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zablife · 1 year

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I Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Alfie x reader (Shelby sister)

Summary: You have a plan to betray your powerful brother with the help of Alfie Solomons, but your impetuous and infuriating behavior is far too dramatic for the mad baker. What happens when he puts you in your place?

Author’s Note: Written for the lovely Alex @cillmequick 6 month milestone celebration. Congrats, darl! Prompt “And what would people say if they listened through the wall?” Oxytocin by Billie Eilish. Inspiration taken from the whole song as well. Porn with little to no plot. Bit of a twisted love story.

Warning: 🔞, language, drinking, smut- impact play, fingering, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (if you squint), dom Alfie, mean Alfie

Before Alfie could answer the loud rapping upon his door, it opened suddenly, the fading rays of the afternoon sun outlining your shapely figure in a heavenly glow. However, A Shelby at his door was rarely a good omen and Alfie surmised you were no angel. The ample cleavage spilling over the top of your tightly fitting bodice and the bottle of Irish whisky in your hand only confirmed his suspicions.

Slamming the door behind you, you sauntered toward him confidently, hips swaying seductively with each step. Alfie eyed you suspiciously, pressing the tips of his fingers together in anticipation of some unreasonable demand or another sent straight from Tommy. “Hello, Miss Shelby. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he said greeting you with a tip of his head.

You giggled and shook your head, playfully chiding, “So formal, Alfie. You should call me Y/n.” Alfie watched you remove your coat slowly and throw it over a chair as you continued. “I think we’re going to become very close you and I.”

“And why would that be?” Alfie asked, leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his stomach.

“I have a business proposition for you,” you said with excitement, boldly taking a seat on the edge of his desk.

Alfie exhaled loudly muttering, “You Shelbys,” with a shake of his head. “Listen, pet, your brothers thieve my oxygen far too much as it is. Never satisfied with their lot. So you can trot on and tell that cunt Tommy we’re done dealin.’” He motioned to the door with a flick of his wrist, turning his attention to the stack of papers at his elbow.

Undeterred, you placed the whisky bottle on the desk with a thud, running a fingertip around the edge of the cap lazily as you asked, “What if I told you the deal wasn’t with Tommy? I agree that he’s gotten far too greedy and it’s time we did something about that.” You took a breath before emphasizing, “A more permanent solution.” Your eyes flicked to Alfie to gauge his reaction, but he remained impassive. However, he hadn’t thrown you out yet, so you took that as an encouraging sign.

Opening the bottle before you with a flourish, you grabbed a nearby glass and began pouring a shot. You slid it across the table, presumptuously asking, “A toast to new partners?”

He frowned, sliding it back to you with two fingers. “Nah,” he replied dismissively.

You tossed your head back with a bubbly laugh, kicking off the desk and slowly approaching Alfie’s chair. He tracked your movement with just his eyes, irritation building at your inability to take a hint that he was uninterested in your scheming. He looked you up and down carefully as you stood before him, noticing how you leaned over to ensure he got a look down your dress.

You smiled to yourself as you traced a manicured hand along his shirt front, toying with the buttons, one by one. “If you find it hard to swallow, I can loosen up your collar,” you offered. You received a short grunt in reply, perhaps his body betraying his logical mind. Picking up the glass, you offered it to him again with a sweet smile. “It’s the first drop that kills you so there’s no harm in the last,” you joked.

“Wasn’t talking about the whisky, was I?” he asked in a low voice. Then pushing your hand away from his chest he added, “I’m sayin’ no to you, treacle.”

Your smile faded as you struggled to comprehend his sudden rejection. You weren’t used to hearing the word no. Standing to your full height, you pursed your lips in obvious displeasure and attempted to regain composure. “Then tell me why,” you said in a tight voice.

“I could write you a book, but I ain’t got the time. Suffice it to say, I just don’t fucking trust you,” he spat, leaning forward and placing his palms on the desk for emphasis. He stood, signaling the end of your meeting, but you were far from done.

