#satisfy your taste

[imagineandimagine]

Satisfy your taste, chapter 3

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x You

Warnings: Slightly sexual content. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next time?” he asked with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bastard!” the tall man shot back.

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing,” he breathed.

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

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

“Hmmm? What was that?” you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

[markantonys]

reddit:

literally every other WOT viewer in the world:

[ehay]

[basingstokemercury]

Serious question what's up with everyone making fun of country nowadays and invoking tropes I don't think I've even seen

"it's backwards and conservative" Do you have any familiarity with Johnny Cash? An activist for Native American rights whose iconic image is the Man In Black as a symbol for the disadvantaged? The songs Folsom Prison Blues? Man In Black? And I know Tumblr loves Dolly Parton as a person, for good reason - 9 To 5, her signature workers' rights protest, isn't quite country, but most of her discography is.

"it's too religious" Fair - several musically excellent songs lean too heavily into Christian themes for me to enjoy as a Jew (though I'm sure Christian audiences love them, progressive ones too). But many of those religious songs evoke more universally applicable ideas of brotherhood, hope, and justice - and are those really things worthy of mockery?

"the emotions are shallow" I See A Darkness is one of the most authentic portrayals of depression in music I know of. Many country songs have themes of love, heartbreak, and drama/tragedy - but those are common to music across nearly all genres, even if specific songs don't land for everyone.

At the end of the day it's just a music genre, yes, but one that does have emotional significance for many people, cultural significance for many others, and as much diversity in content and performer talent as any genre of entertainment.

And it's not very fun to have cherished childhood memories and music that genuinely resonates with you mocked just about everywhere you turn aside from people who are actually fans of it.

[edrurysz]

╰ ☾ ₊  ⸻ @lvscinvs uttered ❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞ + on a rug in front of a fireplace | sugar & spice

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐔𝐆 made a wedding gift most fine. Helaena's breath had caught when she'd first seen it, so stunned had she been. She had immediately loved it, and even wished to have a sister to the piece commissioned. What is said of the Myrish craftsmen must be true, she had thought; they weave with fingers skilled enough to breathe life into the very tapestry itself.

Mother had found it to be in ill taste. She had insisted that a hunting scene, especially one so graphically depicted, had hardly been fit for the occasion. If treasures were to be brought from so far, why not the famed lace Myr was known for, or a looking glass?

Helaena did not need more lace, nor did she desire another looking glass. Surely neither could contend with the savage grace of the shadowcat prowling the woven scenes, she had insisted. For the beast gave pursuit most fearsome, with its loping strides and looming, dark shape and horrid white teeth. And while the cat always caught Helaena's gaze first, the fleeing mare was just as worthy of adoration. She, with her haircoat as white as driven snow and slender legs and spiraling horn of crystal. Even when her neck was finally caught between the predator's teeth, her eyes did not seem to be wide and afraid. She looked to be almost asleep as her throat ran crimson; her horn had driven into the shadowcat's flank in turn. She must have been at peace, knowing that they would die together, locked in a final embrace. How awful, and how wonderful ! Helaena had proclaimed.

That had been the end of that. Now it resides before the grand fireplace in her chambers, its beauty lit stunningly by the roaring of the flames. Many an hour has Helaena lost in quiet contemplation of the textile. Long, morbid hours in which she considered what it might feel like for her own flesh to be opened, to spill forth the rubies set in the rug instead of blood.

Never before had she thought to view it from this vantage point.

With her head turned like this, Helaena now meets the mare's serene gaze directly. Her own silvery hair spools under her and bleeds outward in starburst-tendrils, mussed curls covering much of the artwork. The length of her body and gaping dressing gown goes a ways towards obscuring the rest. Yet the mare still peers at Helaena, now turned voyeur.

A shiver passes through her. The cause is as much from being watched as it is Aemond above her, around her, nearly pressed inside her. Certainly, it is not from being too cold. The fireplace roars so close that sweat gathers between and under her tenderly reddened breasts, her thighs tacking against her brother's sides. It is a comforting heat that she craves, and as intimate as any coupling. She can swear that the fire licks at her so.

