#alfie solomons x y/n

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Alfie noticing that guys who are way younger than him (like Michael? John?) having a thing for reader, who is close to age to these young gentlemen but has only eyes for ol' man Alfie? Thoughts?

Near Deadly Sin

Alfie Solomons x F!Reader; fluff

AN: IM BAAAAACCCCKKK hello my loves it’s taking me forever to write again but I’m glad to be back. I miss you all and hope you all are doing well!!! MUAH - Mo

No. No this acidic flame burning between his ribs is not jealousy.

Not at all.

The embers stoked in his chest. The flames licking up his neck and around his ears. These are normal… manly… sensible reactions.

Alfie had been invited for ‘drinks’ with the Shelbys. He had refused adamantly, and was only coerced upon your promise to accompany him and to never. leave. his. sight. As if you would ever be far from him or out of his thunderous gaze. But as he is sitting across from Thomas and Arthur and Polly, he is regretting ever bringing you near this nonsense. This den of wolves and snakes. The murmurs of Thomas faded like the crackle of a radio as he focused in on John Shelby’s lustful gaze over you. With every sweep of his young and unbridled eyes and suck of his teeth, Alfie became more and more enraged. Not that you noticed. You didn’t notice John’s roving eyes or the quickening pulse of your husband next to you. You were content sipping the tea Polly served, making quiet conversation with Ada in the corner, holding a babbling Karl.

Alfie knew there was supposed to be a deal or something tonight. Or maybe an update on a job. Or something. It didn’t matter. Fuck the business. Fuck the Shelbys. Fuck John Shelby. Fuck it all. Standing quickly, pushing through the screaming pain of his back, Alfie grunts, “Darling get your coat. We’re done here.”

Your head spun, “Meyn Likht?”

“Up. Coat. Now. Cyril needs us.”

You press your lips in a firm line. Holding back your tongue from lashing at him for his impromptu exit. You knew what he actually meant. Thinking of Cyril was his code for indicating murderous intent that needed to be snuffed out immediately. You watch Alfie as you slip on your coat, going to Thomas to whisper something just out of your reach. Had you heard him, you would have heard the volcanic timber of his voice promise, “You control that little brother of yours Tommy yeah? It’s against holy law to look at another man’s wife like he been doing. Will have to go back to Mosaic law if he don’t shape up.”

With heavy stomps he approaches John, who is trying yet failing to keep a stone expression. “You keep them eyes to yourself little boy. Or someone may just take ‘em from you.”

“Darling? Cyril needs to be let out and will not wait for you!”

With a firm pat on the cheek Alfie turned away, gripping your waist firmly, hand as hot as a brand on the skin under your dress.

-

It’s late now, Alfie is fuming under the crisp sheets and thick quilts layered living on the soft bed. He’s pretending to read. Putting on his glasses and taking them back off again to stare at the ceiling. You emerge from the bathroom, face flush from the hot water, and hair pulled away from your bare shoulders. Arms crossed across your chest, you sit on Alfie’s side of the bed, “You want to talk about it like a grown up now?”

He huffs and shifts lower into the bed, as if to hide from you. With a shrug you walk back to your side, shuffling your sock feet across. You crawl back in bed, back to Alfie to let him fume. It was better than fighting with him to get him to share his feelings.

“He was looking at you.”

“Well Karl is a baby darling.”

“Not Karl! John fucking Shelby! Little bastard was undressing you with his eyes! And you said nothing!”

Ah… there it was.

You let yourself sit up to look at your husband’s face. Folded up into himself, glasses precariously balanced on his nose, cheeks ruddy from rage. Jealousy was his greatest sin and vice. Bigger than rage. Bigger than his love of rum. He was an only child and as such he grew into a man who did not like to share. Not even your image. You curled up next to him, like a cat preening for attention. “Meyn Likht… I didn’t even see him. You shouldn’t be jealous of a figure of vapor.”

“What you don’t notice the… the young men just staring at you? Gapped mouths like dead fish?”

“Those children?” You hum, gently kissing his scruffy jaw and temple.

“Those… men closer in age… to you.”

With that you crawl into his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Darling… what could I do with those men? I’d break them.”

“Break them?” He chuckles, gripping you tighter.

“They’re too soft. Too pretty. No. I like my men… rougher… more sturdy… someone who can stand strong and not worry about their pretty face getting dirty. I like my old man.”

“Do you now?”

“Love him even. Deliriously in love with him. Couldn’t live without him.”

Before you could take another breath, he was on you, kissing all over your face, tickling you with his rough beard and mustache. “Good Lord woman you make me feel 20 again.”

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[charliehoennam]

A/N: fulfilling @j23r23's request made here. Happy reminder that requests are open!!

Summary: Alfie comes homes late at night and finds his pregnant wife sleeping on the couch and confesses his fear to his unborn child

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warning: sexual connotations towards the end, language, pregnancy themes

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Alfie was never one to be easily scared. He had a tough upbringing and, being the man of the house to his two older sisters, Rebecca and Debora, and their divorced mother, he had to grow up fast.

His father had left before Alfie was even born, leaving his son to become the only man of the house.

Sure, his mother was quite the mama bear herself. But there had always been resentment from Alfie towards his unacquainted father for leaving his mother to fend for her children on her own.

Alfie vowed that, if he ever became a father, he would support and help the mother of his child however he could, no matter how unconventional.

You felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be married to him. Alfie was nothing like most men. Most men would participate very little in these affairs, believing them to be limited only to women, but not Alfie. And if anyone dissed him for it, he'll tell those cowards to fuck right off because he wouldn't leave you alone in one of the most painful moments of your life.

It wasn't very common for you either. Part of you was so worried about just having him present for the birth. You worried he wouldn't want to go anywhere near you after it - obviously after you've healed - or have another child.

"Love, after the war I've seen, there is no amount of blood that can scare me away. Now, I won't pry if you don't want me to, of course. I'll respect whatever boundaries you have. But I would like to be there to hold your hand at the very least," he'd say.

He was hellbent on getting you all the best doctors and only the most experienced midwives to assist with pregnancy and the labor.

He didn't avoid making love to you because you were pregnant. It surprisingly turned him him on, made him certain about getting a baby back into you as soon as he could.

Every night, he came home to you with your favorite sweet and treated you to a warm bath together entitled to a foot rub and back rub just before bed.

Every afternoon, he'd meet you exactly at 3 when the weather wasn't too sunny or cold for a walk around the square or the block.

Every morning, once it became harder for you to bend over, he'd kneel down every time to get your heels on for you and compliment how beautiful you looked.

Regardless of the arguments you'd have, he was always consistent with his help. It didn't matter how he felt, he put his feelings aside as he reminded himself that they were nothing compared to the human growing in your body.

Your unborn child had reminded him of his sisters struggles during their terms. Crying over their husbands' affairs, neglected and alone, desperately wondering how they would raise the child. He was only a boy at the time, but he made sure to remember their names.

Once older and stronger, he tracked down all the men responsible for breaking his sisters' hearts and punished them with a beat-down they'd never forget. He considered offing them, but he figured the very least they could do is provide financial support. So, before they could even speak right or breathe through a healed nose, he put them into jobs his contacts proposed especially to him in order to keep a close on them.

That was simply Alfie's nature. Protective and vengeful.

Despite barely having to lift a finger for anything ever since Alfie hired an entire team to assist you, your body still felt exhausted and heavy from the weight of the growing baby in your belly.

You found yourself sat on the couch with Cyril snoring peacefully at your feet, warmed by the crackling fireplace before you.

You wanted to lie in your bed and rest your swollen feet in the comfortable warmth of your cotton linens, but Alfie still wasn't home. You worried when he got home late.

It took one look at the winding wooden stairs to convince you to swing your legs up on the couch, stretching them over the plush cushions.

Closing the heavy book in your hand, you tucked it snug between your side and the back of the couch for a quick shut-eye.

