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The Sweet Punishment || James Delaney x Reader Smut
Summary: You fight with Brace again. James gets pretty mad about this and he decides to provide you a proper lesson in manners.
Warnings: Smut, bun spanking, fingering, vaginal sex
Words: 2166
Authors: Cass & Rouge
".... so stop cursing on me!," you growled at servant.
Brace rolled his eyes. "How can I be calm! When you don't even try to obey my asks! Mr Delaney let you stay here as long as you'll be useful! And this is the third time you use all of our coffee supplies!"
You snorted at man and crossed arms over your chest. "We'll see. James! James!"
Maybe letting you stay in his house was a mistake. Sure, it was nice to have someone else to help around but your incessant fights with Brace were seriously tormenting his nerves on daily basis.
Everyone knew that Delaney was a man with short temper. As soon as he heard you calling his name, he threw papers on his desk and went downstair. "What the hell is this commotion?!," he roared loudly stepping into the room.
You looked at him with relief. "Ah! James, Brace forbidden me to use coffee, again. He hid everything from me! It's getting out of control," you explained politely.
Brace chuckled darkly. "Sir, she uses everything in too large portions. In the end, we're running out of our supplies."
James looked at both of you in disbelief, it was shocking to him because after all these years he was sure that nothing is going to surprise him anymore. Well, he was wrong.
"Are you really calling me here... Because of a FUCKING COFFEE?!," James shouted looking at you with a frown. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
Little smile that was on your lips quickly faded away. "I mean... Yes! Because you're the owner of the house and... And order Brace to give me coffee back!," you asked, rising voice a bit.
Brace rolled his eyes and spread his arms in disbelief, looking at James.
"DON'T you dare to rise your goddamn voice on me, woman! I have enough of your whining, you are working here, don’t forget about it. You aren't lady of the house," he said pointing at you. "Brace is above you, He says - you do. He decides - you follow. End of fucking topic!"
James rubbed his face trying to cool off a little bit before looking at you again. "Brace, keep working. You, with me," he muttered and turned around to return to his room.
You blinked. When he was screaming at you in that strong voice of his, you felt oh so small. You were shivering like an animal in a trap.
You looked at Brace when you were leaving the kitchen and was shocked when he smirked brightly at you. You stacked out your tongue at him and follow James.
"Where are you leading me? What? Now you're gonna be mad? I know, I know, I might be problematic sometimes but, no offence, your servant is rather unpleasant to me from beginning."
You were scared and he could feel it. It wasn't his intention to scare you but your behavior was driving him crazy even more than he already was. If that was even possible at that point.
You were a fine woman and he had to admit, he liked you a lot but you being moody was simply too much even for him.
Inside his room he ordered you to stand close to his armchair. "Now. I have simply enough of your behavior, woman. Time to do something with this," James muttered as he walked behind you. He grabbed your hands and tied them up tightly behind your back with some material he found on his desk.
You blinked few times, your heart rate increased. "James, what the hell are you doing?," you asked him. "What's that? James, what the fuck?," you asked again, looking at him above your shoulder.
He pet your hair. "Calm down, little rabbit or your heart will jump out of your ribcage."
James sat down in his chair and made himself comfortable. Suddenly he grabbed your waist and laid you across his laps. "What shall I do with you now, huh?," he asked as his hand rested on your ass giving it a gently squeeze.
You giggled nervously, turning head to face him a little. "What the hell, James!," you asked loudly, blushing hardly.
You were shocked by his actions. It was definitely not what you were expecting him to do. "James!," you squeaked as he squeezed your bun.
Suddenly a loud smack was placed on your left buttock, after that his hand massaged your butt. "I said something downstairs. Don't rise your voice on me, woman," after these words he smacked you again, a little harder this time. "Do you understand?"
You bit your lower lip, your cheeks were burning from the blush. You nodded quickly, trying your best to calm your breath. "Yes, James, I do understand."
"That's more like it. You see? You can be a good girl when you want," he smiled softy before smacking you once again. "But... You were a bad girl today. Annoying me. Just because of stupid coffee,” James sighed deeply and looked at you. "How many, how do you think?"