“I hate Tommy as much as you do and I can be valuable to you,” you proclaimed, jutting your chin out with haughty insistence.

Alfie scoffed, “Tommy Shelby’s little sister? Darlin’, this is a man’s world.”

Your blood began to boil that you weren’t being taken seriously. With your plan quickly unraveling, you reached for the glass and downed its contents. But the burn of the alcohol only fueled your rage. You hurled the glass against the wall beside Alfie’s head as you shouted, “You arsehole! You don’t know what I’m capable of!”

Faster than you thought possible, Alfie’s heavy boots thudded against the floorboards in warning. Suddenly his hulking form was towering over you, one large calloused hand reaching out to capture both your wrists in one swift movement. His long fingers encircled you like a rope and tightened with considerable strength, eliciting a whimper from you as you fought to free yourself. He jerked you toward him with a grunt, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

You shook your head to move the fringe from your eyes, realizing he was close enough to feel your pounding heart. However, it wasn’t fear that gripped you in that moment. It was pure adrenaline and excitement. You could feel the heat building in your core as you waited to see what he would do.

Alfie leaned down to speak to you, jaw clenched with fury. “You’re behaving like a fucking child,” he told you in a low voice. His eyes bore a hole through you and the intensity of it was so great you couldn’t look away. Your chest rose and fell against him, breasts pushing against his broad chest.

He took your chin in his hand harshly, eyes narrowing as he searched your face. “Is that how I should treat you? Like a naughty little girl?” You licked your lips as he continued in a hushed voice, hot breath fanning over your face. “Because I have to admit, right now I want to do very bad things to you, you fucking brat.” As he spoke his eyes darkened with unmistakable lust and you were certain he could feel you bending to his will.

You nodded as best you could with his iron like grip on your jaw. "Yes, I want it," you said breathily. Pleased with your submission, he leaned in to kiss you, pressing his full lips to you insistently and pushing his tongue into your warm, waiting mouth. As he began to pull away he bit your bottom lip harshly as he murmured against the swollen flesh, “You should really run away.” But the wickedness of his words had the opposite effect. You were rooted to the spot, ready for your punishment.

He threw your head away hard enough to turn it and you glimpsed shadows through the frosted glass window. Reality came crashing in on you and you bit your lip as you wondered if Alfie’s employees might be able to see or hear you with their boss. Keeping your eyes trained on the door you asked in a quivering voice, “What would people say if they listened through the wall?”

Alfie’s lips brushed your ear as he growled, “I don’t give a fuck who knows I’m ruining you in here. In fact, I wanna make you yell.” The vibration of his voice sent shock waves straight to your pussy and you felt wetness begin to pool between your legs at his debauchery. You rubbed your thighs together to get some much needed friction, too preoccupied to remember Alfie’s earlier promise of punishment.

You heard the jingle of his belt buckle before you saw the flash of silver beneath his palm and you became aware of Alfie removing his belt, easily sliding the leather strap from his waist. Your breath caught in your chest with a little thrill, knowing you’d thoroughly provoked him. In one swift motion he turned you to face his desk and roughly placed your hands onto the polished wooden surface. He wasted no time turning your skirt up over your waist, exposing you to the cold air. The sudden chill hit and a shiver ran through you.

Alfie stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the sight of you laid out before him. A devilish smirk crossed his lips at the thought of you coming in here without any underwear and he realized he was right to assume you were not as innocent as you seemed. He was going to see how much you could take. How far he could push you. He allowed the anticipation to grow, watching you quiver.

The only sounds came from the distillery, grinding machines and men’s voices shouting to one another. Someone dropped a crate of bottles at the bottom of the stairs, distracting you as the first crack of the strap hit your thigh with a painful sting. You gripped the corners of the desk tightly as a tear sprang to your eye, but you didn’t make a sound as the next blow rained down on your ass. Four more fell in rapid succession and Alfie watched the flesh jiggle with satisfaction. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to grab a handful of you and squeezed appreciatively as you whined at the contact, crying out as he kneaded the sensitive flesh in his rough hands.

