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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 1

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Period Era Sexism

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic in over a year, but I dont know I just wanted to have fun! Also lets be real... i needed these ideas out of my head. Please enjoy, have fun! Have an amazing rest of your day! Hi everyone!!! So this became a multi chapter story! This has been so much fun and I am so excited to see where this story goes! If you are interested in continuing this story, go to my tags and click ‘Interviews for New Beginnings’ there all parts will be together! Eventually I’ll put together a master list for it! Love you guys so much, I’m so glad you guys are having fun!!

You had heard about this job from your cousin Eli. And maybe that should’ve been the first clue that perhaps this may not have been a completely legal or safe or upstanding or above the table or whatever good adjective your parents could come up with position. But you had told Eli that you needed a job! And he did find you one! And your parents should be overjoyed that you will be working in the same “bakery” as a male cousin. It’s not proper for a woman to be working without a family member’s presence… especially where there are other men in the office.

“When you go in there be sure to look strong, but not too strong, emphasize that you’re docile and you want to please him.” Eli had been quizzing you about your skill sets and how you were to behave in the interview the entire walk to “The Bakery”. And while Eli was so sweet and more of a brother than a cousin… you couldn’t keep your irritation at bay.

“Tell me Eli… am I interviewing for the position of personal secretary or personal wh-“

“And don’t be so quick with that mouth of yours! Listen… Mr. Solomons is one of the most important men in Camden. This could be a really big opportunity for you. Being the personal secretary of one of the biggest names in the city can give you a steady income and some real independence! But that means you can’t be so…”

“Myself?” You say with a cocked brow and a bumped hip.

Eli’s eyes lit up as if a child he had been teaching finally understood arithmetic, “yes! Yes exactly! Listen while you’re in front of Mr. Solomons, it’s ‘yes sir’ and no questions asked. Got it?”

You sigh and roll your eyes. It felt like you had had this conversation so many times in different ways. Why did your parents care to educate you so much if you weren’t allowed to use your mind? You had asked your father many times, if God gave you a mouth and brain, why shouldn’t you be allowed to use them? And he was never really able to answer beyond a couple phrases talking about the ‘role of women’. You had just been fired from a doctor’s office due to talking back to an unruly patient. Truthfully, this was your last shot to get real independence. It was either this job… or letting your parents begin the process of finding a husband.

You finally reach the door of the bakery, and Eli turns you toward him to fix your hair and straighten your sweater, “Ok ok. Here we are dearest. Now just follow me, don’t make eye contact with everyone and just… be good.”

You chuckle out a, “Yes mum.”

With a laugh he shoves your arm, and gives his name to the young man standing by the door. With a nod he opens the door and lets you in, quickly following Eli’s steps.

While Eli said you couldn’t make eye contact with anyone he never said you couldn’t look at the bakery. It didn’t take you long to notice that while all the men were wearing aprons… there was a distinct lack of… bread… or anything to do with bread. Soon after this you began to feel that memorable tickle in your nose. Rum you thought to yourself. With a smirk you ran up behind Eli and whispered, “Wow quite the bakery Eli. Does the family know about your little rum house job?”

His face was pale, and he was clearly in no mood to joke. With a huff you returned to your previous pace, and you see that the office is just ahead.

Suddenly you feel the flush in your neck, and begin to steel yourself. You had of course heard about Mr. Alfred Solomons. The King of Camden. The Brave War Captain turned Ruthless Gangster. Eli was not kidding when he said that Mr. Solomons was one of the most important people in the city. He ruled the community. This was not the time and place for your mouth to act up. This was the time to behave and play it safe.

Eli rapped the door of the private office gently, and was met with a gruff, "What now!?"

Eli with a shaking hand opened the door, "Mr. Solomons? It's me Eli I..."

"What the fuck do you want eh? Come on now yeah you interrupt me and just stand there acting like you've been struck dumb by God. Come on!!"

Eli kept stammering, basically useless, so you stepped up, "Mr. Solomons, I'm Eli's cousin. I'm here for the secretary position."

Mr. Solomons eyebrows furrowed, looking you up and down. You couldn't help but feel like a child in front of his stare. Fiery, discerning, and just plain terrifying. "You said you're here for what?"

"The secretary position. My cousin said you were in need of a secretary."

Mr. Solomons looked at Eli and looked at you, "And you think you're qualified for a secretary position?"

The heat in your chest started to grow. And you could feel your temper begging to be let out. But you had to make a good impression. You needed this job. You needed to be sweet and to behave.

You nodded, "Yes sir, I can assure you I am I-"

"I'm sorry treacle but this simply will not do." Mr. Solomons cut you off. "What I am doing here right? I'm running a legitimate business. I am running something very difficult that little girls like you simply could not deal with yeah? Now run along and go do whatever young girls do yeah?"

"Mr. Solomons I-"

"Treacle now you're making me a little frustrated right, I said run along now."

You could feel the heat rising and rising, and Eli tugging at your sleeve, "Mr. Solomons if you will just listen-"

Mr. Solomons rose from his desk, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I SAID LEAVE."

"I AM YOUR NEW SECRETARY DAMNIT."

The room went silent. The entire bakery went silent. And from the corner of your eye you can see different men pausing, waiting to see what would happen next.

Alfred Solomons, for the first time in his life, was left speechless. The last woman who had yelled at him was his mother. Usually, women run and hide from him upon the first interaction. Men have wet themselves from his bellowing. Yet... this little woman is standing here, screaming at him, demanding to be heard. He did not know what to do, he could only stare at her.

You tried to be good. You really did try! But it was too late now. Mr. Solomons was just staring at you, and you had a point to make.

"Mr. Solomons, I am the most capable secretary that you will ever have walk through these doors. I am fluent in Russian, Yiddish, Hebrew, and French. Not only can I read and write, I was the best in my class in maths. I am a damn good baker, though clearly you do not need my services there. I am incredibly punctual and polite and am able to talk to anyone. And to top it all off, I make a very good cup of tea. Now I put on my best dress and shoes and I walked 45 minutes to get to your ridiculous office and I will be damned if I will leave here without a job! Do I have your attention now sir?"

While you were speaking Alfred Solomons had slowly lowered himself into his seat, with a smile on his face. He was stroking his beard, considering your fiery eyes, and the shape of your lips while you yelled at him. He began to laugh to himself, "Come sit down treacle. Eli, get the fuck out, stand by the door."

You turned to look at your cousin, but he had already closed the door behind him. You walked to the desk where Mr. Solomons was sitting, and took a seat directly in front of him. Where he had been leaning back in his chair, he was now leaning forward on the desk, resting on his elbows on top of a thick layer of papers. His eyes twinkled, and a handsome smirk played on his lips. Your rage was still simmering, and it was hating you for staring at those eyes.

"You can read and write?"

"Yes."

"How fast can you type?"

"80 words per minute."

"You're good at math?"

"You want to put a slate in front of me and have me recite a King's speech as well Mr. Solomons?"

He barked out a laugh, "Fuck me. You've got a sharp tongue on you don't you?"

"I have language why not use it."

"Fucking hell...alright listen here you little viper. I want you here every morning at 8 o'clock. Ready to work. You will have many a late night in this job. You will be my personal secretary, which means when I say "come here", I better see you before I finish that sentence. You'll need to write letters for me as well as manage my meetings alright? You will be my shadow. Any questions?"

"What is my salary?"

He paused, staring at you, seemingly trying to see how low you would take, "4 pounds a week."

"6"

"Good Lord what do you need 6 pounds a week for? 4 and a half and thats generous."

"Mr. Solomons I'm not stupid I know what you do. You need me. You want to become a respectable businessman you need someone like me to make sure your affairs are in order. I know you are working with many different people, and you need my abilities. I am the best you will ever have. 5 and a half."

Alfred keeps stroking his beard...wondering how the hell Eli could be related to someone so strong... and how much it was going to cost to keep you, "5 pounds a week. And I will give you a Hanukkah bonus."

"...And Rosh Hoshannah off."

"Done."

You stood to shake his hand, firmly, though he kept smirking as he shook yours. "Alright my little viper, I will see you tomorrow. Bring ink and a notebook. We start at 8."

"Thank you Mr. Solomons. You won't regret this!"

"Alfie. You will call me Alfie from now on."

The way he said it while staring into your eyes brought a heat to your cheeks, and you prayed that he couldn't see any change in your demeanor. "Alfie." You whispered as you nodded and walked away.

He couldn't help but linger there in that moment, watching you walk away, speaking animatedly with Eli. Never had he ever felt so... struck by a woman before. He had women before of course, but no woman had captivated him the way you just did. He needed you. He needed you with him, in any way that you allowed him to have you near. Maybe this was a mistake, but he highly doubted it. How could a mistake be so beautiful?

"OLLIE!" He yelled, "WE NEED A DESK AND CHAIR NOW!"

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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One Look | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Alfie Solomons: Hello! You doing good? I hope so 🖤. May I please humbly request of you something using the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Don't roll your eyes at me"+"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon"+"I thought we were... forget it" Thank you so very much 🖤🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Alfie doesn't take too kindly to someone else eyeing up what's his.

tws: swearing, threats and threats of murder, jealousy and possessiveness

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Luca shifted in his seat, swallowing thickly as he looked at you; you had dropped your pen, and when you had bent down to retrieve it, he had gotten the perfect view of your backside.

But he knew that you were off limits, he knew that he couldn't lay a hand on you or else Alfie would have his guts for garters; he could only look, feeling like his hands were chained to the arms of the chair as he clenched his jaw and took in a harsh breath. The way Alfie had spoken about you, Luca had guessed that there was something going on; protective, possessive, harsh, jealous.

Luca knew that Alfie wouldn't hesitate, everybody did; all it took was one look at how Alfie treated you to know that there wasn't anything that that man wouldn't do for you. There were no lines in the sand for Alfie to cross, not when it came to you. But… Luca couldn't help but to look.

Your slightly unbuttoned shirt that showed off your skin, the trousers that hugged your ass so perfectly, the scattered droplets of sweat running against the back of your neck and down your head to settle on your brow.

The shape of your lips and how you smiled. The colour of your eyes and how he could have sworn that he had only seen a colour that breathtaking when he had seen artwork in a museum.

