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warnersister · 4 months

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“The silent treatment” Alfie Solomons x Reader

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

You can’t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.

You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. “Where are you going?” You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. “You can’t just stop an argument by not talking.” You didn’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.

“Ziskeit, the silent treatment isn’t the way to go about this.” 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 didn’t live with your husband of three years.

“Poppet-” click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfie’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 he’d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. “Look treacle I don’t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.” He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.

Again, you’d pushed it off. “Fucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.” He’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, he’d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity he’d bought you for your last birthday. He’d walked over and pecked your cheek. “Morning ziskeit” he said and you said nothing, didn’t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Still doing that are we.”

He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. “Real mature of you this, poppet.” He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. “Knew I’d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didn’t realise I’d married a little girl.” He tugged the hair sharply. “Perhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?” You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment he’d thought he’d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle he’d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldn’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 you’d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. “Only girls who use their manners get fed.” 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. “Hmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?” 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 “if you just say please” to which you’d throw the jar in the bin. Or when you’d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist “I’ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.” And you’d jump down.

And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. “Please loves, just need to hear your voice I’m sorry.” He’d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. “Right-” he’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 “let’s see how long you can stay fucking quiet”

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mlmxreader · 10 months

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My Bloke | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! Last one for the day, I promise.

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know" + "Don't roll your eyes at me" + "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out?"

For Alfie Solomons with a male!reader or nonbinary reader.

Thank you again and please feel free to ignore the spam of asks, seriously I'm really sorry if they get irritating!

🐍anon

summary: Alfie can be unpredictable and violent when he wants to be, especially when it comes to other people looking at his husband.

tws: violence/threats, gun threats, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness

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Sitting on Alfie's lap, you were quite happy as you flicked through the morning papers; it wasn't rare for you to do so, the same as it wasn't rare to find Alfie sitting on your lap as he went through the day's dealings before he left the office and went home.

But today was slightly different. Alfie's grip on you wasn't to keep you steady, it was possessive, holding you rightly against him as he clenched his jaw and glared at the man sat opposite the desk. The complete stranger, eyeing up his own fucking husband.

Alfie couldn't allow it as he pulled you back against him, you didn't seem to care, turning your head slightly as you welcomed the harsh and possessive kiss. Alfie could always be unpredictable when dealing with other gangsters, you had long grown used to it, and when the kiss was over, you went back to reading your papers.

"Mister Solomons," the other man started, his eyes not leaving your body for even a second as he slowly licked his lips. "I, uhm, I'm here on, uhm, behalf of uh-"

"Fuckin' spit it out already," Alfie huffed. "Or I will fuckin' shoot you right between the eyes."

"Revolver's in the drawer to your left," you told him without looking up. "Bullets are behind the pen ink."

Alfie grabbed the gun, and only let go of you so he could load it, his grip back on you as he cocked the hammer and pointed it at the other man, raising his brows. "Why the fuck are you eyein' up my bloke? Huh? Did your mum never tell you not to touch what don't belong to you?"

The other man soon enough scampered off, thoroughly scared as he apologised profusely. Alfie huffed, unloading the gun and putting it back. He gently tugged your papers away from you.

"Yes?" You hummed.

"Fuckin' hated the way he looked at you," he grumbled, coaxing you to sit with your chest against his, your hands on his shoulders as he gripped your thighs. "Don't anyone outside of Camden have any manners?"

You grinned as you shrugged. "Guess not… but, guess what."

"What?"

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know," you mused. "Reminds me of a bloke I served with in the war."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he were a Captain," you started, "strong. Handsome. Always wrote to his mother. Course, he didn't have a nice and neat beard like you, but he was good."

"Uh-huh," Alfie dared to smile. He loved it when you did that. "Did this Captain, by any chance, happen to be the one that managed to find real coffee in the Winter of sixteen?"

"He was," you confirmed with a smile and a nod. "Do you know him?"

"No," Alfie teased, coaxing you onto his desk and standing between your spread legs. "But I know a bloke who did. Besides… you don't want a Captain, do you, mate?"

You shook your head, tugging at his shirt. "I prefer a gangster who gets jealous of every little thing."

"Then you're in luck," he whispered, bringing his face to your neck, his lips just and just touching the sensitive skin as he smiled. "Ain't you, lad?"

You nodded. "Maybe I am."

"Oi," he warned, pulling away and playfully glaring at you. Laughing when you rolled your eyes in the same manner. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Sergeant. I'll have you court martialed for it."

"How you gonna court martial me, Captain Solomons?"

Gently, Alfie tugged you closer. "However the fuck you want me to, Sergeant Solomons."

You had to admit, you did strike gold with Alfie. It wasn't the jealousy, it wasn't the fact that he was unpredictable or that you had been through an entire war together.

It was that he made you laugh. He made you laugh, and he made you smile; you never once feared that he would have a violent outburst directed at you. Never. He made you feel safe, he always had done.

When he wasn't at home during business meetings, you couldn't sleep; you had to have him near. It's why you spent so much time at the office, as even though you were his right-hand man, you didn't really have any reason to stick around outside of the occasional meeting that required the both of you.

But you still did, because you enjoyed being in his presence.

Even if he was doing invoices and all that shit that you didn't understand, you could always find a newspaper or something to read while you lounged around in his office.

Just being near him was enough, you didn't have to be doing the exact same thing at all times. That didn't matter.

Just as you didn't sleep if he wasn't around, Alfie never finished a cup of coffee or slept on the left hand side of the bed when you weren't there; coffee made by others didn't taste as good, and the left hand side of the bed had always been your side.

He never slept on the left side, even if he was a thousand miles away. He never slept on the left side. For all of his faults, Alfie loved you in the smallest and biggest ways he possibly could; he loved you as much as he could, the same as you loved him the same.

He loved you with everything that he could, and when he caught your gaze, he couldn't help himself as he gently and slowly kissed you. Making you laugh when his beard tickled your skin so softly.

"Y'know, I ain't got another meetin' all day, and Ollie's fuckin' around somewhere so he can look after this shit," Alfie admitted.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out? Just me and you, yeah?"

You grinned as you gently raked a hand through his hair. "Dorsia?"

"Dorsia," Alfie agreed. "Nothin' but the best for my bloke. Go get your coat, I'll get me stick and we'll fuck off down to Dorsia for the afternoon."

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fandom-puff · 6 months

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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

“There’s a good girl,”

Alfie’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. “Doing so well, pet,” he murmured, sucking a mark into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Such a good, good fucking girl for me,”

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 weren’t willing to throw in the towel just yet. You could feel your own wetness smeared on your neck and chest, transferred from Alfie’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.

“Think you’re ready for my cock?”

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 it… about four orgasms ago. “Please,” you whispered again. “Please, need it, Alf, please!”

“So pretty when you beg, darlin’,” 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. “Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?”

When you nodded eagerly, he grinned, pushing forward, stretching you out in a way his fingers never could. “Fuck… good girl, YN, love… take my cock so well, you do,” You moaned, already trying to rock your hips up and down, eager for him to ruin your overstimulated cunt. “My good little pet, drunk on my cock,” 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. “Fuck… good girl,” he praised, and smirked as you tried to wriggle away. “But I’m not done with this perfect cunt just yet,”

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daisyblog · 11 months

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The X Factor Audition

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN auditions for The X Factor and is completely shocked when she is put together in a band, with five other boys.

From a young age, YN was always trying to entertain others. She would make up plays to perform in front of her family, sing along to the radio with her father whilst in the car and once she was able to there was a guitar glued to her hands.

So it was no surprise to her family that when she turned eighteen, she wanted to audition for The X Factor. So on a summer morning in June, along with her parents and younger brother, Alfie, YN travelled to her audition in London from her hometown in Brighton.

Once they arrived at ExCeL London, YN was given a strip of paper with her unique audition on it from a crew member and was instructed to wait in the long line. Despite rehearsing the song for what felt like a million times, YN's hands began to feel sweaty and the butterflies in her tummy were erratic.

"Take a deep breath darling" Rose, YN's Mum encouraged "You're going to blow them away"

"Maybe I should audition with you?" YN's dad, Miles joked.

"You'd empty the arena Miles" Rose teased her husband.

"Even if it doesn't go okay...I'll still be proud of you YN" Alfie sweetly interrupted.

"Aww Alfs...c'mere" YN pulled her brother into a cuddle.

After waiting outside in the queue for what felt like days, they were now backstage in a smaller line waiting for YN's turn.

Once YN had been told it was her turn, her family pulled her in for good luck hugs and words of encouragement, before she followed the crew member to the stage. Standing on the allocated mark, she took a deep breath before she spoke to the four judges in front of her.

"Hi" YN manages to say as she takes a deep breath and holds the black microphone in her hand. This is the moment she's been waiting for.

Hi lovely..what's your name and where are you from?" Cheryl asks.

"Uh..I'm YN and I'm from Brighton" YN nervously answers into the microphone.

"And what do you do YN?" Louis speaks.

"I'm in college, studying music"

"Interesting..what are you going to sing for us today?" Simon asks with a stern look.

"Chasing Pavements" YN answered confidently.

"Adele" Simon stated, "Are you sure?" clearly doubting her already.