The belt dropped to the floor with a clank and he resumed his work, landing a harsh smack along your thigh so close to your pussy, you felt it begin to throb with need. He waited for you to flinch, but you remained perfectly still, wanting to please him. He stood for a moment stroking his beard as he watched you, feeling his trousers tighten, but he wasn’t finished.

Raising a ringed hand to you once more, he continued, his open palm landing slaps hard enough to move your body forward along the desk, the edge digging into your hipbones. The sound of Alfie’s grunts and groans of exertion behind you had your mind twisted in confusion. You felt your clit pulse, desperate for attention. As he connected with your ass once more, you began to tear up thinking how close his thick fingers were to where you needed them most. Too frustrated and turned on to remain still any longer, you arched your back, letting out a moan so loud it bordered on a shout.

Alfie stopped with a jerk, stepping toward you slowly and brought a strong arm to your waist to lift you from the desk. He unlaced your dress as he cooed in your ear, “All finished, pet. You took it so well.” He discarded the material on the floor, erection digging into your burning ass cheek as he carefully ran a hand over the other. You hissed as his cool rings made contact with your sore, reddened flesh and you heard him inhale before exclaiming, “Fucking beautiful sight.” The arm around your waist tightened as a cobra around prey, but his voice remained soft as he hushed you, pushing the hair from your shoulders.

He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down the nape of your neck before moving on to the crease at your shoulder, the tickling sensation making you squirm. His dominance returned as he began sucking a deep bruise into the thin skin along your collarbone. The sudden intensity of it, causing your hands to fly to his arm, digging your nails in sharply. You panted out little moans for him with each swirl of his tongue, every one of your pretty noises making his cock twitch against you. He rewarded you with another bruise below your ear, his free hand rolling and pinching your exposed nipples to feel them stiffen to a pleasing hardness.

By the time he switched to the other side of your neck, you were thoroughly marked up and bucking wildly against him from overstimulation. The inside of your upper thighs felt slick with arousal and you were clenching around nothing. If this was part of his discipline, it was not what you had bargained for. You waited in agony, needing to feel him seated within you, the comforting fullness stretching you properly.

Alfie must have read your mind, turning you to face him. He wiped a tear that escaped the corner of your eye, smiling to himself at the sight of your neediness. Then mercifully he ran a finger along your dripping slit to capture your juices, pushing two thick fingers inside your velvet heat to give you some relief. You sighed softly as he curled his fingers inside you dragging against your inner wall slowly until he found a delicious spot that made your jaw drop in silent ecstasy. As he gave a bit more pressure you swallowed harshly, attempting to sink further onto his hand, but he stopped you, clamping his other hand on your hip.

With an obscene squelching sound, he withdrew his fingers cruelly, swirling his fingertips over your clit to tease you. “I think you must be enjoying this cause you’re making a a fucking mess on my desk,” he chided you. He brought his digits to your eye level to show you the juices dripping off him as proof. Then he placed his fingers on your tongue as he commanded, “Clean it up.” You obediently swirled your tongue over his fingers tasting yourself with every lick. Making eye contact with him you gently sucked with hollowed cheeks as you hummed around his digits. The corners of your lips curled, knowing the vibrations were going straight to his aching cock. “Do you like this, naughty girl?” he asked with a dark chuckle. He watched your pupils blow wide and he nodded, “Good, cause we ain’t finished yet.”

He pulled his fingers from you with a pop, smearing saliva and lipstick across your mouth, and you watched with bated breath as he removed his shirt and trousers. The moment you saw his cock spring free, you reached out to touch him, but he swatted you away. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself in front of you as an added bit of torture before he ordered you to the sofa in the corner. You scrambled to the shabby piece of furniture as Alfie growled, “On your fucking hands and knees.” As soon as you were in place, you felt the springs dip beneath you with his weight and then you felt his warm hand splayed across the small of your back holding you in place.