Luca swallowed thickly, knowing that you wouldn't even take another glance at him, knowing that if he so much as lifted a finger, Alfie would destroy him. Luca couldn't help but to wonder, though.

Did Alfie know what he had?

Did he appreciate the curve of your ass?

Did he appreciate the masterpiece of your eye colour?

Did he appreciate the soft glitter of sweat on your skin?

Did he appreciate your exposed skin?

Did he appreciate the shape of your lips?

Your smile?

Did he appreciate you at all?

Maybe it was stupid of him to think, you were obviously loyal to Alfie, you made that more than clear when he strolled in; immediately and excitedly going to him. Your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply, leaning into him when he pulled you close.

Refusing to budge from his side, leaning into him and smiling at him. Alfie glared at Luca, who had been caught staring.

"The fuck you lookin' at?" Alfie hissed. "You fuckin' makin' eyes at my partner?"

Luca shifted in his seat, clearing his throat and trying to put on a show of stoicism. "No. Of course not, Mister Solomons. You made it perfectly clear that your partner is strictly off limits."

Alfie nodded curtly, looking at you from the corner of his eye for a second. Silently asking for your opinion. You hummed, squirming in his grasp and got a little closer. "That cunt didn't lay a hand on you, did he?"

"No," you shook your head. "He wouldn't be breathing if he was."

He laughed at that, grinning at you for a moment as he nodded in approval. "Taught you well enough."

You looked smug as you followed Alfie with great loyalty, waiting for him to sit at his desk before you brought yourself down on his lap; your back against the arm of the chair, you relaxed when Alfie let his hand rest on the inside of your upper thigh, dangerously close.

Luca sighed, doing his best not to hang his head and shake it; you were so loyal, more so than the likes of Doc Holliday. You were loyal, and there was nothing that Luca could do about it - the worst part was that Alfie seemed to pick up on Luca's train of thought, as he grinned and grabbed your chin with his free hand, pulling you in for a kiss purely to show off.

"Mister Solomons, I thought we were… forget it. We'll reschedule."

Alfie cocked a brow, not even taking his eyes from you as he grumbled under his breath. "You fuckin' sit there lookin' like you fuckin' despise me bein' with my partner in my own fucking office. You sit there with a face like a slapped ass, you fuckin' think I'd let you reschedule?"

"You're clearly busy," Luca huffed.

"Nah, we ain't," Alfie chuckled. "Are we, love?"

You shook your head, refusing to break his gaze. "Course not, Alf! We ain't busy."

"That's what I thought," he confirmed with a soft kiss. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Luca roll his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, sunshine."

"Tell him, Alf," you muttered. "Go on, lay into him."

Alfie grinned, shaking his head fondly as he finally properly looked at Luca. He wasn't impressed, in all honesty. Sure, Luca was tall, and with that big overcoat and the toothpick in between his lips, he had an intimidating look to him. Not enough to make Alfie even think twice, though.

"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon, you yank cunt," Alfie clicked his fingers, grabbing Luca's attention. "You fuckin' look at my partner again, and I'll fuckin' show you what I told Tommy Shelby for doin' the same."

Luca huffed. "Mister Solomons-"

"One more look," Alfie warned. "Even just a fuckin' glance. I will take that pretty face of yours, and I will shred it against the fuckin' bricks outside. I will fuckin' shoot you. I will kill you."

Luca was a seasoned enough gangster to know that Alfie wouldn't be joking. That he was serious. "Understood."

"My partner," Alfie barked out. "You touch even a fuckin' hair on their head - I will cut you down."

Luca took a step back. "Are we done here?"

"No," Alfie scoffed quietly. "Sit the fuck down, yank. We got business, ain't we?"

Reluctantly, Luca took a seat opposite the desk; he couldn't deny that it was hard for him to see you with Alfie. You were so fucking stunning, breathtaking - yet, you only had eyes for Alfie. Your loyalty would only ever lie with Alfie. Luca didn't have a fucking chance.

You loved Alfie.

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lucyswinter · 4 months

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anadelaney79 · 2 years

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Whenever he wants

Summary: Alfie comes back home. I know that's a pretty bad summary.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Words: 1200

Warnings: 18+. Some blood, oral sex (male receiving), sex.

Title: Whenever he wants

You hear his footsteps down the hallway and you can tell for sure what's his current mood. That is how well you know him. And you are never wrong.

You sink a little deeper into the bathtub, letting the hot water covers you completely, and keep quiet, listening carefully to his heavy steps down the wooden floor. He is probably tired, you think. He's been out all day; when you wake up at sunrise, he was already gone, the bed empty and cold around you. But there is something more.

You hear him as he stops and opens the bedroom door, although he doesn't go in. He retraces his remaining steps to the bathroom, where you're engulfed in a cloud of soft steam and the sweet jasmine scent of the soap.

You squirm in anticipation. What Alfie provokes in you is indescribable. It is, at the same time, a padlocked box and an open book that you can read as if you knew it by heart. You know he adores you, even when he is so distant sometimes, or even when he comes home and doesn't talk for hours. You know that he is deep in his thoughts, but the slightest gesture lets you know that you are still there, deep inside him.

The door opens and his eyes narrows as he sees you. The warm light from the candles that illuminate the bathroom dances on his face, and his stern expression softens a little, almost imperceptibly.

He lets out a moan and rests his hat on a furniture next to him.

-Hello Alfie -your voice is low, almost like a whisper.

He looks at you, taking his time for his eyes to wander all over your body, sunken under the water. He doesn't say a word. He takes off his coat and waistcoat slowly, sets them aside, and pulls up a chair, sitting down.

-Do you want me to...? -you start to say getting up, but he stops you.

-Shhh... -he cross his index over his plump lips- Stay there.

You lie back in the bathtub and rub the soap on your arms. Alfie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, a mixture of pleasure and relaxation, as if trying to slowly let his troubles drift away from him.

-Rub it over your breasts -he says, his eyes still closed.

You obey. You want to please him, to make him happy.

Your hands slide down your throat to your chest, and stop at your nipples. Alfie open his eyes, both dark pearls under his heavy eyebrows. His nostrils flare, capturing the scented air into their lungs. There is that fire on his look, a fire you know well.

Your nipples perk under the gentle touch of your soapy fingers, your back arches and you start to feel those well known flames in your core. And it's not because of your hands caressing yourself, but because his eyes over your body.

He grunts and adjust himself on the chair, his legs wide open.

-Come here -you say, but he growls as an answer.

-You look so fucking perfect there, sweethart -he strokes his beard, his eyes sparkling- Don't wanna ruin that.

You look at him, adjusting your eyes to low light . His face is splattered with blood, and there is a deep cut on his right hand.

-You're hurt... -you let the words out in a breath.

-It's nothing -he runs his other hand through his beard

You get out of the tub and wrap yourself in a blue silk robe. You grab a clean towel and wet it in the sink next to him, take some bandages from a drawer, and kneel in front of him, who hasn't stopped looking at you. You take his hand in yours and begin to gently clean the wound. He sighs, letting his warm breath fall on your head.

-It's deep -you tell him after cleaning the wound- Is there any more?

He shakes his head in denial and you wrap his hand in the bandage in silence. It hurts you to see him like this, but you say nothing. It hurts you more than hurts him, you can tell for sure. And he knows.

Alfie puts his hand under your chin and forces you to look at him. His eyes search yours, green over brown, deep, talking with no words.

You start to clean the blood on his face in silence, as you think how much you love him, how deep you love him. You always have. And even when you knew Alfie came with all of this baggage, you couldn't help to fall deeply in love anyway.

When you finish your fingers run slowly over the soft fabric of his bloodstained shirt, opening the buttons one by one. His chest is one of your favorite places in the world, and you caress it gently. He rests his hand on yours, and guides it down to his belt. You open it and he spread his legs wider, giving you more space between them. Your hand reaches for his erect manhood.

He takes a deep breath and his hands clench into fists as your mouth wraps around his cock. You want him, all of him, and start sucking softly but yet firmly, moistening it with your tongue.

-Fuck it -he says, and his palms rest on the sides of your head, leading the rhythm little by little.

You take him in as much as you can, from the tip to almost making you gag. The pleasure is his as much as yours.

His hands cup your cheeks and you stand in front of him, opening the ribbon that closes your robe. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, guiding your legs to his sides.

You sit on him, guiding his cock inside you, and you let out a deep breath as he slides inside with his eyes locked on yours, searching for clues to guide him on his next steps. You wrap your hands around his neck and he licks your nipples hard, alternating with his teeth, tugging at the sensitive skin, making you gasp.

-Alfie... -you say as you move up and down, slowly speeding up.

He says nothing at all, but he puts his arms around you so tight that you can only move your hips. His head rests on your chest, and you know he can hear your heart beating inside. You hug his head, running your fingertips through his messy hair.

The friction on your clit gets you closer every second to your liberation. Pleasure swirls in your center and it doesn't take long before you feel yourself pulsing on him.

-Come for me -are the only words that he says almost in a inaudible growl with his head still on your chest, and that is all it takes to finally release your orgasm.

Your head spins and it takes you a few seconds to come back to yourself. You take his face in your hands and lift it up to look into his eyes. Your lips caress his, and he opens his mouth to let your tongue invade his mouth. Alfie begins to move again, this time is harder, seeking his own orgasm, until you feel how it tenses under you, releasing completely inside you.

He rests his forehead on your chest, breathing hard, agitated.

-You don't fucking deserve this -he says.

-This? What do you...

-Waiting for me every night, not knowing if I'll even come back -he interrupts you- Cleaning up the blood from other people on my body. I don't fucking deserve you.

-Alfie, look at me -he slowly rises his head first, then his eyes searches for yours, bright and clear- I will always love you.

-Don't ever leave me -he whispers against your lips, as they open and seek for your tongue with his, lazily tangling again, his cock still deep inside you, hardening again.

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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solomons-finest-rum · 2 years

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“Great Libraries of the Ancient World” (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) — Part 1/2

SUMMARY — Dark Academia AU. When you accepted the position of a librarian in an elite boarding school, you weren't exactly prepared for the mess that your predecessor had left in said library, and most importantly—for a certain Literature professor that would soon turn your world upside down.

