura was dangerous, with a mysterious darkness. The stranger rose a hand to cup her cheek and rose her face to wipe the wet, gleaming under eye of the woman.
โ€œUh... Forgive me, Mr... I didnโ€™t mean to bump into you and disturb you. I... I am not a very sociable person, I donโ€™t do well with crowds. I... Was hoping to return home.โ€ she offered an uncomfortable smile. This man was trouble.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry, bella, I will make sure to discipline my men better.โ€ he nodded, chewing on what looked like a toothpick... Or a match? Was that a match?ย โ€œYou will have to forgive them. Anyway, may I escort you outside and call for a car for you?โ€ something made her feel as though she hadnโ€™t any choice in the matter.
โ€œY-Yes, please.โ€ she nodded meekly, her voice barely audible from all the noise of the party.
With his arm around her waist, the stranger gentlemanly escorted the lady outside of the mansion, and outside, into the darkness barely illuminated by the lights from inside the house. Were it not for the loud music and all the chattering from the mansion, the graveyard silence would have been entirely ominous, save for the soft cricket and toad melody.
They were all alone.
โ€œDo you wish to kill me, Mr. Changretta?โ€ Y/N asked, frightened out of her mind.
โ€œKill you? Oh, Signora, no, no, why in the world would I wish to harm an beautiful lady like yourself?โ€ he let out a sardonic chuckle.ย โ€œSabini tells me they call you the Angel of Britain. May I call you... Angelica?โ€ Y/N didnโ€™t answer.ย โ€œHave I frightened you so, bella? Mi dispiace, it wasnโ€™t my intention.โ€ though, based on the sarcastic slur of his words, he was having his fun tormenting her.
โ€œMr. Sabini said you wished me to deliver Tommy a message. What is it?โ€ the woman asked, holding her hands together tightly.
โ€œAh, yes, of course. Very brave of Mr. Shelby, sending his dear sister to do his dirty work. How shameful. You see, bella, we never put our ladies in danger. Sabini especially says heโ€™s taken a liking to you for quite some good years. I can see perfectly well why. Iโ€™ve never seen a woman beautiful and intelligent such as yourself.โ€ Lucaโ€™s hand found itself caressing her face, his long fingers reaching up to her hair, strong her long velvety hair.ย โ€œI love how you defy this decadeโ€™s fashion, though you manage to look more elegant than most.โ€ he kept complimenting her.
โ€œMr. Changretta, please... I am already dating a man, and we are soon going to move in together. I would appreciate it dearly if you would not continue your courting, though I am very flattered that one like yourself would find me attractive.โ€ the man looked up at the sky, a dry smile on his face, watching how the lady tried to step backwards every time he inched forwards, only to end up with her back flush against a tree.
โ€œSomehow, I donโ€™t quite believe that. You are far too terrified from the simplest gesture. Admit it, Signora, youโ€™ve never been with a man before, have you?โ€ his smirk only widened watching her face burning with a sweet blush.ย โ€œYou neednโ€™t say any word, your body betrays you.โ€ he chuckled, getting uncomfortably close to her.ย โ€œI hate making ladies cry. My mamma taught me better than this. She taught me to respect and cherish women, for they are a treasure - And I agree. I will not hard you, Signora Y/N. But perhaps you need to be reminded of the importance you play in this gang war... And maybe even remind your dear brother, as he seems to have forgotten about you and how much you worth. Would he react at all, if I were to laugh in his face and tell him Iโ€™ve claimed you? Will he even get angry, if I tell him I killed you? Thomas Shelby finds himself to be rather the undefeatable businessman and politician, but from our latest interaction, I say, heโ€™s a man as much as any other, and he has easily exploitable weaknesses. It is really too bad you had to get caught in the middle of all this. I bear you no ill will, Angelica.โ€ he leaned his face closer and closer to her own, to the point of feeling his warm breath on her skin - She tried to move away, though he fixed her head, cupping her cheeks forcefully. He truly just wanted to steal a little kiss, nothing more! He wanted to get a taste of her pink, plump lips that looked like the softest rose petals, bathing in shiny morning dew.
Instead, the loud, resounding sound of a gunshot made the man close his eyes in anger, whilst Y/N squeaked in fear, trying to fall to the ground and defend herself; an awful habit she couldnโ€™t break even after the war was over. Luca used the woman as a shield, one hand buried in her hair, the other, holding a pistol to her temple.
From the paved street the soft sound of a cane was heard, as Alfie Solomons appeared, looking all dressed for a party. He looked alone. Was it him who shot, or was it another? Surely, he wouldnโ€™t be stupid enough to come by all alone, even if it was to rescue Y/N - And if he did, it only meant her worth was a hundred times more than he expected. Was he the man she mentioned just previously?
โ€œAh, Mr. Solomons, what an unexpected surprise. I donโ€™t believe weโ€™ve had the pleasure. Iโ€™m Luca Changretta.โ€ the Italian smirked, chewing on that match, approaching his face to touch his cheek to Y/Nโ€™s.ย 
โ€œOh, yeah, I know who you are. You are a bit of a failure, arenโ€™t you? You come all the way over here, to this country, yeah, in order to kill Tommy Shelby - But, I mean, well - Heโ€™s not dead, is he?โ€ Alfie smiled fakely at the Italian, forcing himself not to look at the whimpering look of his beloved.
โ€œHe would have been, were he not saved by Angelica over here. But he cowarded out, didnโ€™t he? Canโ€™t even have a conversation with someone who hides behind his sisterโ€™s skirts.โ€ Changretta sneered mockingly.
โ€œThatโ€™s it. Iโ€™ll tell you what, right? I didnโ€™t want to comeย โ€˜ere, in your home, without a gift, yeah? It woulda been rude - And Jews are known for their hospitality, of course. Here - Itโ€™s free. A souvenir.โ€ Alfie rose a single bottle of his rum, showing he was unarmed.ย โ€œNow, why donโ€™t you let go of that lady over there, and we say our goodbyes?โ€
Changretta smirked darkly at him.ย โ€œSignora, why donโ€™t you take the bottle and have a sip? Rum is sweet, for women. Men prefer dry, strong gin.โ€ with trembling hands, Y/N extended her arms to get the bottle from Alfie. It was almost excruciatingly painful, being so close to his protective arms, yet so very far away...ย โ€œGo on, Angelica, take a sip.โ€ Alfie frowned, watching Y/Nโ€™s face contort slightly - She didnโ€™t drink alcohol, she hated it. Even if rum was sweeter than most alcohols, it still wasnโ€™t anywhere close to her sweet teas with too much honey in them.