"More than sure"

"Good luck" Simon nodded his head for her to start. The track begins to play as YN holds the microphone to her mouth.

I've made up my mind Don't need to think it over If I'm wrong, I am right Don't need to look no further This ain't lust I know this is love, but

YN glances at the judges and see's Cheryl smiling and Louis nodding his head, but Simon's expression was hard to read.

If I tell the world I'll never say enough 'Cause it was not said to you And that's exactly what I need to do If I end up with you

As the music built up for the chorus, YN had this boost of confidence as the crowd cheered and began to move around the stage.

Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place, should I leave it there? Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere

YN couldn't help but cover her tears as she watched the three judges clap and the audience roars with claps. After a few moments, the crowd quietens down and the judges talk.

"YN..babe..that was incredible..you should be so proud...It's a hundred yes' from me" Cheryl was the first to speak, earning a big smile from YN and a thank you.

"You young lady as gonna be a popstar" Louis complimented "yes yes yes"

"YN" Simon's intimidating voice began "I..I won't lie..I didn't think you would be able to sing that song...but you've proved me wrong...so guess what....it's a yes from me"

YN couldn't believe it, her dream was one step closer. Immediately she ran off the stage and into her family's arms. A moment they would never forget.

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Despite feeling over the moon at being at Bootcamp, YN couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Other contestants seemed to have made friends as they stood and sat together. But YN sat in one of the corners, just her and her guitar. She had just finished performing 'If I Were A Boy' for the judges and was waiting for further instructions when she saw two figures sitting beside her. She glanced in their direction, two boys one with curly hair and the other with a beanie sat covering his head.

"Uh hi" YN greeted.

"Hi..M'Harry..what's your name?" the one with curly hair spoke first.

"YN"

"Louis" the other boy introduced himself. "We thought you looked a bit lonely on your own..so we came to join you..if that's okay?"

"Uh..yeah..I don't really fit anywhere" YN laughed nervously.

"Do you play?" Louis nodded his head towards the guitar sitting in YN's lap.

"Yeah..I've been playing since I was seven"

"Sick" Louis complimented.

"Where are you both from?"

"Donny" "Manchester..well Holmes Chapel" the boys spoke together, making YN smile.

"I'm from Brighton"

"Posh girl" Louis teased.

For the rest of boot camp, wherever Harry and Louis were YN could be found too. YN would be strumming on the guitar and Harry would sing along, but Louis was mesmerised by the girl he had just met, even Harry had begun to tease him when YN wasn't looking, making the Yorkshire boy roll his eyes and swat his arm.

Being told they had been eliminated from the boot camp stage was devastating. Harry, Louis and YN were backstage crying into each other's arms. Harry wiped his tears with his black beanie and wrapped his arms around the pair as they huddled together, waiting to go their separate ways.

"I just don't want to go home" YN sniffled and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

As the three and the other rejected acts, began to leave a member of the crew began to call them back.

"They're gonna make us cry...make a good bit of TV" Harry mumbled.

The crew member began to call names from the boy's and girl's categories and asked them to return from the stage.

"Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan"

Both the boys left YN's side and followed the others to the stage. YN's name was then called and she walked onto the stage and naturally stood next to the other girls.

"YN..can you go and stand with the group of boys instead please darling" Nicole asked. YN walked over to the boys and Harry and Louis both smiled at her as she stood next to them. "Thank you all for coming back..judging from some of your faces this is really hard..we've thought long and hard about it..and we've thought of each of you as individuals and we feel that you are too talented to look go of..we think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups"

"We've decided to put you both through-" Simon added.

YN and the five boys instantly huddled together and celebrated their second chance. This was just the beginning.

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virgoilluminati · 1 year

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A/N; Hello, so I’m currently very burnt out due to exams and literally can barely write anything. That’s why I have decided to redo this whole tumblr page and start from scratch. But I have seen these social media things all over tumblr and really wanted to give it a go with my faves. This one is obviously about my loverrrr finn cole 💕 but I want to do lots of different ones based on whoever you guys would want to see. I wanna give credit to some of the people that I saw do this before on here (please go check them out because they are all so lovely) and say thank you because you have become my inspiration ❣️there are so many but here are my main inspo a @http-alexademie, @happy4harry @tillthelandslide @pancakes4two. I literally just love this idea and found it so fun to do, so thank youuuu 💕

Context: Y/N played Jules Solomans - Alfie Solomans daughter in the last two seasons of Peaky Blinders. Jules and Micheal are basically a couple (instead of Gina). This is set at the BAFTAs, that happened last night, if hypothetically peaky blinders got nominated for awards and y/n got nominated for supporting actor. (Which IRL Cillian Murphy was ROBBED from). Enjoy xx

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@ finn_cole

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@ finn_cole: Bafta ready, with the help of @britishvogue, feeling especially amazing tonight. Best of luck to all nominated ✌🏻

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@finncolefanacc: He’s so pretty 😍 someone please wife him up!

@boceybocey: best of luck mate

@ finn_cole: @boceybocey, not the same without you.

@peakyblinderdaily: damn, it sucks paul can’t be there the one time peaky got nominated :(

@peakyblindersfan1: I can’t believe that peaky blinders finally got the recognition they deserved!! Please give our boys the win! #BAFTA

@ joecole: getting the band back together

@ cillianmurphyofficial : @joecole, can’t wait. Been a while.

@yourinstagram: best of luck Micheal Grey x

@finncoleslay: wait, why is no one talking about @yourinstagram! Her comment I-

@yourinstagramfandaily: @yourinstagram, Gurl - you have some explaining to do-

@Johndeservedtolive: OMG, are theyyy—? No, they can’t be—. I—! Oh my gawddd I am going to faint…

@ yourinstagram

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@ yourinstagram: thank you for all your love and support. I am so greatful to be nominated for supporting actress tonight. Love you all ❣️

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@yourinstagramslayys: Your deserve it babes, literally her acting in peaky blinders, was phenomenal.

@Y/nisbae; slayyying as per usual 🔥

@JulesSolomonsisbae: Y/N for the winnnnnn 🥇

@florencepugh: good luck bestie, although you won’t need it.

@ yourinstagram: @florencepugh drinks on me, regardless.

@finncoleslay: THEY’RE BOTH WEARING BLACK. OML MATCHING OUTFITS ALREADY!!-

@ zendaya: 🔥🔥🔥

@ finncole: @ zendaya agreed.

@peakyblindersdailyyyy: - wait a damn minute…. Now wait a damn minute

@ finn&yn: It’s happening, oh my god it’s happening - everyone calm. Don’t panic I-I

@ yourinstagram

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@ yourinstagram: Thank you, that’s all I can say. From the bottom of my heart. This has been a dream come true. I have no words.

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@Peakyblindersofficial: Congratulations, our Jules always and forever.

@ cillianmurphyofficial: Well deserved, absolute pleasure to have worked alongside you for the last three years, what adventures to come! ❣️

@ joecole: Y/N strikes again! Absolutely brilliant.

@ florencepugh: Absolute legend, drinks are on me.

@ yourinstagram: @ florencepugh thats a first. Damn I must’ve done well.

@julessolomansslayys: So proud! So proud!

@ y/nmybae: I AM SO HAPPY AHHHHHH

@ finncole: beautiful award for a beautiful girl.

@ yourusername: @ finncole thank you, glad I have such a handsome man by my side

@ finn&y/n: it’s official guys! Oh my god. Oh my god.

@ peakyblindersofficial

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@ peakyblindersofficial: Well, we may not have won the best crime drama award, but our congratulations go to our very own, @ yourinstagram, who received her first ever BAFTA award tonight. Absolutely smashed it - always and forever our Jules Gray Solomans

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@ yourinstagram: thank you for giving me the opportunity to play this amazing character. Will live with me forever. ❣️

@ y/nisbae: Yes, the queen deserves everything!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

@Jules&Micheal: @ yourinstagram Thank you for being our role model. We are so proud.

@peakyblindersdailyyy: Cillian was ROBBED, but I am so proud of our girl. Couldn’t ask for anymore 💕💕

@ finncole: My Girl. ❣️

@ yourinstagram: @ finncole, I love you

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secret-rendezvous1d · 11 months

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i would absolutely love for the missus to be besties with Dan and Phil.... and that 2012 interview with One Direction is one of the first times Harry and D&P meet properly and afterwards they all hang out and Harry is just so happy because he has his boys and his girl has hers. And as the years go by, they buy apartments and houses not too far from each other, and when the babies are born, DnP are named as Godparents and it's just such a humble friendship group. (Even if Harry gets the piss ripped out of him when the missus jokes around with DnP)

the idea of yn being a part of the 'british youtuber' gang is something i absolutely love...

going to vidcon and all of those youtuber meet-ups in america or in london, going on big trips away with a large number of them, being one of the only ones who knew about zoella and alfie being in a relationship, collab-ing with marcus butler or caspar lee, doing silly challenges with joe sugg, doing chatty videos with louise pentland, and her being best friends dan and phil and always appearing in some of their videos.

yn would be one of the prime british youtubers back in the day.

and there's always been such a bond between her and dan and phil; they were her first youtuber best friends when she came onto the scene, they were there to guide her and help her when she needed it, she could always go to them for ideas and they were never against appearing in her videos to help her gain some clout and some popularity as she created her own youtuber personality. and they'd be the only two youtubers, from back in the day, that she would see a lot more of than others.

and she'd never fall shy on showing her affection towards one direction - in particular of harry so it makes everyone feel so happy when their relationship comes to light of the public eye and people are so supportive and loving towards the two of them. and that's why everyone could relate to her. and dan and phil would always joke around with her about how she'd get to be with him and marry him and have his babies and have a whole life with him - not knowing that that was how her life would actually unfold in the future. x

#harry talk

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christinasyellowflowers · 2 years

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The Deep End | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x Werewolf!F!reader

Summary: Y/N triggers the werewolf curse two nights before her and Alfie's wedding.