"Then have me. As many times as you'd like," she whispers back, for it seems a moment for them. She turns to meet Aemond's downturned face, and finds that the stark shadows have completely hidden the good side of it. His scar is turned monstrous by flame, looking so deep and so ugly that Helaena wonders how it ever stopped weeping. As ever, she does not flinch from it.

The sapphire fitted for his ruined socket glimmers wickedly. She wants badly to feel the facets with her fingers, the same way she craves to explore the exquisitely torn throat of the mare. Gently, as she would not wish to hurt him. The world has treated him with hands far too cruel.

Helaena resists the urge to ask the boon. She loves the blooming thing cradled between them almost as much as she thrills at the heat of him against her core, and she would loathe to ruin it. The tip of him merely kisses at her entrance, held just away from her enough to make her ache for the fullness he can grant her. She could cry for want of it.

A thought takes her, then. The fire is maddening, speaking, burning through her. She knows what Aemond plays at, what he desires most, and what may move him to end her torment. "But do it, before the flame dies down. Dragons need the heat to hatch, yes? Fill me, and give me dragons."

[dragonji]

cooked my moms recipe for slow-cooker pork chops in mushroom gravy tonight and while it came out pretty different from how she makes it it is still So Fucking Good .

[kiwiplaetzchen]

If you can cream it — you can dream it 😊

[roses-red-and-pink]

Some random YouTube short: did you know I used to eat sushi thinking it was healthy, but then I discovered it had as many calories as white bread??! So now I just wrap my sushi fish in vegetables and lettuce and it tastes the exact same but healthi—-

Me: no! NO! Quit telling people it tastes the same!! It doesn’t! Eat your sushi !! Quit. Denying. Yourself. Good. Food. And for goodness sakes, quit telling people the healthier option tastes the same. Last I checked a lettuce wrap doesn’t taste like a California roll.

[ashtcnirwin]

if each 5sos album was some sort of food, be it a singular item like a vegetable or a loaf of bread, or a wholeass dish, or anything in between, what do you think it would it be?

[hecksupremechips]

Teehee I got hugged today 🥰

[imagineandimagine]

Satisfy Your Taste chapter 4

Pairing: You x Alfie Solomons

Warning: A bunch of inuendoes. ;)

You stood up clumsily when you saw Tommy approaching the two of you, you almost tripped over something but Tommy moved quickly and grabbed you by the arm to prevent you from falling.

The expression on Tommy’s face was grim, “We have unfinished business, but let’s discuss that another time.” Tommy looked Alfie over “Perhaps you should cool off first Mr Solomons. Neither of you seem to be in an appropriate state to discuss such matters.” He added mockingly.

Alfie couldn’t exactly stand up without proving Tommy right, “Soon.” He said with a nod.

Tommy gestured for you to follow him,“Y/N.” he said as he gently pushed you forward, still holding onto your arm.

You looked back to give Alfie a reassuring smile, Alfie tried to hide his irritation by smiling back at you.

-

You sat in Tommy’s car, embarrassed about being caught in such a compromising position but you also felt like Tommy was overreacting. You tried to explain that it was all a joke and you were getting back at him for before.

Tommy did not say a word during the entire car ride as he white knuckled the steering wheel.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you realized that Tommy had brought you to his house.

You crossed your arms over your chest when Tommy opened the door for you. “Take me home.” You huffed.

Tommy was having none of your attitude, without a single word, he picked you up bridal style and carried you inside his house.

You screamed and kicked, but it was all in vain, “Hey! You can’t do this! This is kidnapping!” you screamed causing some of the servants to run and see what was going on.

With a whistle and a single jerk of his head Tommy signaled for everyone not to interfere.

You continued to scream your head off as he carried you upstairs .

He dropped you onto the bed in one of the guest rooms. “Get some rest.” he said coldly.

The entire situation was over the top, your head was pounding and you were loopy from all the alcohol. There were many things you wanted to say to Tommy but in your state all you managed to blurt out was, “Why are you doing this?”

Tommy stopped with his hand on the door handle, “I’m keeping an eye on you, so you don’t do anything stupid.” He said before he shut the door behind him.