You tried your best to roll on your side to face him, it was hard to do and you quickly failed. "Yes, yes, I am bad girl by nature," you explained as you calmed your breath enough for blush to fade away from your face. "Can you put me down, it's uncomfortable."
James shook his head. "I think ten should be enough. Maybe this will teach you something,” he muttered and pulled your skirt up enough to revile your ass. "So, be a good girl for once and count." After these word you could again feel his hand getting into contact with your ass, harder than ever before.
By fourth smack you squeaked loudly. "Ough! This hurt! Put me down, Delaney! Who do you think you are! I am not a puppet on your strings!," you growled but clenched hands into fists.
You counted to ten, trying to stay as quiet and polite as you could.
James watched your laying across his laps, you looked mesmerizing. Completely helpless and on his mercy. He already could feel his pants getting tighter. "So? How was it, hmm?," he hummed as his hand traveled up your back.
You shivered, letting out anther nervous giggle. "Harsh," you replied. "Can you put me down now? I promise to be a good girl. But excuse me, your actions are an insult to me!"
"Nah, I am not sure. I like to have you like this," Delaney muttered and his hand moved into your hair. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
You were tensed, yet some nice excitement was building in your lower stomach. "I... Maybe I do. Or maybe I don't. Find out by yourself, Mr. Delaney," you dared him.
He nodded in agreement. "Let's see."
James’ hand immediately traveled to your panties and pulled them off. His hand sneaked between your legs, exploring the sensitive skin. "Well, nice and wet,” he stated shortly.
You bit your lip again, closing your eyes shut, humming at his touch. His rough palm was burning your inner thighs but you didn't care. You simply shook your butt a bit. "Feels nice," you agreed.
James pulled you up so now you were straddling his hips, his hand still between your legs. "You have no idea," he wasted no time, two of his colossal fingers slipped inside of you. James moved his fingers in and out, curling them inside your pussy. He kept observing your face.
You quickly lost balance and almost fell off of his lap. That felt oh so good!
You struggled with your hands tied behind your back but with the adrenaline fulfilling your veins, you managed to finally free your palms.
"Don't you dare to tie me, ever fucking again," you whispered, resting hands on his chest.
"Oh, I don't need to do that, sweetheart," he whispered before moving your arms behind your back and locking them there by wrapping his arm tightly around you. He was strong enough to keep you fully under his control. He added third finger and tried to reach even deeper, he leant over to kiss your neck and jawline before moving to your lips to kiss you deeply.
You were moaning deeply, licking your lips at his every action. But when he slipped another finger in your core, you cried his name as loud as you could. You tried to rock your hips for more friction but the position you were at prevented you from this. "C'mon!," you almost growled. "Stop being a fucking scum, Delaney! Lemme go!"
You were oh so desperate to touch him that you bit his lips when he kissed you.
He hummed, thinking "No. You forget your lesson too quickly, sweetheart. You are a brat and you rise your voice on me again," James sighed. "If you want something... You need to behave."
"God!," you snorted through clenched teeth.
You calmed yourself down a bit and leant more to him, kissing his bearded jawline. "Please, sir, let me go and I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you'll want me to," you offered.
He only pushed harder. "You know that things like this don't work on me. Show me you can be good and we will see," his thumb started to circle your clit roughly.
"It's really hard to do, sir, when you have my hands behind my back," you murmured into his ear and gently rocked your hips to him, deepening his fingers into your cunt. "You're too good to be true."
After a moment of thinking he removed his hands, letting you free. "Show me what you got, girl."
You leant fully to him, french kissing him. You quickly unbuttoned your flannel shirt you were wearing and slipped it off your shoulders, tossing it across the room. You pressed your chest to his, undoing his belt with shaking hands, still kissing him.
At first, James kissed you back but then he removed his hand and moved it to your lips. "Suck," he said shortly before helping you with his pants.
You looked at him, blushing again but you took his hand and at first, you licked his fingers, only to slip them in your mouth shortly after. You sucked on them, your eyes were still on him as you hummed, sending little vibrations to his palm.