Warnings: Angst I suppose? Shitty writing perhaps?

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This is a somewhat TVD X Peaky Blinders since the species used in this fanfiction is from The Vampire Diaries/The Originals universe. For those who are unknown with the TV Shows I'll add the wiki link so you don't get confused, and here's a bit of info however:

"Lycanthropy is an inherited genetic condition due to a curse, and a person can only be a werewolf if they are born to at least one werewolf parent; they cannot be turned by a bite or scratch. Furthermore, the werewolf gene must be "triggered" by taking the life of a human, either intentionally or by accident, in order to gain access to their enhanced physical abilities, though this comes at the cost of transforming into a wolf during every full moon. It does not matter if the kill was accidental or intentional, premeditated or out of self-defense — if a werewolf causes the death of a human in any way, their werewolf gene will be activated."

More info here

This is my entry to @retromafia's Supernatural Celebration

Special thanks to @solomons-finest-rum for beta reading!!

Do not repost please!

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a cold night, and there were countless fireflies dancing around the meadow. Lily could admire the glowing angels from her kitchen window, where she prepared dinner for herself and her pack. It was quiet inside her cozy cabin, since her company hadn’t arrived yet, and the only sound that echoed in the room was the kettle boiling. For that reason, the young woman almost dropped the wooden spoon, startled by the sudden and consistent pounding on the door.

“Alright! Alright!” she exclaimed, annoyed, taking hurried steps towards the front porch. “What the bloody f-”

She stopped herself mid-sentence at the sight before her.

“Y/N?”

There stood her childhood friend, clothes and strands of hair covered in dirt. Her eyes were glassy and red from the diamond tears, as her trembling hands squeezed the ends of her ripped coat.

“Lily, I killed someone.” she declared in a faint voice.. “I triggered the curse. I’m a werewolf.” she sobbed, before bursting into tears.

“It’s alright, Y/n. It’s alright.” Lily said smoothly, patting her arm before leading her inside. “It’s going to be alright. You’re not alone.”

“I always dreaded this day would come. I was always so careful.” she whiled, as more tears kept streaming. “I don’t want to live like this, Lily. I don’t want to be a werewolf.”

“I know, love. I know. But it’s done now, and it cannot be undone.” Lily offered her a handkerchief. “The sooner you accept what you are and what you are capable of, the better it will be.”

Y/N remained silent, knowing that her friend was right. It would be useless and immature to protest. She’d have to learn to go through life with the constant fear that she might hurt the people she cared about, and that thought alone tormented her already. She thought of Alfie, standing under the chuppah, waiting for her to walk down the aisle.

Would she though?

This was not supposed to happen. Not a few days before her wedding, and certainly not ever. However it did. And there was not enough time to decide whether or not she should tell him the truth.

“Do you remember my uncle’s lake house in the countryside? The one we spend a few summers with as children?” Y/N nodded in response and Lily continued. “Me and the pack travel there during the full moon. We chain ourselves up in the cellar during the transformation. You’ll come with us and I will guide you through it and all. We leave tomorrow at dusk.”

“Tomorrow?” she asked, stunned. “ Lily, the wedding is in two days!”

“So, is the full moon, Y/n.” she reminded her apologetically. “What are you going to tell Alfie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Perhaps, you should postpone the ceremony.” Lilly suggested.

“I’ll need a very serious justification to cancel a wedding we’ve been planning for nearly a year.”

“Or you could simply tell the truth, Y/n.” Lily said. “He has a right to know with whom he’ll spend the rest of his life with.”

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Y/N arrived at the distillery rather early the following morning. After leaving Lily’s cabin the previous night, she spent the entire night considering her options about her situation. Calling off the wedding could result in losing the love of her life forever. And who’s to say that revealing the bitter truth would not bring the same outcome.

“Don’t you know it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding, doll?”

She was nearly outside Alfie’s office when his deep voice, coming from behind her, ceased her footing. His luscious smile faded straight away, once she spun around to face him. Despite the amount of make-up applied on her porcelain like face, her tired, gloomy eyes betrayed the lack of sleep.

"You changed your mind didn't you?" His eyes darkened and she couldn't bear to look at him. "That's it innit? Afraid I’ll make you sad with the life I’m leading eh? Perhaps you’re right, I don’t thi-”

His rumbling was interrupted when Y/N’s body merged with his.

“I missed you.” she mumbled, resting her chin on his shoulder. “And… Well, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, little kitten?” he asked, concerned, pulling back.

I’m a bloody werewolf

“I want to change the time of the ceremony.” she gulped. “I’d like it to happen a little earlier.”

“I don’t know if that’ll be possib-”

“You are a bloody gangster, Alfie! Of course it’s possible!” she snapped, cutting him off. “You boast about it all the damn time.”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are!” she argued.

“May I ask why the sudden need to change the time?” Alfie arched a brow, changing the subject.

“I can’t say.” she sighed, looking away. “Not yet. Will you please do it?”

“Of course I’ll do it, love.” he pecked her lips, earning a grin from her. “I’m a fucking gangster, now ain’t I?”

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The ceremony as well as the reception was over before sundown just like Y/N pleased, even though Alfie couldn’t understand the reason behind this abrupt change. Nonetheless, he’d chosen not to question it. His main goal was to please his beloved Y/N, and as of today, Mrs Solomons.

“Alfie, excuse me.” Ollie approached his boss whilst he exchanged goodbyes with the last of the guests.

In a few hours the sun would kiss the sky goodnight, as the harvest moon would arise. Y/N was nowhere to be seen for a while and Aflie, worried about her absence, sent Ollie to search for her around the premises.

“Did you find her?” Alfie questioned impatiently, and Ollie nodded in response.

“She told me to give you these.” Ollie handed him a handgun and a note. “She’ll be waiting for you at the distillery’s basement.”

Alfie had a troubled look on his face while he read the note, and when he looked up at Ollie again he noticed that his expression didn’t differ from his.

“Go, I’ll manage here.” Ollie assured him.

Alfie patted his arm in appreciation before taking off.

Y/N was halfway through chaining herself up in the far end of the dark bunker, which looked more like a dungeon than an actual basement, when she heard her husband from the upper floor. She was pretty sure unpleasant things happened here in the past, to unpleasant people no doubt. It would explain the cage like door in the middle of the room.

“This better hold.” she said at loud, intertwining the last of the chains with the iron bars.

“It depends on what you're trying to do, love.” Alfie appeared from the entrance. Although the tone of his was taunting, his frowned eyebrows showed the anxiousness he felt.

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I’m quite sure that’s my job, little kitten.”

“Not tonight, no.” she professed, before motioning to the table near him. “Take these bottles, please. They contain aconite, as do the bullets in the gun Ollie gave you. You’ll need them to protect yourself.” she explained, watching his face drowning in confusion with her every word.

“Protect me from...what?” he asked, perplexed.

“From me.” Y/N started with a sad smile. “When the full moon rises tonight, I’ll be turning into a werewolf.”

Alfie released a delightful chuckle, expecting her to join in, thinking it was some kind of wedding night game that would soon escalate and they’d jump into the kinky stuff that his woman liked. Her face remained serious, however, and a long pause occurred while he stared at her skeptically.

“It’s a shame, you know.” she spoke up again, chains clicking against the cement ground while her fingers wandered through the delicate fabric of her wedding gown. “This dress will be ripped to shreds, and sadly not by your massive hands, my darling.”

“The fuck are you on about?” his voice was low, still perplexed.

“Two nights ago I snuck out of the house after midnight. I wanted to see you so bad.” she paused, sniffing lightly as the tears began to slide downwards. “On my way here I was attacked, and I triggered the werewolf curse. I didn’t mean to kill that man, I was trying to defend myself. I’d never- uh” an agonizing scream echoed through the room, as the first waves of pain pierced through her.

Alfie watched immediately by her side as she kneeled from the anguish.

“It…it’s s-starting.” she groaned through gritted teeth. Alfie watched in horror the bones in her upper arm and shoulder curve in an unnatural way.

“Fuckin’ hell.” he whispered, and withdrew himself from her slightly, watching as her dress tore apart from the back whilst her spinal cord began to twist.

“Alfie you… You should leave.” she panted, staring up at him through her glassy eyes. “I can tell you s-saw enough already.”

“Like hell I’m leavin’ you alone, love.” he shook his head, reapproaching her hurting form.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” she said faintly, while he took her in his arms.

“You won’t.” he reassured her.