At that point, you were too tired and too drunk to make any attempts at an escape, so you staggered towards the bathroom to get ready for the night.

-

The next day you woke up with a killer headache.

You walked downstairs to get yourself a glass of water but when you passed Tommy’s office you heard shouting and another voice…Alfie.

More shouting.

Despite your splitting headache you decided to enter the office to see what was going on. The moment you walked in you saw Tommy and Alfie pointing their guns at each other.

The two men noticed you come in but that did not make them put their guns away.

You looked back and forth at the two of them, “What is going on? Put the guns down.”

But neither of them moved.

You had no other choice, so you stood between them.

Tommy clenched his jaw, “Step aside y/n.”

You gave Tommy a tired look, “Please, it’s too early in the morning for this.” you said trying to deescalate the situation.

Alfie spoke up, “Let’s not do this in front of her.”

Tommy was silent for a moment, “I agree.” he said with defeat in his voice.

The two men slowly put their guns down.

Tommy put his gun back in the drawer and looked up at Alfie, “You should go.”

Alfie tipped his hat but as he did, he discreetly winked at you before he walked out.

You smiled at him, keeping your back to Tommy so he wouldn’t notice.

The moment Alfie was outside, Tommy spoke up. “Are you keeping something from me?”

You forced yourself not to smirk at the question as you turned around to face him with a serious expression on your face “Please don’t start.”

Tommy lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair,“You’re avoiding the question. So that’s a ‘yes’ “

“It’s nothing that concerns you or the business” you tried to make a save but it wasn’t very successful.

Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Y/N…we really need to have a talk about what has been going on with you and Alfie, but right now I need you ready for another business meeting with Luca.”

You scrunched your nose “That guy?! Again? Why do you insist on doing business with him? He is just so… so…” you were trying to think of a more polite term for the word ‘creepy’.

Tommy let out another heavy sigh, “ I’m sorry it’s so out of the blue but I literally got the call an hour ago and then Alfie suddenly arrived...it doesn’t matter. Just get yourself ready. He’ll be here soon.”

You cursed under your breath as you turned around to run upstairs.

Tommy called out to you before you made it to the door, “Oh, and Y/N….”

You looked back at Tommy who seemed to be smirking at you, ”Yes?”

“Don’t fall in love with this one too.” He teased.

A moment later he had to duck in order to dodge the shoe you threw at him.

-

You tried not to look tense but every meeting with Luca was a stressful one. He was being difficult per usual, bargaining over every little thing, always insisting on having the next meeting in some restaurant or changing the subject to some mundane things like, ”Do you find tall men attractive Miss y/n?” or commenting on your shoes and that you had “Such pretty feet.”  Constantly blowing smoke in your face as he spoke. It was as if he wasn’t there to do business at all, it was like he was only having these meetings to annoy the both of you and waste your time.

After two hours of this, you just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed a breather so you excused yourself to get everyone a cup of coffee.

When you asked Luka what kind of coffee he liked, he answered with, “Oh…I’ll have the same thing you’re having my sweet.” He said as he licked his upper lip.

It took a lot of willpower not to cringe in his face.

When you were out of earshot Luca leaned in towards Tommy, “Regarding what I said last time. My offer still stands.” He gave Tommy a knowing look.

Tommy extinguished his cigarette, “And my answer still stands. Not interested.”

Luca wasn’t giving up that easily, “Maybe you should ask her.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Tommy answered through gritted teeth.

Luca smiled mischievously, “Then maybe I should ask her.”

Tommy looked at Luca with disgust, “I’m pretty sure her answer to that question would be a lot more violent than mine.”

“So what you’re saying is… she’s a feisty one. I like women like that. Makes it more challenging,“ he chuckled “Oh, come on…are you sure you can’t arrange a private meeting with Miss y/n…”

Tommy cut in, “I already told you…”

That’s when you entered the room, carrying a tray with steaming cups of coffee but before you even put the tray down Tommy spoke up, “Mr Changretta was just leaving.” At those words Tommy’s men straightened their posture and casually rested their hands on their firearms.

Luca did not seemed too phased by this, “I would greatly appreciate it if you reconsidered my proposal Mr Shelby. In fact, I insist that you do.” He said putting on his coat.