AUTHOR��S NOTE — This is written for the 600 Celebration Event for the lovely Lee from @zablife! 💗💗💗 Congratulations on your milestone babes and thank you for agreeing to make it a two-parter because I think the muse got a little bit carried away with this one 🙈 and thank you so much to @alfie-darling for being the most gracious beta reader! 💗💗💗

WORD COUNT — 3,862

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It all started with a job advertisement that was a little too good to be true. At least that’s what your gut told you when you read about the salary and the words “permanent position” bolded out like that.

To be fair, though, the entire advertisement was rather unusually written. It truly felt as if two different people worked on it simultaneously and then backtracked throughout it to fix one another’s mistakes.

What you should have found equally odd, too, was how that little square of the newspaper ad section almost called out to you; like a little whisper beckoning you closer. But then, as you did indeed get closer, you spotted the catch.

“An all-male boarding school?!” your mother exclaimed as soon as you told her about your curious little find in the paper.

And, as expected, she was more than ready to start one of her ungodly rants. You saw your father immediately hiding behind Times, his moustache already hinting a twitch. It always twitched when he tried to suppress a giggle.

“Mother, I really think—” you tried to explain, but you knew it would be of no use. Your mother was already easing herself into a lengthy tangent.

“My world, what is that foolish girl up to now, God help us all! Are you hearing this, sir?” She turned towards your father with her usual silent request for participation in berating you. He wouldn’t budge.

“Yes, dearest, I am hearing it directly and first-hand,” your father hummed, “and likewise, I think the neighbours heard you loud and clear.”

“That is just unheard of!” Your mother raised her voice even more, obviously unwilling to take the feedback. “That a girl her age would travel unchaperoned to God knows where and stay alone in a school for boys!”

“Darling, I’m convinced the other staff will be present as well, unless they expect our daughter to teach all subjects and manage the library single-handedly, in which case I dare say the proposed salary is quite ridiculous for a task of that size.” Your father winked at you behind your mother’s back and your heart swelled. You already knew you had his blessing.

“Unbelievable!” Your mother walked around the room now, much like a general preparing for his one final strike. “You, sir, would sentence your own daughter to a public scandal! How do you expect us to find her a proper match when she would be branded so?! Oh, I feel a weakness come over me already…” As your mother succumbed to her prophesied “weakness” and swooned onto a chaise lounge, which both you and your father already knew came just as she was out of arguments, your father swiftly put down his newspaper and rang for the maid.

“You called, my lady?” She came in quicker than ever, probably already having heard her mistress all the way downstairs.

“Yes! Fetch me my drops from the bathroom cabinet, quickly!” Your mother waved her hand dismissively. The maid curtsied and ran upstairs to get the medicine.

“Oh, oh, my head!” your mother whined anew, but you knew that the spectacle was already over.

“Now then,” your father cleared his throat and folded the newspaper neatly in four squares as he always did. “Show us the advertisement,” he demanded curtly, though you knew his tone was not meant to be dismissive.

A typical English gentleman, your father was a no-nonsense type of man, rarely prone to showing emotion. Nonetheless, you knew his judgement would be fair and sound.

You quickly handed him your own paper and smiled when he huffed at the wrinkled state of it. He read the circled ad with a usual frown that occurred when he was truly focused.

“Oh, finally!” your mother exclaimed then when the maid came back with a silver tray.

“Apologies, my lady,” the maid muttered softly and placed the tray on the side table to then prepare the concoction of bitter drops, just like the doctor ordered.

“Little more,” your mother grumbled, watching her like a hawk, though just with one eye open.

“But my lady—”

“That will do, Mary!” Your mother dismissed her and the girl, still not used to her mistress’ violent temper, nearly dropped the bottle. She curtsied again and left the room even more abruptly than before, obviously relieved for not having to witness the hysteria any longer.

You, on the other hand, had to endure it all your life. It was partly why you wanted to find employment as far away from London as possible. Times were changing after the Great War, a fact that your mother wouldn’t accept and your father seemed oddly fine with.

Perhaps it had to do with the fact you were an only child. That is, the only one surviving out of the three, as your brother and sister died in infancy, leaving your father with no natural heirs and no one to inherit the title. That was partly why he supported you pursuing your own money, as he tended to be infinitely more realistic than his wife.

Your mother never quite got over the fact that all her ancestral possessions would one day go to some distant cousin, solely for the reason that he was born a man. You yourself gradually got used to the idea–especially since it left your prospects rather flexible. It would make no difference if you married or not, and so you allowed yourself the luxury of fastidiousness that infinitely amused your father and brought on your mother’s hysteria fits.

Personally, you found books more interesting than other people and as time went by you came to the conclusion that no pathetic suitor would ever live up to the dark, mysterious heroes from your favourite novels.

“It’s certainly strange,” your father then said, taking you out of your head.

He sat down on the sofa and you settled next to him, eager to hear his point. Fortunately, the drops acted quickly and since your mother had just swallowed double the recommended dose, she was now completely quiet.

“But the salary is rather handsome,” you offered and he nodded in agreement.

“What worries me is the distance,” he said. “How will you cope all by yourself?”

There was genuine care in the way he asked it and you took his hand in yours, touched by the sentiment.

“They have telephones, I’m sure. I’ll write to you often, I–”

“Doesn’t your mother’s sister live close to Lincoln?” Your father got up then and clearly the tender moment was over. He was back to planning.

“Aunt Clarissa?” you whined. “Father, please…”

You were already disappointed. While you have only met your aunt once or twice in your life, the Dowager Countess Clarissa Stoneshire of Inselwards Hall was hardly a less dramatic companion than her sister.

“Yes, we should give her a call.”

“To…?”

“Ask her about that school.”

“Father…”

“That is my one condition,” he concluded and you hang your head, already certain your hopes would turn into dust.

“Oh, the scandal!” Your mother exclaimed once more, though infinitely weaker, still clutching her handkerchief like her last lifeline.

“It’s Yorkshire, dearest,” your father grunted as he reached for the telephone. “I’d hardly call it running away to the jungle to teach the lions how to start a fire.”

If only your father knew just how wrong he was.

During your first week, you already knew that dealing with hormonal adolescent boys was no different from taming wild boars. And seeing as you had no real experience with either, you quickly came to appreciate the fact that you were a librarian and not their teacher. As it happened, said wild boars rarely found themselves in need to read.

Quite surprisingly, your Aunt Clarissa had nothing but reluctant praise for the entire institution, which subsequently solidified your father’s support for you seeking the job. As it was close to her estate, she knew all about it. You still couldn’t believe it when your father reported her words:

“Is that truly what she said?” you asked him time and again, and you could see he was as surprised as you.

“Apparently it produced the finest young men in the country. Some of them MP’s, even.” Your father shook his head and looked at the advertisement once more.

Your mother was still napping and you knew you could discuss the matter easily.

“So you will let me call them?” you asked and nearly yelped with joy when your father nodded.

“No, wait,” he then said just as you reached for the phone handle. “I will call them. The headmaster should know who he is employing, that’s only proper.”

“Father, please…” you pleaded, but he was already speaking to the operator.

As you sat on the sofa and listened to one side of that conversation, your disappointment only grew. Yes, you really wanted the position, but you didn’t want to be employed just based on your name. You had references to show that you were much more than that.

You received the offer letter from the school in the following weeks and as you skimmed the contents of it, your stomach sank. They were “delighted to accept your candidacy for Head Librarian”, with your current references “more than sufficient”, hoping that “the enclosed first class train ticket would show their appreciation”. You shook your head and threw yourself on the bed dramatically, already disappointed that they would treat you with unnecessary courtesy that wouldn’t otherwise apply if your birthright remained unknown.

But none of that turned out to be true once you started working…

You quickly saw that there was a reason why they so eagerly accepted your candidacy and none of it had anything to do with your name.

As it turned out, your predecessor left the library in a state of complete disarray, one you knew would take you months to get in order. Not only that, she disappeared abruptly one night without any notice, leaving everyone baffled and speculating about it to this day.

As for the library, the task of cleaning up the mess would potentially take you even longer once the headmaster gave you the full tour—the school library was not only ancient but also enormous, and it took up two entire floors. The way the headmaster explained it, the library held countless priceless manuscripts and once bestowed with the key to the restricted section, you quickly assessed that the books collected there probably belonged in a museum.

“The fact of the matter is,” the headmaster said as you ended your tour by your tiny office located on the second floor, “we do need your help, Miss. And I’m hoping it will be more permanent than the last person in this position,” he added bitterly, his formidable black moustache twitching like an antenna that sensed disappointment. “She left us quite abruptly and as you can see, the state of things leaves much to be desired.”

That would be putting it mildly. Before you even finished sorting out the library cards and getting to arrange the general literature section from A to E, you realised that the endeavour would probably take your sanity along with it. Whatever the previous librarian used to get things done, it was most likely magic—though whatever happened here to get it to that state was most likely a hurricane.

Much like the library, the school itself was also much grander than expected. Formerly an abbey, and truly holding onto its gothic look tooth and nail, it reminded you of a haunted castle from one of your novels.

On average, you got lost at least five times a day and got so fed up with it that you even drafted yourself a hand-drawn map. Only… Even when you used it on the spot, pencil clutched tight in between your ink-stained fingers, you could swear that the doors and the corridors that were just there the day before weren’t there on the next.

However, nothing could have prepared you for the real reason why the previous librarian chose to vacate the position—and even though at first you weren’t sure that was the case, the evidence would quickly pile up against the man to give more than a clear picture of the menace he was…

Said real reason burst in through the door one gloomy afternoon, causing you to nearly drop every single book you were holding, and subsequently get thrown off the ladder you were balancing on as well.

“What in the name of…!” You shouted, as you desperately clutched the heavy volumes with one hand and held onto the tall shelf with the other.

Fortunately for you, these large wooden stacks were sturdy enough to sustain a much larger impact than yourself.

“You there!” you exclaimed and the stranger finally looked up to meet your unforgiving glare. The heavy doors to the library then slammed shut behind him, accentuating his unexpected entrance.

Broad-shouldered and with a beard like that, he couldn’t have been a student—though as short-sighted as you were, it could have all very well been in your head.

