#alfie solomons x reader smut

[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,”

[lis-likes-fics]

Spoiled Brat

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 4.2k words Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, spanking, slight breeding kink, slight degradation (blink and you’ll miss it), language... A/N: I don’t know why this took me as long as it did but it’s finally here. I don’t know when I became a slut for Alfie Solomons, but I did, so enjoy this smut fic of him. Thank you.

Alfie Solomons was working late again at the distillery, burning away the hours of the evening as they faded into the late hours of the night. Alfie Solomons was working on some random paperwork he had no interest in as he ran his hand through his beard and grumbled about something trivial under his breath. Alfie Solomons was working away at God-knows-what while you slightly overstayed your welcome—although she insisted you hadn’t, even if her husband didn’t seem to agree—at your dear friend’s home. You left promptly, despite her invitation to stay and aggravate her husband even more (just for the fun of it, really).

You scratched her tabby cat behind the ears as he purred, resting its cheek in your hand and shutting his eyes. With a quick farewell to your friend, you were off onto the darkened street of Camden Town. Your heels clicked along the damp cobblestone as you wrapped your coat around your body. The moon was hardly present, a smile in the sky that showed little light to guide your way. You didn’t need it, you’d walked down that road a million times.

You could make out a few shadows in the dark, watching eyes that considered you for a moment before quickly looking away at the realization of who it was you actually were. They’d like to keep their heads fixed on their shoulders.

When you reached the building you knew all, you were greeted by the stragglers who usually stayed late, people who would also be leaving sooner than your husband. You regarded them with a little smile, and they returned it gratuitously.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door when you arrived at Alfie’s office. You twisted the handle and turned it open, stepping right through and hanging your coat and hat on the rack by the door. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you, as you were the only one who would ever think to let yourself in so boldly without permission from the big bad Alfie Solomons who kept a gun in his drawer next to the whiskey.

“Hello, love,” you greeted him warmly.

He grunted his reply at first before finally speaking after a prolonged silence. “How are you, dove?” he muttered, his face still stuck in the paperwork on his desk .

When you didn’t respond, he finally looked up at you. You stood in front of the door, your head tilted as you looked over at him through your lashes. He took in the sight of you and leaned back in his chair, watching your lashes flutter and your smile widen with a certain mischief he was all too familiar with in you.

“Uh, oh,” he said, setting his pen down and sliding his papers to the side. “She wants something.” His lips curled underneath his mustache with a grin he’d tried to keep away in the face of your pleading eyes.

“Alfie.” Your voice was small and gentle, raised a half step as you swayed a little with your hands behind your back. Your smile was that kind of smile meant to charm unsuspecting prey before they met their demise. Alfie knew it all too well, and has fallen victim to your hypnotic antics far too many times for his rough exterior and notorious reputation to handle.

He sighed deeply, holding his arms out wide to suggest one of his constricting bear hugs. “Come ‘ere, luv,” he requested. You gladly obey, walking over to him and taking your sweet time about it. You were just going to stand in front of him, tuck yourself between his legs and look down at him as he held your waist, but as soon as you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you down onto his lap and practically cradled you.

“Right, what is it?” he asked once you were situated, watching you with plenty of interest as his hand stroked along your back. You threw your arms around his neck, giving him your best puppy dog eyes—a look you and Cyril shared and only used for no good.

Then you bit your lip, and Alfie knew you meant only trouble.

“I’ve been thinking about things,” you began, trailing one hand to his chest and tapping your fingers there. He watched you like some sailor caught under a siren’s spell.

“What kinds of things?” he asked, humming deep in his chest. The sound buzzed underneath your hand, and he gave a little grin as he suggested, “Naughty?”

You chuckled lightly, “No.”

He huffed, his smile falling. “Right, then,” he said. “I dunno if I want to hear it now.”

You stifled your chuckle, granting him a large smile and using the full force of your pleading eyes. “Please?” you whispered, leaning in closer so your faces were hardly inches apart.

You were vividly aware of his finger tapping against your thigh as he held you in his lap. He gave in to your pleading with a sigh full of feigned exasperation. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “Put them eyes away.”

You pressed your lips to his temple, buttering him up as you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed. Alfie sighed, too. He knew every single one of your methods, and he still fell for them every single time.

"I know we already have Cyril," you began slowly, "and I love him to death, but I was just wondering… What if we…?"

"You want another dog, is it? Done." He looked at you, flashing a smile that had you rolling your eyes. He just shrugged. "See? Wasn't that 'ard."

You raised a brow at him, "I want a cat."

He stared at you for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to think over that. "Alright, forgive my language, luv, yeah, but that's a right fuckin' awful idea."

You looked back at him, your pout returning with a vengeance as you pushed your lip out, your brow crinkling. "Why?" you whined.

"We don't need no pussy cat," he shook his head, his hand patting against your ass as he smirked at you. "I'm fine with the one I've got."

"Alfie," you softly reprimand, the seriosity falling short with your giggle at his slightly crude joke.

He continued to refuse, much to your dismay. "It'll scratch everything up, break shit. Plus, they fuckin' smell like shit and they're jus' fuckin' mean."

You rolled your eyes, "No, they're not! I have a friend who has a cat, and he's brilliant!"

He lolled his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you've already been brainwashed, eh?"

You jutted your bottom lip out once more. "Alfie, please?" you begged.

Again, he shook his head, his word final as he pressed his finger against your bottom lip to push it back into place. "You can suck that lip back in, luv, 'cause it's still a no."

"I can take care of it," you pushed.

"I'll have Cyril take care of it."

"Alfie!" you scolded.

He shrugged remorselessly. "Yeah, no."

You pulled a desperate card that you knew had a very low chance at success.

"Don't you love me at all?"

Not only did it not work as Alfie fell completely silent, looking back at you with a face lacking any playfulness, but now you were sure you had gotten yourself in trouble. You hid your inhibitions.

"Right," he started out slowly, lifting a finger to point at you. "This is what we are not gonna do, yeah? We are not going to do that little manipulation thing you do, eh, like you're a pretty little pup who never gets what she wants." He popped the 'P' of pup, staring you down with an intensity that nearly had you shaking.

"You know what we're gonna do?" he asked. "We're gonna behave like a good little girl," he got in your face for the last few words, "and agree that we ain't gettin' no cat."

You slump, "But…"

He shakes his head, "No buts."

You huffed, removing your hands from around his neck as you moved to stand. As soon as you were lifting off of his lap, he pulled you down again by your waist and made you face him. It was the very last card you had as you forced a tear to slip down your cheek, staring at him with the biggest eyes you could manage and allowing your frown to deepen.

The way he stared at you was almost frightening. It was incredulous, almost frustrated as he watched you exaggerate your sorrow for being told a very simple 'no'.

"Right," he began, "I want that pout and that fake little tear off your little scrunched up face right now, or I'll wipe it off myself."

A tear fell down your other cheek, and you had to turn away to hide it from him. He grabbed your face by your cheeks, squishing them together to bring your attention back to him.

"You have to the count of three, luv," he warned, displaying his hand as he readied it to begin his slow countdown. "One."