When Alfie arrived home, he tried to be as quiet as possible. He wasn't sure if you'd gone to bed, but he did know you had trouble sleeping without him. Your limited sleep positions were nothing as comfortable as snuggling up to his side.

Locking the door, he hung up his coat and hat. Just before he could make it to the first step of the stairs, he heard Cyril's snoring coming from the living room. That's when he noticed the light radiating from the fireplace, dancing against your skin as you slept soundly.

He stood in the door watching you for a moment, basking in the image of your sleeping frame. The warmth of the fireplace could not compete with of that which spread through his chest.

Alfie smiled to himself as he gazed upon you, his eyes admiring every crevice and hair on your face. The line of your nose, the eyelashes you'd bat at him, the shape of your lips and the faint curve of your smile lines. He loved knowing he'd been the main cause of those particularly.

But, as his gaze moved down to your protruding belly, he was reminded how close the day was. He wondered how the months flew by so fast.

He felt like he had so much time to prepare for fatherhood, but he felt just as hopeless as when you first told him about the baby.

Stepping into the living room, he walked over quietly to join Cyril on the floor in front of the couch.

He stared into the fireplace as cyril shifted to rest his head on Alfie's lap - his laziest greeting yet.

Alfie sat on one side, leaving his opposite leg bent to rest his arm over his knee. Your belly was just inches away.

Moving his gaze back your clothed bump, he sighed heavily.

"You know, I never met my father, right," he whispered to the unborn child. "I think it's wise you know that now, 'fore you come out. Didn't have one growing up, see? So I 'avent got the slightest idea of how to be one."

Lured from your nap by Alfie's voice, you slowly blinked your eyes open. Although Alfie's head of hair was all you saw, you realized he wasn't talking to you and he couldn't see you were awake.

Eavesdropping wasn't very polite, but you couldn't help yourself. You didn't want to stop him, but hearing him to the baby in you was quite heartwarming so you decided to let Alfie have a bonding moment of his own.

"Truth is you got me downright scared," he continued. "Even after months, I still am downright terrified and you ain't even 'ere yet... I know it's a lot to ask, yeah, especially since you're still in there, blissfully unaware of the horrors of the world. But I give you my word I'll try my best to be the best for you and your mum. I hope you can understand that even when you decide to hate me whenever I give you an earful. Though I doubt I can do it. Think your mum will have to sort you out," he mumbled with a playful smirk. "I'll try my best for you, yeah? I just hope it's enough."

Alife's smirk faded as she gazed at your belly. He felt pathetic, venting to an unborn child as if that would solve all his problems. Alfie hated admitted, and he would never admit it to anyone but you, but he was terrified of becoming a father.

You didn't blame him; you had your own fears as well, so you could understand why this precious and fragile life had him so frightened.

He still hadn't noticed you were awake or that you had heard his confession. Until you lifted a hand to stroke the hair on the back of his head.

" 'eard all that, did ya?"

He didn't exactly blush, but he did feel warmth racing around his face with embarrassment.

"You're going to be a great father, Alfie" you answered. "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But as long as we're together and we have each other, we can get through anything."

"Yeah, I know, love," Alfie nodded and sighed. He hated talking about his emotions, even if it was to the only person he could trust blindly. "I just don't want to be a disappointment like my father, if you could even call 'im that much."

"You won't be, and I'll tell you why. You're nothing like him," you smiled, carding your fingers through his brown locks. "You're a good man, Alf. I know you do what you have to do out there, but what matters to me is the man you are in here. And in here, you're a good man. And I wouldn't want to be carrying anyone's child. I'm honored to be the mother of our babe."

"You really mean that?" he smiled trying to look over his shoulder at you, as far as his neck - and age - allowed.

"Every word. You're worried enough to ask your sisters and the midwives for help, Alf. Not many men care to even worry about that sorta thing."

"I'm not like most men," he smirked feeling a sense of pride. "How'd you know about that though?"

"Becca told me you been meeting her for tea every week for advice."

"I fucking knew it. I knew she'd blabber off to you," he chuckled shyly.

"It's nothing to ashamed of, love. I actually find your level of concern and willingness to help in whichever way extremely attractive," you smirked stroking the sensitive skin on his neck with your finger.

"Do you now?" He grinned mischievously knowing exactly where this was headed. One of the perks that came with your pregnancy, in the later stages of it, was the sharp peak of sexual desires.

There were no more worries about you getting pregnant - too late for that now - and seeing your belly swollen, with his child that he put inside you, only made him wish he could put more and more.

"I think I like where this is headed."

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[fandom-puff]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love your writing and was wondering if I could request "overstimulation + praise kink" with Alfie Solomons from Peaky Blinders please? No pressure though and thank you!!

Thank you so much!! I love Alfie <333

Warnings: contains Overstimulation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, praise kink

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x fem!reader

“There’s a good girl,”

Alfie’s voice was low and gruff as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt, this time with his thick calloused fingers pumping deliciously in and out.

Your back arched, pushing your naked breasts against him, and you whimpered as your erect nipples grazed against his clothed chest. Eyes rolling back, your mouth went slack as slurred curses and groans of his name tumbled out in a muddled moan.

Alfie continued his ministrations, nosing at your neck and grazing his teeth against your throat, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Doing so well, pet,” he murmured, sucking a mark into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Such a good, good fucking girl for me,”

As his thumb reached up to circle your clit, your legs clamped around his hand, squeezing his wrist as you rocked into his touch. White-hot pleasure seared painfully through every fibre of your being, but you weren’t willing to throw in the towel just yet. You could feel your own wetness smeared on your neck and chest, transferred from Alfie’s beard to your skin once he emerged from between your legs. He had drawn out several releases just from his tongue, and now he had moved onto using his fingers to tease you open, swirling your slick and his saliva around your sensitive pussy until you shook over and over with pleasure.

“Think you’re ready for my cock?”

It was a stupid question; of course you were ready for his cock, and you had been for the best part of two hours. You had even begged for it… about four orgasms ago. “Please,” you whispered again. “Please, need it, Alf, please!”

“So pretty when you beg, darlin’,” he told you, kneeling between your thighs and shucking off his shirt, before tugging himself from his pants. You groaned at the sight of his heavy cock, pushing your hips up towards him. He smirked, holding the base in his fist as he lined up with your entrance, running the tip up and down your wet slit. “Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?”

When you nodded eagerly, he grinned, pushing forward, stretching you out in a way his fingers never could. “Fuck… good girl, YN, love… take my cock so well, you do,” You moaned, already trying to rock your hips up and down, eager for him to ruin your overstimulated cunt. “My good little pet, drunk on my cock,” he grunted, starting to snap his hips against yours.

It only took a few thrusts before your overworked pussy was spasming uncontrollably around him, and he held onto your thighs, holding you close to him to keep his cock inside you. “Fuck… good girl,” he praised, and smirked as you tried to wriggle away. “But I’m not done with this perfect cunt just yet,”

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[scorpiussage]

Doodles - Alfie x Y/N

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: Alfie discovers something odd when reviewing paperwork.

Wordcount: (I use my notes app so I have no earthly idea lol)

Warnings: none, fluff

Alfie pauses his scan of the recent shipping manifest. Drawn in the margin is a little doodle of who he assumes to be himself, complete with a beard and his hat.

His first instinct is always to get angry, but then he finds himself chuckling. The little drawing is pretty cute and very obviously something Y/N has done.

Being as careful as his bulky fingers allow, he tears the tiny doodle out and tucks it lovingly into his top most drawer.

The whole bakery is startled by Alfie’s guffaws when he discovers the drawing of Tommy Shelby two pages later.

If you would like to send in fic prompts or ideas for Alfie or Tommy, my ask box is open.

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[zablife]

Liar and a Thief

Alfie x female reader

Summary: You borrow Alfie’s hoodie and he has a unique reaction.