โ€œThis clown wants me to run his shit rum into New York.โ€ Changretta let out a dry laugh, insulting the Jew in Italian.
โ€œDamn fucking straight, mate, otherwise you wouldnโ€™t still be thieving my oxygen and patience, would you? Because I have 200 barrels a month, yeah, cleared by your people, distributed through your teamsters.โ€ Alfie continued with the straight business deal.
โ€œDidnโ€™t you just hear me? People want gin these days.โ€ Luca repeated.
โ€œI heard you wanted to come over with a proposition for me. I hate waiting, yeah - So, thatโ€™s why I came over, to quicken things up a bit, before they get stale, right. I already know what you want. I just want to hear you say it out loud so I can check how ridiculous it is.โ€ Alfie inched closer to the two, not once breaking his overly dramatic mannerism.
โ€œAh, bella, what will I do, I am losing my patience with him.โ€ Luca shook his head in disdain, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Based on the twitch of his enemyโ€™s eye, he had hurried over with a half-baked plan. No doubt, Thomas Shelby must have gone over to him to search for an ally in him. To come in the enemyโ€™s den for a woman - Alfie Solomons was a suicidal maniac.ย โ€œThere is gonna be a little fight, a boxing match, between your boy and Tommy Shelbyโ€™s boy, and the whole Shelby family is gonna be there.โ€ Alfie hummed, already knowing all this.ย โ€œAnd you, Mr. Solomons, you too will be there.โ€ Luca started stroking a lock of Y/Nโ€™s hair, intentionally taunting the Jew.ย โ€œYou know, they say youโ€™re a smart guy. You already know what we want before we say it. Thatโ€™s funny because I believe I know what you want even before you say it. Yeah. You want the girl back, thatโ€™s why youโ€™re here. Maybe for the barrels too. But the girl... Yes, I get why youโ€™d want her back. Canโ€™t miss out on claiming a treasure like her.โ€ he pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering and going down, towards her ear, whispering a small threat and softly slipping the sleeve of her dress a little down her shoulder with the barrel of his gun, revealing flawless skin, before leaning down her neck, and to her bare shoulder. Y/N tried to struggle away from him, whimpering from the uncomfortable fear she was feeling, and how violated she felt by the Italian, but the tight grip on her hair only brought out a whimper of pain and disgust from her.
If someone could look deep into Alfieโ€™s eyes, they could see a wrathful fire raging inside his soul. He wanted to make pasta sauce from that fucker for daring touch his sweet lady and making tormenting her so. He had to play his cards well, feign ignorance and uncare, otherwise, he was afraid that wop will be taking Y/N as a bargaining chip and blackmail him, to the point that not even Tommy Shelby playing God would be able to save the sweet lady. โ€œI want some cash too. Donโ€™t worry, โ€˜cause Iโ€™ve broken it down here.โ€ from the pocket of his coat, he took out a neatly folded paper.ย โ€œA list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right?โ€ from his other pocket, he took out his glasses, putting them on as he read the terms and conditions to their deal.ย โ€œNow, a normal dispatch, well, itโ€™s, you know, 500 pounds cost, but youโ€™re going to have to have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people... And... I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me.โ€ Alfie kept reading, frowning every so often at the inconveniences he was listing.ย โ€œAnd then you will need to put another 100 on top of that, because, well, youโ€™re a fucking wop, mate, hmmm?โ€ Changretta remained speechless, looking at the mess of a Jew who found himself hilarious, messing with him.ย โ€œAnd then... We have to deal with the ugly business of which Iโ€™ve been incredibly clear of, before Iโ€™ll need another 500 pounds, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine.โ€ though he wished to wring his neck for throwing Y/N in danger like that.ย โ€œAnd... Another 500 pounds for threatening my wife. And 500 more pounds for making her cry.โ€ Alfie folded back the paper, handing it to his enemy.ย โ€œTotal is down there, in black and white. All right? Crack on.โ€
โ€œMr. Solomons, Iโ€™m gonna be very fucking clear with you. I donโ€™t need you to kill anybody. I have people that I trust, okay? So you are gonna take my boys and you are gonna bring them to the ring as seconds.โ€ Alfie frowned at the Italian.
โ€œWell, in order to qualify as my seconds, right, they would first have to qualify as being Jewish, yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty. You see, my good friend, Tommy Shelby, he will know the difference.โ€ he warned the unbothered Italian don.
โ€œYou see, these days, back in the old country, a lot of the, uh.... You know, the Jewish people, they, uh... They are having to pass themselves off as Italian.โ€ Changretta chuckled menacingly.ย 
โ€œAll right, well, youโ€™ll have to add another ton onto your bill - For being a cunt, mate.โ€ Alfie refuted with a chilling calm.ย โ€œAll right?โ€
Luca looked away briefly.ย โ€œYou will bring my men to Birmingham?โ€
Alfie nodded his head, hoping his crazy humour was acting as reassurance for his lady.ย โ€œYou will circumcise them?โ€ Luca was mute.ย โ€œYeah, you will have to circumcise them. Because the Peakys will check, yeah?โ€
โ€œIf theyโ€™re going to have their pretty doctor check, surely, she wouldnโ€™t quite know the difference, would she?โ€ the Italian jabbed at the Jew, who was imagining different ways of torturing this fucker.
โ€œDonโ€™t bother your little wop brain over what my wife does. She wonโ€™t be there.โ€ย  Luca smirked, knowing very well his uppercut landed perfectly.