"Such a good girl," James growled deeply, he pulled his fingers out before kissing you. He picked you up slightly to remove your skirt and his pants completely. James sat you back on his laps, his cock was already hard, standing proudly against his stomach.
You smiled at him, your brow raised as you spat on your palm before grabbing his cock. You pumped your hand up and down his already hard shaft. "I told you I can be a good girl, you just need to be nice," you whispered, kissing his jaw. Then you got off his lap to wrap your lips around his member.
He watched you. "No one said I will be nice," James growled at the feeling of your hands on him
You were sucking on his cock for a longer moment before getting back onto his lap. You straddled him, one of your hands wrapped around his neck while other one guided his cock straight into your hot, wet core. "Mmmm, yes...," you moaned, rolling your head back
"Such a good girl," he growled and bucked his hips hardly, wrapping his arms around your waist. "So warm and tight... And only mine."
It was such an amazing feeling, it was exactly what he needed. If he could be honest, he wanted to fuck you so hard. Almost torip you apart but he still tried to control himself as best as he could.
"So tell me now, James, who does it better to you, hmmm?," you teased him, rolling your eyes. "Me nor Zilpha?"
You kissed his jaw and lips, your hand was slipped into his short hair, tugging on them.
"You are too sure of yourself sweetheart. First finish, then be proud and ask questions," James muttered and kissed you back, moving his hands to grab your hips.
His pace become faster and harder, taking total control over your movements. He made sure to push as deep as he only could, his hand moved to your clit.
Soon, James’ moves started to be less rhythmical, you could tell he was getting closer.
You were holding onto his shoulders. "Yes, harder, I wanna feel your fucking cock, Delaney. Show me what you got in that pants of yours!," you grunted deeply, bouncing up and down his shaft.
James growled loudly and nuzzled to your shoulder while gently biting your soft skin.
Few more deep thrusts and James cum deep inside of you. He held you down tightly.
You cum too, your cums mixed together, you panted, rolling your head back.
"My good girl," James whispered, kissing your cheek and jawline.
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Loving The Devil - Chapter I
Chapter I - The Rustler
Summary: You're a thief. You do all kind of things to earn a living. One day you spot some contrast on the horizon, white horse and rider dressed in black. You have only one thing to do - you have to rustle man's horse...
Warnings: none
Words: 2423
Requests: @vegemania and everyone!
Authors: Cass & Rouge
The money is always needed. It's a tale as old as time. Nevermind how much you will be arguing with this, it's still truth.
Being a thief wasn't easy, you have defended numerous enemies and overcame many threats to gain some coins which could have bought you a bit of better life and provided you a shelter, even if it was for a night.
That day you were roaming through countryside, you had to leave London for few days since a lot of people were hunting you down.
James had some stuff to take care of in the countryside.
He was galloping his snowy-white horse trough dirty paths. The horse was a majestic creature and carried his rider with grace, no matter the smacks it received from time to time.
James held the reins in his gloved hands, keeping animal under his control while the other hand held a leather backsword. His fit rested in stirrups to make sure he won't fall out of the saddle.
James stoped the horse as soon as he got on the place.
Horse huffed and shook its head as James jumped off the animal's back, he tied it up nicely to make sure it won't go away. He put the backsword into the inside pocket of his coat and went inside a countryside house.
You spotted the man dressed all in black, riding a white horse, it wasn't something unusual to see people on horses yet this contrast was so visible that it got into your attention.
Nice horse, you thought to yourself. If you'd have sold a horse like this one, you'd earn a lot of money and could afford a place in nice shelter for over a month.
Though rider looked like some kind of outlaw, you decided to take an attempt and steal the horse.
Despite James' character, his horse was nothing like his over. It was a calm and quiet animal, completely faithful to its owner.
The horse stood calmly, resting after the intensive ride. The animal let out a loud and heavy huff before shooking its head, casually digging into the ground using its hoof.
You sneaked to the horse from its side, getting to animal from behind meant being kicked by one of its strong legs. You wanted to not risk with broken bones to get this horse.