Your expression did not shift, your pout remained and your two crocodile tears dropped from your chin.

"Right, then."

He did not finish his countdown. He grabbed you roughly, manhandling you onto his lap so that you were laying across his huge thighs. You yelped in surprise as you were folded over, your bottom on display for him.

He began lifting up your dress, adjusting everything to give him a clear view of your white, silk undergarments. Then he tore those off of you so he could see your precious ass.

"Since you want to behave like some spoiled brat," he said, "we're going to treat you like one."

He gave you no warning at all before his hand was coming down rather harshly on your ass. It burned, a bright pain blossoming over your skin and staining it with a deep shade that Alfie marveled at. A surprised cry slipped out of you. He grunted.

"There we go. Let's give you something to cry about, sweetheart."

And he did. Smack after smack, he painted your skin the darkest shades of red as the pain bloomed along your ass and thighs. You bit your lip and, until he reprimanded you for it, tried to muffle your cries.

There was a sick kind of pleasure you were getting out of this, the both of you. Being bent over his lap like this, scolded for not being "a good little girl", It was a type of pain that was twisting in your gut and leaking out of your cunt.

By the time the punishment came to an end, your face was streaming with real tears as he wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted you to see your face again. "Look at me," he directed. "Have you learned your lesson yet, luv?"

You nodded quickly, propping yourself up as best you could so you could obey his simple command. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, sir."

He examined your face, flushed and stained with tears. "Nah," he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you have." He dipped his hand between your thighs. He wasn't even touching your pussy, but he could feel the wetness spreading along the inside of your legs, warm and soaking.

You closed your eyes, suppressing a moan as you nodded your head again to convince him. "Please."

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, a wicked grin spreading over his face as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, see?" he whispered. "Still askin' for things."

You would have scoffed or called him out for tricking you if you were so fucking frustrated right now, in need of his thick fingers to finally stop teasing your sensitive thighs and bury themselves in your waiting cunt. "I'm sorry, Alfie."

His thumb swiped over your cheek as he nodded. "I know you are, luv, but I'm not through with you yet."

Before you had time to respond to his words, he leaned forward and swiped everything off his desks. Papers flew in the air, pens shot across the room, plastic and metal miscellaneous scattered over the freshly swept floors scratched up from previous beatings and scuffings of shoes.

He tucked his arm under your body and picked you up easily, his biceps flexing and bugling out of the rolled up sleeve of his white shirt. He dropped you onto the cold wood with less sympathy than if he were not as angry with you. The coolness of the desks seeped through your dress and threatened to bring your nipples to a harder peak as you grasp at the edge of it, chest heaving with the anticipation of what he’d do. There was a stretch of silence where you heard nothing but felt the security of your dress lessen.

Alfie took a hold of your waist, clutched your sides with a tightening and loosening grip, as if he was testing out your stability, your strength. He came to a determination, choosing to flip you over onto your back with a rough shove. You moaned lightly when the table dug into across your shoulder blades and he tutted.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for Alfie to make his next move as he stood over you, thinking, calculating. He nodded a little, quiet and staring. When he finally moved, his hands came up to clutch around your dress as he slipped it off your body and discarded it on the floor like trash. At least he hadn’t torn it, he liked doing that.

Layer by layer, he yanked your clothes away until you were so completely bare before him. He admired you for a moment, just staring, thinking. “Right,” he mumbled under his breath, just another grumble of a word spoken into the air. He bent down, taking your face in his strong hand and clutching, your lips scrunching into a pout. “Since you want a pussy cat so bad,” he said, his eye contact searing, “why don’t I just pay some attention to yours? That should cancel out, eh?”

He didn’t leave time for you to respond before he was finally pressing his lips to your bare chest. Your back arched into him and a stifled moan wormed its way from your throat. His kisses traveled sparingly down to your soaked cunt. He hummed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest. A surprised yelp cut through the air when his hand came down on your folds, a loud smack accompanying the quick movement as your body jolted.

“Alfie,” you breathed.

He looked at you quickly, “Right, did I say you could fuckin’ speak, girl?” You shook your head, laying your head back on the desk a moment before meeting his gaze again. “That’s what I thought. Do yourself a favor and shut your mouth unless you’ve a pretty little moan for me. Alright?” You nodded quickly and he nodded back.

He gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh and spreading it wide. He blew some against your folds, testing your sensitivity and smiling to himself when your legs twitched. He leaned forward and pushed your chest back down when your back arched at his warm lips wrapping around your cunt. His hot tongue laved over your folds, licking up the arousal that coated your flesh and working his tongue into your hole.

You bit your lip as you moaned, eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open. He worked you up and kept you there, making you climb higher and higher as he brought you to the cusp of pleasure. Your little mewls and moans were music to him, and you sang the most beautiful songs to him as he grunted into you. You made a mess of him with nothing but your slick arousal, riding his face as best he could when his strong arms held you down so easily.

And when you came, you did so with the broken moan of his name, gasping and clenching and arching your back off the table. But he didn't stop, even as you tangled your hands in his hair, he didn't stop. His insistent tongue continued to lick and his talented lips continued to suck.

You were reduced to a mess of tears and slick and rambling cries. You were so sensitive, the overstimulation was too much to handle as he tortured you.

He pulled back finally, granting you mercy as he watched you, face drenched, beard sticky with your cum. His kiss-swollen lips smiled as he loomed over you. "Oh, look at that," he marveled. "Now those are some fuckin' tears, right. Some big fuckin' tears."

You panted as you tried to catch your breath, ignoring the tears that tickled down the side of your face. "I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise, I'll be good."

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, you could taste yourself off him. "I'm sure you will, luv. I'm sure you will," he said. "But I am gonna give you some more, alright? Jus' in case." You whimpered pathetically, watching him descend your body one more to press his tongue against your oversensitive clit.

And you cried and moaned and promised you loved him until he finally let up and granted you pity. He kissed up your body again until he reached your lips. "There, there, sweetie," he cooed, moving hair from your face with a smile. "Alright, look at me. Beautiful, luv."

He kissed your cheek and dipped down to your ear, his voice deep and quiet and rumbling in his chest. "Now," he spoke, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm gonna fuck ya, and I want to hear your pretty little moans. How about that? Can you do that?"

You nodded quickly, anything to please him. "Yes, sir," you gasped. "Yes."

"Good," he smiled, straightening his spine again as he pulled himself out of his pants, hard and thick and red. "Right, spread your legs for me."

He set his hand on your thigh, squeezing and pushing it aside to open you up. Still breathless, you yelped as he pulled you a little closer to the edge. He licked his lips, lightly smacking his hand against the wet juncture between your thighs.

When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock, thick and throbbing, filled you inch by beautiful inch. "Alfie!" you moaned, reaching up to grasp his shoulders roughly.

When he was fully seated within you, he lingered there for a moment as he let out a heavy sigh. "Beautiful. So tight, luv," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as a slight ramble fell from his lips. "That's a good girl."

After making you wait too long, he began to move again. His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh.