Author’s Note: This was a fun idea that came to me after seeing a meme. It’s very little plot with lots of fluff. 

Warnings: language 

You woke with the impossibly bright rays of the early morning sunshine pouring into your room. Taking refuge beneath the blankets, you burrowed deeper into the warmth of Alfie’s embrace hoping for a few more minutes of sleep. However, the light had disturbed his rest as well and that meant he was awake for the day. Resting his chin atop your head, his large hand stroked your back absently as you placed a soft kiss to chest. “Good morning Alf,” you whispered gently.

His fingers travelled south, slowly rubbing small circles into your skin as he went, only stopping when he realized you weren’t wearing bottoms. You swore you felt him smirk against you as he responded “Yeah, it is.” His voice was deep and still rough with sleep. You savored the sound of your big bear of a man as you carded your fingers through his chest hair.

Tilting your head up to gaze into his eyes, you found him drinking you in lovingly with a lazy smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Unable to resist his full lips, you pushed yourself up to meet him in a soft, slow kiss. Basking in the warmth radiating from his large frame, you slotted your leg through his and pressed your ice cold feet onto his leg to get comfortable.

It wasn't long before a deep rumbling growl emitted from Alfie’s chest in protest. He clutched your waist with one muscular arm and you squealed as you felt yourself being lifted into the air with ease. He placed you on top of him until you were face to face, then asked dramatically, “Trying to freeze me to death with those blocks of ice you call feet?” He dug his fingers into your hips as he awaited your answer.

Batting your lashes and rubbing the tip of your nose against his, you used your most seductive voice to reply, “You like keeping me warm though, don’t you?”

“Now how could you be cold when you’re wearing my hoodie, hmm?” he asked with raised eyebrows. You placed your palms on his chest and sat up, straddling his waist. Peering down through messy locks you gave him a doubtful look. Pinching the light pink fabric between your thumb and forefinger, you asked, “This old thing? Are you sure it’s yours?”

Alfie had placed one arm behind his head to admire the view. The oversized shirt had bunched at your waist, allowing him to place a large hand on the soft skin of your upper thigh. You could see the sparkle in his eye as he let out a chuckle. “Fuckin' hell, you're irresistible....but you're a little thief!” His hands wandered under your shirt as he spoke, knuckles brushing the bottoms of your breasts before his thumbs came to rest over the soft flesh of your belly. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he warned, "I've caught you now, pet." Then he suddenly began tickling you, knowing it was your weakness. You tried prying his hands away, but he was far too strong.

By the time you were gasping for air in between giggles, he took pity on you and you collapsed onto him. Your chest rose and fell against his as you drew deep breaths. Alfie stroked your hair gently, murmuring against you, “'Course its yours, dove. I’d give you anything I owned. You already got my heart, right?”

Your heart nearly burst at his admission. Alfie wasn’t one to express his feelings very often so when he did, you cherished it. You couldn’t help but grin as you replayed the words over in your mind. Sitting up once more to look at him in the morning sunshine, you placed a hand to the side of his face, caressing the coarse hair of his beard. “You have no idea what that means to me, Alfie,” you said tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He stroked your chin with his thumb, brows knitted together as he seemed to grow serious. “You know, you could have asked me for it, pet. Didn’t have to wash my favorite hoodie with your red knickers and turn it pink,” he said matter-of-factly. 

Your mouth gaped open before you protested, “It was an accident! I never meant--” But Alfie interrupted your thought by pulling you in for a kiss.

Then he whispered against your lips, “Liar and a thief, you are. You'll fit right in." He kissed you once more before adding, "Might just have to marry you.”

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Red

Alfie Solomons x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, death, mentions of blood, graphic killing, angst, Soft!Alfie

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

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Y/n, Alfie, Tommy and a couple of his men were summoned by the Italians, they didn't know why but Y/n had a feeling it had something to do with her younger brother. He had been missing for two weeks, Alfie kept reassuring her that he was still alive and well, but Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that her brother had been taken.

They arrived at the warehouse, Alfie had told Y/n to stay in the car but she refused. The Italians came marching in with her brother in tow, Y/n attempted to run past Tommy but he grabbed her and held her to him.

"Lucas!" She cried out, attempting to fight against Tommy.

"No no, Y/n." The Italian said, "We negotiate...or I kill the boy."

He held a gun to her brother's head, making Y/n's eyes fill with tears. She's usually stubborn and it's hard to make her cry, but when someone has her 11 year old brother by his shirt and threatening his life, that's enough to break her.

"What do you want?" Tommy asked.

The men went on about who has what and what the other one needs, while Y/n and Lucas keep looking at each other. She wanted so badly to pull away from Tommy and rush to get her little brother, but he had a tight grip on her.

The negotiations went sideways, the men started yelling at each other. Lucas started crying and the Italian cocked his gun, Tommy's men pulled out theirs while the other Italians started slowly backing away.

Y/n looked over at Alfie, fear in her eyes, begging him to do something.

"Tell your men to but their guns down!" The Italian yelled.

Tommy pointed at him, "You harm that boy and you'll be the next to drop!"

The Italian looked at Y/n, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled the trigger. Tears fell as she screamed, pulling herself from Tommy's arms and running towards the Italian. Y/n slid her knives out of her coat as she knocked into him, she slashed and jabbed. Y/n got him to his knees in front of her, a wave of emotions hitting her like a bus. She lost control of her actions, landing harsh stabs to his stomach, blood spurting up her arms and over the front of her coat.

She stumbled back, her chest heaving once she realized what she had done. Y/n's hands shook as she dropped her knives and her gaze scanned her arms. Blood dripped from her hands, the red liquid had made it all the way up to her elbows.

Alfie, Tommy, and his men all stared at Y/n in disbelief as she cried out in fear. She had never killed before, y/n was always against it. But seeing her brothers lifeless body drop to the floor made her snap and attack.

"Y/n?" Alfie spoke softly, "Come 'ere luv."

She didn't move, just stared at her bloodstained arms. Alfie slowly made his way over to her, wrapping his arm around her, being careful not to spook her.

"Come on, luv."

Y/n turned with him as they headed back to the car, the entire way back her gaze remained on her hands. Tommy and Alfie looked at each other, concerned expressions on their faces.

When they arrived at the bakery, Y/n slid out of the car without a word. She walked to the bathroom, taking a sponge and rolling up her once white sleeves. Y/n bubbled up the sponge with soap and attempted to scrub the blood off, sobs leaving her as she noticed the red color remaining on her skin.

Alfie stepped through the door with a bottle of brandy and a rag, he gently shut the door and set both on the counter next to her. He stepped behind Y/n, gently holding her hands as he slid the sponge out of her grasp.

" 'ere we go, luv" Alfie whispered, wetting the rag with brandy and carefully scrubbing her arms.

Y/n watched with teary eyes as a swirl of red tinted water ran down the drain, she leaned back against Alfie's chest and sniffled.

He turned the faucet off, setting the rag back on the counter and snatching a clean towel off the wall. Alfie dried her arms and started unbuttoning her shirt, dropping it to the floor and pulling his much larger one off. Alfie slid her arms through the sleeves, closing it with only two buttons.

He could see the utter sadness in her eyes, her tear soaked face full of despair. Alfie wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close. The feeling of his warm skin against her cheek made her feel safe, a small smile appeared on her face as she looked up at him.

Alfie leaned down, pressing a loving kiss against her lips. They rested their foreheads together, closing their eyes and enjoying each others warmth.

"You smell like rum." She whispered.

"So do you, luv."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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[mlmxreader]

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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1. Alfie Solomons 18+

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1. Alfie Solomons 18+

(Y/n) p.o.v

I've had enough of Small Heath, Birmingham, so I told Poll I'm going to London to visit Ada. Granted I was staying with my younger sister, but I spent most of my time with old friends that moved out of Birmingham. They told me about this club, it's supposedly the rage of London, and I'm dying to see just how big this place is.