โ€œOkay. Any other requests?โ€ he asked, laxing his grip on her hair.ย โ€œTwo hundred fucking barrels, we have a deal.โ€ Alfie frowned, looking at him with disinterest.ย โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter? I said we have a deal.โ€
โ€œEh, you just made a deal without a negotiation, didnโ€™t you?โ€ Alfie stared him down. Luca affirmed that statement.ย โ€œYeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you, wasnโ€™t he?โ€ then, for the first time, Y/N heard the man speak in his own, native language.ย โ€œYou plan to kill us all.โ€ though she didnโ€™t quite understand what he said, the look in his eyes was enough to give her a good guess. Still, with the deal in place, Luca Changretta smirked in triumph, and with one last gesture of condescence, he forced Y/N into a deep kiss, before pushing her towards the Jew. โ€œSogni dโ€™oro, mia bella Angelica.โ€
Alfie instinctively lunged forward, catching and gathering his lady into a tight embrace and watching carefully as Changretta stepped inside the mansion. He could feel Y/Nโ€™s soft trembles of her small body as she cried in soft whimpers - She was trying desperately to stay composed, but after everything sheโ€™d gone through, he couldnโ€™t blame her. That margherita fucker must have creeped her to hell and back.ย โ€œItโ€™s okay, darling, cry as much as you need. Iโ€™m here, love, Iโ€™m here, okay? Alfieโ€™s here, and Iโ€™m not gonna let go of you again.โ€ she felt so warm, so safe in his large arms.ย โ€œLetโ€™s go home, yeah? No more of this gang shit. Iโ€™ve done over my plans, and weโ€™re leaving faster. Iโ€™m not gonna let any of this fuckers even look at you ever again.โ€ he massaged and stroked the back of her head, where that jerk hurt her, and he kissed her forehead and her cheeks and even her nose, before guiding her to the car, with Ollie driving them to the comfort of her own home, with her many dogs, and a shit ton of guards all around.
Y/N couldnโ€™t say anything, and when they got home, Alfie had her maid draw her a warm bath so she could relax. He made sure to put a nice vinyl on the gramophone, and had Ollie return to their house to bring the emergency cookies for comfort, whilst he continued to internally curse Thomas.
He wasnโ€™t sure how long she calmed down in the bath, with her maid comforting and chatting with her to get her mind off of the anguish she was put through, but when she returned, she was wearing one of her beautiful silk nightgown that barely went down to her knees, and she let herself plop on the bed, cuddling into his arms like a kitten seeking warmth.ย โ€œHow did you know?โ€ her soft voice asked as he pulled them to lay down, stroking her hair and her face dearly, occasionally planting kisses and calling her sweet things. When Ollie finally came back with the cookies, her maid had brewed the sweetest tea in existence for them.
โ€œWell, I always did pride myself with having good intuition, you know, but when Tommy came by my bakery, I realised - Shit, my sweet ladyโ€™s in trouble.โ€ Alfie spoke, watching her cringe softly at the mention of the Shelby.ย โ€œAsked him what the hell he was doinโ€™ over at my place, instead of being there with you, and he said - Who would hurt you? Sabini wouldnโ€™t, surely. Thereโ€™s no person with more immunity than you, right?โ€ he mimicked the man.ย โ€œThought I was gonna lose my mind, hun, hearing that. I was this close to beating him to death, yeah, nobody dares touch my sweet girl after all. He said some things about those fucking greasy wops, and it got me thinking - I already knew things were going to shit, and very fast, right, and I knew I had to make our exit as swift as possible - But when I heard you were all alone, with a bunch of sleazy fucks, my mind went crazy.โ€ he gesticulated dramatically, before pinching her cheek playfully.ย โ€œI promised Tommy Shelby a beating at some point, and I managed to land one good punch on him before coming to my darlingโ€™s rescue. Glad I got there just in time, but fuck, Iโ€™m so pissed - So fucking pissed you had to go through all that. I shouldโ€™ve never let you go. Shouldโ€™ve trusted my gut.โ€ he grumbled, clearly angry at himself.
โ€œAlfie.โ€ she had an upset, pouting look on her face.ย โ€œIโ€™m sorry I let him kiss me. I wasnโ€™t strong enough to fight him off.โ€ she hung her head in shame.ย โ€œIf you hadnโ€™t come when you did... I fear what heโ€™d have done.โ€
โ€œY/N, lass, what the hell are you apologising for?!โ€ he exclaimed, his hands immediately going to raise her face gently to look at him.ย โ€œAs if a weaponless woman could fight a grown ass man with a gun. If anything, I should be the one to apologise for not being fucking able to protect you as a man should. I thought playing the wife card, and the extra billing, would get that cheapskate fucker let go of you already. Fucking cunt. Heโ€™ll pay, Iโ€™ll make sure of that.โ€
But Y/N frantically shook her head.ย โ€œI donโ€™t care about that, Alfie. I donโ€™t want revenge, and I donโ€™t care what happens to any gangs, okay? Iโ€™m sorry, Alfie, Iโ€™m sorry I- Iโ€™m selfish, okay? I donโ€™t want to do this anymore. I just - I canโ€™t. I really canโ€™t, you know? Always in the middle of danger, always in the middle of war -- I just want to go live out a happy, peaceful life, with you, and our dogs, and a shit load of seagulls to shoot whenever they wake us up with that annoying screech of theirs. And then -- Then, I wanna go have a good travel, maybe. Letโ€™s -- Letโ€™s go to the mountains, I heard itโ€™s fun hiking. The forests are very pretty too. We can hide away from everyone, weโ€™ve got enough money, donโ€™t we - And if you wanted to, I told you, you can open up your own real bakery, and live perfectly comfortable with those earnings. Anything - Anything, just to get the hell out of this God-forsaken, war-riddled, decrepit, barren city, and away from this awful, exploiting people who care for nothing but their damn fucking business.โ€ the way her eyes were gleaming with both hope and desperation shattered Alfieโ€™s heart.ย โ€œCan we do that, Alfie? Please, can we do that? Just the two of us -- Maybe Ollie and Annie too, if they wanna - And our dogs too - Just us, a nice, big family.โ€
Alfieโ€™s very soul felt honeyed from her words of love, and her wish of staying together with him - And it was tempting too, taking Ollie and her maid with them, he had to admit. They would finally be living the god damn peaceful fucking life that they deserved. He had been dreaming during the day, and during the night, of a life spent together with her, all away from this shit city, away from the shit gang wars and what nots. He was exhausted, he wanted to let his guard down for once, and he knew he could do that with Y/N. He wanted to provide her a beautiful, comfortable life, a peaceful once - Sheโ€™s never been to the beach, and he really wanted to show Margate to her. Just them, and the sound of the ocean waves breaking against the shore, walking barefoot into the wet sand and playing in the water.
Perhaps it was a little close for comfort to both France and London too - Maybe some day, they could go further north, further away from the capital. Perhaps they can even change their names, take on new identities, retire completely. Sure, heโ€™ll still be taking care of his Jewish community, but he would stop the mafia dealings - Let the younger generations get themselves in trouble a hundred thousand times per minute, he was completely done for.