What wasn’t, though, was what the man said next, in a booming, commanding tone:

“Right you are, luv, you go on, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna see if the old witch was hoardin’ the books I ordered all those bloody weeks ago, don’t trouble yourself.”

“What?!”

“No danger, luv, I know the way!”

“Excuse me! Excuse me, where do you think you’re going?!” You nearly fell off the ladder again, but he paid you no more mind. That for some reason made you angrier than anything else.

“You come back here at once!” you shrieked.

That, to your astonishment, seemed to have finally worked. All you heard was the stranger mutter something under his breath, but he did come back to you as ordered—scowling. You thought it an unseemly manner, especially when faced with such justified outrage as yours. It was as if he was almost pleasantly surprised at it…

“Right then, you alright up there, sweetie?” he asked you all too bluntly once he made it towards you.

“No, of course not!” you scoffed. “Who are you and what do you think you’re doing?!”

You waited patiently for the explanation that never came—because in all of his audacity, the man just smirked.

“Who am I?” he scoffed. “Luv—”

“I am not your love, don’t you call me that!”

“Right…”

“And start explaining yourself or I’ll…”

“Or what?” he grimaced.

“Or I’ll tell the headmaster!”

“Ah,” the stranger’s smirk only grew. “Yeah, you do that, sweetheart,” he concluded and then waltzed towards your private office as if it were his own.

“You…! Impertinent man, you get out of my library!” you shrieked, but then yelped, now a little less sure since any second now you could be falling down to your death out of pure outrage alone.

“Yeah, that’s a bit uncalled for. Can ya throw me the keys?”

“What?! That is none of your concern, that is my office! You, sir! Do you hear me?!”

“Yeah, luv, the entire floor heard ya loud and clear!” he chuckled from a distance. “I’ll be outta your hair no time, now that is a promise, yeah?”

“You—! Who… No, come back here! It isn’t open yet and that is not a part of it, I’ll have you know—!”

But as he sauntered through the aisles of books, not minding your warnings one bit, you realised quickly that he not only had no desire to leave, he was also feeling lucky enough to ignore you.

“Excuse me!”

And just when you put down part of the heavy stack you were holding all this time and finally started to make your way down from the ladder, you slipped on the step and screeched as you fell, your very short and very uneventful life flashing before your eyes.

But then… Then you heard a grunt and the hardwood floor of the library felt like a much softer landing than originally anticipated.

“Oh my God,” you gasped as you opened your eyes and found yourself safe in the arms of the impertinent stranger that must have come just in time to catch you from the fall.

“You…” You blinked a couple of times, but as that did exactly nothing to improve your vision, you realised you must have lost your glasses with your fall. “Where are my glasses?”

“That a ‘thank you’ where you come from, luv?” the man huffed and you rolled your eyes at him.

You could see nearly nothing about his features except the beard and maybe, just maybe, the colour of his eyes—though with his brows knit so tightly above them that proved a challenge.

“Yeah, fuck me, right, but that’s doin’ exactly nothin’ for my back,” the man said and you gasped again at the language.

“My God!”

“Yeah, you keep sayin’ that, right, but he wasn’t too eager to stop ya from payin’ him a visit either…”

The man put you down then and made the point of stretching upwards with a bear-like grunt.

“Well,” you looked around pointlessly, doing your best in trying to locate your glasses. “I suppose a thank you is in order…”

“Ah,” he gave another wolfish grin. “See, you’re welcome.”

“Even though I still don’t know your name…”

“Alfie.”

“...and what you’re doing in my library…”

“I told ya, didn’t I? Lookin’ for my books.”

“...and even though your manners, sir, leave much to be desired…”

“Right, this you thankin’ me or scoldin’, ‘cause where I come from, luv, they look somewhat different.”

“Well, you could certainly use a scolding, Alfie, as much as a thank you.” you huffed and that only amused him further. “Don’t laugh! You can’t just barge into other people’s offices, you know. That’s…”

“Hm?”

“Well, that’s just plain rude!”

He laughed at you again and it was a raspy sort of laugh that suggested the man didn’t do that very often. You held your head a tad higher now, thinking that a man like that was perhaps the grounds keeper or other employee of the school, since judging by his manner alone and the state of his shirt… Well, the wrinkles on that, those you could see clearly enough even without your glasses.

And even if your father taught you not to judge your fellow man, your mother highly encouraged it—it was safe to say their echoes were both fighting for your attention, but finally you decided to have mercy on the poor man and not discourage the desire of reading in him at least:

“Well, Alfie, if you help me find my glasses then I could perhaps check in the office if my predecessor has left something… Oh. Thank you.”

He put them in your hands then and you couldn’t actually see how or when exactly he retrieved them, but you were relieved nonetheless. As you put them on and finally took a proper look at his face, a thought hit you that he wasn’t at all what you expected.

It was a handsome face, this much was clear, but it was the playful way in which he looked at you that you found truly captivating. This and that low gravelling voice of his that did nothing to soften his abominable accent:

“My books then, luv?”

“Yes,” you said, your throat drier than Sahara. “Follow me.”

Most bizarrely, you suddenly didn’t mind the pet name. You led him to your office completely unnecessarily, because it was clear that Alfie knew his way around the place much better than you did.

“Excuse the mess,” you said as quickly as you entered the tiny room.

The truth was, it looked much better than when you originally inherited its contents, but still not good enough according to your impossible standards.

Alfie’s, however, were evidently much different. He let out a slow whistle as he looked around, clearly impressed.

“You did that all yourself then?” he asked and you couldn’t help but blush a little at the praise.

“It was actually the easiest part,” you explained. “It’s the catalogues I am currently trying to tackle.”

“Nah, you’ll do fine,” he replied and against your better judgement you blushed even more. “Just fine, I’d say, yeah…”

“Well,” you cleared your throat and turned around to cover up for the effect the man apparently had on you, but not before you noticed that smirk back on his face. “So which books did you say those were?”

“I didn’t, though, did I?”

“What?” You frowned and turned to face him again, only to be met with said smirk growing wider. It was clear that everything concerning the spoken word was somehow a game to him.

“Nothin’.” Alfie cleared his throat and looked through his pockets, then finally handed you a piece of paper, torn on one side and folded four times.

You wrinkled your nose as you spread out the note under the lamp and readied yourself for the hellish scribbling that no doubt awaited you…

But the handwriting turned out to be entirely neat—perfectly round, with a little old-fashioned flourish here or there, and unevenly tilted to the side just to keep things interesting.

“Yeah, ‘s… I can read that out for ya,” Alfie offered then and you realised you must have been looking at it for an unreasonably long while.

“No need,” you replied sharply and put the note in your own pocket before crouching under your desk to look through the boxes your predecessor had left there. Some of them were labelled with big letters “DO NOT TOUCH” written in chalk, some were still untouched as you hadn’t had the time or the energy to go through their contents yet.

“Let’s see,” you muttered to yourself as you looked, and even though you had your back turned to him, you could feel Alfie’s watchful gaze on you.

You stayed in silence as you searched and he, as you could tell by the creaking floorboards, took a more daring look around while you weren’t paying attention.

“Yeah, I can come back later, don’t trouble yourself,” Alfie said finally, just as you emerged from under there, holding a book triumphantly.

“I think I found it!” you cut him off again, then paused to let out the biggest sneeze of your life.

“Bless ya,” Alfie chuckled at that and you nodded instead of an answer, only to sneeze again as you approached him.

“Here you are.” You sniffled with embarrassment and handed him the book, an inconspicuous little volume with a faded red cover. “At least I think that’s one of them. I promise to look for the other two once I get my head around this… Well, this. And… I wanted to thank you again. You really did save my life.”

Alfie hummed instead of a reply and apparently that was that. He said nothing more about the matter and left the library rather unexpectedly without a word of goodbye—and this time no smirking involved. Stunned at the man’s behaviour, language and altogether strange general manner, you returned to your duties; though not without harbouring resentment for the treatment for the rest of the day.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 9 months

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What I write for Pt. 2

Star Wars

The Witcher

Taboo

Peaky Blinders

Boardwalk Empire

Stranger things

The last of us

Spartacus

Slashers

YouTubers

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Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Poe Dameron

Han Solo

Qui Gon Jinn

Obi Wan Kenobi

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Eskel

Dijkstra

Taboo

James Delaney

Atticus

George Cholmondeley

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Shelby

Boardwalk Empire

Al Capone

Charlie Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Meyer Lansky

Owen Slater

Arnold Rothstein

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri Antonov

The last of us

Joel Miller

Spartacus

Crixus

Ashur

Gannicus

Agron

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Ghost face / Mickey Altieri

YouTubers

Jschlatt

SoftWilly/ Nick

IsaacWhy

Ted Nivison

Swaggersouls

Fitz

Toby on the tele

Mason

inotorious

Mully

Joshdub

Narrator

Juicy

Markiplier

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What I write

Smut

Angst

Violence

Fluff

Male character x Fem reader

What I don't write

Incest

Rape

Male character x male reader

Fem character x Fem reader

Male reader x fem character

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bonniebird · 8 months

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Part 6: Feral Love

Tommy Conlon X Belinda(FemOC)

A/N: How’s it going everyone and I am back on track with writing more for Feral Love. I have been trying my best to know where Tommy and Belinda should start falling for each other but this is just a bit of the ice peak. But I want them to develop their relationship before it gets more adorable. But I hope you guys enjoy this new part of this story I am so happy to have created. As always guys leave a comment, reblog, and drop a follow it’ll mean a lot for the page. As always guys thank you for reading and see you on the next part.

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,426

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!!!

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After Belinda finished dressing in clean clothes, while feeling embarrassed and dirty for what she did earlier. Trying her best to act her normal self when she sees Tommy again. It was going to be something to feel uneasy since Belinda tried her best to behave. And act as if she didn’t do such nonsense thoughts of imagining Tommy in all of his physique. Seeing that he hadn’t come out of the showers yet, she then made her way towards the small hallway leading to the front. Where she saw Brendon training with a male customer, showing them how to do proper pushups. It was nice to see Tommy’s big brother help and train people who want to try something new and better themselves physically and mentally. Which made Belinda wonder and hoped that with the gym, including Tommy’s company. It’ll help her mental state and mostly it’ll be of some use when it is necessary. Wishing it would have been useful to her when she was in high school. Standing up against bullies that pushed her and her friends around all because they were different. But that was all in the past. There really isn’t anything to do but to remember and try the best to ignore it. Being deep in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Tommy already next to her side.