You walked closer, slowly. You reached hand to its nostrils so horse could sniff your scent. "Easy, easy, I'm not going to hurt you."
The horse didn't like your touch and quickly tried to move its head away from your hand but when it didn't help it tired to bite your hand to show you it didn't appreciate the contact. It whinnied and started hitting the ground with its front hoofs.
"Hey, shhh, shhh, calm down, don't make a noise!," you hissed and poked horses nostrils. "Shhh. I'm going to take you with me, you're a nice horse, beautiful one, and I'm a nice girl who needs you by her side, get it?," you told him like you'd try to calm horse down. You grabbed its rains and untied them from railing.
Animal shook its head and let out a loud huff, it let you untie the rains. Horse only moved its ears as its tail moved as well.
You climbed on tiptoes to stroke horse's head. "That's it. Good horsy. Now, follow me," you whispered and tried to walked off but then you felt kind of resistance. You turned your head around and blinked, the horse stood still and didn't move even a tiny bit. "Oh, come on, seriously?," you rolled eyes and pulled the rains.
A horse only shook its body, saddle and bridle rang like little bells. The horse was so used to James presence that it didn't move unless James gave rains to someone else BY HIMSELF. In this case, it didn't happen so horse stood there motionless, looking at its 'kidnapper' with a judgmental look in eyes.
You walked to horse and pulled rains again. "Come on, I need a little of your cooperation, sweetie," you said firmly. It didn't make any impression at the stubborn animal so in the end you tried to push horse's side. "Come on, move your wide bun and come with me, I'll buy you some apples and carrots."
Horse huffed and move just slightly to the side to make you lose the support and fall on the ground. After this horse simply bend its head down to eat some grass.
"You little fucker," you said as you got up and dusted yourself off. "My new pants, all in dirt, thanks, buddy," you grunted deeply. Suddenly you came with 'brilliant' idea.
You went away for a second and came back with handful of hay from nearest hay stack. "Look, I have something for you, just follow me, come on," you moved hand a little closer to horse's mouth.
The horse didn't move an inch.
"You know," a deep voice said from behind you. "When you try to work with animals such as horses, patience is the key to everything. You need to gain animal's trust, insulting or trying to force it by using food or any kind of force won't help at all."
You stiffened, your muscles tensed, your heart was in your throat and blood turned into icy liquid in your veins.
You slowly turned your head to see an average-sized man, dressed all in black, wearing high hat and gloves. It was the horse rider and instinctively you knew you were in troubles.
"But it's really hard to do with a horse that already has the owner," man said and his hand tangled together in front of him as he held the leather backsword. "Now, I have a good question. What the fuck are you doing with my horse, girl?"
"I... Well... I... Was passing by and I saw the horse, I thought it might be hungry so I brought a bit of hay...," you lied quickly, knowing deep inside it sounded cliché.
James raised an eyebrow, looking at you. He left the farmhouse as soon as you got up from the ground, he decided to stay quiet and observe the whole situation till he confronted you now.
"Oh, really? Because I saw you," he pointed at you with his backsword and then pointed at his horse. "Calling my horse a "little fucker" when in fact this horse is bigger than you and I also saw you trying to lurk it away by using as plane thing as a handful of hay."
You felt like all the colour drained out of your face, you got pale and couldn't calm.your breath down. "It's not like that how you think, sir," you tried to rescue the situation, "I just... Wanted to pet the horse and... And...," you couldn't form proper words as man's cold glance was still on you. You took step backward.
"I can see my horse is untied when I tied it up before I left. You did that too? Just because you wanted to pet it?," he asked you simply.
You were about to cry in front of that man but calmed enough to keep straight face. "I tried to take it away, are you happy?," you reached to inner pocket of your coat and pulled a handy knife out, pointing it on him. "I need this horse more than you and you ain't gonna stop me."
James looked at you annoyed and quickly disarmed and overpowered you. He put his curved knife against your throat from behind.
You closed eyes shut waiting for an unavoidable end of your life. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Let me go!"
James moved his mouth right next to your ear. "Quick question. Do you know how to clean or cook?," he asked.