His grip on your waist tightened as he eased himself in and out of you. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not forgiving, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat, and your hands shot up to wrap around his neck to hold him closer.

He pulled your arms away from him, and you whimpered pathetically when his cock slipped out of you. He grabbed you harshly, flipping you over the desk to lay on your stomach as he thrust back into you again. The new angle had completely different sensations rushing through you, and you welcomed them with desperate moans.

Alfie nudged your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he continued to fuck you, building in speed as his rough thrusts filled you with him. The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the office. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion.

The arousal was leaking down your legs, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet. Your mouth fell open and you let out breathless cries accompanied with their own pleasure tears.

He bent down over your back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered into your ear at the sound of your whimpers. “Oh, is it too much for you, eh? You can’t take it?” he mocked. You responded with another pathetic moan. “That’s jus’ too bad, innit? You’re gonna have to, treacle.”

He seemed to go rougher after that, holding you close as he fucked into you from behind. You couldn’t control the obscene sounds falling from your lips. It was a mixture of “Alfie, Alfie, Alfie!” and open-mouthed moans that tore from your throat with the rhythm of the snap of his hips.

You were getting so close, driven to insanity by the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was going to reach his peak too, with the way his moans become just a little bit louder, his thrusts become just a little bit more erratic.

“Alfie,” you gasped. “Alfie, please. Gonna cum!”

He sniffed, a little preoccupied but completely engrossed in your pleasure. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, luv? You gonna let me cum inside of ya and fill you up with our baby?” he whispered into your ear. A higher pitched moan squeezed out of you then, and he feels you clamp down around him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Like the idea of being bred by me, eh?”

You spoke between gasping breaths and a quivering smile. “I’m surprised,” a breath, “you haven’t done it already–Ah!” He interrupted you with yet another rough thrust. “Husband, I’m gonna cum.”

He reached around you, his fingers finding your pussy and shifting until he reached your clit. With an expert hand, he rubbed your clit and had you seeing stars. “Smart mouth,” he commented, shaking his head with a soft tut. A knot built in your gut until you couldn’t hold it anymore as your silent moans caught in your throat. “Go on, luv. Cum for me.”

As your orgasm came crashing down on you, it was loud and hard and you felt like you might have blacked out for a couple seconds as your body was overcome with this beautiful intoxication. You screamed his name, gripping the edge of the desk and burying your face in your arms.

Alfie groaned as you clenched around his cock, squeezing harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back anymore as well. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to him as he seated himself as deep as he could, coming deep within your hot pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned deeply in your ear, his voice a consuming rasp that prolongs your own mind-numbing release.

By the time you were both coming down, your body was limp against the now warm wood of the desk as you laid there, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your muscles. Alfie let out a deep breath and pulled out of you, looking down as the mixture of cum slipped down your thigh from your sopping cunt. He groaned deeply in his throat before finally wrapping his arm around you once more to ease you up.

He sat heavily in his chair, sighing loudly as he pulled you into his lap to rest against his chest. You nuzzled your face in his neck, wrapping your loose arms around him as you caught back up to reality. You both sat in silence as he rubbed gentle circles into your back, whispering soft praises and shushing you gently.

After a beat of silence, he sighed and pursed his lips as he thought to himself. Then he gave in.

“You can get a cat,” he relented. You pulled away from the comfort of his neck, your arms still wrapped around him as your face lit up with elation. He was quick to add his condition, “But if it doesn’t behave, I’ll have Cyril eat it, yeah?”

You gave him a bright smile, one of those looks that reminded him why you were his wife. “Thank you! I love you, Alfie!” you exclaimed, holding him again as you pepper his face in excited kisses.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Alfie Solomons, one of the most dangerous men in London, proudly allowed his wife to cover him in kisses. Alfie Solomons, a Jewish gang leader, preened under the attention of his lover as he held her close to him, cradling her with all the affection in his heart. Alfie Solomons, a man from Camden Town, smiled like a lovesick fool as he and his wife shared one of those “I’d give you the world” kisses before they would depart to finally go home in the late hours of the night to make love again before retiring to bed and beginning another day of business and pleasure.

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[thepaperpanda]

Late Evening || Alfie Solomons x Reader Smut

Summary: You visit Alfie at his office and things get pretty steamy.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1297

Request: @ihavealwayslovedcass

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: Hope your girlfriend will enjoy it! 💖🐼

It was late evening and Alfie was still stacked in his office, busy with his own businesses. He didn't expect any visitors, it was until you knocked on the door oto his office.

You stepped in without waiting at reply, you looked around and let out a sigh. "Good evening, sir."

He looked at you briefly from over some papers. "You start with this "sir" shit again? I think we talked about this already, Y/N," Alfie muttered and returned to looking at the paper in his hand.

You scoffed loudly, taking a seat at chair in front of his desk. "I try to be polite. Later I hear I have no manners," you summed up, crossing legs.

"You never had any manners, being polite now and calling me sir won't fix it, darling," he summed up without looking at you. Even when you both were in a relationship for quite a long time now, he still was harsh sometimes.

"I thought I told you to not come here? Is it so hard to understand that you have to sit home and wait at me?," Alfie asked and then looked at you.

"Yes. I got bored. I roamed through city and decided to visit you and check if my man is fine," you stated angrily. Why he was always so tough to deal with? You still loved that block, no matter how huge arsehole he might have been toward you.

Alfie put the paper away and leaned back in his chair, observing you carefully. He noticed that you had your new dress on, so for sure you weren't here just because you were bored. "You put on new dress," Alfie pointed softly and pat his lap. "Come here, darling."

You shifted in your chair, you rubbed your thighs together as his voice already made your core twitched.You got up but instead joining him, you walked to the window and peeked outside, at the dirty street. "You sit here for hours, all alone. Or maybe shall I start be worried that you meet someone here during all that long evenings, when our bed is lacking your warm?"

Alfie rolled his eyes and got up, he knew you were teasing him. He walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. "Are you seriously accusing me of a fucking affair?," Alfie growled against your ear. Suddenly, a hard slap landed on your ass. "You are a bad girl right now."

You bit your lip and slipped out of his grasp with quick movement. "Look at you," you stated, "You're such a handsome man. You think I am deaf? I heard not once and not twice how girls were gossiping about you in bar," you walked to his desk with swing in your hips and bend over it.

Alfie growled annoyed. "Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care about some bloody whores talking in the bar."

He muttered and walked to the door and locked them. "They talk about everything," Alfie summed up and moved to you, he grabbed you and sat you on his desk properly, standing between your legs. "I hate how fucking long that thing is," his hands grabbed the skirt of your dress to lift it up.

"You didn't deserve it," you said grabbing his hand and pushing it off your legs. "You were an arsehole, leaving me alone in house for hours!"

Alfie grabbed your wrists tightly and pinned them to the desk. "Listen to me now!," he growled at you. "I risk my skin every bloody day so you will have every fucking dress you want, so you can go to your fucking friends and brag about your new shoes or this fucking makeup. So don't you fucking dare to tell me what I deserved and what I didn't because when you sit in home pampered, I risk my life making businesses."