“Hey, I’m back. Did I miss anything?” Tommy said, but Belinda jumped back until she noticed who it was. “oh didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re ok Tommy, I was just remembering something, but it’s nothing important,” she said, giving off a small smile at him.

Tommy smiled and nodded his head while gripping on the strap of his gym bag. Belinda, however, tried her best to act normal next to him, knowing that what she did earlier in the shower still felt wrong. They both stood quiet for a moment until Tommy broke the quietness between them.

“Hey ummm… do you still want to get that drink if you’re up for it? I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. We can do it another time since we did a lot today. And I’m sure you feel tired right now and I don’t want to take your time away from other things you need to do,” he asked, feeling his sweaty palms hoping he wasn’t sounding like he was pressuring on her.

“Tommy, how many times I got to tell you, you’re not wasting my time. In fact, I don’t feel tired at all. Which is strange, but it is a good weird feeling. I’ve never felt this much strength before and it feels right. And yes, of course, why would I say no. Come on, Werewolf Boy, let’s get going, yeah?” she said, giving a smile in his direction.

Tommy felt his body at ease when she said yes, not noticing he was holding back a breath. The two made their way towards the door and before leaving, Tommy called out to Tess from the front counter.

“Hey, I’ll see you and Brendon later. I’m headin’ out with Belinda now,” he said while his brother’s wife put some paperwork down on top of the black counter.

“Alright, sounds good. You two have fun wherever you both might go too. It was nice to meet you, Belinda. I can’t wait to see you again soon. The gym is always open for you and I hope you continue coming with Tommy. It looked like you enjoyed it very much,” Tess said while walking out from behind the counter.

“I enjoyed it very much actually and yes, I will come back again. It’ll probably become a habit for me to do, especially that Tommy encouraged me,” Belinda said looking back at him, which he just gave a shy smile, “but it was also nice to meet you and your husband, you two are awfully nice I have to say.”

“Oh honey, you’re so sweet for saying that. I have to say that you’re also nice yourself and pretty by the way,” said Tess, making the young woman giggle at her comment, “but you two go on now. I’ll see you all soon stay safe out there alright?”

“Yes, we will don’t. worry, have a good day now,” said Belinda as both women exchanged a small hug. Tommy then saw his brother coming from the back, waving a hand at each other.

“Bye Belinda, see you again soon,” called out Brendon as he saw the young woman and his little brother walking out of the gym together, feeling happy to see Tommy socializing with someone.

Hours later, both Tommy and Belinda were walking through the park, having their cups of coffee in between their hands. Enjoying the last few rays of sunlight before nightfall fell over Philly while a few people walked one way to the other. They made their way to sit on one of the brown benches, overseeing the rest of the park. Once they both sat down, it became quiet, while Belinda took another sip from her coffee. Feeling the cool breeze against her cheeks, Tommy spoke up a moment later.

“Hey ummm… did you enjoy the workout we did today? And how do you feel so far right now?” He asked, placing his cup of coffee down on the floor underneath the bench.

“I enjoyed it very much. I’m looking forward to going more and more. And I feel tired but fine. The coffee is helping me mostly, but it’s still cold,” she said, smiling in his direction returning the gesture.

“I’m glad you liked it and excited to bring you to the gym with me more and we can plan meals to make, our cheat days and such. If that is something you want to do, that is. Here, let me put my sweater for you,” Tommy said, removing his thick sweater from his body and placing it over Belinda’s body, thanking him.

“That actually sounds like a great idea. I’ve never done that before, but I’m looking forward to it for sure. And hehe does the coffee count as a cheat since we workout today or it doesn’t?” She jokingly asked, looking down at her cup of coffee in hand. They both chuckled.

“Yea, why not just for today but starting tomorrow is when the real seriousness takes place? But I won’t be so nice and easy when I’m teaching you more extreme workouts. Even if you try to make puppy eyes to make me not be so nice,” Tommy cheekily said, giving her a side grin while Belinda only softly slapped his left shoulder.

“Wow, how rude of you, Tommy. Hehe not even a polite kiss will change your mind?” She said out of nowhere, making her cover her own mouth quickly with her right hand, feeling her cheeks become red.

Tommy didn’t know how to react with what she said, his eyes wide open in surprise at the unexpected comment. And yet he found it quite cute, thinking that didn’t sound like an obscene suggestion. Though he had reminded himself about what he did the previous night, knowing that was wrong to begin with. He saw Belinda like a friend and nothing else beyond that, but he knows that is a big lie to himself and Tommy knows it. They both again went mute while a person and her dog walked by them, giving a friendly nod to them which Belinda returned the nod. Still feeling embarrassed for what she said a moment ago, hoping that Tommy won’t see her differently. She drank the last few sips of her coffee and spoke this time.

“I’m sorry that came out the wrong way, really. I just thought it would be just for fun to say, but I’m guessing you see it differently than I do. I think we should get goin-.”

“What if I said yes to your kiss? How would you react or say?” Tommy unexpectedly said, feeling surprised at what he just heard himself say to her.

Belinda looked at Tommy through his blue eyes, hoping he was joking around. But he wasn’t, and that made her feel even more insecure. Goosebumps grew throughout her body. Before she could answer his question, the most unexpected thing she never would have thought would happen. Tommy leaned forward, giving her a sweet and long kiss on her right cheek. This made her heart beat ever so quickly, not believing in what just happened. She caressed her cheek with her fingers, looking back at Tommy, giving off another small smile holding back a chuckle.

“Ummm… sorry just thought… giving you a kiss on the cheek would have seemed more appropriate… is that ok with you?” He shyly said, looking down at his hands while feeling his immense body become warm as well as his cheeks.

Belinda took another moment to get her sense back until feeling a small smile forming against her lips. Without Tommy noticing, Belinda returned the gesture. This time, her kiss was sweeter and tender against his left cheek.

“Just so we can be even and hey Tommy, what did I tell you already? Don’t be sorry and to answer your question, yes it is alright with me Werewolf Boy. Knowing that it is you who said it and nobody else,” she said with a smile, hoping it’ll make him feel more comfortable.

He only nodded and smiled, relieved that things didn’t become awkward. Belinda scooted closer to him without asking and gently rested her head on top of his left shoulder. Tommy said nothing at her unexpected action, feeling her hands wrapped around his arm. Without another word, he placed his chin on top of her dark hair, wrapping her closer with his right arm, not wanting to let go. They both stayed close to each other for a good while, seeing the sky become dark while small shining stars and a big full bluish moon appeared above them. However, from far behind them, they were being watched closely by someone who wasn’t pleased to see what they were witnessing. Gloria felt enraged seeing Tommy being with another woman and how he was very close to her. She tried her best to steady herself, but it was very hard to do so. Instead, she just turned the other way around and walked the other way to her home. Not believing in what she saw in front of her eyes.

So that’s why you’re not into me anymore then, Tommy? Well then, enjoy it as much as you like honey, because I’m going to ruin everything for you. Just wait and see…

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Thursday

The small studio-like apartment smelled of both lavender and cinnamon, giving it a very homey and relaxing atmosphere. Belinda, Lethia, Morticia and some members of The Silent Souls have been recording for what felt like hours since 10 in the morning. Which was a record for everyone since they mostly didn’t get up very early. Tommy, in the meantime, was relaxing throughout the entire session, enjoying the sound of every instrument being played and seeing how Belinda tried her best to write the lyrics. While playing the guitar, to give a hook for the words. He thought it was nice to see and was amazed at how dedicated and passionate Belinda was putting the work in. Comparing her to the night he met her at the bar, where she looked miserable and soulless to a sudden creative, bright, and talented girl with many dreams. It was as if Tommy could see Belinda’s wings spread open free and being herself and not pretend to be someone that isn’t her. While he was laying flat on one of the black couches while hearing everyone play one instrument after another, he didn’t realize Belinda was approaching his way. She playfully patted his long legs, which made him come back to his senses.

“Oh crap, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were sleeping,” she said between a chuckle, placing a hand against her chest frightfully.

“No, I wasn’t and hehe my bad for scaring the pants out of you. I was really hearing you guys playing. I thought that was pretty sick and can’t wait to hear the rest of the song,” Tommy said, sitting up straight, making room for Belinda to sit next to him.

“Me too. I just have a hard time fixing the right tune to fit in with the lyrics. But I know we will get there, but I’m also thinking of my other song that I’ve been working on for a while. Which nobody knows about actually,” she whispered her last words so the others didn’t hear her.

“Oh no way, are you serious?” Tommy whispered back, getting closer to Belinda, wanting to hear more than he went on, “what have you’ve come up with? Or you’re still having trouble with writing the words down?”

“No, it’s actually done, mostly. However, I’m just not sure if it’ll come out as I have it pictured in my head. And well… it’s a song that is very personal for me, you know what I mean?” She said, hoping that he understood what she meant.

“No, I totally get what you’re saying, but you shouldn’t be nervous about how you play and sing the song. But I’ll tell you what I know. It’s going to be a song that I would like to hear when you feel ready, of course,” Tommy said reassuringly, giving that cute smile that Belinda has grown to like very much.

She simply nodded her head, ruminating on what he just said, which he was right mostly. Before she continued on, Lethia interrupted them, holding a black guitar in her hands.

“Hey you guys, what’s up? We are actually heading out to get some dinner and we’re thinking of getting some chicken wings. Are you guys up for it or can we get something else if you like?” Morticia suggested placing the instrument against the side of one of the black armchairs.

“Oh, chicken wings sounds like a good choice to eat. Don’t you think Werewolf Boy?” Belinda said, looking back at Tommy, which he agreed with both friends.

“I’m good with anything really, but yea, why not funny thing is that I’ve been craving that food for a while. So you all read my mind to be fair,” he said with a smile, looking between both girls nodding in reply.

“Alright great, I’ll let the others know then,” said Lethia while from behind everyone was making their way out of the studio.

“You know you guys go on ahead. I actually want to show Tommy a small project that we have been working on. And I think he should be the first to witness it,” Belinda said with a quick wink at her friend, which she just gave her a thumbs up.