You opened one of your eyes and tried to look at the man. You grunted and gave him a slight nod. "I do," you replied quietly.
James removed his knife. "Get on the horse. Now," he ordered.
You grimaced on him in disbelief. First, he tried to cut your throat and now he was ordering you? "Just let me go and I will tell no one about what you've tried to do," you said, trying to make a firm tone.
James rolled his eyes and picked you up easily to sat you on his horse. "Get the fucking on I said, girl" he growled and soon sat in front of you. "And better hold on," man warned before horse started to move with a simple move of James' rains.
"And now you want to cooperate, you stubborn animal," hummed you under breath and tried to hold onto man's thick coat.
You reminded silent, the last thing you needed in that pathetic situation was man to get angry again. He was scaring you.
James' horse started to galloping again, carrying two people with ease. It ran the well known path. James was also quiet, he wasn't much of a talker, to begin eiith, but you pissed him off even more.
When you got to town, James didn't stop till you two reached a big mansion. He rode into a stable and jumped off his horse. "Down," James said and pulled you down, he grabbed you by the nape and started to guide you toward the door.
"And why is that show going on, huh? If you want to kill me, do this now and you'll have a free afternoon," you grunted and tried to get out of man's grasp but apparently he was to strong to be overcome.
James walked inside the house and looked around, completely ignoring you. "BRACE!," he yelled loudly.
You blinked as you heard him calling someone. "Oh, great, so you have a friend, how cute," you snapped and looked around, house looked so old and smelt just like that as well. Like antique.
An older man stood in door to other room, he was holding a knife and potato. "Yes, sir?"
"Shut up," James squeezed your nape and looked at the older man. "Remember how you always told me you would appreciate addictional pair of hands around here?"
Man nodded with frown on his wrinkled face. "I hope you don't mean that whore you just brought home, James," he said simply.
"Ey, watch your fucking mouth!," you tried to move in place but man who held your nape squeezed it hardly enough to send you on your knees.
"She has a pretty face but dirty mouth as well," older man added. "I don't need her, you can close her in the basement, I don't care. You and your fucking magnificent ideas, James."
"She isn't a whore. I cough her trying to steal my horse when I was taking care of some stuff," James said and forced you to stand straight. "Look at her, she is young. She will outlive you easily, Brace."
Man named Brace looked at other man with pity. "Like we wouldn't have enough problems, James," he said. "She's young and what this gives? Fucking nothing. She's only gonna to use our supplies which we lack already but if this is what you want then sure, I can take her under my wings."
Older man walked to you and cupped your chin in his hand. He watched you closely. "If she won't work, I'll kill her by myself."
"Just don't add her to the soup," James said and let go of your nape, then looked at you. "And you. Better behave, I am not joking nor is Brace," he warned you.
"Excuse me," you started, "I don't know you or your scary, bold friend and trust me, I'm not going to stay here. I want to go away," you said firmly and moved to nearest wall, pressing your back to it. "I did nothing. In the end I didn't steal your fucking horse so you don't have right to hostage me!"
Brace rolled his eyes as he crossed arms over his chest. "It starts already, as I can see. Do something with her, James, or I'll break that pretty face of her, I mean it," older man walked back to the room which apparently was kitchen.
"Listen to me now, you must be more stupid than you look like," James growled at you. "First, you tried to steal my horse to get some money for a living and when I try to make you useful for once in your life, you whimper like a cheap whore. Is everyhing alright in that little head of yours?," he frowned. "You have a chance to earn what you need without risinking your life."
You thought for awhile, thoughts floated in your mind. This man was right. You received the opportunity to get a roof over your head and to earn some coins without risking anything. You just had to be good, obedient girl. Some moment later you nodded at him and stepped closer, shyly.
"You see? She will be a good helper now," James muttered loudly and pet your head. "Maybe she will be useful in the future, too. Now, get to work, girl," he said.
"One moment," you dared to interrupt him. "Will I get a place? Or anything? I mean. I have nothing with me except my handy knife. And what should I be doing? And who are you? You didn't introduce yourself anytime before."