Your legs wrapped around his hips, you pulled him closer to you and kissed his bearded jaw. "That's why I love my fierce block that much," you whispered right into his ear.

"And your behavior is highly annoying, you are like a spoiled brat. I think I need to stop buying you so many things. What time it is?," Alfie asked and looked at his pocket watch. "Fuck this," he said before pushing your skirt up to give him access to your soaked pussy. "I can tell you are wet for me, woman," Alfie smiled and unbuttoned his pants before slipping your panties aside."Sadly, I don't have much time for you sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear before pushing harshly into you.

You rolled head back parting your lips as you weren't slick enough to take him fully. "Oh God," your arms wrapped around his waist and legs tighter around his hips. "Fuck, just like that, Alfie," you prized him, nodding.

"Don't prize me like I don't know what I am doing," he said and thrusted hard into you. He kept his harsh pace, one of his hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it lightly. "You can be a really good girl but sometimes I have to remind you about your bloody place."

You looked at him with wry smile, your hand moved to his arse to squeeze it when he slipped his entire length into you. "I like to be your bad girl, and you like it too," a giggle left your lips.

After moment you pushed him strongly back, so his cock slipped out of you. You got off desk and turned around, sticking your bun to him.

He grabbed your hips and pushed back into you, fucking your roughly again. "Wonder who told you that. You risk losing a lot of stuff by pissing me off, girl," Alfie growled into your ear and used his body to pin you down to the desk. "You are always so fucking tight,” he muttered pushing even harder in you, his arm wrapped around your abdomen and his hand traveled to your clit.

 You moaned his name, closing eyes aa first waves of unbearable pleasure started to hit the right spot. Your breasts pinned down to counter of his desk hurt but you didn't mind it as long as he was doing all those things to you. "Only for you, once and for all...," moan escaped your parted lips as you tried to meet his thrusts.

"I hope that only for me. I wouldn't appreciate my woman fucking whoever she wants,” Alfie muttered more to himself but loudly enough for you to hear. Soon, his thrust became more sloppy. "Come on, little one. Come for your man," he purred into your ear.

You slipped hand between your thighs, giving yourself messy rubs, also trying to tease his length every time he was moving backward. Soon, your inner walls started to clench around his cock, slick juices streamed down your thighs as you cum hardly around him, his name was the only thing you were moaning about.

"Fuck," Alfie growled loudly pushing his cock deep inside of you and filling you up with his seed."Such a good girl," man muttered and kissed your nape and then your neck. "But now you will have to go," Alfie informed you quietly before moving away from you.

You tugged hems of your skirt down, trying to improve your clothes as much as you could. With rosy cheeks burning of blush, you looked at him. "Are you expecting someone?"

He nodded, improving himself and his pants. "One of those fucking Shelby’s have to come and talk with me. I don't want any of them to even look at you."

You gave him a nod and kissed him briefly before leaving. “Don't overwork yourself," you asked before you had closed the door.

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To Put In Place

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Requested by: anon ‘hi my lovely, hope you’re doing good. can i request alfie smut, maybe where he’s jealous or angry and it’s rly rough and heated? bit of degrading kink that sort of thing. don’t feel any pressure to do it though, look after yourself xxx’

Warnings: rough sex, possessive!alfie, some degradation (use of words like whore/slut), some spanking, face fucking, crying during sex

Gif creds to owner

“Not a word out of your mouth, madam. Get your arse up them stairs and get on that bed,”

You frowned at your burly husband, before rolling your eyes hanging your coat up and making to walk into the kitchen, but Alfie grabbed your wrist, his hand squeezing just firm enough to make you squirm. “Alf-”

“I said,” Alfie growled, towering over you, the brim of his hat casting a dark shadow over his eyes. “Get up them fuckin’ stairs,”

**

As Alfie lumbered into the bedroom, he gave a low grunt of approval: you were sat on the edge of the bed, ankles crossed demurely with your hands in your lap, eyes cast to the ground. The perfect picture of innocence and obedience…

Yeah, right.

“You, right, young lady, need putting in your place I think- ah, I’ve had enough of your lip today, thank you,” he said, holding his finger to your lips, smirking as you moved to wrap them around the digit, sucking gently. He laughed darkly at you, before grasping the front of your dress, rumpling the material as he tugged you to your feet. “I think I’ll put your mouth to better use… on your knees,”

Like a pebble thrown into a pond, you sunk to the floor, sitting back on your heels, wide eyes cast up to him. He arched his brow expectantly, before smirking as your jaw dropped open, your tongue lolling out. As he undid his belt and trousers, releasing his erect cock, he smirked at you. “Look at you… mouth wide open and tongue out ready… see, pet, you can behave, can’t you? I’ve got you well trained, yeah? My own little cockslut… just needs…” he slapped the bulbous head of his cock against your eager tongue, smirking as you whimpered, wriggling on the spot. “Reminding of your place, don’t you?” You nodded slowly, eyelashes already fluttering at the musky taste of his pre cum. “Don’t be shy now, love,” he gestured, letting you slide your lips around his thick cock, his fingers threading through your hair, messing up the neat style he had watched you spend ages on that morning, before guiding your head closer to him. “You tap my leg if s’too much for your pretty throat,” he reminded you, and you nodded minutely, before relaxing your throat around him as much as you could.

When Alfie fucked your face, he was relentless, his fingers scraping against your scalp as he kept your head in place. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of his deep grunts, his balls slapping against your chin, and the unmistakable sound of your throat being fucked, slobber leaking down your chin onto the front of your dress. Alfie watched the erotic sight before him with his nose scrunched and his teeth bared in a pleasured snarl as he felt the sensual rippling of your tight throat. Suddenly, he pulled out of your mouth, the force making you topple forward slightly as you spluttered, moving to wipe the mixture of spit and tears out of your face while Alfie hauled you once more to your feet.

“There she is…” Alfie said, admiring your messy face. “I was gonna finish in that pretty mouth of yours darlin’… but I really do think you ought to be fucked til you can’t walk, yeah? S’what you deserve after all that cheek you was giving me, eh? All them flirty looks at the Brummies…”

“Alf- I’m s-sorry for being bad,” you whined, looking up at him pleadingly. “Pl-please-”

Alfie grasped your shoulders firmly, forcing your tear-streaked face to look up at him. “D’you need to stop, love? Too much?” He asked- normally you only really cried after a hard spanking with his belt.

“N-no- Alfie, please,” you moaned, swiping frustratedly at your tears. “Need you- need you to- to…”

“Put you in your place, yeah?” He prompted and you nodded. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Look at you, crying for my cock,” he murmured. “On the bed. On your hands and knees,”

You scrambled to comply, your sass from earlier completely disintegrating as you wriggled out of your clothes, leaving only your stockings on in your haste to undress. Alfie hummed with appreciation as you arched your back, presenting your soaked pussy to him. Absently, he stroked a thick finger through your folds, the other hand rubbing circles on the globe your arse. From the tremble in your thighs and the dull throb of your cunt, he could tell you were trying your hardest not to move. You really must’ve been desperate for him, as normally you were a squirming mess.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “See, love, you can be good,” he smirked lining his aching cock up with your dripping hole. He tapped it there a few times, the thick head prodding teasingly at you entrance, making you whimper, before Alfie sheathed himself fully, bottoming out with a hiss as your back arched and you yelped out his name. Leaning over you, he grasped a fistful of your hair and tugged your head back, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin below your ear. “You need me to fuck your tight little cunt, don’t you? Remind you who you really belong to, yeah?” He growled, scraping his teeth against your neck, smirking as you whimpered. “And who do you belong to, pet? Whose cunt is this?” He asked darkly, reaching his hand down, trailing his fingers over your entrance, right where your bodies joined.