But in reality, Belinda was actually going to play the song that she told Tommy about. And mostly, she wanted him to be the first to hear it before anyone else did.

“Oh yea that thing alright sounds good,” replied Lethia covering her mouth with her right hand knowing what her friend meant, “Well then I’ll see you guys later and I’ll send you the address of the restaurant too, hon. Be careful on your way over too, ok?”

“We will Lethia don’t worry but yea, please if you can but see you later,” said Belinda as both girls exchange a side hug from each other.

As they saw Lethia and Morticia be the last people to leave the apartment, Tommy then got up from the couch. Once the sound of the door was closed, they were now both left alone. Belinda tighten her hands nervously together for what she was about to do next.

“So what was it you wanted to show me about your project you’re doing, Dracula Girl?” He asked while he picked up the black guitar, trying his best to rest it against his body.

He then tried his best to play some tunes, but they all came out awful and noisy. Belinda smiled at seeing him fooling around, but it was adorable to see. While he was busy experimenting with the guitar a bit more, she then felt confident about what she wanted to show him. Feeling her breathing more relaxed this time, she went on ahead to say her next words.

“Tommy… how would you feel to be the first person to hear and witness the song that I told you about earlier?” She said, biting her lips together, hoping that she was doing the right thing.

When Tommy heard this, he stopped playing the guitar all together as he looked up to see her face. He had to take a minute into what she just told him. But knowing what Belinda said made his heart flutter with excitement.

“You mean like right now at this very moment?” He said, sounding so unsure, Belinda slowly nodded her head feeling her cheeks become red.

“I just… thought it would be nice if you were my first audience before anyone else, you know? But it’s ok if you don’t want to. It was more of a suggestion than something el-.”

“No Belinda please, I mean… really, I want to hear it. I believe me. Here,” he said, handing out the guitar towards her, which she wasn’t so sure of at first, but she then gave in.

Taking the guitar from his hands, she smiled at him, feeling the nerves but excitement building inside of her. Tommy sat next to her right side, making himself feel comfortable, also feeling expected of what Belinda was about to play for him. She adjusted herself underneath the couch while stringing a few notes, making sure the instrument was not out of tune. Once satisfied with the sound, Belinda felt her right hand begin to slowly shake. She took a few slow breaths, trying her best to feel relaxed, though it wasn’t helping that much. Then a gentle hand was on her left shoulder, looking to her side where Tommy sat.

“Hey don’t be afraid. It’s ok, just don’t overthink. It, let yourself go,” he soothingly said to Belinda, giving her an encouraging smile and, with his words, she felt more at ease.

She stood straighter than before and, stringing the guitar one more time, she let the music take control of her.

“I took the mother road

Down to goddess flesh

I swallowed the key

I want to learn to swallow my pain

Hallowed the fruit, hallowed thy name

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

While her loving voice fascinated Tommy, he slowly bobbed his head to the rhythm of the notes. Paying close attention to the lyrics that he found different and yet things that he could relate to from a personal perspective. But it was something hauntingly beautiful he found about it.

Afraid to live, afraid to die

Building a broken but precious web

Like a spider in Chernobyl

And when the cattle low, something is on the horizon

I do not have a child

But I’m old enough to know some pain

And I’m hell bent on loving you

Women know what it is to endure

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

It was you

Belinda looked up and gave a smile to Tommy, which she just blushed as she continued singing the song.

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Guess I needed something to break me”

Once the last notes of the guitar were played, the song came to a slow stop. There was a slight moment of silence between the two until Tommy was the first to speak.

“Wow… that was beautiful, see what did I tell you?” He said, giving her another warm smile. Belinda only just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s just a Tommy song. There’s really nothing special about it,” she then said, placing the guitar on her right side of the couch.

“Just a song?” He exclaimed out making her look back his way, “Are you kidding me Belinda? That was amazing. You should really tell the others what you have created. Believe me, the public will love it since I’m the first to hear it. And let me tell you that as your first critic, it will be a big hit.”

Belinda thought he was joking around, but she knew he was being truthful. She replied with a nod of her head and a smile, believing in what he just said.

“Alright fine then. You win, Werewolf Boy, and thank you for being. Honest, that means a lot,” Belinda said, letting out a small chuckle while fiddling her hands together, feeling warm all over her body.

It was quiet once again however Belinda was thinking of something that she wants to do Tommy. However, she thought it was a risky action to take a step forward. Not wanting to ruin anything that she and Tommy have been growing together in their friendship. But the best of her intimate side got the best out of her.

“So hehe yea, do you want to get going before it gets lat-.”

Suddenly, his words were cut out, feeling something soft against his thick lips. The kiss was pleasantly warm as both Belinda and Tommy continued to exchange a longer kiss. They held hands between each other while Tommy’s right hand gently caressing the back of her head. Belinda let out a small, inaudible gasp, hugging him closer to her body. She felt her back resting on top of the couch as Tommy hovered above her body. Not letting go of a single inch of her small lips that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He gently grasped her right thigh while he felt her hands hugging around his neck. Belinda’s mind was going all over the place until she felt one of his hands going under her long sleeve shirt. She quickly sat up away from the couch, breathing out for air and feeling her heart palpitating.

“I’m sorry Tommy. I… I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” she said between stutters, freaking out uncontrollably, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

She covered her face with both of her hands, knowing she made a huge mistake. Tommy, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

He placed a hand on top of her knee, wanting to reassure Belinda that she did nothing wrong.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I also should be sorry too. Honestly, I let myself get carried away, too. I hope you know I am not mad. Just didn’t expect you were going to give a kiss and can I be honest with you,” he said seeing in her face she felt uncomfortable and out of place but Tommy then gently grabbed her chin between his right fingers wanting her to look him in the eyes, “I… I’ve been wanting to do something like this to you for a while but I was just afraid to tell you because I still want to take things slow. You know what I mean. I like you Belinda very much. But it is you who has the last word and wants to go forward with our relationship. So please don’t feel bad and just know I’m more happy than upset.”

And with that, she let her body relaxed and so did her heartbeats, glad to know that they were both on the same page. She placed her hand against the side of his right cheek and he felt at ease.

“I’m glad that we both see eye to eye. Tommy, I also like you a lot, but you are right. It’s best we both take things little by little. I also don’t want to ruin our bond, but just know that you’re not as bad a kisser then I thought you would be,” she said jokingly while Tommy arched an eyebrow at her.

“Wow, that really hurt my feelings, you know. Well then, I also thought that your lips would feel dry and nasty,” he clashed back, which Belinda jokingly made an offended face at him.

“Tommy, what the hell you're so rude,” she said as she playfully gave him a light slap on his right arm as both laughed together in unison.

“I’m just fucking with you, Dracula Girl, but I got to say you have one of the smoothest lips I have ever felt in my life. And I’m being real with you,” he said with a cheeky smile, making her feel warm once more.

“Awww well thank you Werewolf Boy, your lips also felt nice to feel too. I enjoyed it very much. And I think I tasted a bit of mint while we kissed,” she then said, making Tommy laugh at this.

“Well, I’m flattered hehe, but thank you. And by the way, should we get going and meet with Lethia and everyone, or do you want to stay longer?” He asked, not wanting to really leave, but he felt his stomach rumble.

“No, you’re right. We should get going in actually getting hungry and they might be waiting for us. And hey Tommy… is it ok if I can give you one more kiss? If that’s ok with you,” she said shyly, hoping it wasn’t much to ask.

Without saying another word, Tommy smiled as he leaned in to place another small kiss. She chuckled and smiled between their lips, gently placing her hands on his cheeks, not wanting to let go. But it lasted for a short amount of time as they then made their way out of the apartment, as they both now shared a secret relationship with each other.

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issdisgrace · 6 months

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Hiii! I saw your tall buff reader who’s hands-y with Thomas Shelby and very much enjoyed it and was wondering if I could request something similar with Alfie Solomons,

where Tall Buff Male!Reader is really affectionate, blushes all easy and has a habit of getting Alfie to sit on his lap and can be and is really suave when he wants to be. He’s is being unknowingly really affectionate and Alfie is really affectionate back, I dunno if you feel comfortable you can take this and do what you want with it.

I’m having a bad dysphoric day and would love for this to be a thing for be to read

- 🏳️‍⚧️

THE LOVEY COUPLE

WARNINGS: None

A/N: I hope you enjoy this despite it not being exactly what you wanted. Also I'm sorry if this isn't the greatest. I tried. It was kinda hard because I didn't really know what direction I want to go for this.

The pairing of Y/n L/n and Alfie Solomons was a strange one indeed. Y/n was a tall, buff man with a heart of gold that could never do harm to anyone. While Alfie on the other hand was his polar opposite. Alfie was rough, gruff, not as tall as Y/n and was known for brutality. No one quite knew how the two even met. Let alone became lovers. But one thing that was known about the couple is that they were very lovey maybe to at time lovey. So here’s 3 scenes in which the weird couple were lovey.

Y/n had not been feeling the greatest all day. So he went to find Alfie in his office. Not thinking about it Y/n walked in the office without knocking. Alfie was sitting in his chair as another man sat infront of him smoking a cigarette. Y/n frowned to himself. Alfie didn’t like when people smoked.

“Sigh, Y/n what are you doing here.” Alfie says getting up from his chair.

“Sorry I didn’t know you had company.” Y/n mumbles as Alfie stands infront of him.

“It’s ok just knock next time.”

“Ok.” Alfie smiles at the man giving him a kiss. That gets a little heated that only is broken up by the man clearing his throat. Alfie gives y/n a quick kiss before saying,

“How about you go grab lunch for us. I’ll be done by the time you get back.”

“Alright, love you.” Y/n says giving him a kiss before practically skipping out of the office.

How Alfie got on Y/n’s lap he had no clue. Y/n just happily held Alfie tightly to his body. Planting kisses to the back of Alfie’s neck innocently. Alfie pays no mind to Y/n. And continues to talk business with Ollie. Ollie eyes flickered between his boss and his bosses partner. Ollie found the sight in front of him strange. In the time he worked for Alfie he never seen the man show an ounce of love but here he was. Soaking up the love from a man and evening giving it back. It bewildered him and he wondered if his boss was replaced with a imposter.