The next five hours were intense for both of them, as Y/N kept screaming in excruciating agony, and with Alfie trying to sooth her in any way he could, while he had to swallow everything in. By the time his newly bride had lost control, thankfully still held back by the enormous chains, Alfie had to retreat upstairs at the distillery, after he washed her wolf form with wolf’s bane in order to avoid being bitten.

He barricaded the basement door, as well as every other entrance in and out of the bakery. Afterwards we locked himself inside his office as a reciprocation, a part of him telling him what a coward he was for not returning downward, while the other reminded him that Y/N wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened to him.

“My God.” he trailed off when he re-entered the basement at the first gleam of light the next day.

Furniture and objects were wrecked all around, and claw marks covered the concrete floor and walls. Y/N body laid unconscious at the far corner, chains still intact, bare of any garments and back in her human form.

Alfie unbuttoned his suit jacket, vest, and white dress shirt in a haste. She stirred, regaining consciousness, while her husband clothed her with his shirt and jacket.

“Alfie, you’re still here.” she murmured in his chest.

“It’s my bakery, innit?” he pointed out, lifting her in his arms. “Let’s get you home before those lousy workers arrive.”

“You’re taking me home after all this?” she uttered in surprise.

“Can’t have my woman wondering about Camden dirty and naked, can I?”

She did not respond, but simply gazed at him. It was a lot to take in for either of them. Yet despite the events of the previous night, it seemed that the feelings of affection were still mutual.

“It’ll take something more, than claws and a pair of golden eyes to make me stop loving you, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Alfie declared, when she remained quiet. Although still shaken up by this whole situation, he was determined that the quicker he accepted things as they were, the better.

“Furthermore, Mrs Solomons you owe me a honeymoon night, right.” he smirked down at her. “And you’ll be screaming in pleasure this time, little wolf.”

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missymurphy1985 · 2 years

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The Saviour (Part 9) - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Warning - unwanted pregnancy / adoption / kidnapping / labour / childbirth

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The days blended into each other. Locked in a small bedroom within the manor house you were held captive in, you could only see a small sliver of daylight through a boarded up window. Was it night time, or just a cloudy day? Was that rain?

You judged it by how many bowls of grainy porridge you were fed - you were on ten so far. Ten breakfasts. At least you thought they were breakfasts - they could have been serving you that sludge three times a day for all you knew. Fuck knows how long you'd been in there.

The cramps in your abdomen started before you fell asleep. Nothing too painful for now, just little twinges, and a tightening sensation across your belly with each one. You checked your underwear regularly - still dry. Probably false contractions, Paul had warned you about them a few months back.

"Stay in there a little longer," you stroked your bump carefully, still praying for some kind of miracle, someone finding you and getting you out before your girls arrived. You had no idea if they even were girls.. but you had dreams every night of beautiful, dark haired girls running around a field of daisies, playing hopscotch. You wished you didn't dream of them... You knew they weren't yours to keep.. especially now.

Feeling a strong tightening across your belly, you winced. That was sharp.. standing up from your small bed slowly, you held under your bump and walked to the door. Knocking it, you waited. No answer.

Another knock, harder this time. Still nothing.

You knew there was a guard out there, you heard him earlier, he kept whistling to piss you off. Stupid little tunes that Jack used to play in the brothel while you were being abused by politicians in your chambers.

You heard something - footsteps? Was someone coming? Another wave of pain gripped you and you doubled down onto the floor, letting out a low groan from the intensity of it.

"YN?!"

Alfie?? Was that Alfie??

"I'm in here!!!" You screamed.

"I can't get in, I need the keys!!" Your brother shouted through the door.

"The guard had them!" You yelled.

"Shelby, be a love and find that guard's body will you?"

Shelby?? No.. oh fuck no...

It felt like an age, but was probably only ten minutes or so, before you heard another voice with Alfie's. A voice you prayed you'd never hear again.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, peering through the slot in the door, seeing you on all fours on the floor.

"I will be when you get me out of here..." The pains subsided a little, you tried to catch your breath. Involuntarily rocking on your knees, swaying forwards and backwards. Anything to ease the pressure in your pelvis.

The door finally opened, and Alfie moved quickly. Too quickly for you, you held him back with one arm outstretched.

"Wait..." You gasped, feeling another contraction. He looked at you confused, completely oblivious.

"YN...?" Tommy approached slowly, blood on his knuckles, scratches on his face, but nothing but concern etched across his features.

"I can explain," you said, easing back onto your knees slowly. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

"Fucking hell..." He gasped, backing away slowly. His eyes darting between you and your bump, back to Alfie, back to you again.

"When the fuck did that happen?!" Alfie yelled, furiously.

"Can we discuss this another time please?!" You winced, standing slowly. Tommy moved a red-faced Alfie out of the way and wrapped his coat over your shoulders. Guiding you gently, he led you out of the room.

Alfie followed you both down to the car. Fortunately you had some respite from the contractions, Tommy was able to help you into the back seat without any issue.

"How did you find me?" You asked once the car pulled out of the driveway. You could see a line of sheet covered bodies on the tarmac, men in peaked caps surrounding them.

"Grace left a fortnight ago, said she was visiting a sick relative. Something didn't add up, so I had my boys track her down. They found her here with Jack a few days ago, said they saw a young woman with them that matched your description. They neglected to tell me you were pregnant."

"Yeah..."

"Was I ever going to find out?" He was angry. His jawline jutted out, his fists gripping the steering wheel.

"No..."

"I see."

"Tommy I'm sorry okay, I didn't..." You paused, no longer able to speak as a wave of pressure pushed into your pelvis, and with it you felt a pop. No gush of water like you'd read about, but you certainly could feel something leaking from between your legs.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but would someone kindly tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Alfie suddenly reminded you of his presence in the passenger seat.

You gripped the back of his chair tight as you felt a contraction, gritting your teeth. Tommy took your hand and brought it onto his shoulder.

"Gunshot wound a few years back - no feeling in it. I like my leather seats," he joked, and you couldn't help but smile.

"She's pregnant. She's in labour, actually. And unless I've put 2 and 2 together and come up with 7, I'd say that's my baby she's about to give birth to on my back seat if we don't hurry up and get her back to Small Heath," Tommy explained. Alfie looked at him with such anger and contempt, you were seriously concerned whether or not you'd make it back anywhere without him decapitating your driver...

"You fucking what, mate?!"

"Babies..."

Both of them turned around at that.

"What?!" In unison. Like a fucking double act this pair...

"Twins, and my waters have already broken. So unless you want me to push these babies out on your nice, fancy leather seats I suggest you put your fucking foot down!"

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Between the contractions that were getting steadily more frequent and painful, and the cross examination Tommy was getting from your brother, you'd never been so grateful to hear Tommy say you were close to Small Heath. By this point you were kneeling on the floor. The only comfortable position you could find.

"YN, are you okay?" Tommy asked from the driver's seat.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you..." You wheezed between contractions.

He didn't say anything, just stared straight ahead at the road, his mind whirring at 110 miles per hour.

"How far?!" Alfie reached back and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"Five miles," Tommy answered, flooring the pedals.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to say something but all you could manage was a muffled groan as your body started to take over - the need to push overtaking any rational thought you had in you.

"She ain't got five miles in her Tom," Alfie felt you tense and bear down.

"Fuck... You're driving," Tommy ordered, slamming the brakes on and getting out of the car. He opened the back door and climbed in, one leg either side of you on the floor.

"I can't do this..."

"Yes you can," his hands cupped your cheeks gently and he leaned forwards, resting his forehead against yours.

"We can," he said, eyebrows raised, eyes intense.

You nodded in reply, before another wave of agony swept over you, a deep, low groan coming from your chest as you hunkered down between his legs. His hands ran over the length of your spine, soothing you.

Alfie hit the accelerator and you were back on the move.

Tommy felt your body tense, he felt you bear down, and instinct took over.

"Ah fuck, Alfie, hurry up!"

Tommy lifted you onto the seat, resting you against the door. Seconds later his hands were pulling your underwear down your legs, then hitching your dress up to your waist.

"Alfie, drive to Watery Lane. Find Polly!"

"YN?" Alfie looked at you, fear and concern replacing his earlier anger. You looked back at him and nodded, gripping the door handle next to you.

"What are you doing?" You gasped, taking a breath.

"I was there when my mum give birth to Finn - Dad was off somewhere shagging one of his whores, Arthur was probably out with him. Ada was the only one of us in the house who knew where the doctor lived so it was just me and her until they came back. Finn was born as they came through the door," he explained, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy...." You sobbed, feeling yourself panic.

"Enough. We can talk later. You need to focus on getting our babies out, and nothing else, understood?" His borderline harsh tone snapped you out of your panic and he held your knees apart.

"You need to breathe, YN," he smiled, noticing you bracing, waiting for the next contraction.

"No... No no no no...."

"If you need to push, then push, don't hold it," the hard tone was back, almost like he was giving orders in France, and you bore down as hard as you could - your body taking over. A low moan escaping your lips, his hand clasping yours, hooking it under your knee. He brought your other hand up to hook your other knee up.

"Keep them there, that's it, you're doing good," he grinned as the contraction eased off, a hard exhale leaving your body.

"Keep breathing, deep breaths."

"Am I done yet?"

"I'm not answering that."