โ€œYeah, my little cookie, we can do that, and weโ€™ll fucking do it, and very soon, yeah? Very soon, I promise you that. Iโ€™ll keep you safe, and comfortable, and happy. First, in Margate, and if we get bored, wherever the hell we want, aโ€™ight? With Ollie and Annie if they wanna join, and with our spoiled dogs,ย โ€˜course.โ€ he leaned in, capturing her lips into a sweet kiss.
โ€œAlfie?โ€ she called his name, her cheeks flustering lightly, unable to meet his eyes, despite the beautiful smile on her face.
โ€œYeah, meyn ketsele?โ€ Y/N always blushed so hard whenever heโ€™d call her his little kitten.
โ€œIs the... Erhm... Wifey spot still open? Iโ€™d like to apply.โ€ Alfie couldnโ€™t help but start laughing mirthfully at her bashfulness, only to pull her into a loving embrace, peppering her face with kisses all over.
โ€œIkh hob dikh shtark lib - Iโ€™d love nothing more than to be your husband.โ€ Y/N felt faint from all the suffocating love and affection she was receiving all at once, but she couldnโ€™t help but melt to the sound of Alfie speaking in his native language, saying that he loves her so much, that she was the love of his life and what more. It was almost funny, how quickly he became smitten beyond repair for her, but he simply couldnโ€™t help it. Women like her only came about once every thousands of years, and he was just so happy, just by seeing that shy smile of hers, or waking up to her in his arms. How could he ever let her go?ย 
Y/N wasnโ€™t Birminghamโ€™s Angel anymore, and like hell was she Britainโ€™s Angel. She wasnโ€™t an angel, she was a little wicked fairy, the sweetest lady there was, and any other overdosing sugary sweet and entirely embarrassing term of love that Alfie could ultimately generate from the top of his head, just to see her adorable blush, but by hell, he was feeling trapped and addicted to her magic, and he was never going to let go of his darling honey bunch lady.
And Alfie was going to make her the happiest woman alive, and their wedding was gonna be fucking biblical.
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dearshelby ยท 3 months
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Lora!! I didn't see your post earlier! I hope I'm not too late to this:
May I request: โ€œI missed your scent.โ€ for Alfie?? Something fluff?
Thanks in advance, darling โค๏ธโค๏ธ.
Hello, Flor! Merry Christmas! As a gift, I offer a fluffly Alfie blurb
Rum and Soap | A.S
Prompt. "I missed your scent" + Alfie Solomons
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(He looks so comfy in here <3)
She was still not sure of how they ended in this position. With Alfie's back pressed firmly on her chest, her arms surrounding his waist and the back of his head close to her face.ย 
Perhaps he could sense how much she needed to hold him right now, he usually didn't let her, always subtly pulling her to his arms, but tonight, his first night at home since Thomas Shelby shot him in the face, he made himself comfortable in her embrace.
He breathed slowly, chest moving up and down, his eyelids shaking slightly as if even sleepy, he couldn't relax. On the other hand, her muscles were so soft that her hug barely had pressure. The only reason why she wasn't completely asleep was the fear Alfie woke up in pain or needed something.ย 
The tip of her nose brushed his hair, still humid from the bath he took. She timidly inhaled him in, trying to fill the tiny void his momentary absence brought.
โ€œDid you just smell me?โ€ he asked in an astonished tone.
โ€œWeren't you sleeping?โ€ she laughed. He definitely had the talent to humor up any situation.
โ€œNo, no, I just had my eyes closed, then I felt someone sniffing my head,โ€
โ€œMy god, shut up,โ€ she shied away, then admitted, โ€œI missed your scent,โ€ย 
โ€œDid you?โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ย 
โ€œRum or soap?โ€ย 
โ€œBoth,โ€ she smelled him again, โ€œjust you,โ€
โ€œHumf, glad to help then.โ€ย 
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angelofthenight ยท 1 year
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Tommy: Your husband Alfieโ€™s a lunatic, Arthur and I both agree.
You: You do?
Arthur: No, uh-uh, I did never call him a lunatic!
Tommy: Sorry, I think Iโ€™m the one who called him a lunatic.
Tommy: Arthur called him a clown.
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pacifymebby ยท 8 months
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Maybe an imagine for the Peaky Blinders where at some point they got intimate with their girlfriend in the boysโ€™ office and while they were distracted she put her underwear in his gun cabinet. Would love to know how they react when theyโ€™re just sitting at their desk and they go to reach for it one day and just find a really sexy pair of undies in there as well๐Ÿ˜‚
I have been writing this for so so so so so so so so so long I think it was one of the first requests I got back in November and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long. It's been sitting in my drafts for months. But here it is, this was actually so much fun to write and I really enjoyed it. I just needed to be in a specific mood to write it i think? I really hope you're still here on my blog anon and that u finally get to enjoy the request :'(
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Tommy
๐ŸŒฟ Tommy is only mildly surprised to find your underwear in the draw of his desk. You're always getting up to no good, trying to push his buttons... You're a little minx really, always trying to get his attention... So this is exactly the kind of thing you might do...
๐ŸŒฟHe knows exactly why you did it too... Since getting into politics he's had to spend more and more time away from home, always on trips to London, never at home, with you... He knows he's been neglecting you
๐ŸŒฟSo, he sends for you, calls you into his office quite calmly. "Sit down y/n..." he says nodding to the chair opposite him.
๐ŸŒฟYou're a little uncertain, he looks so stern and serious that you're getting more and more nervous the longer he makes you sit in silence. You're definitely in trouble, that much you can tell...
๐ŸŒฟBut you don't know for certain that he's found your underwear until he takes them out of the drawer and drops them in front of you on the desk.
๐ŸŒฟ"Y/N, what are these?" the way hes looking at you through his spectacles, so calm and yet stern... You squirm and stutter your response suddenly nowhere near as confident as you had felt when you left them there...
๐ŸŒฟ"Um... Well, uh... My um... My underwear i guess?" "You guess?" "No uh... I know Tommy..."
๐ŸŒฟ"Right, alright..." he nods and for a moment when he flashes you half a smile and lets out a little breathy laugh you think thats all the torment he's going to put you through... But of course not. This is Tommy we're talking about.
๐ŸŒฟ"Alright y/n, and what is your underwear doing in my desk among my tax documents and memos?" "I uh..." "Come on love speak up we haven't got all day..." "Because I put them there Tommy..." You're already blushing deep red, you're embarassed and he's really enjoying making you squirm.