Alfie stood in the bakery barking out insults to the new bakers as they fumbled trying not to mess up and get them all killed. As Alfie did so his partner was latched on to him. Y/n had his arms wrapped around Alfie with his head resting on his shoulder. Every time Alfie moved Y/n moved not once letting go.

“Are you ok.” Alfie finally ask, finding his extra clinginess strange.

“I just love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” Alfie says turning around in the man’s grip kissing him. The simple kiss turned into a innocent make out session or at least it was innocent to Y/n.

EXTRA:

“Is it me or has the boss been all lovey since he got a boyfriend.”

“No, it’s not you. He has been.”

“It’s weird. I want the old boss back. The one that wasn’t all lovey around us with his partners.”

#alfie solomons #peaky blinders #alfie solomons x male reader #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader

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onbrokenglass · 2 years

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Hello there!

This blog is mainly for finding roleplays. I roleplay exclusively on Discord (I love making private servers) and am 21+, so minors please DNI. Style-wise I can adapt to my partner, though my favourite way to write is lit for those juicy, introspective moments. NSFW friendly, and I like all sorts of pairs from fxf, mxf, mxm, to any nb pairs. Platonic and found family are fun too!

My messages are always open for people interested in writing with me! I promise I don’t bite, even if some of my muses do.

Under the cut is a list of characters I’ll thread with (who I’d like to play is bolded, if both are bolded I can do either or), though it’s by no means exhaustive. Regardless of how old this post gets, you can message me at any time for those on this list.

Ships (Canon)

Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Atton Rand x Female Exile

Aviendha x Elayne Trakand

Beatrice x Battler Ushiromiya

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

Carmy Berzatto x Sydney Adamu

Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross

Dale Cooper x Harry Truman

Daniel Solace x Maura Franklin

Dick Grayson x Wally West

Dracula x Mina Harker

Elend Venture x Vin

Emma Larsimon x Marianne

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier

Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harry du Bois x Kim Kitsuragi

James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Joe Goldberg x Forty Quinn

Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn

John Constantine x Bruce Wayne

John Constantine x Lucifer

Jon Kent x Damian Wayne (either aged up or still young, but if they’re young absolutely no NSFW)

Jonas Kahnwald x Martha Nielsen (any iterations)

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

Kaz Brekker x Jesper Fahey

Kyle Hyde x Brian Bradley

Kevin x Ilonka Pawluk

Laurent of Vere x Damen of Akielos

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield

Marius Josipovic x Julia Bowman

Marius Josipovic x Taylor Bowman

Mat Cauthon x Elayne Trakand

Mat Cauthon x Rand al’Thor

Mat Cauthon x Tuon Paendrag

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Mike Ross x Harvey Specter

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Layla El-Faouly

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Nate Fick x Brad Colbert

Nate Jacobs x Maddy Perez

Nathan Prescott x Max Caulfield

Percy Jackson x Nico di Angelo

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth

Rob Ryan x Cassie Maddox (book verse)

Roman Godfrey x Peter Rumancek

Ronald Speirs x Carwood Lipton

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

Stephen Holder x Sarah Linden

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Thomas Shelby x Alfie Solomons

Tomas Ortega x Marcus Keane

Tyrell Wellick x Elliot Alderson

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Wolfgang Bogdanow x Kala Dandekar

Ships (OC)

Alcina Dimetrescu x OC (female)

Atticus O’Sullivan x OC (any, supernatural or mythological)

Francis York Morgan x OC (any)

Holden Ford x OC (male, serial killer and/or detective)

John Constantine x OC (any)

Jonathan Reid x OC (any)

Peter Pan x OC (male, lost boy - no NSFW, though would feature dark themes as my Peter is inspired by the book The Child Thief. Would love platonic friends or enemies for this as well.)

Vanessa Ives x OC (any)

Platonic

Carmy Berzatto & Richie Jerimovich

Dexter Morgan & Harrison Morgan

Five Hargreeves & Any Hargreeves Siblings

Hank Anderson & Connor

Jesse Pinkman & Walter White

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams

Kratos & Atreus

Moon Knight System (any against any)

Norman Bates & Dylan Massett

Peter Pan & Hook

#〢about — 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥.𝐨𝐫𝐠

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mlmxreader · 1 month

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Always Were My Favourite | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Alfie Solomons (enby, gn, or male reader)

“Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole.” ❞

: ̗̀➛ There's a slight problem when Alfie happens to be in love with his best friend, right as they're going through a terrible breakup.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions & references to cheating, threats of violence

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

You huffed as you sat down opposite your best friend, scowling and lighting a cigarette that sat at the corner of your mouth. Of course you were well aware of how much he detested and despised and loathed the man you had chosen; you couldn't blame him.

The Italian-American mafia had always been a pain in his backside, and he was disappointed; there were plenty of good, decent men in Camden.

Why the fuck did you decide to run off with some Italian who would use you against him?

But Alfie did also understand it; your man spoiled you rotten. He bought you all the finest clothes from the best Italian tailors, he bought you all the best shoes from the best Italian makers.

He loved you with his money.

Alfie could see the appeal, to be looked after and never want for anything; but Alfie also knew you very well, and he knew that you weren't happy. Not truly. You put on a tough front, you always did, but Alfie could see right through it.

You wanted something more than just flashy, pretty, expensive gifts; even now, Alfie could see that you were wearing your old boots. Scuffed up and scruffy from years of hard work.

He almost wanted to smile, until he saw your eyes; the whites were red, and he could easily tell that you had tried to cover up where you had been crying.

A hitch in your throat when you took a drag from your cigarette.

A shake of your fingers when you withdrew it from your lips.

An audible gulp and a harsh swallow.

Alfie tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows and closely watching you for a moment before he cleared his throat, coming to sit at the edge of his desk. His thick fingers drummed against the dark reddish brown wood.

"Pumpkin," he tutted. "Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole. I don't know how many fuckin' more times I can tell you... what'd that cunt do this time?"

You shrugged as you sniffled, shaking your head. "Note- nothing. Nothing, Alf. He did... he did nothing..."

"Bit more than nothin'," Alfie growled. "Talk to me."

"Don't be mad," you breathed out, shaky and unstable.

His gaze narrowed as he clenched his jaw, squinting. "Why the fuck would I be?"

You took in a sharp breath, trying to gather yourself for a moment. "I caught him with someone else... and he just... he sat there... didn't even... didn't- didn't look at me."

Alfie's gaze turned to stare out for a thousand yards, his grip on the desk making his knuckles turn white, his shoulders suddenly tensing up. A ragged breath left him, and the veins in his hands became more prominent.

Alfie promised he would never let anyone harm you, that he would never let anyone upset you; now you were sitting just a few steps away, shaking and crying and telling him so openly that you had caught your man in bed with someone else.

He was going to kill him.

But then his gaze snapped back to you, and Alfie sighed as he took the cigarette from you, chucking it aside; he was as gentle as he could be when he brought you to stand, slowly and carefully guiding you to stand between his legs when he sat down in his chair.

He tugged at your sleeves, and when you sat on his lap, he was quick to pull you in closer. Your head rested against the side of his neck, and he put one hand at the small of your back to keep you steady. You broke completely, crying and crying against him as he softly hushed you and told you that it was alright - he would deal with it.

Alfie always did.

Maybe it was because he had a weak spot for you; he had done for so long and he had never been able to find the time to tell you. Maybe he loved you a lot more than he was letting on, and maybe that was just something of his that could never be washed away. You were his favourite person, you always would be.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, pulling away and gently resting a hand on his cheek, his beard bristling and tickling your skin. "Really, Alfie, I, I, just-"

Alfie wasn't even expecting it when you leaned in, kissing him softly; he knew it was wrong, but he kissed you back eagerly.

"We shouldn't," he breathed out, shaking his head.

You shook your head. "I'm do sorry, pumpkin, I-"

"I should have known," you sniffled. "He was... Alfie, he was never any good for me, but... but you?"

"No," he begged softly.

"You've always been there for me," you wept softly. "You've always been my favourite..."

Alfie frowned as he felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes. "You don't wanna do this, now. Trust me, it's a fuckin' mistake and you ain't ready and-"

"But I want to," you told him. "Alfie..."

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he licked his lips. "I'm gonna kill that fuckin' cunt. For everythin' he did to you, I'm gonna kill him."

But he knew that it was more than that, he really did. He hated it but he knew he couldn't change it even if he wanted to; you were his biggest weakness and he would do anything to keep you safe and away from harm at all cost.

Of course Alfie wondered if maybe the whole thing was just some horrible scheme to get under his skin so the mafia could fuck him over, but... even if it was, he knew that he had to do everything to protect you, and to make sure that no one ever hurt you again.

"Come on," Alfie murmured, gently patting your back as he dared to crack a broken smile. "Why don't we fuck off down the little alley where that little coffee shop you like is? We'll pick somethin' up, go back to mine, and then you can rest, yeah?"

You nodded slowly. "Alfie?"

"Mm?"

You gently kissed his cheek, as much as it pained him. "I love you."

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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Mx's Gender Neutral and Queer Fics

Note: While any character I write is probably at least bisexual in my head, this is a list of explicitly stated queer pairings.

3.9.22: At first I was going to just put GN and Q next to the relevant stories, but then I realized I was making femme-coded stories the default. That's something we do constantly in fandoms, which I already know, but this just made me realize how much I personally want to do better at not upholding that. My systems not perfect, but all stories show pronouns used for the reader, so there's no default.

Ada

> A Little Lipstick To Sell The Look (Q) (she/her pronouns) Cis woman reader dresses masculinely for work, and Ada approves.

> Ada Is Just Perfect (Q) (she/her pronouns) Ada and Reader meet working at the library. The 1920′s gays amirite ladies?

> Familiar Terrain** (Q, GN) Ada’s visiting from the US and there are some things she’s missed that she can’t get anywhere else.

Alfie

> Hungry For It** (GN) - You finally coax Alfie into letting you please him like this, and you’re not going to let him hold back.

> Water Your Plants (platonic) (GN) - Alfie makes his friend join him carrying out his doctor’s suggestions.