"I cannot believe my mate knocked my fucking sister up," Alfie laughed from the front seat, and Tommy took his flat cap off and smacked the back of his head with it.

You suddenly felt the wave again, gripping Tommy's hand tight and pushing for all you were worth.

"I can see a head, keep going! Push, push, push..."

The burn was almost intolerable. Intense pressure and a splitting, burning feeling between your legs.

"That's it, good, good," Tommy was encouraging you through each wave, your fingers almost crushing his under your knee but he barely flinched. It was almost like he'd gone onto autopilot - his only focus was your babies.

"Your body's pushing by itself, let it happen, breathe with me," one hand was between your legs, guiding baby A through, his eyes were on yours, little breaths in unison with you. You felt like you were being ripped apart, but his steady gaze kept you calm.

You barely registered the car stopping, Alfie climbing out, then a short while later the car doors being opened. You heard a woman's voice commanding Tommy out of the car.

"Not now, Pol, just hand me a knife," he pushed her back gently, and she handed him a blade. She climbed into the front seat and hovered over you both, keeping a watchful eye.

"Tommy!!!" You screamed as the burning passed and was replaced by a blinding pressure.

"Chin down, push!" Bearing down, you felt an overwhelming relief as your first baby slid straight into her father's hands. He lifted up the screaming bundle and sliced the cord with the knife, placing her straight onto your chest.

"Oh my god... Oh my god..." You cried, holding the beautiful little girl close, shock surging through you. Instinctively pulling your dress down, you allowed the bundle to feed. Tommy's hand came into view, soothing the little one's cries with a stroke of her cheek, you could hear him choking back a sob at the sight of her.

"Fuck me, she's perfect... She's perfect..." He sobbed, a huge grin on his face.

"Tommy, Alfie said twins?" Polly interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality.

"YN, can you move?" Tommy asked you, wanting to get you indoors. There was already a crowd forming around the car from the commotion caused on Watery Lane.

You shook your head, feeling the waves of contractions kick-starting again. Polly carefully took your daughter from you, wrapping her in her scarf and handing her to Tommy, who carried her out of the car. Polly was suddenly in front of you, a big smile on her face and kind eyes just like Tommy's.

"Let's meet her sibling, shall we?"

The door behind you suddenly opened, and you found yourself propped up against Tommy's chest, his arms under yours, supporting your weight.

"Where is she?"

"Uncle Alfie's taking care of her," he smiled, kissing your cheek. You could see Alfie holding the little bundle in his arms behind Polly, his eyes glassed over with tears as little hands reached for his beard.

"Tommy I can't do it again, please..."

"You can. I'm right here, come on," there wasn't time to think, your body once again defied you and you bore down. Each push came with a scream from the bottom of your chest, deep groans as you gave it all you had left in you. Gripping Tommy's hands, you could see his fingers turning white from the pressure, but he never wavered.

Another scream from you, and all you heard was a baby's cry, followed by Polly announcing the arrival of not a girl, as you expected, but a boy.

He was placed on your chest as his sister was not ten minutes earlier, Polly sliced the cord and got to work delivering the placenta while you and Tommy gazed at your son.

"My god, YN..."

"He has your eyes," you smiled, stroking his face gently.

"She has yours," he chuckled, and called Alfie over. Taking your daughter from him, he placed her carefully next to her brother on your chest, wrapping the scarf over them both as they snuggled together.

An overwhelming feeling of love and contentment swamped you. The need and desire to protect these little people you'd created, wanting to give them everything you never had.

You still weren't sure you'd be able to... If you could do it. Would Tommy really step up and be a father? Or just a benefactor? Or would he just walk away, never to be seen again?

Would Alfie ever forgive him?

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theshelbyclan · 3 years

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Welcome to the chaos, little one

Summary: Giving birth is never easy, especially when it’s a Shelby x Solomons baby…

A/N I’m so slow with requests but a while back the lovely @fandom-puffrequested: Omg sorry to be a pain but I’m a sucker for Shelby chaos 😭😭😭 can I request something linked to A Very Shelby Christmas where the labour of baby Solomons is just as chaotic? But it could also be sweet like the bros finally accepting Alfie bc they all care about YN so much and can’t stand to hear her in pain, all while YN is screaming that she’ll cut off more of Alfie’s dick than his rabbi would even dare to if he ever tried to bed her again 😭😭😭 omg the chaos 👉👈 ily 💓💓 Here we go! This is part 2 to the story A Very Shelby Christmas

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“Not now, Y/N,” Arthur groaned. Ada rolled her eyes, remembering keenly when her brother had spoken those iconic words before. “It’s not like I can help it, Arthur,” you spit.

Polly grabbed you by your arm as you doubled over again, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time. Come with me…” “Not yet, Aunt Pol,” you panted, “It’s too early.” “The baby doesn’t have it’s own pocket watch yet,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, as she took your other arm. “Fuck!” you called out again as another contraction set in, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” “Nice.” “Oh, piss off John, you want to try this?” “Not really…” “Tommy!” you turned to the one family member who hadn’t said a word yet, “Get him.” “And who would that be, eh?” he replied in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly warned softly. He raised his eyebrows, “Finn? You want Finn at the birth?” “WHY WOULD I WANT MY FUCKING BABY BROTHER HERE?!” Tommy waved a vague hand, “General comfort?” Now Aunt Polly’s eyes flashed with anger, “Thomas! Go get her husband, right now!” Tommy sighed deeply, still trying to ignore the fact that his little sister was now Mrs. Solomons, and said, “Come on boys, let’s get them all together and wet this baby’s head! Leave the women to it.” And you groaned, “Thank you…” Once Alfie would be here, everything would be easier.

*** “Solomons!” “No need to shout, mate, I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Slowly Tommy lit a cigarette and started smoking it, “It concerns my sister.” “You mean the glorious creature that made me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me? My wife? Mrs. Alfie Solomons?” A small twinkle appeared in Alfie’s eyes as he saw Tommy’s jaw tense up just a little at his words. “Yes.” “How is the old lady doing?” Alfie asked conversationally. “In pain,” Tommy replied, “She’s in labour, more to the point.” “You fucking what?” “She’s with her aunt Alfie, she’ll be fine.” Alfie blinked a few times, “Tommy I swear to God if you’re playing some fucking game with me I will shoot you between the eyes right here and now. You’re telling me my wife is in labour and you’re standing there casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for some fucking woman to tell you it’s done?” “Yes,” he nodded, “Well, I was about to go the Garrison. Thought we might bury the hatchet and you could join us.” “Have you lost your fucking mind…” Alfie said slowly, while rubbing his chin. Tommy cleared is throat and with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice said, “It’s tradition.” “Well, if you’ll pardon my French, fuck your fucking heathen traditions, I’m going to my fucking wife and you are fucking coming with me. And bring your fucking family while you’re at it!”

*** “Why are we here?” John leaned in to Arthur slightly while asking the question in a hushed voice. “Alfie insisted.” “Why?” Arthur raised his voice, “Ask Tommy, alright? I don’t bloody know! I’m guessing it’s another Jewish thing…” On the other side of the door, you were most definitely in labour now. The pain was worse than anything you’d experienced before and you were seriously questioning your sanity at this point. “Aunt Pol?” Ada asked carefully after about an hour. Polly moved over from your side down to your legs and said, “What is it?” “Something’s wrong.” “THOMAS!” Polly bellowed as soon as she had taken a look, “Get me some more towels.”