“S’yours, Alfie, all yours, I’m-I’m yours, only yours!” You babbled, tears streaming down your face. “I’m yours, Alfie, please!”

Your desperate pleas were music to his ears. He straightened up, gaining a good grip on your hips before pulling out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your cunt fluttering around the very tip of his cock. “Too fucking right, you’re mine,” Alfie grunted, before pistoning back into you. His hips slammed repeatedly against yours as he fucked you, his fingers pressing bruises into your hips. Moans of his name morphed into curses before dissolving into an incoherent babble, your eyes rolling back into your head, mouth hanging open as Alfie ruined you.

And you loved every second.

The two of you were teetering on the edge of release, tightly coiled springs threatening to burst, and when Alfie stroked your clit in a well practiced motion, you shattered, your entire body quaking with the force of your orgasm. Alfie grunted, spurred on by the quaking of your inner walls, his jaw slackening as he filled you with his seed.

Shuddering, you fell forward, your head resting on your elbows as Alfie pulled out. As he eased you onto your side, you snuggled close to his chest, pressing a clumsy kiss against his heart, the hairs on his chest tickling your face. “M’yours,” you mumbled, voice slurred. Alfie laughed lowly, rubbing your back as he caught his breath, kissing the top of your head.

“I know you are, pet,” he murmured. “You ‘ave a little sleep for me, love. You’ve worked hard tonight.”

“Will you stay?”

“Where else would I go, darlin’? My place is right here with you,”

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Warm Welcome

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Requested by: @epaige0914

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

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

Gif creds to owner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Smut-tember day 8- Switching Roles with Alfie Solomons

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Warnings: smut; role reversal, Dom/sub dynamic, praise, Dom!reader (at least, reader is trying to Dom alfie, who is playing along bc it’s cute and hot) slight ‘sir’ kink

I’m shite at Dom!reader so hope this is ok lolz

Gif creds to owner

“So you wanna be in charge, is that right?” Alfie smirked, rubbing his beard as you watched you squirm in your seat, playing with your dinner rather than actually eating it.

“Just for tonight,” you murmured, already feeling your face flame with bashfulness.

“Just for tonight, eh?” Alfie grinned, delighting in your shyness. “I’ll think about it. Now eat your stew, yeah?”

***

Moaning softly, you scrabbled at Alfie’s hair, nails scratching his scalp slightly as his lips pressed hungrily to yours. “Alf- Sir…” you whined, trying to push yourself up, already feeling his hardness against your tummy.

“Not ‘sir’ tonight, love,” he replied, pulling away from you just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re in charge tonight, Princess. Think you can manage that for me?”

“Y-yes, S-Alfie,” you squeaked.

“Go on then, love. I’m at your mercy,” he grinned.

“How do I do it?” You murmured after a while, a little unsure with your movements.

“I’ll tell you what. You can be in charge of when I come, okay, love?” He suggested, and you nodded. You had been subjected to Alfie holding off your orgasm many a time, so you knew the drill. “Think you can manage that?”

You nodded quickly, before clearing your throat. “Yeah. Now… get on the bed, Alfie. And take off your clothes, but leave your underwear on,”

Alfie smiled fondly and nodded, doing as he was told for you, wanting to build up your confidence. When he was sat on the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs, staring down at him. Usually the only time you got to look down at him was when you were riding him….

“Good. Now, if you want to stop, you say ‘red’, yeah? And ‘yellow’ if it’s getting a bit much. And ‘green’ when you wanna get going,” you instructed, reminding Alfie of the colour-coded safeword system that he had begun anyway.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, nodding encouragingly.

“And what colour are you now, Alfie?” You asked, stroking his cheek tentatively.

“Oh, I’m very much green, love,” you arched your eyebrow. “I mean ma’am,” he quickly corrected, although his lip twitched in a slight smile.

“Watch yourself,” you said sternly. “Now, lie back,” you said as you began to undress, down to your posh silky slip that he had bought for you a few weeks ago, a little more daring than your other ones. Alfie looked you up and down, dying to grope at your hips, your ass, your tits, but he wanted to let you have your moment. You smirked, eyeing up his bulge, cupping your hand over it, bending over just enough to show off your cleavage. “This for me?” You breathed, squeezing him gently through his boxers.

“Oh, yeah. All for you. You’ve no idea how much you turn me on,”

“Oh, I’m getting a pretty good idea. Bet if I just left you here like this you’d come in your underwear like a randy teenager,” you smirked, palming him firmly now. Alfie swallowed a little groan, watching your hand rasp over the straining fabric. “Here. I’ll save you the embarrassment of messing up your boxers…” you murmured, slipping his boxers down, tugging them off his legs and tossing them aside. “There,” you said. “Much better, yeah? Look how hard your cock is, Alf… and you’re leaking already, all for me,” you cooed, pride flaring in your chest as his cock twitched heavily against his belly. “I’m gonna ride you, Alfie, and you’re not gonna come until after I do; you aren’t gonna come until I say so,”

“Anything you say,” he said, gazing up at you as you straddled him, and he was unable to bite back his groan as you seated yourself on his cock, your eyes fluttering slightly. As you rocked your hips, you slid up and down on Alfie’s thick length, arching your back as his shaft massaged your innermost pleasure points.

“S-so good f’me, Alf,” you moaned, your head tipping back as you rode him. “Make me feel so good…”

As you took your pleasure on his cock, Alfie could see that you were slipping into your more submissive mindset, sounds tumbling from your lips in a jumble of praise and curses and moans and whimpers. He grunted, grasping your buttocks, suddenly flipping you onto your back, his broad chest looming over you as you gasped in surprise, eyes completely darkened.

“What’re you doing?” You demanded, trying to sound stern, but the words came as a whine.