You felt the tip of his cock slide through your wet folds, gathering your juices and you shimmied your ass to entice him. Suddenly he was pushing into you all at once, his thickness splitting you open around him. Alfie groaned at the sight of you spread wide for him, unable to stop himself from pulling out and slamming back into you to hear you cry out. His animalistic nature took over, driving into you sharply with a snap of his hips, the force of it causing his balls to slap against your clit over and over. The repeated motion had you panting and moaning in no time and you could practically hear the smirk as he rumbled, “Such a pretty little whore. Let me hear ya.” You clenched around him, mewling at the sensation of him thrusting deep enough to feel in your stomach. Alfie stilled momentarily, enjoying the pulse around his cock and making note of how you gripped him like a vice after he degraded you. Fuck, you liked this and he would give you more.

Soon he began to move within you again at a slower pace, dragging his length within you as you arched your back for him. Alfie leaned forward gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail and gave a harsh tug on your roots. That was all it took for you to push back against him for more greedily. “You get off on being filthy, do ya?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension. You didn’t speak, too overcome by sensation to respond, but Alfie knew your secret now. “Squeezing me so tight, pet. I think you enjoy being a whore for me,” he grunted wrapping your locks around his fist to tilt your head back at a precarious angle.

“Show me now. Make yourself cum on my cock like a good little whore,” he goaded you. You didn’t need to be told again, hand flying to your swollen nub and rubbing tight circles. Your eyes squeezed shut as you listened to the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Alfie’s grunts didn’t grow any louder as he sped up his pace, urging you on, but your cries reached a deafening crescendo as you felt your lower belly pool with heat, desperate to be released.

“Wanna cum. I need to cum, please, please,” you babbled feeling Alfie pound into you with reckless abandon.

Yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest, Alfie huffed, “Not yet,” clearly annoyed at your pleas. You bit your lip trying to stave off your orgasm, but it was building faster than you could stop it. Feeling the fluttering resume around his cock, Alfie warned, “You better hold it, naughty girl.”

Reaching behind you to grab onto him for stability you whined, “I can’t…I can’t." Alfie’s balls tightened at the sound of your pathetic cries and his hips stuttered suddenly, rhythm lost in the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume him.

Bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear he panted out, “Now…cum right fucking now….with me.” Your fingers flew over your clit, needing only a few light strokes to begin shaking in pleasure. As Alfie released inside you, he bit down on your shoulder. Your jaw went slack as he fucked you through the aftershocks. A primal grunt left his lips at the feeling of your tight pussy milking him of every drop.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, Alfie dragged you with him, making you straddle his lap. You draped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling your body becoming heavy with exhaustion. He ran a hand along your back soothingly until your heart rates returned to normal, then you heard his voice low and rasped rumble from deep within his chest. “Fuck me, treacle, I could have you like that every day.”

You smiled to yourself wondering if he might reconsider your earlier offer. You sat up to look him in the eye and in a determined voice you ventured, “Alfie, I meant what I said about getting rid of Tommy. We should be partners.”

“Careful, pet, can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion,” Alfie warned you, a hint of his dark nature returning. Then you felt his hand clamp around your throat possessively as he snaked his tongue into your mouth, sparking a desperate clash for dominance and ending with your eventual surrender for air.

“You and I are the same, Alfie,” you gasped as you balanced a hand on his sweaty chest. Nuzzling his nose with yours you continued, “We need each other for this, the oxytocin.” Nibbling at his lip you admitted wantonly, “I like it when you do bad things to me.”

He gripped your face as he forced you to look up at him. “Think you might be right, but let’s get one thing straight cause I’m a dodgy fucker myself. As long as you’re still breathing, don’t ever think of leaving me.” The low rumble of his voice hypnotized you in such a way you couldn’t deny him. You held his intense gaze as you shook your head.

“Never,” you vowed.