“What’s happening?” A panicked Alfie asked from the hallway. But Polly pushed him aside and started ordering Finn to boil more water. “Woman!” he demanded, “You fucking tell me.” “She’s bleeding,” she answered quickly, “and I can’t see why.” “What can we do, Pol,” Arthur asked, wild-eyed. “Get a doctor. One we can trust.” Arthur dragged John with him, even before Polly had finished her sentence. “What about Sabini’s men?” John asked, “We were supposed to deal with them tonight. What if they come here?” “Shoot them,” Tommy said simply, as he lit another cigarette in a nervous manner. Inside the room, you were now screaming your head off. Of course you had realised giving birth would be painful, but not like this. The sight of Ada going slightly pale didn’t help either and panic had started mixing in with the general anxiety of the process, so your screams got louder and louder. “Pol…” Ada called out again, “What do I do?” In that moment, Alfie pushed passed her and fell down by your side, “I’m here,” he said softly. “I can see that,” you panted between shouts, “but why? You’re not supposed to be here.” “Out,” Aunt Polly said strictly, “This is no place for men.” And then Tommy walked in as well, averting his eyes and grabbing your hand at the same time. “What?” he said when Polly send him a death-glare, “If Alfie gets to stay, so can I!” “Fucking children…” “Alright, sweetheart,” Polly focused on you again, “This baby needs to come now.” Your eyes grew wide, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Alfie replied for her, “You’ll be fine. You’re doing brilliant, babes.” “How the fuck would you know!” you shouted out. He shrugged, “Educated guess?” “Had a lot of experience with this, eh?” Tommy grumbled sarcastically. “This,” Ada pointed at the both of them, “This is why men shouldn’t be in here.” “I’m not fucking going anywhere, especially if my wife is in danger.” Tommy just shook his head in reply. “Danger?” you asked suddenly, “What does he mean in danger?” “No danger, love,” Ada soothed you, “if you just push.” And so you pushed, with every bit of strength you had in you. But then a gunshot sounded outside, followed rapidly by another two. Everyone looked up. “John,” Tommy clarified with a single word. “You’re being awfully cavalier about baby brother John getting shot there, Tommy…” Alfie commented. Tommy looked at Alfie with a frown that spoke volumes, “John just shot Sabini’s men. I told him to.” “Oh, good. Saves me the bloody trip.” “I can see some hair!” Ada called out suddenly. “What colour?” Alfie replied at once. And John stuck his head around the corner of the door, “Took care of them.” “We heard,” Aunt Polly grumbled. He hopped from one foot onto the other uncertainly, “Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, you can fuck off mate!” “Alright, I’ll stay, since you asked so nicely.” “John, just get the fuck out!” your sister shouted. The birth was chaos enough as it was and now all these boys were only adding to it instead of helping. And on top of it all, Finn stumbled in practically falling over his own feet with a bucket of water, splashing Aunt Polly in the process. This was more like a madhouse than a family occasion. But John pointed at Alfie indignantly, “He gets to stay!” “Push, Y/N,” Polly urged again, and so you did. “Nice one,” John laughed at Finn, “you literally had one job, mate.” “Mrs. Gray?” Alfie asked carefully, “Sorry to interrupt you there, alright, but I just wanted to quickly check, because you mentioned the hair, yeah? What colour? Because I’m sure I’ll love my son all the same if he’s blond, but I might just need to mentally prepare myself…” And then you finally burst out in anger, “Can you all just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m actually trying to have a fucking baby here!!” “Right, sorry about that love,” Alfie moved closer to you and grabbed your hand again, “Please continue. You’re doing brilliantly, even if he is blond…” Tommy chuckled lightly in the background, which made you even more angry somehow, “Alfie, I swear to God or Adonai or whatever you want to call him, do nottouch me again because remember how you said you couldn’t remember your circumcision?”

“Yes,” Alfie mumbled in mortal fear.

“You will remember when I do it. Remember how you told me of your rabbi doing it when boys are eight days old, because then it heals faster?”

“Yes...” he gulped.

“I’ll make it slow sweetheart. Really fucking slow.”

“Right,” he said with big eyes, “What exactly would you have me do then except for just standing here like some great big bloody useless piece of shit?”

“Shut up!”

“Noted.” *** You weren’t sure what had happened exactly in that last hour. Apparently you’d lost a lot of blood and things had gotten hazy very quickly. Ada and Aunt Polly had stopped talking altogether and they had managed to save you, despite the bickering men in the background. You did remember that Alfie and Arthur had gotten into a fight at one point, but apparently they managed to resolve it quickly when the doctor arrived and they took turns in beating him up because he was no longer needed. Anger really does bring people together.

Of course, none of that really mattered now, because you were now holding a perfect baby right there, in your arms. Finn just stared at the baby, completely in awe. “Not blond…” John sounded a little disappointed. Arthur grinned, “But bloody perfect.” “Gorgeous, just like the mother,” Polly hugged you carefully. “Shelby good looks.” Tommy nodded slowly, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Any names yet?” Ada asked, “I bet you’ve picked them out ages ago, haven’t you?” “I have,” you smiled, “but couldn’t say them out loud yet, so we didn’t really discuss it. It’s bad luck.”

Uncharacteristically, Alfie hadn’t said a word yet.

“Mr. Solomons?” you said, gazing up from your one love to the other, “I believe you have a daughter.” And finally he smiled, deeply and incredibly in love as he held her tight with both hands. And in the most tender way possible he looked at you, grinned and said, “Fucking hell!”

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My Type of Dame (Part 5)

Michael Gray x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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AU: John is alive because I want him to be.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Just a short chapter, next one will be longer.

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YN's POV:

I couldn't sleep as I leaned into Michael. My mind too busy worrying about the children and now Michael and his family.

My own family I am worried about as they were right behind us. I know they must be worried about their own families.

Alwyn is a man not to be trifled with. My family has tried to end this generational fued with him long ago, but he will not end it.

"If you don't mind me askin' love, what is the deal between you and Alwyn?" Arthur asked.

"I don't even know the whole story Arthur, but what I know it deals with our great-great-grandfathers who were friends. Then one night at a dinner party, there was a fight and his great-great-grandfather stabbed one of my family members and the feud has been going on ever since."

"Ever try to make peace?" Tommy asked.

"I have tried, my cousins have tried, my Mum and Grandfather tried. Their family just won't let it go."

Silence filled the air.

I am tired of running every time Alwyn decides that he is just going to go on a killing spree. I am tired of this feud. I am tired of going to the funerals for our men and their families.

I am just tired.

"Come now love, we are almost there. The kids wil be safe." Michael calmly said to me, just knowing I am worried about them.

"When we get there, and they are all put to sleep, we will figure out a strategy YN." Tommy said to me.

We finally got to Tommy's Manor and as we drove down the long drive way, I noticed all the men walking around, being look outs. Guarding the home and the surrounding land.

Michael quickly got me into the house and one of the maids took us to one of the many large rooms where all the children were placed.

My heart was breaking at the scared looks of their little faces but I had to stay strong.

"YN?" I looked to see who called my name and it was Polly. Thank goodness she is here.

"Lottie says you have a list of names?"

"I do." I took out the list and started to call out each of their names.

Michael Gray's POV:

I stood off to the side with Finn. Just us watching and listening. I noticed that YN went over her list again and my mum put her hand on her shoulder to help relax her.

"Tommy called up some favours and more men will be coming, including some of Alfie's men." Finn said to me.

"I bet Arthur wasn't too thrilled about that?"

"I don't think he has even told yet." The two of us laughed quietly to one another but stopped one I heard the sound of YN's voice.

"I know you are all scared but please know you are all safe here at the home of Mr. Thomas Shelby who has so kindly opened his home to us."

The children muttered and looked at Tommy who just walked in with Arthur and John.

She talked about how no one is allowed to leave unless she knows about it. She talked about the sleeping situation and explained to them that there will be men outside their bedroom doors and not to be alarmed by them.

"There will be more to be discussed but I know you are all tired, let's get you to your rooms."

Once the children were in their rooms and a trusted guard outside their doors, YN, the Peaky Blinders and her cousins met in Tommy's office.

Tommy had a map of his home and the land surrounding it on his desk. "YN, this is probably the best route to take the children out if we need too." He said as he pointed to the map.

YN stood next to him and was going over every single detail with him. My mum stood next to me.

"She is smart that one." She softly said to me.

"This isn't the first time they have had to deal with Alwyn but it is the first time with the children in her care."

My mum nodded her head and we listened to what Tommy and YN were saying.

"If and when Alwyn comes, we have a sage route to get the children to safety and that will include Charlie. We will have the maids go over this route and we will have drills so we get this down perfectly." YN said.

We talked more about what needs to be done but I could tell by YN's face she was tired.

I stood next to her and placed my hand on her back. She looked up from the map at me and smiled at me.

"Let's get you to sleep love."

"But,"

"You and everyone else here are too tired to be of any use. Let's try to get some sleep."

She agreed and Tommy told us all to be back in his office later on. He will let us know when to be there.

The two of us found a small room and we were both so tired that we didn't even take our clothes off as we slept.

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By the Book of Leviticus

Alfie Solomons x Jewish!reader

->Alfie while his wife is practicing niddah

niddah - “Biblically based in the Torah, these laws, also referred to as niddah, have developed into an intricate and detailed set of laws that prevent a menstruating woman from having sexual relations with her husband both during her menstrual cycle and for a period of seven 'white days' following”

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You and Alfie slept in separate beds pushed together to make one. Alfie wasn’t fussed but it was as per your request, and he’d cut his own ear off and eat it if you merely asked. Two days before your monthly practise begins, you would push the two adjust slightly, so the two mattresses were no longer touching and hence; no longer any risk of succumbing to any late-night desperations that were so easily achievable.

Alfie strolled into the house with Cyril, hearing scuffling and scraping upstairs and quirking an eyebrow; eyes flicking over to the calendar and there it was: clearly marked in red pen ‘two days’, followed by five days scribbled out in the same red, then several crossed neatly with a pencil. Alfie hummed as his lips kissed his teeth with a tut. That’s why you’d been a bit agitated the past few days.

While practicing Jewish religions, Alfie was a lawless man who only used to turn to God at his darkest hour, breaking down to his Rabbi and shaking when that recent job was just that tad too delicate. Until he met you. Sincere, pure, religion. You were complete oxymorons of each other. Hot ice: shivering in the summer. You completely juxtaposed Alfie and it made him feel whole: holy, even. And it didn’t take long for your religious ways to start rubbing off on him. You weren’t completely blind sighted by the ways of God, but you were raised to practise in such ways and that was what you were going to do.

Alfie never argued when it came to judaism. You tell him what you’re up too, he steps back and lets you do what you need to do. When you’d first started seeing each other, he’d invited you back home after a lovely meal by the docks. You’d sheepishly agree and linked arms with the larger man, allowing yourself to take some of his weight to ease the ever growing pain of his sciatica.