James looked at you. "Brace for sure will find you a place, and I bet he hides some old clothes that should fit you. He will also tell you what to do," man said. "And I am James Delaney."
When he introduced himself finally, your heart skipped a beat. He was well-known in the community, many people were afraid of him and his comrades. You, on the other hand, belonged to the group that were impressed with his confidence and will to fight against East India Company.
"I'm Y/N," you reached hand to him.
James nodded, ignoring your gesture. "Good, now. Get to work or you won't stay here for long. Brace, I will be out till tomorrow. Take care of her and don't be too harsh," he said before leaving.
You watched him leaving with consternation. As he closed door behind himself, you headed to the kitchen.
Old man looked at you from above the pile of potatoes and other vegetables. "What are you staring at? Take the knife and peel," he instructed.
You sighed deeply and followed the order.
It's gonna be a fucking boring work
, you thought to yourself.
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Scream And Shout || Alfie Solomons x Reader
Summary: When reader tries to pull Alfie out of bad habits, he gets pretty mad.
Warnings: Angry Alfie
Words: 1619
Request by: @peakyheckingblinders
Authors: Cass & Rouge
It could have been water in the glass but it wasn't. It wasn't and everyone knew it. Even at three in the afternoon that transparent liquid that was nothing else but vodka and that wasn't even the start of it. There was brandy in his morning orange juice, "just to give it a little kick". If Alfie was ever drinking coffee mid-morning there was whiskey in it too, cream liqueur if he could get it. By dinner time he was slumped in his chair, dribbling between the snores. It really was best to leave him that way, waking him meant him rambling on about the war, about how bad and "fucking shitty those bastards are", about how you were the best woman there in his life that ever was and ever will be.
His workers had already learned that Alfie Solomons wasn't an easy person to deal with; most of time he was moody, nasty, aggressive, impatient and no one could do anything about this.
That afternoon you had no other option then to step into his office, with few papers in your hands, looking at him sleeping onto his desk counter again.
Being the distiller was too much to handle for him sometimes apparently. You walked to his desk, placed documents on the counter and gently poked his shoulder. "Alfie?"
Alfie woke up pretty quickly, no matter what his mind was never all clouded by alcohol. Probably because of the years of "training" in this matter.
"What? What this fuckers fucked up this time?," Alfie muttered and improved himself in the chair to sit in it properly.
You sent him a brief, warm smile and pushed the papers to him on the counter, pointing at them. "You forgot to fill the agreements so I thought I'll remind you about them," you informed sweetly.
Alfie rolled his eyes highly annoyed, he gently rubbed bridge of his nose. Putting on his glasses, Alfie looked at the paper. "That's all nice and sweet, love, but I will do it may be tomorrow. I don't feel like doin' it now."
"But... It's important, our contractors have to get those agreements signed today...," You tried to explain, still smiling gently at him.
Yes, Alfie was a tough man to deal with, even though you were calling him your boyfriend, partner, lover.
Alfie looked at you with a soft frown. His hands were resting on his knees while one of them bounced.
He still wasn't used to you being around him, nagging, reminding him about stuff. It were just roughly three days since you two became an actual thing. He loved you in his own,weird way but so much attention toward him was starting to drive him crazy.
Alfie shook his head and signed the paper. "Fuckin’.... Here. Happy?"
You shifted in place, slowly raising your eyebrows and wrinkling your forehead. "Thank you, Alfie. You don't have to be rude," you told him taking papers in your hands, squeezing them tightly as if from them your life would depend.
He snorted shortly and pointed at you. "You’ve never ever seen me beein' really fuckin' rude before, woman. This is nothing. You done? Because I could use a drink."
"You drink too much, recently," you told him openly, you sounded worried.
Alfie got up from him seat and walked to one of the cupboards to grab a bottle. "Yea, and? It ain't your problem, really, love. Go look for something to do, okay?," He waved his hand at you and soon returned to his seat with bottle in hand.
Instead of doing what he said, you out papers down on his desk and walked to him, you pulled the bottle out of his hands. "Alfie, please," you asked him.