"Hurry (y/n)! The car is here." My friend, Mildred yells for me.

"I'm coming!" I rush past Ada with a kiss on the cheek. "Be back in the morning Ada!" I yell over my shoulder.

"All because your name is Shelby doesn't mean you have to act like one!" I hear Ada as I climb into the car.

As Mildred, Joan, and I rode in the car we told stories of our lives, and we'd laugh. We finally got to the club, and I'm so thankful no one knows who I am, or my family. We walk in, check our coats, and immediately I get an idea of what kind of club this was. There were people doing drugs before you even got to the main club part, along with people having sex against the wall. I might as well have stayed in Small Heath for this. The only difference was this was high class instead of the dirty Garrison.

As the night went on I lost each friend to guys, one with snow, and the other to dancing. I stayed at our table, relaxing against my seat, just enjoying the music, and my drink. That was until some high-end guy sat in the seat next to me, and moved it closer. I slightly move to the side to take a sip of my drink, trying my best to ignore him, but he takes my drink out of my hand.

"You shouldn't be alone." He states. "It's not safe for a woman to be here alone."

"I'm fine." I say in a monotone.

"Why don't we get a drink? I can get you the top stuff." He boosts.

"I have the top shelf. Thank you" I state trying to reach for my glass.

He grabs my arm while he stands, lifting me up with him. I try to pull my arm away, but his grip hardens.

"Dance with me." He commands.

Before I can curse at him a big fist collides with his jaw, making him fall to the ground. I turn to my savior to see a man with a beard, top hat, and a cane. He moves to stand in front of me.

"Right, you say you're sorry to the lady." His cockney accent throws me.

"I'm not…" the man stops when he looks up. "Sorry ma'am." He then runs away.

"Names Alfie Solomons, love. " He tips his hat to me.

"(Y/n)." I purposely leave my last name out.

"You need a new drink, love. What you havin'?" He points to my spilt glass.

"Gin and water." I told him. I could tell it surprised him.

"That's fucking awful. Let me get you a proper drink." He sirs as he holds two fingers to the bartender.

"So, what has a gentleman, like yourself, in a club like this?" I smirk at him.

"I could ask the same, love." He chuckles.

We are a couple drinks down. Apparently the rum in London is a lot smoother than in Birmingham. We laugh at each other's stories. I say goodbye to my friends when they leave with their own men.

"I couldn't possibly drink another one." I giggle as I move the half empty glass away.

"Let me help you." He helps me stand straight as we walk out.

Alfie walks me to a cab that's sitting waiting outside. I laugh at myself as I slip into the seat. I lay my head against Alfie's shoulder as he tells the driver to go he moves to rest on my crossed knee, and the other over his cane. I run my hand along his arm until it wraps around his bicep, and the other rests on the top of his rough hand. He flips his hand to actually hold my hand. We rode in comfortable silence until I eventually leaned my head on his shoulder.

When we pull up to his hotel he pays the driver, and helps me out. I keep hold of his hand as he guides me up the stairs. Once we get to his door his hands go to my waist to pull me close to him. I run my fingers in his beard as I smile up at him as we lean into each other. We kiss like we haven't seen each other in years, like we needed each other. He starts to kiss along my jaw.

"Al…Alfie please open the door." I softly moan into his ear.

He gives me a smirk as he takes a small step back, but doesn't let go of me as he turns to the door. I squeal from being picked up from the waist, and I hear the door slam behind me. I giggle as I'm set on my feet again. I turn to Alfie, playfully hitting his arm.

"You awful man." I laugh.

He chuckles as he throws his jacket off letting it fall over a chair while his cane falls to the floor. He grabs me by my waist to pull me to his chest. I smile up at him as I move his suspenders down his arms. He backs us to the bed making us fall onto the bed, with my knees on his hips. I gasp when he starts kissing my shoulder to my neck. I grab the back of his neck as he starts moving his hand up my leg, bringing my skirt up with his hand. I rest my hands in his hair while I open my legs for him to kneel between them. He locks his eyes with me as he pulls my underwear down. With a tight grip on my thighs he begins to kiss along the inside of my thigh then doing the same to the other side. I tried to lean on my elbows to watch him, but the closer he gets the more intense I feel. I fall on my back with soft moans. He finally is close enough, but all he does is kiss my lower lips with a quick kiss. I almost whine, but it stops in my throat when he licks up my opening.

"Alfie." I reach for his hand on my hip.

He entwined our fingers, giving me a slight squeeze before completely devouring me like a starved man. My back arches into the air as I grasp the top of his head. I've never had a man do this, this good before. My thighs already start to shake from him playing with my clit.

"Alfie, please! I…" my head falls back as I beg.

I feel his free hand run up my stomach to my chest as he sucks my clit while pulling away. He uses his hand to hold me down while I shake under him, a moaning mess. While I catch my breath he stands to look over me, and slides his pants off. I quickly slide my dress over my head as he crawls between my legs. I rub my hands over his shoulders as he gets in between my legs. My body is just melted, a puddle under him. I actually need him. I've never needed anyone this way before, and it's throwing my mind off. I can't keep any sense to me while he slowly slides into me. He doesn't stop until his hips are against mine, and he leans down, his groans vibrating my shoulder.

"Fuck, love." He starts to move.

I move my hips along with his as he moves faster. He knows every spot like I've known him for years. The faster he moves the louder the bed squeaks, the harder I grip his arm, and he tightly squeezes me to his chest. I bite my lip to hold my moans in, but he rams hard enough to reach deeper than I could ever imagine. I have to hide my mouth in his neck as I moan out.

"Alfie. Please." I beg into his neck.

His movements become sloppy, and I can feel myself tighten around him, feeling every grove of him. With a deep groan and another deep ram we release at the same time. I tried to catch my breath, but Alfie pulling me to his chest didn't help. I usually leave after I relax for a moment, however his arms are so warm I fall asleep.

I wake up at some point in the morning, and begin to slowly leave. I have to get out of here before he gets up or it's going to be awkward. I don't have many one nights, but I know the rules. I get back to Adas while she is at work, so I just go back to bed for a couple hours. I'm woken by the phone ringing.

"Ada Thorne residents." I answer.

"(Y/n), I need you back soon. Come straight to the Arrow House." Tommy orders before hanging up.

"Oh yes Tommy. No problem Tommy." I grumble to myself hanging up the phone.

He's such a pain in the ass. I tell Ada Tommy's orders, and she just rolls her eyes as she helps me pack. I give her and Karl a final hug as I board the train. I can't stand how I have to follow Tommy's rules, and orders. I swear I'm gonna smack him one day.

Coming into the station I see Tommy's driver waiting for me, and helps with my bags. Of course Thomas Shelby couldn't meet his sister at the station. The drive to Arrow was peaceful, and all I thought about was Alfie. I start feeling guilty for leaving, for some reason. Pulling into the long driveway of the house I roll my eyes at Tommy's new living.

"(Y/n) welcome back. How's Ada?" Polly asks as she helps me step out of the car.

"Ada is fine, Karl is driving her mad with his shenanigans, but overall fine." I laugh with her while we walk inside.

"Well Tommy of course was ahead of himself, because his meeting isn't until tomorrow." She walks me toward the living room. "I told him you would already be here, but of course he didn't listen." She lights her cigarette as she talks.

"It's okay I wasn't really doing anything." I shrug.

She hums in reply, but Tommy stops her from actually saying anything. He doesn't even acknowledge us here, he just pours him a drink.

"(Y/n) my business partner will be here tomorrow afternoon. I need you there to have the papers in order." He simply tells me.

"Why can't Lizzie help you?"

"Because I have you doing something else." He walks away with no response from me.