When nearing his house he’d cheekily took his arm you were holding and wrapped it around your waist, leaning down to kiss you to which you instinctively lurched back in response. Alfie pulled away, hurt clearly evident in his eyes but you were quick to speak. “I practise being a niddah, Alf.” You say quickly and his eyes softened in understanding. “I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner and god do I want to kiss you but I can’t, and” he stopped you by planting a kiss on the top of your head and smiling down to you. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, treacle. I understand. We’ll do everything or nothing when you’re ready.”

And after two years, a marriage certificate and abiding in the same home, he’d become accustomed to the monthly abstinence. Alfie let a tired Cyril march over to his bed and lazily plop down, eyes drooping as he silently moaned at Alfie for moving him. Alfie removed his coat, his shoes and his hat before moving up the stairs to you.

He leant against the doorframe as you’d victoriously placed the bed where it reiteratively sat every month, resting your hands on your hips to admire the handiwork you’d done without the assistance of your big strong Alfie who usually insisted on rolling up his sleeves and shifting it for you.

“See you don’t need me then, do ya treacle? Don’t need your old Alfie. Just an old bag in the wind, hmm?” He grunted, trying to seem unimpressed but couldn’t surprise the smile tugging at his lips when you pivoted to meet him, hurrying over and kissing him sweetly. “I’ll always need you, Alfie.” He smiled down at you. “Has it started yet?” He asked, head motioning over to your bed. You shook your head in response. “Not yet, tomorrow or the day after.” “Great” Alfie threw you over his shoulder and you yelped in surprise, carrying you over to the best and climbing on top of you. “Can have you one last time.” “What happened to the sciatica?” You teased, and he shook his head, already working on the zip of your skirt. “Hush now, darlin”

He loved making love to you before the practise of niddah, enough so you’d remember and carry a loving lisp until the day after it had finished so he was able to do it all over again. During niddah however, Alfie was completely respectful. Doing minimal, yet lovable touches reminding you he was still there. He’d make you breakfast and kiss the top of your head, hugging you close. He’d sit before bed and brush your hair gently. Regardless of his sciatica, he’d carry you through the threshold of the bedroom and to your own bed and tuck you in, telling you “a woman working as hard as yourself right now shouldn’t lift a finger.”

Sure, he’d get antsy at some point. But he’d never tell you that, instead humming a song to you and swaying you gently as he gritted his jaw and glare into the calendar, counting the days which seemed to prologue. But Alfie wouldn’t change it for the world.

And on that evening, when he’d walk back in with Cyril - cursing under his breath as a downpour had caught them by surprise half way. Mood dampened until he heard the all familiar screeching up stairs, beds reconnecting and he smiled, barely able to get his shoes and boots off and adrenaline easing the sciatic pain for a moment, half of his clothes off by the time he got up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, and pushing you gently but meaningfully onto the bed as you’d giggle as he’d devour you, a man starved.

Yeah, Alfie didn’t mind this life at all.

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Death Do Us Part | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ "I just... I thought that you would always be mine" + "You will never not be a part of me"

[I don't have specifics but could you make this one angst? Heavy angst is totally fine btw] ❞

: ̗̀➛ The trenches are not somewhere that anyone wants to be, and what happens at night is worse than what happens during the day.

: ̗̀➛ graphic depictions of death & injury, swearing, eaten alive, rats, eye gore

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The sounds coming from No Man's Land would forever echo against the tall wooden graves; burial sites of a land once flourishing and blooming with life, now scarred and wounded with such great cuts that could never heal.

Trees that were once beautiful dark greens in summer and would happily rest with nests on their powerful arms, were now barren and black and smelled of rot and decay. Nothing lived anymore.

Bushes did not grow fruit, spiders did not spin webs, birds did not sing. Nothing lived anymore. The sounds were made up of loud groaning mixed with screeching; sometimes the squeak of rats could be heard as they bit down on achy eyeballs and chewed through the soft, popping flesh.

Hoards of them would gather at night, feasting upon the soldiers who were injured and left on the battlefield; their deaths would be slow, eaten alive from the stomach and out of their backs and through their spines until their bodies gave up. It was a slow, terrible way to go.

Amongst the trenches, it wasn't much easier. Ticks and lice infested every man, regardless of if they were alice or dead, and food was constantly in short supply; the soldiers took to frying their parasites over small fires, and still found their stomachs gurgling and gargling.

Many of them were malnourished, their faces sunken, and their eyes slowly being sucked into their skulls. Disease was rife and rampant.

The mud and the dirt and the clay managed to sneak in through clothes and boots with ease, and if a man fell into the designated shit pits... he would have to stay in his dirty, disgusting uniform. Nobody was having a pleasant time.

Alfie sat by the edge of the trench the entire night, weeping with his face buried in his hands; the hot tears cascading through his fingertips as his body trembled and shook. It was the closest he could get, his fingers and knuckles stinging and raw and red.

His head was pounding, and the snot trickling down his face was sticking to his beard. He could still hear you struggling. The wet slap of the mud as you tried to drag yourself closer to the edge of the trench, leaving behind a slick and sticky trail as your lungs started to get smaller and smaller.

Alfie knew it was his own fault. He had tried too hard and too much to protect you, and he had killed you. He knew that his hands would forever be coated in blood, smeared all over his tattoos and stained on his pale palms for the whole world to see and then some.

He had tried to protect you. He had failed.

He could still picture it as he wept, rocking back and forth without even realising it.

You were wearing his gas mask, as yours had been damaged by enemy fire and there were no spares; he had pissed on a cloth and held it to his face in hopes that it would prevent the gas from getting to him. It didn't.

His eyes still burned, and he still let a string of greenish yellow foam spill from his throat as he tried to seek relief. You struggled to secure the gas mask, and he was too late to reach you; he watched with wide eyes when the bullet tore through your neck.

The sound of your gargling as you hit the ground and struggled, and although Alfie did his best to find his way to you, he was ripped away by the commanding officer; Jamie was the Colonel, and had wasted no time and grabbing Alfie by the shoulder and dragging him away from you.

And now Alfie was here; listening to you die slowly as he wept and wished that he had never tried to protect you.

Maybe if he hadn't tried, it would have saved you and maybe it would have allowed you to live another day. It was all his fault, and he knew it all too well. It was his fault.

He would have to tell his mother; she would be devastated to hear that he had killed his husband. She would hate him and scorn him for it, and he knew it. Everybody back home would detest him for it, and he couldn't even bring himself to try and absolve himself; he knew that they would be right.

He had killed you.

"Stay down, Solomons!" Jamie called when he noticed Alfie tear his hands away from his face and shakily grasp the ladder. "He's a dead man, now."

Alfie glared at him, clenching his jaw tightly. "So bloody what?"

"So," Jamie sighed as he took a few steps forward. Missing a hand, his blue eyes were full of sorrow as he swallowed thickly and shook his head. Golden hair cut short. "There's no use in trying to get him back. He's a dead man, Solomons. We don't fight for dead men."

Alfie shook his head. "That dead man saved your life. He saved mine! He was mine!"

"I know," Jamie whispered. "Just let him be, aye? He won't last til morning - rats are gonna get him."

"Just let me bring back his body," Alfie whispered. "Just his fuckin' body. Let me at least say goodbye to him, for fuck's sake."

Jamie checked his watch, then listened closely for a moment before nodding curtly. "Five minutes. If Jerry starts the blitz again, you get your arse back in this trench, aye?"

"Yes," Alfie agreed with gritted teeth before hoisting himself over the ladder and slamming into the mud and onto his stomach.

With a groan, he picked himself up, and collapsed by your side; on his back, he pulled your hand to his chest, flipping you over and pressing his temple to yours as he sniffled. You were weak, hardly responsive and only able to groan.

"I just... I thought you would always be mine until we died," Alfie grumbled. "I thought we'd grow old, together... it was always fuckin' meant to be us against all the other cunts in the world..."

Your breathing got shallower, and when he slipped his finger down to your wrist, he wept softly.

"Know I fuckin' loved you," he continued with a trembling voice, "know that you will never not be a part of me... I will never fuckin' let you go, alright? You're always gonna fuckin' be with me."

You spasmed, and he frowned as he turned onto his side and kissed your temple gently; his hot tears against your slowly cooling skin.

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Warm Welcome

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Requested by: @epaige0914

Summary: Alfie’s been out of Camden Town with work for far too long.

Warnings: reunited sex, soft smut, tiny hint of possessive Alfie

Gif creds to owner

Cyril’s booming bark roused you from your sleep, making you jolt upright and immediately start blearily scrambling for the revolver you kept in your bedside drawer for when you were home alone.

“Shhhh, you daft dog, you’ll wake up YN,” Alfie’s low voice carried up the rickety stairs, and despite his scolding of the bullmastiff, you knew for a fact he was scratching the dog behind his ears and letting him trot back off to his basket.

Flopping back onto the mattress, you could barely suppress a sleepy grin, giddy at the knowledge that your husband was back after gallivanting around Birmingham for two weeks. As his footsteps fell unevenly up the stairs, each thud hitting a creak in the floorboard, your excitement grew, bubbling up in your chest- and in the pit of your belly too.