He smashed his fist against the table. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me!?Give me that fuckin' bottle back and it ain't a fuckin' joke, Y/N!," Alfie roared at you, without really controlling the loudness of his voice.
You blinked but hugged bottle to your front and stepped away from the man. "No," you replied.
"I won't be fuckin' playing with you, woman!," He growled and grabbed the bottle."And never fuckin’ ever do this again,” Alfie warned you. "Now, go and do your fuckin' work, Y/N."
As soon as you felt how your chin trembled, you turned around quickly and rushed out of the room. You grabbed your coat from the hanger, put it on and left the bakery.
On your way back home you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
Meantime Alfie rolled his eyes, women always were too emotional for his liking. "She will be fine," he muttered to himself before opening the bottle.
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The rest of the day went normally for Alfie. He sat in his office, dealt with some fuckers, drank. In the end, he dressed up and went home.
"Y/N! Imma home! Where are you?," Alfie asked as soon as he passed the threshold.
There was no response. No light was lit in the house, it was cold still, filled with darkness that peered out at Alfie from any corner.
"Y/N! What the hell is happening?," He muttered, turning on the lights and walking deeper into the house.
Mean time you were sitting on the wooden floor in your shared bedroom, leaning your back against wooden door that were locked from inside with the key you were hugging to your breasts. You couldn't calm down after his sudden outburst, and even though you loved him more than anything else on this world, you were shocked that he could have behaved so awfully towards you.
Alfie looked around the flat confused as hell, you never left the house alone. He checked every room for you until he got to the bedroom, the locked door didn't let him in. That was weird. "Y/N? Are you there, love?," Alfie asked, trying to push the door harder.
"Go away!," You said aloud, sniffing a little.
"Oh, so you are there. What's wrong?," He asked and again tried to push the door. "Why are you hiding there, little one?"
"Just go away!," You repeated weakly. "I don't want you to scream at me again! Go away! Go and spend another evening with your beloved bottle!"
"Come on, I came home to you. Ain't that a nice thing?,” He asked.
"No!" You pulled knees under your chin, a shiver ran along your spine as you did. You were trembling both in and out. You were being in despair. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, you got up slowly after awhile and unlocked the door to let him in.
Alfie watched you opening the door, he honestly started to feel bad when he saw you fully. You didn't look good, you looked scared. Such a look he always saw on his enemies' faces, he never wanted to see it on your rosy cheeks. It simply didn't suite you at all. "Love...," Alfie said, slowly stepping inside the bedroom.
"Don't come any closer, Alfie," you warned him by raising your hand and pointing your index finger straight ath im. "Don't you come any closer."
Then you walked to the window and sat at the wide windowsill, peeking at the street throughout the curtain.
"Love, please," Alfie said softly walking closer to you. His hands gently rested on your shoulders. "I am sorry.”
You shivered and squeaked a little at his touch and even though it was a good feeling, yet it made you dizzy.
Alfie moved his hands away. "Y/N, please. I ain't gonna hurt you, love. You are too important for me."
"And yet you didn't have any objections before screaming at me."
"I was just angry, you know me. My temper is short, really short," Alfie explained looking at your reflection in the glass. "I am really sorry, love."
"I only wanted to help you. I wanted you to realize that you drink too much and care too less," you whispered barely moving your lips.
"I know, love," he let out a sigh. "I am really sorry, you are right and I am just an old fool."
You tilted head on the sides lightly, looking up at him.
He looked at you sadly. "I am really sorry, love. I might be rough, harsh, dangerous, I don’t doubt it, but there are things I would never do. Hurting you is one of them," Alfie explained.
You sighed and nodded at his words, you slowly got up and grabbed his rough palm in yours.
"I didn't mean to scare or hurt you. I would never let this happen," he said softly watching you. "I ain't used to love, it's still a new thing for me."
"Love being a new thing to such an old and experienced man like you? That's funny," you managed to smile at him bluntly as you teased his palm with your nail.
"I am experienced in many things, love. Murder, crime... And many other bad things," Alfie shrugged and looked at you. "And you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Stop it or I'm going to believe it," you said as you nuzzled face to his chest.