The rest of the night I talked with Polly. I went to bed dreaming of ocean water. I woke to Polly shaking me awake for breakfast. I took my time getting ready, and setting the papers in front of Tommy making sure he saw I put them there. John, Arthur, and Tommy start talking business, so I just leave.

Around two in the afternoon I was called into Tommy's office by Polly. She has hard eyes when I see her, but I should've been listening to the voice in the office. As I walk in everything goes quiet.

"(Y/n)." When I hear that deep voice again I almost fall to my needs, but instead my head snaps up to the man standing next to my brother's desk.

"Al…what?" I try to gather myself, but of of course a girl can't do that when she has brothers.

"How the fuck do you know our sister?" Arthur stands from his seat.

Alfie just looks at me in shock as I do him, maybe in deeper shock. I look at Tommy as he stares at me. He knew. He knew, and that's why he called me to come here. My head begins to spin as John and Arthur start yelling, so I just run out of the room.

"(Y/n)!" I hear multiple voices call behind me.

I run to the side of the house, squatting down, and just take deep breaths. I slept with their business partner, and I might actually feel something for him. I already know it's not going to end well for me or Alfie. I stay leaning against the house until I hear my name being called.

"Love where are you?" I hear Alfie's voice call with the others.

I take a deep breath before walking out. Polly, John, and Alfie are watching me walk toward them. Alfie looks my body over with sad eyes before turning to his car. Polly puts her arms around me as Alfie drives away. I know we weren't together, but it still hurt he left.

"It'll turn out right (y/n)." John rubs my arm.

We walk back into the office we're a fuming Arthur is sitting with a calm looking Tommy. Polly sits me in a chair in front of the desk, and sits next to me as John stands behind my chair. The look Tommy is giving me is like he's looking at every depth of my soul. He clears his throat before light a cigarette, and turning his eyes to Arthur.

"His name is Alfie Solomons, and he runs the Jews in Camden Town. We started working with him when we went against Sabini, but Alfie decided he wanted the Italians." Tommy clears his throat. "You know everything after that, but he hasn't done anything lately." He looks at Arthur when he scoffs. "I need to know if you knew him."

"No, I swear we met at the club in London." I tell the truth.

"Do you care for him?" Tommy asks.

"I… well.."

"Who cares?! You go near him again, I'll cut him." Arthur storms out.

"Answer me." Tommy pushes.

"Thomas enough." Polly steps in, but Tommy just stares me down.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"You don't know, but yet you slept with him." He scoffs.

"Oh please like you are the Virgin Mary." I roll my eyes. "I did know he was a gang leader or something like that. He stood up for me and bought me a drink. He was different." I say the last to myself but of course Polly heard, and snapped her head to me.

"Alright that's enough. She hasn't done anything wrong,Thomas. What she chooses is her choice." Polly tells Tommy, and gives him the eyes that meant that the conversation is over.

She walks us up to my room, and shuts the door when I sit on my bed.

"Now it's my job to tell you what he said." She smirks at my reaction, and hands me a folded paper. "If you want to call him he will answer, and business is business not this." With that she left.

Over the next couple days I keep thinking of Alfie, so when the guys are gone I use the library phone to call Alfie, and when his deep force answers I freeze.

"Hello!" He calls again with frustration.

"Alfie?" I quietly answered.

"(Y/n)? Wha…are you okay?" He sounds so flustered.

"I'm okay. I just decided to call you." I hear something move in the background.

"I'm glad you called. I knew you couldn't resist me, love.'' He chuckles along with my giggles.

We talk until I hear a while blowing in the background. He grumbles under his breath.

"It's quitting time, love. I have to go."

"Oh okay." I pause for a moment. "Where do you work?"

"A bread factory in Camden Town." He tells me, but a loud bang is heard before I could respond. "Love I gotta go, I work with idiots."

"Okay bye Alfie." I giggle.

"Bye love." He hangs up.

I turn around to leave with a giddy smile on my face, but Tommy leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"I'll deal with Arthur, just don't lie to us." He walked away before I could hug him.

I rush to my room, and throw things into a small bag. I have to get back to London. I tell my family where I was going, and the only thing Polly tells me is to be careful. The train pulls into the London station, and I see Ada waiting for me. When she sees me she gives me a smirk with her hands on her hips.

"I told you just because you are named Shelby doesn't mean you act like them." We laugh as we get to her car.

The next morning I got ready. I make sure everything is perfect before I get into the taxi. As the drive gets closer to where I'm going I begin to get nervous. What will happen? We stop close enough to the door. I knock on the big door almost getting hit with it when a scrawny man with an apron answers.

"I'm here for Mr. Solomons, the name's Shelby." I simply tell him.

He opens the door further for me, and I follow him through the bakery, up the stairs to Alfie's office. He points toward the door before going back down the stairs. I softly knock on the door before opening it slowly.

"What now, Ollie?" He doesn't look up from his papers until the click of my heels hit the floor as I walk to him. "What are you doing here, love?" I sit on the corner of his desk.

"Well I decided that I wanted to come see you, and that maybe we could talk somethings out." I nervously twist the bead on my dress.

"What is there to talk out? I assumed with your call the other day you were mine." He simply tells me as he stands.

"Well I guess so. I just…" He cages me with his arms.

"You wanted to see me." He finished for me. "I'm glad you're here." He kisses me deeply.

I stayed with Alfie for a whole week, and he almost had my brother banging down his door when he wouldn't let me leave. He ended up coming to Small Health for a few days until the smog got to him. After a couple of months of back and forth Alfie asked me to marry him. Arthur beat him up when we told everyone, but everything is overall okay. The day before my wedding Polly told me I was pregnant, and the baby was going to be famous. My sweet Sylvia was born. She was our angel. However our son Jack became a gang leader like his father. I love him to pieces, but he gives me heart failure.

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Alfie Solomons

Relax- YN wants to help her husband relax.

Family Tea- YN and Alfie go to the Shelby’s for tea to announce her pregnancy. Alfie is nervous about how her brothers (especially Arthur).

Begging- YN begs her husband to let her have another dog.

Not A Dream Wedding- YN was worried about her brothers misbehaving at hers and Alfie’s, but what no one thought would happen is that the Shelby’s father crashes the wedding.

Partners In Crime Pt1- Alfie needs help. Tommy sends YN, not expecting feelings to develop.

Partners In Crime Pt2- 6 years later and YN and Alfie are married with their 3rd baby on the way.

Partners In Crime Pt3- Ada brings up the idea of YN and Alfie having another baby during their 3rd baby’s 1st birthday.

Love At First Sight Pt1- Tommy wants his sisters help to seal a deal with Alfie Solomon’s.

Love At First Sight Pt2- Alfie gets to witness how strong and intimidating YN can be.

Love At First Sight Pt3- YN and Alfie keep their relationship quiet for now, although John isn’t daft.

Love At First Sight Pt4- 6 months later YN feels now if the time to tell her brothers that she is seeing Alfie, mainly because she’s pregnant. And of course Alfie is very nervous.

I Missed You- YN’s ex sends her a letter asking to see her for one last time.

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Mooooo ! I love you so much bby 💕 my I request one with Alfie with the touch starved prompts “you never have to earn my affection-not now, not ever” and “I’m never more at peace than when I’m in yours arms”? Thank you lovely❤️❤️

My baby girl!!!!!!! Ugh thank you so much for sending this in. Did my heart ache writing this? Yes. Did my stomach hurt? Also yes. Am I sorry for it? NO. WE DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR EMO HOURS IN THIS HOUSE. Hehehe Anyway I love ya so much I hope you enjoyyyyyy.

100 Follower Celebration: Your Love is Enough

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

There were many perks that came with being Alfie's woman. While there was certainly a good deal of danger lurking around, there was an undeniable air of safety you had due to all the eyes watching. You got access to all the hot goings on around the city. You lived comfortably. And above all, you got to love Alfie Solomons fully and purely and unabashed. There was only one downside really... the talk.