The doorknob twisted as Alfie pushed into the room, and a small ‘oompf!’ Left his mouth as you careened into him, wrapping your arms around his broad chest, pressing your lips to his and knocking his wide brimmed hat off his head.

“Well, hello,” Alfie smirked as you pulled away.

“Missed you,” you murmured, your hands cupping his face, fingertips twirling in the sides of his beard. “Didn’t think you’d be back until Monday,”

“I’m here, pet… don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he said gently, kissing your forehead, before closing his lips over yours again, kissing you softly, groaning lowly when you ran your tongue over his lips, one hand cupping the back of his head. “Missed me, eh?” He murmured into your mouth, his voice a low rumble.

“You’ve been gone a fortnight nearly,” you whispered, voice hoarse as you felt his hands squeeze your hips.

“I know, darlin’” he said softly. “I’m back now, though, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you said softly, your body flush against his as you melted into his strong chest, his thick arms holding you tightly, flooding you with a sense of safety. “Alfie, please… need you,”

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Need me? Darlin’ you should’ve said… can’t have my missus feeling neglected now, can I?” He teased.

“Absolutely not,” you said, giving him a playful nudge as you tugged him over to the bed. He grinned, letting you push his overcoat and waistcoat off, before helping you with the buttons of his loose white shirt. As the final garment covering his chest fell to the ground you took a moment to admire his chest, the slope of his shoulders, the slight softness of his belly, the hair on his chest…

Taking advantage of your distraction, Alfie grasped the hem of your nightie, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the ground, leaving you bare before him. With a smirk, Alfie knocked your thighs apart, noting the glistening wetness smeared at the insides of your thighs. “Almost as though you’ve been waiting for me, love,” he grinned.

“Alfie please,” you whispered. “Don’t tease me, Alf, need you,” you moaned. You grasped his hand, pulling it to your wet centre. “Need you here,” you said, your blown pupils burning into his as he rubbed his ring-clad fingers over your cunt, the coolness and bumpiness of the metal making your eyelids flutter.

“Alright, love,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Lie back on the bed, yeah? I’ll sort you out, darlin’ I promise,”

Instantly, you scrambled to lay with your head on the pillows, legs spread as you watched Alfie kick off his trousers and boxers. As he kneeled between your thighs, thick cock in his fist, he lined up with your entrance, groaning lowly as your wetness soaked the tip of his cock. With a final whimpered ‘please,’ he pushed into your heat, the two of you groaning at the tight stretch of your cunt. After giving you a moment to adjust, he began rocking his hips. Unlike your usual fucking, this was much gentler, but no less pleasurable, the drag of his cock against your inner walls making your eyes roll with every measured thrust, the roll of his hips grinding his pubic bone against your swollen, neglected clit, making you whimper into the night, your sweet sounds mingling with his strained groans as he resisted the urge of fucking you through the mattress.

“I’ll f-fucking kill Tommy Shelby,” you moaned. “Keeping you away from me for too long,”

Alfie smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. “I know you will, darlin. But I don’t wanna hear that fucker’s name- or any other man’s name but mine for that matter- on your lips while I’m fucking you, yeah? Fucking mine.”

“Yours, Alfie! Please!” You cried, feeling your peak draw nearer and nearer from his possessive words, his measured thrusts, the fact that you had been apart for so long…

“Say it,” Alfie moaned, and from the wrinkle in his brow, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. “Say whose you are,”

“I’m yours, Alfie! All yours!” You moaned, and the clenching of your cunt launched Alfie over the edge, his thrusts stuttering as he filled you, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing the swollen nub. He had barely growled the command ‘come’ before you were quaking with your own release, back arching, tits pressed into his chest, and you were both sure you could feel the thudding of the other’s heart.

As Alfie pulled out of you, you whimpered, trying to cling into him. “Shh, pet, ‘m right here, yeah? Not going anywhere,” he murmured, laying beside you and tugging you into his chest, rubbing your back.

“Good,” you whispered. “Missed you so much, Alf,”

“I could tell,” he teased, smirking as you squirmed. “Go on, you go back to sleep, love. I’ll still be here when you wake. Promise,”

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beautifultypewriter · 4 years

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Inspired by postmodern jukebox’s version of Talk Dirty, can I request an Alfie Solomons x reader where he sees one of his old friends dancing in one of the new clubs and they flirt and he’s just going on about sin and what would their old rabbi say about sweet young YN dancing like a harlot to cover up the fact that he’s getting v flustered :) Thank you- in LOVE with your writing ♥️

Thanks so much!! Okay, so I love Postmodern Jukebox and this cover is so good like Robyn’s vocals are 10/10 and the fact that she does the rap in Yiddish? Amazing.

Anyway this is all queued up for tomorrow night! Hope you like it!

#requests

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xmalereader · 5 years

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—The Peaky Blinders—

《 BloodHound Series 》

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• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Request: pls pls pls can we get a tommy shelby and male reader fic?? hes like a huge comfort character for me and ive been having like some super bad depression recently. it would mean so much to have a comforting tommy fic to read or smth, but pls dont stress if you cant do it ;; i rlly look forward to hearing your response !

• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Requested: I mean Dom tommy x sub Male reader, tommy was the one who looked after yn as he grew up, took care of him whilst your parents were doing their thing, tommy got to see you grow into such a beautiful boi, little did he know you were crushing over him too, it was years later, on your 18th tommy decided to tell you everything not expecting you to feel the same and basically, hot steamy car sex enrolls!

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• Thomas Shelby X Son! Reader

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who is hidden from the world, so what happens if one night he is able to be himself? What happens if he’s caught?

• Part Two

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• Alfie Solomon’s X Male Reader

Requested: Hey hun, hope I'm sending this the right place, if not then excuse me, I'm new to this ahaha. I wanted to request something with Alfie. I was thinking something about Alfie and the reader being together and the workers starts harassing the reader and Alfie is not having any of it and just to whatever else you please. If it's shit then feel free to deny it. Love your page and stories

• Thomas Shelby X FTM Reader

Requested; hey! hope you're well!! could i request a Tommy x m reader where r is ftm and is feeling Not Good Enough™ and Mr T Fooken Shelby makes him feel better? I'm aware that's vague as fuck and i am so sorry! :)

• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Requested: Heya, can i request a thomas shelby one where the reader is new to the gang and Thomas starts getting feelings for him but tries to suppress it until they have to go on a dangerous mission and the reader gets hurt? Love your writings and hope you have a great day

• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Summary: Reader is alone and can’t say goodbye

• Din Djarin X Male Reader X Thomas Shelby

Requested: Is it ok if I simply ask for something with Din Djarin and Tommy Shelby? I want something with them but my brain isn't helping me with coming up with specifics for the fic :(

• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Requested: So can I request Thomas Shelby × male!reader, where Y/N just moved to Birmingham, and still doesn't know anyone, but walking home at night, he finds Tommy after the events at the end of the first episode of the second season, and takes him home to treat him, since he is a doctor. And after he treats Thomas, it turns out that they have known each other since the days of France, where Y/N was a field orderly. At that time they were in love, but they were scattered around the world, and no one is exactly who is from where.

• Thomas Shelby x Son! Male Reader

Requested: Hi, I saw your requests open and I love your writing! Could I please request a Thomas Shelby x Son!reader where the son takes a bullet for Tommy and comes very close to dying, like he goes into a coma and Thomson's devastated and sure that the reader will die. The reader wakes up.after like 2 weeks and its all angst until its happy ending?

• Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

Requested: Hey, I could have a Tommy Shelby where he and her husband adopt a baby and when they're gone, John and Arthur will have to take care of him (even though they know it's a bad idea) and they both start cursing in front of the baby and his first word is "fuck". Both are desperate to keep him from saying the word again and when Tommy and her husband arrive, the first thing they hear is a "fuck" from their little angel?

• Thomas Shelby X Angel Male Reader

Requested: Could you do a shot where reader is Tommy’s guardian angel who protects him? Thank you!

• Thomas Shelby x male reader x Theseus Scamander

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who has nothing to do with his fathers business, he keeps to himself and shys away from society. Thomas knew that his son is a closed off man until he finds hidden love letters that were being sent to his son and plans to get to the bottom of it.

• Thomas Shelby X Vampire! Male Reader

Summary: Reader is a doctor who works with the Shelby family and befriends Thomas Shelby, oh and he’s also a vampire. - #1 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby X Vampire! Male Reader

Summary: Just some more facts about little baby vamp and Thomas . - #2 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby X Vampire Male Reader

Summary: A crossover between the Shelby family and the Cullens. . - #3 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby X Vampire Male Reader

Summary: Reader attends one of Thomas parties due to him being forced, the doctor not wanting to be there tries to leave the party until he meets an old family name, a name that he always feared. Oswald Mosley. . - #4 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby X Vampire Male Reader

Summary: Reader is woken up at an early time to check up on Thomas Shelby, who is too stubborn to pay attention to his own health. . - #5 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire Male Reader

Summary: Final part of the vampire series.

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Incorrect Quotes:

Leave me alone

Unfortunate

Yeah, no shit—

New Signature

I’ll kill you

Honeymoon

I love you

#male reader #Thomas Shelby #thomas shelby x son reader #thomas shelby x ftm reader #Thomas Shelby x male reader #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders imagine

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