๐ŸŒฟIf he's telling the truth he loves that you did it, gives him an excuse to torture you now, force you to admit how much you want him... Something which he obviously loves to hear. Watching you squirm really tuns him on...
๐ŸŒฟ"Oh okay, alright, alright... And y/n,why did you do that?"
๐ŸŒฟ You're speechless now, so embarrassed, you can't believe he's really forcing you to admit it but you know he won't let you go or give you what you really want until you do as he's asking and spell it out for him.
๐ŸŒฟYou're just not really the kind of girl that does things like this and though it might have been thrilling to do something bad and out of character, you're remembering who you really are - a good, sweet girl - and suddenly you're regretting your little trick.
๐ŸŒฟ "I.. I guess well, you've been so busy lately Tommy I just... I didn't want you to forget about me you know..." you trail off offering him a shy but seductive little smirk. You really want to keep playing coquette but he's really put you in your place and you're not sure now whether he's going to give you what you want or just keep torturing you.
๐ŸŒฟ"Right..." he nods before telling you to get up, "Alright y/n now answer me this eh? Come here and answer me this..." he says quiet and intense, running his hands down your arms, taking your hands in his and pulling you down to meet his gaze. He has you bent right over his desk in the most submissive position... You can hardly breath.
๐ŸŒฟ"Do you really think you're so easy to forget?" you can hardly speak, just shaking your head slightly, your breath caught in your throat as he tugs you down to kiss you.
๐ŸŒฟ He stands up, letting you go, leaving you feeling let down and if you're being honest, a little confused. You thought he wanted you? For a moment it really looked like you'd played into his lustful side...
๐ŸŒฟ He warns you not to play childish games with him, that in future if you want something you behave like an adult and you come and ask him for it. "Sometimes angel, when you want somet from me, you say please eh? Remember that word sweetheart..."
๐ŸŒฟFucks you on his desk anyway... "Thoight you might like playing the bad girl eh angel? You want me to show you how I treat those girls?" his low murmur sends a shiver down your spine and when he sinks his teeth teasingly into your neck you can't breath.
๐ŸŒฟTommy was always going to fuck you on his desk. From the second he'd felt the soft lace in his hands he'd known what he wanted to do to you.
๐ŸŒฟHe just wanted to make you squirm first.
Alfie
๐Ÿป He's surprised by you, other young ladies he might expect this from but not you, not his sweet little zieskiet who has the heart mind and soul of an angel. Who is usually always so well behaved...
๐Ÿป It doesn't help that when he discovers your little memento he's in the middle of an intense meeting with Tommy Shelby.
๐Ÿป Tommy thinks he has the upper hand, thinks he's charmed his way into Alfie's trust once again but Alfie's hand has slipped to the drawer in his desk where his fingers skim the surface of the gun he keeps concealed there...
๐Ÿป But where he expects to find cool metal he finds soft silk and lace instead and his heart begins to race as memories of the afternoon before when he'd called you into his office flicker through his mind like a naughty film...
๐Ÿป For the first time ever Tommy witnesses Alfie Solomons speechless. Sure the moment doesn't last long, but for a second there Tommy catches a strange look in Alfie's eyes, like he's genuinely stunned... He's probably lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he's the reason Alfie's quietly struggling to swallow a lump in his throat.
๐Ÿป But Alfie just sweeps the underwear to one side for later, tskes the gun out and rushes Tommy through the deal, hurrying him out the door, grumpy and impatient so that he can go home to you.
๐Ÿป When Alfie comes home that night he's playing the "everythings as it always is" act, grumbling to you about the lads in the bakery, grumbling to you about something clumsy Ollie did earlier thst day... You're listening but only a little as you shape the bread you're baking. You're don't look at him until he says something that surprises you...
๐Ÿป "Oh, oh yeah right, right i almost forgot, yeah, silly me eh, almost forgot these..." he says producing your lacy underwear and dangling them from the tip of his finger.
๐Ÿป When you turn around to see what he's holding you're shocked. You drop the knife thats in your hand and it clatters on the floor. You shouldn't bd surprised, you only left them there the day before, but somehow your strange out of character whim had completely left your mind.
๐Ÿป "Oh..." you say your hand raised to your mouth... Alfie's still just holding them out, the scandalous garment just dangling between you, you blushing at the memory of your time together. Him waiting, stern expression, for you to take them from him.
๐Ÿป "Oh..." he says watching you, wondering if you know you're in trouble or not... You've turned the most adorable shade of red and he's already struggling to hold his grumbling resolve. "Yeah," he says, "oh..." "Thats what I thought an all when I found em earlier right, I though 'oh" he holds his hand to his mouth mocking your earlier gesture... Making thst blush of yours all the worse because you can't tell if you're being teased or if he's really quite cross with you..
๐Ÿป "An you know what yeah poppet? I showed em to Tommy fuckin Shelby yeah and you know he said 'oh' too, just like that yeah 'oh'..." now you know he's trying to make you squirm, trying to tease you. Because you know theres no way your Alfie would ever show another man something as private as your underwear.
๐Ÿป You smile nervously, your blush and your shy giggle as you bite down to try and stifle it too much for Alfie to maintain any temper he might have been trying to build up.
๐Ÿป Instead he steps up to you, traps you between the cupboards and his body, holding your underwear right up to your face, the lacy garment dangling right by your cheek, silk brushing your skin.
๐Ÿป "These my little zieskiet, these yeah are a very dangerous object, and you right, you're a very good girl yeah, so you my dear, you should not be leaving these, dangerous things yeah, you should not be leaving dangerous things like this lying around right, cause you never know who's gonna find em..."
๐Ÿป "Well that's why i left them in your drawer..." you say quietly, your biting on the tip of your thumb, looking at him so sweetly that its hard to imagine you could have done something as tempting as this.
๐Ÿป "Yeah," he says, "yeah you did didn't you... Tell me poppet, cause theres somethin I'd quite like to know right, somethin thst interests me a great ammount... Why yeah, why would a sweet little girl like you do somethin like that?"
๐Ÿป You would be so shy and blushy, you absolutely wouldn't know what to tell him, your voice abandoning you as you look back at him with doe eyes, biting on the tip of your thumb. When you try to look away he takes your chin in his hand and steers your view back to him.
๐Ÿป"Remember my dear little zieskiet, we don't keep secrets me an you? Nah, we don't have no secrets..."
๐Ÿป He knows what you want and he's definitely just teasing you because his favourite thing in the whole world is to watch how you melt like butter for him. How you'll tell him anything he asks, do anything he asks, all he has to do is stroke your cheek and look you in the eyes.