It was no secret that you were significantly younger than Alfie. It was something you and Alfie never shied away from and didn't feel a need to. Regardless of any age difference, you and Alfie understood each other on a cosmic level, a way no one else could. You loved him with your whole heart and soul and Alfie would burn down the world if you asked him to. You were one. And anyone who truly knew you and Alfie knew that this was true love. That this was the type of love and devotion that epics were written about and empires crumbled over. But there were always going to be people who didn't know. Always going to be people who didn't understand.

You were perusing fabric patterns in the shop down the street one early afternoon, looking for the final pattern to add to a quilt you were making for Ollie's soon to be born first child. You delicately touched the cotton blends along an aisle, imagining how it would look along the squares you had already picked, taking mental note as to what was available.

"I just cannot imagine what he sees in her. I mean... she is a child isn't she?"

Your ears perked up to the tone. It was Mrs. Vorsed from down the corner, the one you waved to every morning without even a smile in return. Another voice responded, "You know how men are. They just want a little toy to play house with until they find a wife."

Who on earth could they be talking about?

"Mr. Solomons needs a real woman in his home. My Portia knows what it means to be a lady of the house, and knows her place. I mean that girl he is shacked up with... I can hear her shouts and laughter from down the street! What does she know about keeping a home, much less keeping a man?"

A snicker erupts, "Well I'm sure she won't last long. He'll tire of her eventually when he realizes what he truly needs. Then Portia can swoop right in!"

The cackles fade away with the sharp chops of heavy footed steps. Despite your efforts, the knot in your throat never went down. You lungs refused to take in breath as the words spun in your mind. How could they say those things so confidently? They didn't even know you. They never even stepped foot into the house, how could they know how you keep it? Alfie never said more than a good morning to Mrs. Vorsed. How could they know anything about you or Alfie? Yet their words kept spinning and spooling around in your mind. What if... what if they were right?? What if people saw something that you couldn't see? What if you had deluded yourself into thinking that Alfie was truly happy and in love with you? What if he was unhappy but didn't want to tell you out of duty. It all became too much in your chest, and you left the store without your fabric, but the weight of the world on your chest.

That evening Alfie could not wait to get home to you. Every evening Alfie nearly buzzed at the prospect of coming home to see your face again, and wrap himself around you, getting as close as possible. You made his day better. You made his life brighter and joyful and meaningful. It made all the business and badness worth it. Stepping through the threshold with a press to the mezuzah, Alfie calls out, "Sweet girl! I'm home! You in the kitchen darling?"

He hears you call back and smiles wide, stomach growling hungry for supper and you. Taking off his coat and hat he ambles into the kitchen, watching you stir something magical in the massive soup pot. "My dove ,my angel, my joy, what are you doing? Making food for the Royal Navy are we?"

You turn to him, and he can clearly see that something is wrong. Your lips are quivering and poorly attempting to portray a smile, and your eyes are glassy and red rimmed. He feels a stab in his chest, "Now wait a minute treacle... what's got you crying?"

You wiped your cheek and turned away, "I'm not crying."

With a scoff he grabs your chin gently, turning you to face him, "I thought we didn't lie to each other my sweet. Especially since you're the worst liar since the Garden of Eden. Why are you crying? Come on now confess."

You shrugged as Alfie's hands moved up and down your arms, "It's nothing. Stupid really I shouldn't be crying."

"Nah nah. It ain't stupid if it's got my sweet girl crying like that. Out with it."

The tears kept falling, though you tried to keep an even tone, "I just... I heard some women talking. Mrs. Vorsed and another lady."

Alfie rolled his eyes, "Always a bad sign. C'mon what else."

You sniffled, "And... well... they said that... I wasn't good enough for you. That I didn't know how to be a good woman to you. And that you would be better off with someone else. That you would soon grow tired of me. That I'm not deserving of you, and Portia Vorsed would be a better match for you."

The tears started coming harder, and you couldn't help the shaking of your body. Alfie's stomach dropped, and rage replaced it. Alfie shook your shoulders a bit in his passion, "What the fuck is wrong with them? Treacle, Mrs. Vorsed is the worst gossip in Camden, and doesn't know anything about anything. She hasn't got anything better to do but talk absolute shit. Portia, right? She is the silliest woman in town, she can't even do basic arithmetic because she's too busy being an idiot. I mean fuck me treacle I can barely say good morning to Mrs. Vorsed without getting proper fucking agitated!"

Alfie kissed your forehead and brought you to his chest, "YOU are the one for me. I don't give a shit what Mrs. Vorsed or what any other decrepit woman or idiot man thinks. You are my life. You are my stars and my moon and my sun alright? You don't have to be 'good enough' for me. Fuck you just are. You never have to earn my love. You've always had it. Even before I knew you my old and brittle heart was yours. You got that?"

You nodded, the tears pooling in his shirt. Alfie pulled you away from him to look into your eyes. "And treacle I don't even think Mrs. Vorsed can see more than a meter in front of her so she probably has no clue who she is talking about."

You laughed despite the tears and Alfie grinned. All he wanted to do every day was to make you smile. He was convinced that was what he was put on this earth to do. You put your hand to his face, feeling him lean into the warmth of your palm. "I just want to love you and care for you like you do me. I just worry that I don't do enough sometimes."

He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips, "Ah my sweet. I'm never more at peace than when I'm in your arms. I'm never more at home than when you're next to me. The whole business could go to shit and I'd still be the richest man in the world because I have the greatest treasure in you. And I mean that my love. You believe your old man right?"

You nod. The lump in your throat finally dissapated and the weight melted away. There was truly no love like Alfie's and yours. People could talk all they want. People could make any assumptions they wanted. That didn't change what was true. And what was true was that you and Alfie belonged to each other and would for all of eternity.

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[charliehoennam]

A/N: fulfilling @j23r23's request. Subtle reminder that my ask open again! Tried my best to sum it up, hope you enjoy <3

Summary: Reader's a pub owner and fianceè to The Alfie Solomons. Turns out she's a bit more than just that.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warnings: Language, Adopted!reader, not proof-read, I think that's it??

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Most people would have been nervous if Alfie Solomons strolled on into their area of business without any notice.

Everywhere he went, his most trusted and strongest lackies followed behind for protection. They were intimidating on their own, but Alfie's dominant presence was enough to make anyone mentally retrace their days, wondering if they'd made their weekly payment for protection or if they'd gotten in trouble with any of Alfie's clan.

You, on the other hand, were not like the others. You remained calm, cool and collected the minute he wandered into your pub.

Despite it being young to the busy street and small in comparison to the neighboring establishments, you had heard many things about Alfie. Only rumors, however, mostly from your drunk clients at the Glass & Barrel.

Some would argue that he was full of himself. Others would make remarks on how he was a form of savior with the jobs he'd given them. A few despised him with all their might for the beating he'd ordered onto them. Judging by what you knew of these specific clients, you knew it hadn't been for nothing.

It was early morning when you hear the doorbell chime. You could hear him mumble on as he looked around at the pub, but couldn't quite make out what he said.

You knew right away who he was. The hat and the cane were dead giveaways, but it was his demeanor that made it clear. And what he did for a living did not sway you in the slightest.

You had expected his visit for a while. It was just a matter of time that he showed up to explain how his method of security works. It was simple. You pay and his boys protect. Extra pay meant he'd place a strong lad in the pub to chase away any unwelcome, rowdy guests.

The first thing Alfie noticed about you when he walked in and sat down at the bar was how unfazed you seemed. He knew at the moment that you were a fearless woman and he admired that.

He assumed you had to be that way, given the dubious characters that milked the bottles from your shelves and the barrels in the basement.

However, there was still a sweetness in you that teased his curiosity. It made him yearn for a woman in such a foreign way that he hadn't felt since he was a young lad.