"But it's fuckin' true," Alfie said before wrapping arms tightly around you. "I love you, Y/N. I would never hurt you."
"Prove it," you whispered and looked up at him.
Alfie smiled softly and pulled you into the kiss. It was slow and tender, your tongues danced together in a soft rhythm. After longer moment the pulled away, looking you in the eyes. "Is it a good proof, love?"
Blushing hardly you nodded your head. "It is. So, let's go to the kitchen. The supper still needs to be made."
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my star wars catherine tate show mash up ^_^
The Himalayan Boy And The TV Set
Watch here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b040y72t
Evil Morgana is so awesome!
Someone said I should draw Sherlock or Loki. I drew both of them, because, imagine the INCREDIBLE amount of sass in that room…
Also, I drew Loki’s helmet too long, so, I turned the error into a critter =]
Remember that one time, on my old text blog, where I said that Elementary was stupid, as was Lucy Liu playing Watson, and all these women got mad at me, and called be sexist?
I do…
It was the most hurtful, confusing, misguided hateful rampage I’ve ever experienced. Haha.
For the record, I’m definitely NOT sexist. I believe in equal rights, equal opportunity, and equal pay. I think both men and women are essential to any team, for both often provide two equally important different sides of thinking. I think women can be lovely, beautiful people, and, I feel they should be treated with respect and love. I think EVERYONE should be treated with respect and love.
That all being said, I was mad at CBS for jumping on the Sherlock Holmes train. I feel like BBC’s “Sherlock” helped renew and re-envision Sherlock Holmes for the modern times. It was the perfect balance of respectful homage and modern creative artistry. As a lover of literature, I take modern visual representations of books very seriously.
In my eyes, CBS saw something successful, they took it, and they tried to replace the gay jokes with heterosexual jokes and tension. That upset me. It has nothing to do with how I view women, nor how I view Lucy Liu.
I see now it’s unfair to bash Elementary too much, for, people have different tastes and likes. If I wasn’t so mad at CBS, maybe I’d be open to a woman Watson. But, in the beginning, the whole thing felt cheap and too soon, do you know what I mean? I thought, “Oh, geez, here comes all the hetero tension…”
The gay jokes/bromance was an interesting take on Sherlock’s and Watson’s friendship, and, instead of truly reinventing that relationship, it seemed like CBS cheaply traded it for something else.
I guess I was just being defensive and territorial. Sorry, Elementary fans! I hear the show is great, and, I’m so happy that you enjoy it! I hope you now understand where I’m coming from, and, hope you see now that I’m not actually sexist or a Lucy Liu hater.
One of my favorite tropes: I-hate-everyone-but-you
Marvel × Sherlock
Alignment chart
Enjoy this weird alignment chart!!!
Monica Rambeau + Thor Odinson + Bruce Banner + James Moriarty + Sherlock Holmes + John Watson + Mary Morstan + Bucky Barnes + Mrs. Hudson
Sherlock & Supernatural × alignment chart
Here have this weird alignment chart😂
My favorite trope:
Found Famiy
"So show me family (Hey!)
All the blood that I will bleed (Ho!)
I don't know where I belong (Hey!)
I don't know where I went wrong (Ho!)
But I can write a song"
"I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart"
*Mom wearing green capries*
When I was in high school my mom would wear these lime green cotton capries..... Lol ill never forget coming home to her and seeing her leaned over the couch with her legs pressed together standing..... At 5 foot 3 her ass really stretched the cotton on them capries ... 👀🍑
Doctor who
So the end of the 6th season ended on a bang. So Stephen Moffat wants us to believe that the doctor will quite down a little? I personally don`t see it. Also he left us thinking that we might know his name? I hope he doesn`t. I mean isn`t not knowing everything the fun of it all? I like the idea of an unknown source running around fighting to save the earth and other planets the good of it all. I`m also hoping the Stephen Moffat doesn`t end this show soon. Cause once all the cards is all on the table, you can change anything. I hope for all of the nerds, and the geeks sake (even me) that Stephen will make the right choice.