๐Ÿป Honestly he thought he was cross with you for distracting him at a crucial moment but now he's face to face with you, now he's got one hand on your waist the other holding your neck delicately, all he wants to do is reward you for your bad behaviour...
๐Ÿป "Think you'd better pop yourself down over papa's lap..." you think he's going to spank you but when your eyes go wide he just chuckles, tells you not to look so worried...
๐Ÿป Fingers you within an inch of your life whilst you're laid across his lap and then makes you promise him that next time you want his attention you'll just ask.
๐Ÿป "Oh an poppet, promise me yeah, promise me you'll give me a little warning next time you try to play a trick like that... Don't like surprises me..." He's practically telling you to do it again.
๐Ÿป when hes finished with you he'll give you your underwear back and then watch you put it back on in front of him. You want to hate his triumphant little smirk but you're still shaking from your high and when you've done as he asked he welcomes you back into his arms for a cuddle and tells you (almost) all about how your little trick nearly interrupted a crucial business meeting.
Arthur
๐Ÿ‚ He had been about to kill a man. That he was sure of. Seething with rage, red in the face with a hatred burning in him, that infamous formidable temper hazing his mind, taking over so that in 30 seconds time he wouldn't be Arthur Shelby anymore. He'd be the animal he fought with every day.
๐Ÿ‚ He'd stormed through the house on Watery Lane to the cabinet he kept his guns but when he'd thrown the doors open, practically frothing at the mouth, eyes narrowed and searching only for a weapon with which to destroy the man in question... When he threw open those doors he found a pair of your silky panties artfully wrapped around the barrel of his firearm.
๐Ÿ‚ Suddenly the man in question was the last thing on his mind. His temper wasn't quelled, all that anger and adrenaline was still buzzing around inside his body... He needed an outlet, something or someone to take it out on, lay into... But he couldn't think of anyone else in that moment. Not now he'd seen your underwear. Not now he'd been graced by a flash of memory, your naked body spread beneath him, your eyes rolled back in ecstacy as he'd fucked you the night before...
๐Ÿ‚ So his attention was diverted and a man's life has inadvertantly been saved because now rather than vengeance Arthur is only hungry for you...
๐Ÿ‚ He spends a little time hunting you down, searching around the house and then around the town looking in all your usual haunts. However he finds you exactly where he wants you. Sitting in his chair at his desk in the office down the factory.
๐Ÿ‚ "You," he says when he sees you, his eyes narrowed on you as he takes in the sight of you. How pretty you are, how innocent you're trying to look. It drives him wild and he can barely control his breathing as he locks the door shut behind him and pulls down the blind, "fuckin stand up when I'm talkin to you sweetheart..." He growls snatching at your wrist, pulling you to your feet.
๐Ÿ‚ he's rough with you but honestly that's what you wanted... Arthur's always trying to be on his best behaviour around you and the idea of sparking his temper, of having him be a little rougher with you.. it excites you more than you want to admit.
๐Ÿ‚ he pushed you back against his desk until you're perched just on the edge and when he steps between your legs, your feet hovering just above his shoes, he takes his revolver out and points it at you. You're nervous, your breath catching in your throat as you look up at him with wide, not quite timid eyes. You're starting to wonder if you've bitten off more than you can chew.
๐Ÿ‚ he uses his gun to push your dress slowly up your thigh, you can't take your eyes off it, the cool metal on your skin shivering you, causing goosebumps to ripple over your arms.
๐Ÿ‚ "You are in so much trouble..." He growls, "you don't wanna know how much fuckin trouble you're in y/n... No you don't..."
๐Ÿ‚ "Fuckin look at me eh love, when I'm talkin to you you fuckin look at me..." You're so nervous and the way his voice comes out gravelly and thick with adrenaline, the way you can hear his rage in every word makes you scared you might have gone too far, that you really are in as much trouble as he says you are...
๐Ÿ‚ he uses the barrel of his gun to push your chin up holding it there digging into you to force you to look him in the eyes when he's talking to you. You're trembling with nerves and sexual desire and he can see both your fear and your lust right there on your face. "Not so innocent now are you darlin..." He growls as he rubs his rough hands up over your thighs pushing your dress right up to reveal you...underwearless, legs spread, the sheen of your arousal catching his eye.
๐Ÿ‚ he can't get his belt undone quick enough but when he's dropped his trousers around his ankles he grabs you almost violently pulling you towards the edge of the desk, entering you suddenly, the shock displaced with pleasure almost immediately as he growls into your ear and starts thrusting in and out of you quickly.
๐Ÿ‚ his movements are sharp and desperate and he's fucking you in a way he's never fucked you before. It's divine, exactly what you'd hoped for.
๐Ÿ‚ "y'see sunshine a man was gonna die tonight right, I was on my way to fuckin kill him when I found your little fuckin surprise..." He growls as he's fucking you, you're so dizzy with pleasure that all you can do is moan in response clutching at his hair for your dear life. Your legs squeezing his waist so tightly as you shake and he manoeuvres you on his cock.
๐Ÿ‚ "Fuck," he groans, "I was gonna fuckin kill him and these fuckin things were the only thing that stopped him yeah so I reckon that must make you some kind of fuckin angel... Doin god's work eh? What kind of angel goes round saving lives with her cunt eh?"
John
๐ŸŒผ Would be absolutely delighted. All his Christmases have come at once and he can't keep the grin off his face... can't and doesn't want to be subtle even if there's someone else in the office with him.
๐ŸŒผ In fact if there is someone else in the office with them he'll definitely flaunt the fact that his girlfriend's 'forgotten' her underwear. He's so childish'y smug about it and he can't wait to get home to you.
๐ŸŒผ He'd have them hung from his finger, slung over his shoulder as he leaves the office early, waving them in explanation when Isaiah shouts after him asking where he's going. Then as the office door swings shut behind him he'd tuck them into his pocket for safekeeping, whistling as he walks home.
๐ŸŒผ You have put him in such a good mood, theres a real spring in his step and his mind is buzzing with all the thoughts of what he'll do when he gets home to you.
๐ŸŒผ he'll come in having decided he's going to tease you, play a little trick on you. He'll call through the house for you with a real urgent tone to his voice as if something is seriously the matter...
๐ŸŒผ and when he finds you sitting in the nursery with one of your friends and the children he'll put on this grave expression, apologise to your friend and send them away.