Tommy simply answered with a stern “Good-bye, Mr Changretta.”

“Miss y/n. I hope to see you very soon.” Luca tipped his hat and exited with his men.

You sat down across from Tommy, “That sounded ominous.” you said grabbing a cup.

Tommy had a grim expression on his face, “Changretta wanted to take you to some soiree tomorrow. Considering your general attitude towards him and the fact that I wouldn’t be able to protect you in case anything went awry, I decided to tell him that you were not interested in his proposition.”

You quickly sat the cup back on the table so you wouldn’t drop it, as the colour drained from your face, “A Soiree… Tomorrow?”

Tommy noticed that something wasn’t right, “Was I wrong? Did you actually want to go with him?” he arched his brow.

“No! Of course not! Don’t be silly.” you appeared calm, but internally you were screaming.

Tommy wanted to push the subject further but in the end he decided not to, mainly because he was feeling guilty. He tried to convince himself that he was protecting you. The truth was that what Chagretta wanted a lot more than just a little outing to a soiree, and Tommy knew that it wasn’t something you were willing to give. Tommy was starting to reconsider whether concealing the entire truth was the right thing to do.

The both of you sat there in silence, nursing the cups of coffee that were quickly getting cold.

Author's note: This chapter was quite short, but in order to keep my sanity intact I really needed to post something today. There definitely wasn't enough Alfie, so I promise to make it up to you guys in the next chapter. ;) All I can say is: Alfie really misses you. Who knows if he'll be able to contain himself when he sees you again.

Feedback is always greatly appreciated. :)

[tenitchyfingers]

Alright so I finally did finish watching the thing and.. yeah, it’s kinda rushed in the last episode. The last episode could have really benefited from being split in 2 and from the story breathing a little bit more, but overall? Holy shit. Holy shit. What a great fucking job @ everyone involved.

[tothechaos]

your post getting popular on tumblr will get gimmick blogs you didnt know could exist in your notes

[solarismp3]

I will probably sound like a hater but I’m so sick and tired of white gays asking ppl to play beyonce and Rihanna at every show!!! Do you actually even like black music? Today I was dj’ing with a friend back to back. All we did was play black music. From the Caribbean islands to ampiano to house to techno to city girls to Sade everything on earth except for Rihanna and beyonce and you can’t enjoy yourself? You can’t listen to nigga music if it’s not by these two billionary women who are lowkey removed from the spaces of the everyday lives of black people? You can seriously only listen to these two ppl? And even fucking afrobeat the most saturated genre atm you can’t enjoy that? Actually kys

[countlessrealities]

@dynamoprotocol sent: CLARISSA AND RICK B-B-BINGO Ship bingo || Accepting !

[[ Rick and Clarissa are The Shit™ and no, people, you can't change my mind! xD I got attached to them super fast, which is pretty rare for me, but how could I not? They just click so well, fit so well...in all their possible shades. It's so interesting to explore both their unhealthy but still sincere attachment to each other and the pain that they end up inflicting to each other. ]]

[[ I love the comparisons between how they used to be and how they are now. How their carefree, passionate, codependent romance turns into a wave of resentment and bitterness, even before the break up. It's like watching a car crash happening slow motion. Not to mention that seeing them still so affected by each other, even after almost a decade, is fascinating. They just have to see each other or get a bad text from each other, and their day instantly goes to shit xD ]]

[[ And these are just some of the things I truly enjoy of their dynamic. There is so much to explore, between their individual pasts, where their reunion arc could lead, how Rick would fit in Clarissa's life if they end up being at least civil with each other, and also how Clarissa would fit with the Smith family. And so much more! ]]

[rosicheeks]

Omg hii!! 💜

I need to thank you glows been so much fun! I’ve basically been playing since you sent the recommendation, and now I’m gonna be home sick for a few days (finally got Covid…oops)

If you haven’t played it yet you should try cozy grove! It’s my other fav game rn but it’s more paced so you sometimes have to wait for the next day!

Anyways, thanks again, and lemme know if you end up trying cozy grove 🥰🥰🥰 hope you have a fantastic week!!