Since then, his visits became more and more often until you realized he was stopping by about two or three times a week. The funniest thing about his visits was that he never drank anything other than water. It was quite comical.

He enjoyed charming his way into your heart. Every visit consisted of laughter, taste-tests of his finest brews, playful flirting and him trying to convince you to go out on a date with him.

You resisted. Alfie knew that you wouldn't be easy. He could barely imagine just how many drunken fellas have tried their luck with you. The gun you hid under the bar wasn't for nothing.

In fact, your reservation made you all the more special.

He respected your pace and, every time you turned down his invitations, he didn't press you.

"I respect that, love. But a man's gotta try, right? Maybe one day I'll get lucky and you'll say yes."

And he was right. One day, he did get lucky indeed and you finally accepted one of his relentless invitations. However, you requested that it'd be during the day.

You told him it was because the pub made more money at night, but really, you didn't want to give off the impression that you'd be repaying him with sexual favors.

Not that you didn't want to. Alfie's ruggedness was just one of the many features that you admired. You were more than attracted to him, but you weren't the type to sleep with someone so early on.

It was an unspoken boundary, but Alfie understood you better than you could ever imagine. He didn't need to hear you say it and he never forced you or questioned you about it. Truth is he was willing to wait as long as he needed to because he knew it'd be worth the wait. Because something told him that you would be the one.

The chemistry between you and Alfie was naturally cohesive. He cherished every moment he got to spend with you. Every laugh and smile he teased out of you were trophies to him.

Your relationship grew into mutual petting and necking often stolen in secret at the opera, in the corners of fancy restaurants or in the convenient shadows at the pictures. It gradually grew to the point where you finally felt comfortable enough to invite him to spend the night with you.

Alfie was right. It was definitely worth the wait.

He made sure to take it slow as to burn every single second and touch of into his memory. He wanted to make it about you and your pleasure.

Every kiss of his lips burned into your skin. His beard scratched your soft flesh of your as his kisses trailed over your body. His greedy hands pulled and squeezed you tightly, aching to meld your bodies to become one.

He couldn't get enough of you and you couldn't bare to part from him. The softness of his hair when your fingers raked through it, his hairy chest brushing against your breasts and then your back, the moans and groans vibrating from the depths of his core. It was enough to have you addicted to him.

That night with you was unlike any night he'd ever spent with any other woman. There was meaning to this act, deep meaning. You were the woman he loved, the one he hoped to marry. You were the woman that had given him hope to become a father and inspired him to be a better man. Despite being a hardworking man, he felt the lost desire to have a home to return to. Suddenly, Alfie had hope for a future in which he wasn't alone.

Throughout the time he'd gotten to know you, he noticed how you always seemed to stray away when the topic shifted to your family. You didn't lie about them. You told him just enough to satiate to his curiosity that was entirely about your adoptive parents.

The truth was that you barely knew your biological family. You knew who they were - your loving adoptive parents had always been honest with you about your origins - and that you were indeed one of the legendary Shelbys of Birmingham.

You hadn't thought about them for a long time until your now-fiance Alfie was meeting with Tommy Shelby at the distillery.

At first glance, you didn't know who was sitting across from Alfie in his office until Ollie told you and asked you to wait.

You stood outside of the office, away from Alfie's sight. It was clear Tommy was in rough shape. You'd heard about the beat down; you were amazed to see him still walking.

If he recognized you, he didn't make it obvious. He only saw you on his way out of Alfie's office, but he simply walked past you and left the distillery without looking back.

An emptiness hollowed you inside after he left. You wondered if he knew who you were. You wondered if anything would've changed if you had told him. After all these years, you doubted he'd even remember he had a little sister younger than Ada. Granted he was older than you - you yourself didn't remember anything from that time - there was a small part inside you that had hoped he'd remembered, but you had finally been answered.

It'd been a couple of days since you saw Tommy at the distillery. Although it hurt a bit to know he hadn't remembered you, you accepted fate as it was and felt like you could finally put it behind you as if you had finally buried the past.

Until the devil himself walked into the Glass & Barrel, announcing his arrival with the doorbell chime. He paused for a moment and let his eyes scan the pub.

It was early in the morning with only a couple of your regulars: veterans of the war drinking away their sorrows, and Bubba: the large bouncer Alfie insisted to keep inside the pub.

You froze as you watched Tommy take a cigarette before sliding it across his lips to wet the bud. From the corner of your eye, you noticed how Bubba looked at him and sat up alert, instantly recognizing him.

Bubba was a tall man who had gained his nickname for seeming common and unthreatening. You'd seen him in action plenty of times dealing with the rowdy clients to know he was anything but. He could blend into the crowd just as easily as he could fend off four men at once. Bubba always loved a good fight.

You nodded at him to let him know it was alright. He opened his newspaper again, but his eyes stayed locked on Tommy from the far corner.

You treated Tommy as you would treat any customer and offered him a drink.

"Whisky, please," he answered as he sat in front of you at the bar.

"Brown or white?"

"Brown" he nodded watching you move behind the bar. "This place yours?"

"It is, " you answered setting a glass in front of him to pour his drink.

"Nice place... Decorate it yourself?"

"I did."

He nodded and a small sip of his drink.

"You grew up 'round here?"

"Around London, yeah. Moved a bit here and there, but always stayed in London."

"You know, I once had a little sister. She was taken away early from us. My poor mum, she did her best to raise us. We were a bit of a handful. Six in total... Last I heard about her is that she lives in London."

Tommy cradled the glass in his hand and admired the brown liquid, but he could feel your eyes burning through him.

You froze as the realization washed over you. It was no coincidence that he wandered into your pub. It was entirely intentionally.

"Runs her own pub. Seems like that tends to run in the family," he paused and eyed you with a steely steady gaze, as if he could see right through you. "Does he know?"

Tommy felt like he already knew the answer. Alfie would have most likely brought it up during their first meeting if he knew.

"No. I haven't told him. I don't feel it's necessary to."

"I can respect that. But it doesn't change the fact that you're still family."

"With all due respect, Mr. Shelby, I have a family."

"I'm just saying, that's all. If you ever need a hand, you know where to find us."

You didnt bother replying since he was quick to stand, snuffing his cigarette out in the ashtray on the bar.

He stopped just before the door to set his cap on his head before glancing at you one more time on his way out.

You felt Bubba's eyes boring a hole into you so you quickly moved about, getting back to work. There was no doubt he'd be telling Alfie about this little visit. Tommy's a wise man; Bubba knew his visit was no coincidence despite having not been able to hear your conversation.

The truth would have to come out.

Once Eddie arrived to take over the night shift, you made your way a few streets over to the home you and Alfie shared.

Unlocking the door, you walked inside to hang your coat up. But from the corner of your eyes, you could a familiar shadow standing by the fireplace.

Alfie was never home this early. The lack of acknowledgement to your arrival made you certain something was up.

"Alfie. You're home early," you smiled walking towards him.

"Yeah, I am. I had an urgent matter to tend to myself."

"I see..." you nodded as you slowly drifted over towards him over the wooden floor that now felt like eggshells. Had Bubba told him about Tommy's visit? Had word spread about your relation?

"I heard tommy Shelby went to see you today... Care to tell me what that was about?"

"Before I tell you, Alf, there's something you should know."

As he lifted his gaze from the warm fire, his eyes carried the same softness he heard in your voice.

"I never told you this because I never thought it'd be relevant. But the truth is that I was adopted when I was a child... From Birmingham. I was 12 when my parents told me I'd been a Shelby."

You paused, hoping for some sort of reaction from Alfie, but there was nothing that could hint at his reaction.

"I didn't even who they were until that day I went your office. To be quite honest, I didn't even think any of them remembered me. That's why he came to the Glass & Barrel, to tell me he knew it was me."