๐ŸŒผ "I'm really sorry sweetheart but this can't wait and I need y/n," "God what's the matter John, the family? Is everything okay?" You'd be so worried asking him all sorts of questions but he wouldn't give you an answer until your friend has hurried out the door and you've put the little one in their crib.
๐ŸŒผ then he'd turn to you, still with those serious, worrisome eyes, he'd place both hands on your cheeks and hold you carefully, looking as if he were about to break the worst news... "I'm sorry for ruining your day flower, if it could have waited you know I would have waited..."
๐ŸŒผ you're almost panicking now getting more and more anxious by the second, "John what is it just tell me what's happened!" You beg and just like that he relaxes, grin spread across his face as he shrugs.
๐ŸŒผ "Oh nothing major, don't fret flower... You just forgot these is all..." He says with a cheeky grin as he takes the underwear from his pocket and dangles them in front of your face by the tip of his fingers. He looks so unbelievably proud of himself you could honestly slap him.
๐ŸŒผ if he wasn't so attractive you would definitely slap him... Instead you just stare back at him in disbelief, you try to get annoyed with him, "For fuck sake John you scared me!" You exclaim but you can't finish the sentence without letting out a little giggle.
๐ŸŒผ "So..." He says lowering his voice, getting closer to you, his hand on your hip pulling your body in close to his, "if you left your underwear in my office this morning..." He starts, his breath warm on your cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear, "what're you wearin under this dress?" "Why don't you take it off me and find out..."
๐ŸŒผ So then he realises you definitely didn't just forget your underwear. The naive 'ad had kind of thought it a mistake, hadn't really thought you capable of playing such a wicked little trick but now he's realised your games, how you're more trickst than he'd first imagined he's actually very proud of the fact.
๐ŸŒผ he'd pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and carry you to the bedroom, throwing you down on the bed where he'd crawl above you, looking down at you full of pride and mischief.
๐ŸŒผ "So you were playin tricks with me were you flower?" He'd ask, his tone making you squirm and giggle, making you feel teenage and playful and like you might be in the best kind of trouble. You'd try to wriggle away from him, he's got that look in his eyes like he's about to either tickle you to death or fuck you hard and you can't tell which...
๐ŸŒผ "hang on a minute flower where dya think you're going?" He chuckles stopping you going anywhere with just his hand on your shoulder pushing you into the mattress.
๐ŸŒผ uses your underwear to tie your hands behind your back so you can't escape him. Then fucks you until you're exhausted, your hips aching from having your legs spread for so long... But you've come so many times you have that warm, all over tingle and when you finally collapse into eachothers arms you can't wipe the smiles off your faces.
๐ŸŒผ it's going to start some kind of game between you, the two of you trying to outdo one another with mischievous little acts. But John always loves it whenever you leave something intimate of yours in his office and now you know you'll be rewarded for it you do it more often.
Bonnie
๐Ÿ€ You'd been in his dressing room with him before his big fight, wishing him good luck. You always worry about him before he goes into the ring but you're also really proud of him, and there's something about being alone with him in the changing rooms before he goes out that really turns you on.
๐Ÿ€ You run your hands over his chest, taking in the sight of him unscathed for the last time, and try to contain your desire. You find him so attractive when he's in the ring and you always let him know. It boost his ego and makes him walk out there twice as cocky.
๐Ÿ€When you kiss him goodbye you give him a real, deep snog, one hand in his hair, the other hanging your lace black underwear from the gym peg behind your boys head. You want him to have a surprise for when he returns later triumphant.
๐Ÿ€ He doesnt notice them when he's leaving for the ring, too in the zone, focussing and firing himself up - and your kiss certainly helped fire him up.
๐Ÿ€All through the fight you're cheering him on just as you always would and Bonnie feels absolutely champion even when he's on the recieving end of a few nasty blows. He knows his little dove is in the crowd watching him and that makes him fight twice as hard because he loves showing off to you.
๐Ÿ€ When Bonnie wins the fight you're delighted, you jump out of your seat and scream triumphantly for him. Blowing him a kiss when he looks over to you, his bloody grin far more attractive than it should be.
๐Ÿ€ When he returns to the changing room victorious he's greeted by the Peaky Blinders and his dad, all of them congratulating him. Tommy is very impressed with his work and wants to discuss the next match with him but when something catches Bonnie's eye he follows the younger lads gaze and smirks, rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
๐Ÿ€Because Bonnie is blushing a deep shade of red. The poor boy is so surprised he's speechless and Tommy can tell Bonnie hasn't heard a word of what's been said since he clocked your underwear hanging from that peg by the benches.
๐Ÿ€"Alright lads c'mon lets leave our champion to cool off eh, looks to me like he's expecting company..." Tommy is still smirking and his overly casual tone as he draws everyone's attention to the underwear in question makes poor Bonnie even more embarrassed and awkward.
๐Ÿ€There's a lump in his throat he's struggling to swallow down and all he can think about is you. He manages to stammer out a goodbye, promises to meet them in an hour down the garrison but Arthur laughs and shakes his head, "Nah you won't," he grins, "nah you fucking won't!"
๐Ÿ€And Arthur's right, the only thing Bonnie will be doing in an hour's time is well, you.
๐Ÿ€He is so turned on by your little trick that when he sees you he can barely contain his desire for you. He's usually pretty bad after a fight, all that adrenaline coursing through his veins but today he's even more fired up than usual and when you slip into his changing rooms and find him alone, he's got his hands on you in seconds.
๐Ÿ€he does not want to wait for you to clean him up like you usually do and when you take a warm cloth and begin dabbing at his bloody lip and the cut on his brow he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down into his lap, grinning and teasing you, kissing your cheek and nuzzling into you, making it very difficult for you to do your job.
๐Ÿ€You giggle trying to brush him off, though secretly really enjoying seeing how desperate for you he is.
๐Ÿ€"Bonnie sit still, you're making this really difficult," you smile trying to dab at his brow, missing because he's ducked his head to kiss your neck and has already begun to undo the laces that hold your dress together at the back. His nimble fingers are making quick work of loosening them and you know you need to clean him up quickly because the second he's slipped your sleeves from your shoulders you're doomed.
๐Ÿ€And in the end Bonnie wins and you're forced to accept that you'll just have to wait to clean him up later. He's got other plans for you just now.