Arthur

> Paying For Haircuts (GN) Cute, domestic, plotless, haircutting moment

> A Good Man, Maybe (GN) Just a lil somethin’ for Arthur, Ace friendly

Michael Gray and Isiah Jesus

> Three Musketeers (Michael x Reader x Isiah) ** - Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

*Though this is a threesome, Isiah and Michael have an established relationship outside of your relationship with them

Polly

> A Woman Like You (Q) (she/her pronouns) Polly works through the seeds of doubt planted by Tommy with her new love.

Tommy

Tommy x Reader

> Bad Habits; or, To all the bad habits you pray you’ll never break (GN) - You and Tommy both have bad habits, including each other.

> Happy Birthday… Eventually (GN) - To your dismay, Tommy is both private and stubborn

> Magic Trick (GN) You’re quite perceptive when it comes to Tommy's fixation with Grace.

> Socks and Scarves and Jumpers, oh my! (GN, Q) - Despite it being Spring, Tommy’s winter socks have still fallen victim to your quest for warmth.

> You’re not a mindreader…right? (GN) - Can you or can you not read Tommy’s mind, that is the question.

> Worth The Fall (GN) - Tommy tries to charm the one person who seems the least interested.

> Catching On (GN) Tommy… he’s tryin’ y’all, but you're aloof as fuck.

> Falling in Love Isn’t Fair (GN) You're in love with Tommy Shelby. You're also married to someone else. Tommy can fix that, easy.

Tommy OCs

> Too Easy (Tommy x Luke) (Q) - Tommy's best friend and business partner has Tommy's love, loyalty, and lots of special treatment

> One Bad Day (Tommy x Jack) (Q) - Jack would be dead if the tables were turned, and he’d done what Tommy did to him.

> Too Many Questions (Tommy x Jack) (Q) - Tommy finds himself in need of first aid, so he turns up at his frenemy's guest house. The one he isn't supposed to know about. Also, Jack is hot and cocky.

#Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders Fanfic #Gender Neutral Reader #Queer fanfics #male!reader #Arthur Shelby x gender neutral reader #Ada Shelby x gender neutral reader #Polly Gray x reader #Polly gray x woman reader #Tommy Shelby x gender neutral reader #Tommy Shelby x male reader #Michael Gray x Isiah Jesus #Alfie Solomons x gender neutral reader #Mx's Queer Master List

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mrsmalfoyshelby · 3 years

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Tommy Shelby Smut Alphabet:

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: smut, a little swearing

A-ftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tommy is gentle after sex especially if it was rough, he will offer you something to drink, pull you close to him and cuddle with you till eventually picking you up to bathe together.

B-ody part (Their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

On his own body his favourite part is his strong arms as they can easily pick you up and carry you around,

but on your body his favourite part is you neck as he loves to bury his face there.

C-um (Anything to do with cum)

Tommy loves to come in you. Plain and simple...but if had to pick somewhere else it would be in your mouth.

D-irty Secret (Exactly what is says on the tin)

This man will fuck you anywhere! (That’s is)

E-xperience (How experienced they are)

Very. More then you anyway (I don’t make the rules)

F-avorite Position (How they like it)

If he just wants to fuck he doesn’t care, but if he wants to make love to you he will want to see your face.

G-oofy (Are they more serious or goofy)

He can be both serious and goofy, depends on the mood that he’s in, or the mood your in.

H-air (how well groomed are they and how he likes you)

I’d say he’s pretty well groomed down there.👇🏻

And with you he doesn’t care whatever you want to do he’s cool with.

I-ntimacy (How are they during the moment)

It depends on the sex ‘love making’ = intimate but a ‘quick fuck’ = nope not really.

J-ack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he’s hard and your not there then he will get of to thoughts of you, but if you’ve been naughty then he will force you to watch him get of.

If it’s you thought he will probably watch you, unless you want to be alone (why would you tho🤷🏼‍♀️)

K-ink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, (Convince me otherwise) he also would probably have a size and power kink

L-ocation (Favourite places to fuck)

His desk, your bed, every wall in his house, the shower/bath (you name it he’ll do it, mostly anyway)

M-otivation (What turns them on)

You sitting in his lap, whispering dirty things in his ear, grinding on him and sucking/kissing his neck, or you just arguing with him.

N-Opes (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

The thought of sharing you with another person it doesn’t matter man or women he won’t share what belongs to him.

O-ral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves both, giving and receiving.

P-ace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He can be fast and rough but he can also be slow and sensual with you (it’s what you want most of the time)

Q-uickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Loves a quickie, but loves! Proper slow sex with you, you actually have quickies less then proper sex.

R-isky (Are they down to experiment)

Yeah he’s pretty risky when it comes to a quick fuck (sometimes he’ll turn you on and leave you to wait till he gets home latter)

S-tamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

If he’s been away from you for a while like 6 rounds, for 3-4 hours, but normally I’d say 3-4 rounds but stretched out over 1-2 hours.

T-oy (Do you own toys? Do you use them? On you or themselves?)

Yes you both own a couple of times, and yes you sometimes use them (even Tommy on occasion, it shocked him to when he said he wanted to try it)

U-nfair (how much they like to tease)

a lot this man loves teasing (he wants you to end up begging for him)

V-olume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

That little “fuck” when he is fully inside you, but after that loud grunts monad and sometimes little whimpers

W-ild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Loves to make you scream when he fucks you in his office (when his aunt isn’t there.) so everyone can hear you scream his name.

X-ray (what going on in his pants)

He’s big and thick at least 8-9 inches

Y-earning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. It got even higher when he met you.

Z-ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not straight away as he likes to look after you and make sure that you are okay and comfortable (especially if it was rough)

Should I do the other characters?

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly shelby #alfie solomons #male reader #female reader #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy x you #character x you #the peaky blinders #smut #smut alphabet #cillian murphy

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fairytalesofthewind · 3 years

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Could you please do Alfie Solomons with a male reader? Some hurt/comfort?

I chose a prompt to go with this:

Angst 11: “Nobody’s seen you in days.”

Warnings: homelessness, murder (not of the reader), kidnapping

Requests are open!

word count: 1037

You weren’t supposed to be there that night, but you were happy you were. It changed everything for you.

Seeing as you don’t have much to do at night, you wandered off a lot. Sleeping in the streets of London at night was a death wish. And that night, you wandered just a bit too far off. You didn’t even recognise the streets anymore. But you recognised the sounds of cries. You couldn’t resist nearing the sounds of crying and groaning.

“Please, please, I-,…” You heard as you kept getting closer to the alley, the begging getting louder and louder. As you stepped into the opening of the backstreet you saw two men. One was laying on the dirty ground, clutching his stomach. Even from the dim lights of the streets of London you could see the blood protruding from under his hand. Your attention shifted to the other man as he started talking in a threatening voice. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but whatever is was made the other man only beg more. Not even a second later you saw the man pull out a gun. You closed your eyes right on time as the gunshot rang through your ears.

Then you felt it as the shooter suddenly shifted its attention towards you. You did the first thing that came to your mind; you ran. You didn’t even realise you were running until you heard your footsteps hitting the ground along with the other man’s footsteps. You didn’t manage to get far. It only took seconds to feel the man’s arms close around your upper body and force you to stop. After that, he threw you to the ground.

From the ground you get a good look of the man who was standing above you. He wore a hat, and he had a long beard. You gulped as you realised who exactly this man was.

Alfie Solomons.

Now you were in the same position as you found the now dead man only minutes prior. You laying on the ground with Alfie standing above you with a gun pointed at you. You found yourself doing the same thing as that man had also done. You begged. But just as before, it didn’t work. You saw something you shouldn’t have. You decided to change tactics.

“Mr. Solomons, you shouldn’t kill me. I can help you…You need my help!” Alfie scoffed above you.

“Now, I wouldn’t want to kill a pretty boy like you, but I’m afraid I can’t take the chance of you goin’ to the police.”

Now it was you scoffing. “The second I’ll go to the police, is the second I’ll get arrested.” You were a thief, there wasn’t a pretty way of saying it.

He looked thoughtful and you feared that this wouldn’t change his mind, but it did. “I know things, Mr. Solomons. Here on the streets I hear everything…I can tell you what I know.”

A few days later, you walked the streets of London with new clothes and a new goal. Things didn’t change much, you still had to steal to live, but now you also needed to gather information to live. It wasn’t too hard of a job.

Every two days you had to go to the bakery and give everything you’ve gathered. You were always met with a big table full of food. Alfie claimed that he didn’t want his most handsome spy looking like a stick.

At first Alfie was the most excited for the expensive jewellery and the vital information you brought with you. And at first you were the most excited for the money you got for it in return. But after a few weeks you were more excited to see each other more than anything else.

You become even more important to his business than his right hand. After a while you weren’t just co-workers, you became friends, family. You were even more than family to each other, but you couldn’t admit that yet.

And it seemed that Alfie’s people weren’t the only ones who knew of your importance.

Alfie was waiting for your return one day, but you never came. He wasn’t too worried, he had missed your meeting a few times too. Work had come between it. He figured that this was also the case of your absence.

But then you didn’t get back the next day. Or the one after that. And the one after that…

You came back after 5 days. He knew the moment you came back from the ruckus outside of his office. His people were calling him, telling him to hurry up. He ran out of his office and almost stopped in his tracks when he saw what state you were in.

Your face was completely bruised and bloody. There were cuts all over your body. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to his office. Alfie had already ordered someone to get a doctor.

He laid you on small couch in his office. The one where you two spend hours talking to each other about everything and nothing. On the couch were you both realised that you meant so much more to each other than you had anticipated.

After the doctor had cleaned your wounds up, you finally had to time to tell Alfie everything. But as you opened your mouth to tell him who took you and where they took you, he shushed you.

He walked closer and dropped to his knees beside the couch. He shifted you so that were still resting on the couch but leaning against him. You felt him drop a kiss on your hair. “I was so worried, my treasure. Nobody’s seen you in days.” He spoke so softly, tremors clear in his voice. You decided to wait to tell him.

He began to weave his hand through your short hair. “I’m here now, Al. I’m okay.” You took one of his hands and landed a kiss on his. You felt his breath hitch and then he was sniffing. You turned around and changed your position so that Alfie’s head was laying on chest. You cried along with him.

You were reunited, safe in each other’s arms.

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