And that’s how the evening began, plotting to take Tommy’s crown so you could become Alfie’s queen.

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thedevilshardy · 1 year

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What they think of Tinder - Tom Hardy Character Study

Alfie, Reggie & Ronny, Leo

Alfie Solomons

He's oldschool. He doesn't like to use his phone often, only for those important calls or to bark at someone who isn't in reach. Doesn't know how to properly use these "fuckin' apps", although he acts like he does.

"Am too old for that shit, dove, ain't I? If I wanna have some pussy I'm goin' simply fuckin' outside getting me some, don't I? A man like me doesn't need this shit." (he's right, tho)

Tends to through his phone away if something doesn't work out. Deletes Tinder cause he doesn't see any sense in it and doesn't want to wait for you to swipe him right.

His profile would be quite blank. "No words needed, love."

Reggie & Ronny Kray

Reggie

Isn't really attached to such a thing as he tends to stick in a relationship - but still likes to see who's matching him. Just in case.

The idea of casual sex to relief stress still catches him - thinks about it often, especially in long nights at the bar.

Uses it when he's bored. Very picky.

His profile would be interesting, full of photos, but never too much. Just enough to be seen. (Not that he could be invisible to anybody!)

Ronny

Thinks it's a good thing, loves the idea that he can choose between boys & girls, just whatever he favors.

Isn't even holding back with his wishes and wants - "better be up for sum' pain, ain't ya?"

Definitely has those Dom/Sub vibes and loves to live them. He's the boss, no fighting about that.

Profile full of pics of him and his different canes and sticks to make your butt glow red from the welts. You know what you get with him.

Leo Demidov

Leo doesn't like hunting a lot of women - so, he would be only up for one, and be patient enough for her to turn at least into an affair.

Doesn't need a lot of words. He knows - when he takes his shirt off in a real life meeting, she'll be just fine. Loves to fuck at second date, not first.

He doesn't have a lot in his profile - simple words, his rank, that's it. A sucker for dirty talk and a master in moving hips... shit, we're still about Tinder, aren't we?

"Nah, that's okay." He deletes Tinder for his girl, and even acts like it's no deal. Well, it isn't, at least for him.

#tom hardy #character sheet #alfie solomons #reggie kray #ronny kray #reggie & ronny kray #kray twins #legend #leo demidov

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buttercupsandboys · 2 years

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On Your Best Behaviour

Alfie Solomons x Livy (OFC) — Smutty One Shot 😈

Summary: In which Alfie attempts to be an outstanding member of his community, but Livy has other plans.

Porn with a touch of plot — 18+ only, please! Lots of smut below the cut.

A/N: This is a one shot with Alfie x Livy (the female OC from my chapter fic, Sunshine & Rainbows), but it can easily be enjoyed on its own.

TW: dubious consent (not really, but just to be safe), mild dom/sub undertones, language

Word count: 3399

Also … for the sake of fantasy, let’s assume cars in the 1920’s had bigger back seats than they do now, ok? 😉

“Now, I’m serious, love. The people you’re going to meet tonight are—Oi! Eyes up here!”

Livy giggles, biting her lip and stilling her fingers as she reluctantly brings her exploration of his broad chest to an end.

“Have you been listening to a single word I said?” asks Alfie, his tone stern, reflecting the authority he commands in all areas of his life.

All bar one, it seems.

“Yes, darling,” Livy coos, her golden eyes rolling beneath her thick lashes. “Important people, good behaviour, blah, blah, blah. I don’t know why you’re so concerned.”

“No?” scoffs Alfie, pulling her closer. His lips find her forehead, almost begrudgingly.

As is often the case, he feels torn between an overwhelming urge to bend her over his knee and an equally pressing desire to fuck her senseless. When he’s lucky, he indulges in both—a thought that has his cock stirring in his trousers—but sadly, there’s no time tonight.

“Just try for me, alright, pet?” he coaxes, dropping one more kiss before pushing her away and smacking her bum. “Now go and get ready. We haven’t got all fucking night, and I know what you’re like.”