“You’ve done so well for me tonight, pet. So good for your first try,” he cooed, thrusting his hips the way he knew you liked, grunting as you pushed your breasts up towards him. “But let me take over for you now, darlin’, let me show you how it’s done,”

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Alfie Solomons Smut Alphabet

Requested by: no one :)

Warnings: smut, oral sex, reference to praise, overstimulation, spanking, semi public sex,

Gif creds to owner

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare LEGEND

Will bathe you, feed you, and havd you drink your water and go to the toilet. Also will give you plenty of cuddles, and encourages you to talk about what parts you liked and if you didn’t like something/wouldn’t wanna try it again 🥺🥺

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Big fan of your thighs and hips and waist- he can do the granny grabby :p

On him, he adores his broad chest and shoulders, especially when you’re all curled up against him 🥺

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves it inside you and on you. He really isn’t too fussy, but there’s just something about seeing his release on your skin, whether it be your thighs, belly, back, breasts, bum…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fucking loves it when you call him Mr Solomons and your voice is all coy and flirty Oof. Gives him such a kick- he kinda likes the power dynamic

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Put it this way, he knows what he’s doing and he’s a fast learner

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves to SEE you. Anything where he can watch your face contort in pleasure is a win. He especially loves when you ride him bc he can watch you take your pleasure on his cock AND touch you up bc he isn’t trying to hold himself up :)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can be such a goofball !!! Sometimes you’ll be ✨in the groove✨and you’ll be giggling together. It’s so sweet, and you’re both totally relaxed enough to do so

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubic hair is dark, coarse and curly. He occasionally trims it so that you don’t get spiked too badly if you give him head, but he’d never fully shave or cut it that short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Can get very intimate and sensual, lots of kisses, holding you close. He loves skin on skin contact 🥺🥺 just being physically close to you, and when he can feel your heart thudding omg

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not something he does too often, especially now that you’re together. It’s normally when things are pretty hectic at the bakery and you don’t really get w chance to be together that he takes himself in hand.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dom/sub, spanking, hair pulling, maybe daddy kink???, brattiness (you know what I mean lol), semi public sex, overstimulation, praise

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a decent surface tbh

His office is a big fave. Bit of exhibitionism, but you two are still in control. Plus he loves it when you come to ‘drop his lunch off’ and you’re wearing the pretty dresses and even prettier lingerie he gets you

Also loves the simplicity of the bedroom. Big fan of the fact that once you’re done, you can snuggle up together and snooze and just relax

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lit everything

You’re often late to various things because seeing you getting dressed in the morning is just so… domestic. He loves watching you, but it usually results in you getting back into bed ;)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you’re uncomfortable in any way, he doesn’t wanna continue.

Also it makes him feel icky if you get no aftercare, so if it’s been intense ;) he makes sure to clean you up, give you lots of cuddles and praise. You’d better drink ur water

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Such a GIVER omg

Would willingly suffocate if it meant you were seated on his face.

No seriously he’s practically addicted to eating you out.

Never really expects you to suck him off, but if you offer he’s like ‘are you sure darlin 🥺🥺🥺’ anf gives you lots of praise

Blowie under the desk anyone??

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tends to be fast and rough and hard, but sometimes, when you’ve got time, he’ll take you slowly, bringing your entire body to life with touches and kisses until you’re throbbing for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Fucking LOVES a quickie in the office.

‘Draw them fuckin’ blinds, pet, and bend over my desk, there’s a good girl,’

‘But Alf… everyone’s outside!’

‘Good. They’ll all know you’re mine.’

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It’s often you bringing up new positions, dynamics, kinks to try, and he’s willing to give everything a go at least once. Sometimes it’s him suggesting something new.

But if it’s something that could hurt you, physically or emotionally, it’s a no go. He’ll take risks with most things, but you’re different.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s usually good for one round, maybe two if the sciatica isn’t too bad.

But ooooh boy does he make that round last

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doubt it. Big fan of doing it himself (not that you’re complaining)

However, if you wanted to bring toys into the bedroom (probs in a modern au I guess) he’d be very willing to try.

That is, of course, if he figures out how the FUCK to work the contraptions

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Big big big tease

Will keep you on edge for ages until you’re begging for him to just let you cum

Also likes seeing you get all flustered, making little comments, double entendres, feeling you up…

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Starts of fairly quiet.

Doesn’t fucking stay that way for long.

Grunts, groans, gasps, growls… and his voice goes so deep and rough brrrr

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Alfie’s a very generous lover. The more pleasure he gives you, the more he gets off. He would never leave you unsatisfied; even if you were trying a Dom/sub dynamic and you were being ‘punished’ he’d still make sure you felt good.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He thicc 🍆🥴 also has a bit of a curve too? 6-7’ in length, and v girthy 🤤 is also circumcised. Reckon he’s got some veins too and when they pulse 🥵🥵

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

VERY high. He’s always willing to have you, and he loves nothing more than to please you

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

He’ll stay up with you for quite a while, making sure you’re okay and what not.

Plus he’s a big talker, and his voice often lulls you to sleep before he nods off.

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Blinds Drawn

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Requested by: anon ‘‘Ooh could you write something about having sex with Alfie in his office?’

Warnings: office sex, semi public sex, swearing, light spanking, slight degradation

Gif creds to owner

“Well, well, well, Mrs Solomons,” Alfie smirked as you slipped into his office, turning the lock until it clicked. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You smiled at your husband, walking over to him slowly, your hips swaying. “Can’t I visit my husband at work?” You asked coyly, your eyebrow twitching as Alfie leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard.

“Yeah,” he said, eyeing you up and down, his tongue darting out to wet his plump lower lip. “Yeah, you can... but what brings you here today, darlin’?”

You sat across from him at his desk, staring his dead in the eye. “Oh... nothing much... I was just stuck at home... nowhere to be... and I happened upon your schedule. You’ve no meetings today,” you leant forward. “And I’ve been craving your cock since I woke up with it pressed into my back,”

As you spoke, Alfie’s eyes widened and he gulped, feeling his cock twitch with interest. “Well then...” he said lowly, trying his hardest to keep his voice level. “Draw the blinds, wife. We wouldn’t want to be interrupted now, would we?” He smirked after you as you scrambled up, drawing the blinds of the office, turning back to Alfie. “Now take off that coat, sweetheart, it’s terribly hot in here...”

You bit your lip and shrugged your coat off, squirming under Alfie’s gaze as he eyed you up and down. The dress you were wearing was more daring than you would normally wear, with a fair bit of flesh on display. “There we go...” Alfie hummed. “Look at you all dressed up... you must’ve been after my cock, eh?”

“Well I did say,” you huffed, walking around the desk to Alfie’s side, squealing as he planted a firm smack to your thigh.

“You watch your fucking mouth, woman,” he growled, and instantly you felt your bravado slip, submitting yourself full to him. “Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed hastily, relaxing into his touch as he bent you over the desk.

“A-Alf, your paperwork, it’ll smudge-”

“Sod the paperwork. If it gets smudged, I’ll just tell whichever fucker complains that my wife’s glorious tits messed up the sums while I fucked her right here,” You squirmed at the thought, arching your back slightly to him, making him coo. “Look at you, Princess, all splayed out for me. I bet you’re soaking wet, is that right?” He asked.

“Y-yes, Alf!” You whimpered, doing your best to control your volume. Alfie smirked and shoved your dress up over your hips, moaning lowly at the sight of your swaying arse, clad in pale pink lace French knickers. His rough palms trailed over the globes of your arse, squeezing and grasping at your flesh as you pushed back into his hands, moaning as you felt his fingers dip into the groove of your pussy through the gusset of your knickers. “Alfie...” you whined, grinding down onto his hand as he nudged your thighs apart.