๐Ÿ€Will hold you down in his lap, a really energetic needy fuck before lifting you up and fucking your roughly against the wall. Even though he's going hard he still manages to be careful with you, making sure to hold your head in his hand to stop you bashing it against the wall etc...
๐Ÿ€He doesn't tire quickly and honestly, your little surprise has given him more of a rush than winning that fight.
๐Ÿ€Neither of you make it to the Garrison for those drinks and poor bonnie winds up on the recieving end of a lot of ribbing from the other lads. Whenever they bring it up he blushes and gets embarrassed but no matter how many times they ask he never shares the details of what happened after they left.
Isaiah
๐Ÿ€ Is quietly impressed by your devious little game. He sees them in the drawer strewn artfully over his revolver and he smirks, closing the drawer shut again as if he hasn't even seen them.
๐Ÿ€ He's biding his time see, playing the long game, dragging the desire out for as long as he can. He wants to wait long enough that you will have forgotten all about it. Or at least until you've come to the disappointing conclusion that he found your little surprise and didn't care about it, wasn't even remotely bothered by it...
๐Ÿ€ And when weeks go by without him so much as mentioning them, without him even hinting at having found the little gift you left for him that's the conclusion that you come to. That he wasn't bothered, that he thought it was embarrassing and childish, that he doesn't even want to mention it because he thought it was classless and foolish and he'd rather forget all about it.
๐Ÿ€ Meanwhile Isaiah is enjoying having your underwear in his drawer at work, whenever he has to reach in his drawer for his revolver he feels the black lacy pants there too and smirks. He can't wait to remind you about your naughty little trick... When he's bored at work he opens the drawer to look at them and imagine what he's going to do with you when he finally makes his move.
๐Ÿ€ And then just as you've vowed you'll never make a stupid mistake like that again, just when you've decided never to behave so foolishly again... He'll have a surprise for you all of his own...
๐Ÿ€ One night when it's just the two of you, in his room, fucking he catches you out.
๐Ÿ€ He's on top, his cock deep inside you and your eyes are closed, your lips parted as he fucks you hard, you're right on the edge, your body shivering beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets as you roll over into an orgasm.
๐Ÿ€ And then when you moan he shoves your underwear into your open mouth and shocks you with them.
๐Ÿ€ Your eyes open wide in shock uncertain what he's just put in your mouth and when he leans down, his nose brushing yours, his eyes lit up with mischief, clearly very pleased with himself, and grins down at you, "you lose these?" You feel your cheeks flush crimson. But you can't hide or look away because he's got you pinned down and he's still fucking you, his hands either side of your head, arms rippling.
๐Ÿ€ All you can do is look up at him, and because you can't shy away, because you're forced to face up to the moment you're forced to acknowledge how much it turns you on... So your only response when he talks to you is your needy moans.
๐Ÿ€ "Whats the matter mousy, did you think I'd just thrown them out?"
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ he will tease you about it relentlessly, loves trying to embarrass you, likes watching you go bright red. But in reality he loves this naughty side of you and he wants to encourage it, so when you threaten him one day, "if you keep teasing me I shan't do it again," he backtracks very fast.
Michael
โ˜˜๏ธ In New York, you're his other woman and you're jealous. Hes been spending far too much time with Gina lately, sure you know they're the real deal, you're just his honey on the side but still... You should still get a taste of your man every once in awhile.
โ˜˜๏ธ So you slip them between a stack of invoices and stock reports and send them up to his office. You may or may not be aware that his Gina is up there with him. That he's all snowed up, and she's going to be the one who takes the invoices and starts to filter through them...
โ˜˜๏ธShe's probably the one who phones up for you... Michael doesn't even realise whats going on until Gina has welcomed you into the office, studying you, asessing how much of a threat to her relationship you really are...
โ˜˜๏ธ But when Michael sees you he panics, swallows a lump in his throat and scrambles to sit up and start paying attention..
โ˜˜๏ธ "Whats this about love?" he says to Gina, "whats y/n doing here?" "Oh so you do know her name... Congratulations honey I guess you're more than just one of his whores huh?"
โ˜˜๏ธ you feel a little bit like you've walked into a trap, like you've made a bed you're not actually capable of lying in, you're hardly even paying Michael any attention now, it's Gina who's your main concern. She invited you up here... What does she want with you? She certainly isn't looking at you like she's looking for a fight...
โ˜˜๏ธ She's watching you expectantly, waiting for either you or Michael to speak up. Then she takes your underwear and tosses them to Michael who is so surprised by them that he drops them.
โ˜˜๏ธ "What do you think honey, you think he remembers who they belong to? Tell us Michael baby, are they mine or are they hers..."
โ˜˜๏ธ Michael would he totally speechless, he's looking between the two of you, thinking that this is some conspiracy against him but you're just as stunned as he is and you kind of feel like turning and running out of the door.
โ˜˜๏ธ but when you make your excuses to leave and try to back out of the door, thinking it best to leave them to their inevitable fight Michael calls after you... "Y/N wait..." which makes Gina laugh.
โ˜˜๏ธ "Yeah honey don't go," she says licking her lips wickedly, "the funs only just getting started..." She says teasingly, her eyes glowing with lust... But who for you can't tell anymore?
โ˜˜๏ธ When she catches your hand in hers and tugs you back into the office your breath catches in your throat. But what she whispers in your ear leaves you speechless, your heart racing.
โ˜˜๏ธ "C'mon y/n kiss me, let's see what he does next hmm?"
โ˜˜๏ธ It would be an evening you will never forget.. Gina was only really dragging you into it so that she could get your measure, wanting to work out exactly how much of a threat you were... Wanting to use you to torment Michael. If he's fucking you then she wants to he too, he can't possibly be allowed to have something she hasn't got.
โ˜˜๏ธAnd although Michael is quietly livid with you in the moment he can't control his own lust, his anger taken out on you when he lies you down on his desk and fucks you hard, your head between Gina's legs whilst she rides your mouth and smokes a cigarette casual as you like.
โ˜˜๏ธ after that whenever you or Gina feel like a bit of fun you send your underwear up and down to one another slipped between memos. The three of you spend a lot of time in that office snowed up and fucking.
โ˜˜๏ธ and although Michaels more than happy with the new arrangement he still makes sure to get you alone so that he can punish you for being so reckless.
โ˜˜๏ธ he will bend you over his lap and spank you making you apologise with tears in your eyes as you promise never to be so careless again.
โ˜˜๏ธ You will however be that careless again and he'll be more than happy with the consequences.
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