“Alfie!” she exclaims in mock outrage before blowing him a kiss and disappearing up the stairs. “You’ll pay for that!” she threatens as she disappears into the bathroom.

Hmph. Of that, he has no doubt.

Alfie reaches for his watch, about to check it for the third fucking time, when he finally hears the click of her heels on the floorboards.

He looks up, ready to bark out a smart comment about the time, but instead, he nearly swallows his tongue.

Livy is wrapped in a green velvet gown, shoulders bared, revealing a generous glimpse of soft creamy skin. Her fiery hair is tied back, highlighting her delicate collarbones and the elegant slope of her neck. She’s breathtaking, every inch of her, from her ankles to her button nose—although right now, it’s hard for him to focus on anything beyond her scandalous fucking cleavage.

He swallows thickly at the sight of her full breasts, proudly on display, and can’t decide if he should cover her with a blanket or bend her over the sofa.

“Fucking hell, love. I told you to behave. We’re going to a fundraiser for the Jewish Community Centre. Not the Eden Club.”

Alfie drags a hand down his face, a small groan escaping his lips. He rarely attends social events but makes an exception for this one out of respect for his dear departed mother. Just once a year, he shows up as a respectable member of the community.

But tonight, it’s the last place he wants to be.

First, there’s the yentas, gossipy old women who will have a field day with Livy. It’s bad enough that he’s bringing a shiksa to a Jewish event but in that dress? Tongues will be wagging for months.

Alfie rarely concerns himself with the opinions of others, but his head aches just thinking about the incessant chatter. Not to mention the leering old men, who will surely get an eyeful tonight. His hands fist at the thought, but at the same time, how can he blame them for looking? She’s so fucking beautiful, always, but tonight, she burns impossibly brighter.

His gaze returns to her voluptuous body, like a moth to the flame. He takes in every curve, simultaneously loving and cursing that damn dress, before settling on her full, red lips—

— and it’s the mischievous grin he finds there that has him shaking his head.

Alfie can tune out the busybodies, and it only takes one look from the Mad Baker to stamp out any lingering stares. But it’s Livy, with her pouting lips and wide eyes, that worries him most. She can be an evil temptress; a she-devil whose favourite game is teasing him to the brink of insanity, and from the look in her eyes, he knows to expect trouble tonight.

As if reading his thoughts, she reaches for his waist, but he gently smacks her arm away.

“Livy, I’m fucking warning you—“

“What, Alfie?” she asks innocently.

Or perhaps more accurately, devilishly, because she knows exactly what she’s doing, biting her lip and batting her fucking lashes. Livy takes full advantage of his distraction, slipping a hand down the front of his trousers.

He hisses at the contact, instinctively leaning into her palm as she wraps her fingers around him. He’s already at half mast, thanks to that evil fucking dress, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s fully, almost painfully, aroused.

Livy smirks, looking far too pleased with herself. “You sure you don’t want help with that?” she whispers as she leans forward, nipping gently at his ear.

Alfie grits his teeth, biting back the urge to lift her hips and drive her into the fucking wall. On any other night, he’d already be balls deep, buried between her thick thighs, and the thought has his cock twitching in her hand.

He’s two seconds away from accepting her offer—because Alfie Solomons is not the type to deny himself something he wants—but then he sees her smug grin and changes his mind.

Two can play at this fucking game.

With a growl, he removes her hand and stomps off, ignoring the fit of giggles erupting behind him. Tonight they will go to this fucking gala, and he’ll be a good Jewish son, an upstanding fucking citizen, a goddamn gentleman even… at least until they get home.

Then he’ll have Livy on her knees, begging and crying for his cock, like the filthy fucking minx she is.

They should have fucking walked.

Once in the car, in that small, confined space where he had no choice but to sit close, with their hips pressed and her sweet scent flooding his nostrils—Alfie started to question the wisdom of his plan.