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. So pretty, bent over my desk... do you want me to fuck you right here, YN, love? Yeah?” You nodded eagerly, lip between your teeth. “Good girl,” he murmured, nudging your knickers down to your ankles. Holding your breath, you heard the buckle of his belt rattle, and the rasp of his hand over his thick cock. You jolted as he rubbed the bulbous head through your wetness, whining softly as he eased into you tortuously slow. “Fuck... good girl, YN... take my cock so well...” you whimpered, nodding desperately, feeling the vicelike grip of his hands on your hips as he steadied you through his slow thrusts, his cock dragging deliciously over your most intimate, sensitive depths.

His slow, measured thrusts did not last long before they gave way to a brutal pace which had the desk scraping against the floor as his hips slapped against you. As you began to whimper and cry out, Alfie tugged you up, pressing your back to his chest with one arm around you, the other held over your mouth as he shushed you, his gentle tone a million miles away from the roughness with which he pounded you.

“You close, YN, love?” He grunted into your ear, and you nodded desperately, your eyes rolling back as you let Alfie take full control, slightly limp in his arms as he ruined you. “Good. I can feel you, y’know... feel your pretty little cunt squeezing my cock... good girl,” you whined out loudly, muffled by his hand against your mouth. “Come, YN,” he growled, mouthing at your neck.

With or without his command, you would’ve came, shattering around him as his hips stuttered, squeezing him tightly within you, his arm the only thing stopping you from falling face first into the desk as you felt him filling you with his seed. Panting, shuddering, you leant against the desk while he pulled out of you, tugging your knickers back up to stop his essence from leaking out of you.

Once your clothes were righted, Alfie sat back down, pulling you onto his lap. “Did that quench your thirst, pet?” He murmured, nuzzling gently, his beard tickling.

You squirmed, kissing his cheek. “Hmm... almost,” your murmured.

“Almost, eh? Fuck it. I’ve got no meetings today. C’mon, coat on, love. I’m taking you home,”

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Kinktober Day 17: Breeding

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Alfie couldn’t come home sooner in your mind. Your whole body was thrumming with desire as you kneaded the dough on the counter, gritting your teeth and resisting the urge to press your thighs together. You had gone to the market for milk and had spotted your friend and her new baby, who cooed and giggled and reached for you.

In the hours that passed your mind had gone wild, imagining your own womb being filled and swelling with a child of your own. It had been just over a week since you marked the last red dot in your diary and your body was ready...

“Sweetheart, are you in?”

You looked up from the dough and felt a slow throbbing blooming between your legs as the front door slammed shut. “Kitchen, Alf!” You called back, and soon the uneven thudding of your husband’s steps entered the kitchen. You looked up at him and smiled.

“What’re you up to, eh, Darlin’” he murmured as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing his scratchy beard against your neck. You shuddered slightly, your hands still working as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

“Trying to make Challah,” you murmured, gesturing to the worn-out recipe book propped up on the kettle. Alfie smiled softly and kissed just under your ear, placing his hands over yours to help you knead.

“For me, pet?” He whispered into your ear, kissing gently. You nodded and sighed softly, pushing your bum back into him and circling your hips slightly. Alfie hummed lowly, placing the dough into a bowl and covering it with a tea towel. “That needs time to rise, love. Did a fuckin’ good job of that,” he smiled gently, turning you around and pushing you up against the counter. You smiled softly up at him, but your eyes were blown dark with lust. You rubbed your hands up his chest, feeling thd roughness of his shirt, the ridge of his waistcoat and sighed softly. “What’s wrong, love? You’re very quiet,” he asked.

You bit your lip and cast your eyes down. “I... I saw my friend at the market today...” you began.

“Oh? Did that upset you love? Do I need to give someone a seeing to?”

You shook your head quickly. “N-no!” You said quickly. “She’s... she’s had a baby,” you took a deep breath. “Alfie... I-I want one. I want a baby. I want your child, Alf...”

He was silent for a moment before rubbing his beard, before beginning to walk away. He turned around, “takes two to tango, darling,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, smiling, and together you hurried upstairs.

**

“Alfie, please, no more teasing!” You cried out, arching your back off the bed, your fingers scrabbling at his head. Grinning, he resurfaced from between your thighs, your wetness glistening on his beard.

“I’m not teasing you, darlin’. I’ve had you come three times over,” he smirked, and you whined.

“Alf... I love your mouth, you know I do... but this really isn’t gonna get me pregnant,” you groaned. His eyes darkened.

“You’re serious about this darlin’?” He asked and you nodded desperately. “Right then. I best get undressed then,” you grinned as he shucked off his shirt and trousers, and groaned at his hard cock. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you, YN,” he murmured, and you nodded, spreading your legs wider.

Slowly, he pushed into you, groaning lowly and cursing under his breath. You cried out, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer, pressing your lips hard against his. He grunted as you rocked your hips up, taking this as a signal to start thrusting.

As he held your legs apart, his fingers digging into your knees, you kissed his roughly, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. “Alfie- ah! Harder, please!” You begged between kisses, and he complied, fucking you harder, faster, rougher.

“Fucking ‘ell, YN,” he grunted, nipping your lip. “Take my cock so well... been waiting for this, eh? Been waiting for my cock to fill you up? Fill you up and knock you up? Make you mine,” he growled and you squeaked, nodding, bucking your hips up desperately. “You’re gonna look so fuckin’ gorgeous with a swollen belly, YN, love,” you felt the heat that had been building in your belly coil tightly, ready to snap. “Gonna be full of me, so full, pet, aren’t you?”

“Alfie, please! Please, I want it, please!” You called out desperately. Alfie reached between you to press his thumb against your clit and you screamed, your cunt clenching tight and milking Alfie of his seed as he came with a shudder, shouting out curses is a garbled mixture of English and Yiddish and Russian, holding you close to him, ensuring his cum spurted as close to your cervix as possible.

Quivering, moaning and spent, you and Alfie collapsed into the mattress, still joined, although his cock was softening. You rested your head on his thick hairy chest and nuzzled close. “I mean it, Alf... I really hope I get pregnant,” you whisper, your voice a little slurred.

“I know you do, pet. I meant it too, yeah. You’re going to be a great mum,” he mumbled, eyelids drooping as you snuggled closer, a much deserved nap sweeping over you both as his seed took root deep in your womb.

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If you wouldn't mind, could I have an Alfie Solomons one-shot? Can it be that the reader is a Shelby and she is married to Alfie, and they are going to have dinner with the Shelby clan. But during dinner, Alfie starts touching her under the table. Also could you use number 41 and 30 from your smut prompt?

Oh I do love a bit of Alfie smut <3 hope you enjoy this ;p

The Dinner Party

warnings: under-table antics, smut, swearing and a really naff title :)

“Right, for the last time, behave yourselves, boys,” Polly warned as Alfie’s car pulled up outside. “We’ll not have a repeat of New Years’ Day, John,” she hissed. 

John raised his hands in surrender. “Anything to avoid YN breaking my nose again,” he mumbled. 