Unbeknownst to you, Alfie already knew the truth. There was a doubt in the back of his mind that questioned - if you did in fact know your biological family - where your allegiance would lay and, at this point, it was only growing within.

His doubt consumed him, slowly but surely, over the following days. Everything had changed.

You first noticed that Alfie started missing dinner. After you moved in together, he was always home for dinner.

The mornings you once used to treasure due to the breakfast you shared with him were shared only with the presence of Cyril.

Gone before you woke up and home after you'd fallen asleep.

This night, you decided you were not going to bed. Tonight would be the night you confronted him.

The exhaustion of the day was beginning to set in. Your eyes felt heavy as you struggled to read your book, attempting to keep yourself awake.

Cyril, whose head was resting on your lap to be petted, snored peacefully. Blissfully unaware of your brewing angst.

Adrenaline quickly chased away and drowsiness you felt the minute you heard Alfie's car outside. It was now or never.

You waited for him to unlock the door and hang his coat up along with with his hat, still seated on the couch.

Alfie noticed the living room light on as he walked towards it and spotted you on the couch.

"Bit late, innit love? Should be in bed."

"Why are you avoiding me, Alfie?"

"No one's avoiding you," his foot was already on the first step of the stairs. Your anger quickly turned to tears as he proved you right.

"Then stay down here and face me, damn it."

Your hands trembled as you marched towards the stairs. Alfie stopped halfway up them when he turned to face you.

"I did not choose this, Alfie. I did not ask you be a Shelby. I did not choose the family I was born into. But if there's one thing I did choose was you."

Silences lingered heavily. His blue eyes stared down his nose at you. Your chest rose and fell with the adrenaline and flood of emotions coursing through you. As frustrated as you were, you didn't want to hate him. You couldn't if you tried.

Alfie hadn't thought about how his attitude would have affected you. He needed time to think. He trusted you blindly, but not knowing if your allegiance could change paralyzed him.

He watched how deeply emotional you were about his absence and realized that - the same way you chose to leave your biological family in the past despite knowing who they were - he needed to make a choice too.

He walked down the stairs until he stood before you.

"You're right, love," he nodded gazing into your tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry, yeah?"

His palm met your cheeks as he cradled your face in his hands.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you really think I would betray you, Alf?"

Your hands wrapped lightly around his wrists.

"For a moment, I wasn't sure if I'm not honest. Fuck, love. You gotta see from my side, yeah? Just wasn't expecting the love of my life, the apple of my eye, to be a Shelby. And that you knew."

"I didn't it mattered, Alf. I'm no Shelby. This is where my family is. In this house, here with you. I'm a soon-to-be Solomons."

"Right, you fucking are," he whispered wiping an escaping tear from your cheek.

"I choose you, Alfie. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, love. C'mere," his arms opened and welcomes you into his embrace. "I choose you too."

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[fandom-puff]

Hi there! May I request #24 from the smut prompts list with Alfie Solomons, but maybe replace bikini bottoms with knickers? For the sake of historical accuracy🤭 thank you and Happy New Year!

Eek I love Alfie sm!!

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk,

“Come here, come sit on my knee, darlin’,” Alfie smiled, and who were you to say no to your brash husband when his eyes crinkled like that. You smiled, setting down your book to scurry round to his side of the desk, perching almost demurely on his lap.

Yeah right.

Alfie grinned at his pretty wife, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in more firmly against his chest so that you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. “There, perfect,” he grinned. “Comfy? Good,” he pressed a kiss to your head as he perched his glasses on his nose, tugging his paperwork closer to him. It was a rather odd sight admittedly: the big London gangster sat doing sums, wearing his spectacles, while his wife snuggled him on his lap. Between sums, he pressed gentle kisses to you, and soon your squirming had him smirking.

Setting his pen down, his hand roamed up your thigh, stroking the expensive silk of your dress between his fingers. “I don’t half want to fuck you right now, Mrs Solomons,” he growled into your ear, his beard scratching against you. “Right here in my office,”

“Alf…” you whimpered, parting your legs slightly as his hand slid up higher, letting out a soft moan as his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles through your knickers.

“You like the sound of that, eh, love? I can feel how wet you are,” you moaned in response to his growling voice, your eyebrows knitting together as his fingers brought to slowly, languidly closer to the edge. “S-someone will see… I don’t think the b-blinds are shut,”

Alfie’s chest rumbled with a laugh. “Oh, darlin’ they’d be none the wiser,” he told you, moving his thumb faster, his free fingers probing at your clothed, soaking entrance. “I could have you right here like this, love… I could just move your knickers to the side, no one would know… fuck you right here in my chair, with you grinding on my cock,”

His filthy words did you in, and your thighs clamped closed around his hand as you shuddered through your orgasm, whimpering his name into his ears. Alfie grinned proudly, his free hand rubbing your back as you melted into his embrace.

“In second thoughts, fuck that… get your coat on, love. We’re going home,”

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[subparslytherin]

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[zablife]

Let Me Be

Alfie Solomons x gf reader

Summary: You aren't feeling well and want nothing more than to be left alone, but Alfie insists on trying to help where he's not wanted.

Author's Note: Exploring the idea of not wanting someone to take care of you when you're unwell.

Warnings: language, mention of illness (unspecified), reference to vomiting

You were pulled from the depths of your slumber by a sudden crash somewhere in the distance. You attempted to sit up, but the pounding inside your skull had you slumping over, clutching your head in your hands before you could move any further. To make matters worse you found the bedroom curtains open, spilling harsh morning light directly into your eyes. Another cacophony of metal hitting upon metal told you your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen and you groaned.

Falling back into the softness of your bed, you pulled the duvet up to your chin as you felt Cyril’s wet nose seek you out. He let out a whimper, followed by a huff as he rested his head on Alfie’s pillow, watching you carefully. “How does he have so much energy?” you asked your pet. “I feel like death.”

As you attempted to close your eyes, Alfie came bursting through the door with a tray of food. The door banged against the wall with what seemed to be thundering force, his footsteps reverberating loudly as he came closer.  His wide smile greeted you along with the overpowering smell of meat and you instantly felt yourself gag.

“Good morning, dove,” Alfie called to you in a cheery voice as he placed the tray next to you. 

“It’s not,” you said, covering your nose and mouth in hopes you could keep yourself from being sick. Cyril stirred beside you, taking the hint better than his master that it might be best to keep his distance. He jumped off the bed and ran, claws scratching against the wood floorboards as he beat a hasty retreat.

“What’s got into him? And why are you pulling a face at the food I made ya?” Alfie asked, furrowing his brow. Picking up the plate, he shoved the fry-up under your nose and you felt your stomach lurch uneasily. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Alf! Get that away from me,” you shouted, tossing the duvet from your legs as you suddenly felt far too warm, your palms sweating and your head spinning. 

“Yeah, alright,” he said, replacing the plate onto the tray and scratching his beard. “Not even gonna say thank you, Alfie. I love you, Alfie. You’re the most amazing boyfriend I’ve ever had,” he teased. 

Then he got a look at you in only his shirt and your lace underwear and he forgot all about breakfast. “Reckon when a woman looks as good as you, manners can be overlooked.” 

Reaching a hand to caress your ass, he grabbed at your ample flesh giving a good squeeze. Before you could shoot him a warning look, he realized how warm you felt beneath his large palm and pronounced with shock, “You’re sick, dove.”

You rolled your eyes, wondering how it had taken him so long to notice, but remained silent as another wave of nausea hit you and you took off running for the en suite, clutching your stomach. 

When you returned Alfie was loudly munching on toast, dropping crumbs into the sheets beside you as he ran a hand over your hair. “Tell ya what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right by your side and take care of you all day. You don’t have to worry about a thing, love,” he said, sounding proud of himself.

You groaned into your pillow, looking over at him with a murderous glare. “Alfie, I love you, but if you don’t leave this house in the next ten minutes, I will use my dying breath to kill you.”

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