There was nowhere to run, and they both knew it. As soon as the door shut, Livy crawled up his lap, pinning him down with her soft thighs and full breasts. Resistance was pointless, so he didn’t bother trying.

Instead, he buried his tongue down her throat, groaning at the taste of her. Livy’s always so warm and welcoming, her soft body moulding perfectly around his, and it’s one of the many things he loves about her.

She feels like coming home.

At least, she does most of the time. Tonight, she feels more like a fucking torture chamber.

The way she rolls her hips against his painfully swollen cock, knowing full well it will be hours before he can find any relief, is fucking diabolical. If he had any sense, he’d push her away, but the Big Bad Baker is a Dumb Fucking Cunt whenever she’s around. So he grips her hips and pulls her closer.

Livy whimpers softly, and it should give him a dose of satisfaction to hear she’s as affected as he is—but it’s the same sound she makes when his face is buried deep between her thighs. And well, that vision certainly doesn’t make things any easier.

Neither do her fingers, which are untucking his shirt and releasing his trousers. Fuck, she’s persistent. He’s wondering how much more he can take when the car suddenly comes to a stop.

“We’ve arrived,” announces Ishmael, who has the good sense to avoid all eye contact.

“Splendid!” exclaims Livy as she slides off his lap and cheerfully bounds out the door, not bothering to wait for assistance.

Alfie, on the other hand, needs a second to catch his fucking breath. He tucks himself into his waistband, noticing with some chagrin that he’s leaking like a schoolboy before uncomfortably storming after her.

“Keep the car close,” he barks over his shoulder as the door slams shut.

The small hall is tastefully decorated with white linen and fresh flowers. Each year, the fundraiser attracts a “who’s who” of the Jewish elite, and Alfie knows his mum would be proud to see her son taking his place among them.

But with some shame, he thanks god she isn’t here—because there are some things that no mother should ever fucking see.

Livy might be the light of his life, but tonight she’s pure evil. Leaning forward on every possible occasion, presenting him with a generous glimpse of those perfect fucking tits; squeezing a bit closer than necessary, dragging her round arse over his weeping cock; and worst of all, the speeches.

Oh, the fucking speeches.

While the chairman of something or another went on and on about his achievements, puffing about like a peacock, poor Alfie was suffering through the most deviant torture of his not-so-young life. They were sat at a large round table, draped in a long white tablecloth, and Livy being Livy, took full advantage of the situation.

Her nibble fingers found him within minutes of sitting and went on to stroke him to damn near completion—at which point Alfie resorted to a theatrical coughing fit to cover the growl escaping his lips as he summoned the strength to push her away.

After that, he had the somewhat brilliant idea to exact revenge with his hand up her skirt. And in fairness, it paid off (sort of). The high-cut slit of her evil fucking dress provided easy access, as did her complete lack of undergarments. But it was only when he found her warm, wet centre, his thick fingers gliding through her dripping folds, that he realised his mistake.

The feel of her, quivering and practically gushing around him, did nothing to ease the painful ache in his balls. Instead, it made everything ten times worse—and then a hundred times worse because Livy (proving yet again that she is a wicked fucking temptress) began to clench around his fingers.

Fuck.

Everything in the room fades away, his senses too busy imagining her on all fours, thighs spread wide, wet and willing in front of him. He can practically hear the crack of his hand as it connects with her round flesh; he can see the perfect way her arse wobbles in the aftermath; and he can feel the sweet relief when he finally slides home….

Alfie quickly removes his hand before he embarrasses himself.

The speeches are over and thank fucking god. It’s almost late enough to leave without raising suspicion.

Livy is by his side, looking for all the world like a perfect lady (albeit a scantily dressed one), but then she leans over and whispers in his ear, revealing her true nature.

“When we get in the car, darling, I want you to fuck my face.”

Alfie nearly chokes, sputtering on his drink. Livy coos and rubs his back, her voice sickly sweet.

“There, there, Alfie. That’s right, my love. Save the choking for me.”