A knock sounded through the house and soon Frances brought you and your husband into the drawing-room. “Tommy! Arthur! Shalom, shalom! John... Ada, I know you. Ms Gray, a pleasure as always, and of course, young Finn,”  

You smiled softly as you hugged your brothers, Arthur mumbling “Yeah, sha-shalom? Shalom and all that, yeah,” 

You wrapped your arms around your oldest brother and he murmured into your ear “He treating you good, YN?” 

“Yes, Arthur... he’s the most loving husband I could ask for, don’t you worry,” you pulled away and he smiled softly, corners of his eyes crinkling slightly at the sight of you so happy. You hugged Tommy and John tight around the neck. “Finn been behaving himself? Been playing in the snow much? Checking his whores?” you asked, making your younger brother blush slightly and shift his feet. “Gotten anyone pregnant, yet, Finny?” you teased. 

“No, he hasn’t, thank god. Told him I’d sever his balls,” Pol grinned and you hugged your auntie. She gave you one of her infamous looks as you greeted your sister. Polly’s eyes flickered between you, your stomach, and Tommy, arching her brows.

“Where’s Karl?” you asked her. “Is he taller than me yet?” 

she smirked. “Playing with Charles and Ruby. and nearly I reckon,” she giggled, pulling you in for a hug. You had always looked up to your sister, her being the only other girl in your family, and the glamourous big sister to boot. 

 You returned to Alfie’s side, and he was chatting business with Tommy. You waited for them to finish, pouring yourself a drink, before saying “Thanks for letting us stay, Tom,”

“YN, love, you’re always welcome here. I suppose he is as well, so long as you behave yourself, eh, Alf,” 

You wrapped your arm around Alfie’s waist, leaning your head against his arm (you couldn’t quite reach his shoulder) and smiled as he laughed heartily. 

Soon, the Shelby clan- plus Alfie- gathered around the long table and ate merrily. You were chatting across the table, teasing John for letting his kids and dog run rings around him when you felt a firm hand pressed to your thigh. You hid your gulp by drinking some wine as Alfie trailed his hand further up, hitching your skirt up over your knee and up your thigh.

 You were glad Tommy was able to afford ridiculously long table cloths. 

You let out a shaky breath, focusing on your meal as your husband teased the inside of your thighs. he leaned down to murmur in your ear. To Finn, who was opposite you, it was an innocent enough gesture, especially when Alfie pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. The Shelby’s were used to your open affection. 

“Alfie... There are people here...” you whispered, stroking his beard gently. 

he smirked and tapped your nose. “If you behave yourself, I think I’ll skip dessert and have you instead,” he muttered and you nodded in agreement. As the dinner wore on, you covered up a lot of moans by swallowing plenty of wine. Arthur teased you about working your way through two and a half glasses throughout dinner but you simply complemented Tommy on his choice of red. 

An agonising hour later you quickly stood up, excusing yourself from the table. “Thank you so much for a lovely dinner Tom,” you said quickly. “But we left London early this morning... and... and I’m... tired...” you said. “Goodnight, everyone,” you hurried away, scurrying to the guest room that the maids had put your stuff in. Alfie left it another few minutes before excusing himself too. 

“They’ve gone to fuck, haven’t they?” Tommy said, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. 

“Oh, most definitely,” Ada said slyly. 

***

“What the fuck took you so long?” you hissed as Alfie shut the door. 

“Didn’t wanna make it obvious, love, did I? and your brother’s house is fucking massive, I got lost three times and-” you shut him up, pressing your lips tight to his,  and pulling him over to the bed. 

“Alfie, please don’t tease, not now, please,” you whined. “Look- feel how wet you made me at the table,” you tugged his hand to feel beneath your dress and he grinned lopsidedly at your arousal seeping through your underwear. 

“If you, right, didn’t like my teasing,” he smirked. “Why were you moaning, eh?” 

You blushed. “Because... because... oh shut up Alfie, and fuck me, please?” you pleaded, licking your lips. 

“tell you what, love,” he smirked, setting his hat and stick aside. “why don’t you strip me down and show me just how much you want my cock, yeah? And then i just might fuck you silly, eh?” 

Extremely happy with this compromise you began undoing his buttons, frantically removing his overcoat, waistcoat, hair shirt and vest, tossing them to the side as he chuckled at your eagerness. you dropped his trousers and he kicked them off his ankles. “Lie on the bed, Alf,” you said gently. 

“forgetting something, love?” he gestured to his underwear. 

“Lie on the bed, Alfie,” you repeated, a little firmer. He smirked and did as he was told, laying back and relaxing into the pillows, arms up and hands behind his head. you hummed softly, pressing your hand over his underwear, feeling his hot length twitch beneath your small hand. He hissed at the friction, licking his lips as you slowly lowered his underwear down over his cock. You moaned lowly, leaning down to flick your tongue over the sensitive, red tip, wrapping your lips around it and suckling like a lollipop, pressing your tongue against the slit. He growled low in his throat and bucked his hips up. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell love,” he grunted, grasping a fistful of your hair. “Sit up before I come down your throat,” he demanded. “And take that pretty dress off as well,” 

You groaned, lapping up the salt of his precum. you shimmied out of your dress as quickly as was humanly possible and took the liberty of getting rid of your underwear too, leaving you naked in front of him. he licked his lips. “Eager, aren’t you?” he smirked, and you nodded. 

“Come ‘ere, darlin’“ he hummed. “come and sit yourself on my cock, eh?” you whimpered at his words and nodded, eagerly straddling him. You licked your lips, slowly settling yourself down on him, whining out loudly at the stretch and at the gravity pulling you down more. Shuddering, you clenched your knees around his broad hips as you started gyrating your hips in a figure-of-8. 

Alfie growled primally, grasping your hips, surely leaving fingertip-shaped bruises on your flesh. You moaned out, starting to bounce yourself, pushing your breasts out. Seizing his opportunity, Alfie captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the pebbled peak the way he knew you adored, his groans rumbling around your breast and through to your heart as you fucked yourself on his cock. you grasped his hair in your fists, tugging desperately, pulling him up so his magical mouth could envelop yours in a bruising, knee-weakening kiss. You whined into his mouth as you rutted your hips, desperately wanting to reach your completion mounted atop his thick, pulsing cock. “Please, Alf! Please make me come!” he grunted in response and pinched your nipple roughly, tugging it away from your body and twisting teasingly. you gasped, a spasm of delicious, painful pleasure soaring down to your core, the pressure coiling tight in your belly as you reached climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Alfie!” you practically sobbed, falling forwards into his chest, hips still bouncing desperately. With a sloppy thrust upwards, he filled you with his come, groaning a mixture of your name and a hell of a lot of praise in a delightful combination of Yiddish and English. 

Breathless, you slid off his cock, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. “I love you, Alf,” you whispered gently tugging the bedsheets around you both as he turned on his side and pulled you tight to his chest, allowing a blissful sleep to overtake you both. 

Neither of you was aware of your family downstairs snickering and cringing at the sound of sweet YN Shelby making loud and passionate love to a Solomons, in Tommy Shelby’s house.