Evil fucking minx.

His mind races with all the ways he’s going to punish her for this—thoughts that aren’t exactly helping his obvious arousal—but he’s beyond fucking caring. Alfie checks his watch one final time before roughly grabbing her by the elbow.

“We’re leaving,” he grunts, practically dragging her out the door.

“But Alfie!” Livy protests. “Shouldn’t we say our goodbyes?”

“I’ll send a cheque tomorrow. Now fucking move.”

They’re barely around the block when he leans forward, tapping Ishmael on the shoulder with his cane.

“Stop the car. Wait outside.”

Alfie’s voice is deadly calm but far from reassuring. Any air of respectability is long gone, along with his patience, replaced by something dark, almost feral. When he turns to face her, he looks every inch the dangerous gangster, the violent king of Camden Town.

Livy licks her lips, her pale skin trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation, and Alfie‘s lips curl under his thick beard. He let her have her fun, and now it’s his turn. He plans to make the most of it.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he commands.

His fingers thread through her flaming hair, dislodging the remaining pins, as he yanks her out of her seat. Alfie’s rough, but he doesn’t miss her slight smile, letting him know she’s exactly where she wants to be. That’s my good girl, he thinks, knowing it won’t be long until he wipes that look off her pretty face. He pauses to appreciate the view before freeing his cock and shoving it down the back of her throat.

His hips jerk as he’s enveloped in her warm wet mouth, the long-awaited pleasure washing over him in waves, only intensifying when he hears her gag and sputter. He snarls, tightening his grip and pinning her in place a moment longer before finally letting her up for air. Livy pulls back, gasping softly, looking up at him from beneath her long, thick lashes.

He briefly wonders how she manages to look so innocent and filthy at the same fucking time, but then she lowers her head, and he couldn’t care less.

After hours of relentless teasing, it’s clear he’s not going to last very long, but that’s fine. This is just the start of what he has planned for tonight, and if Livy has to wait a bit longer for her own satisfaction, all the fucking better. She wants to play games, so games they’ll play—until every inch of her is thoroughly used and abused, and she’s a wet, begging mess.

Starting right fucking now.

“Wider,” Alfie orders, releasing her hair and roughly gripping her jaw. When she doesn’t respond immediately, he gives her a short, sharp smack to the side of her face.

Livy gasps around his cock, but listens, stretching her lips obscenely wide. He hums, catching the dampness at the corner of her mouth and smearing it down her chin with his thumb. His balls tighten in anticipation.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns. “Now, be a good girl. Hands on my thighs.”

This time she doesn’t hesitate, and he growls with satisfaction, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting forward. A long, guttural moan escapes from his chest, along with a string of barely coherent curses, as she bobs up and down his aching cock.

He needs this, needs her, so fucking badly, and she takes him so well. As promised, Livy lets him fuck her face, moaning for more even as her eyes water and saliva drips from her red, swollen lips.

“You’re such a greedy little thing, ain’t ya, love? Desperate for my cock? Well don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you.”

He bucks his hips, hard, and she chokes before muttering something incomprehensible.

It’s that sound that pushes him over the edge. He grips her head and unloads down the back of her throat, ropes of thick cum that just keep coming, but Livy takes it all, sucking eagerly, hungrily, until he has to physically push her away.

“Easy, love, easy,” he pants as she brushes his sensitive tip, catching the last drop of his release on her tongue. Livy sits back on her heels and cocks her head slightly, eyes pleading, before moving to straddle his lap.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grunts, quickly regaining control and pushing her back in her seat. “You can sit and wait like a good girl.” His voice drops. “Make daddy happy, and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

Livy whimpers as Alfie bangs on the window, signalling for Ishmael.

Alfie can’t remember the last time he enjoyed himself quite this much.

He gets up from where he’s been kneeling between Livy’s thighs and wipes his mouth on his forearm. There are tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and sweaty wisps of scarlet hair stuck to her forehead. She’s trembling, making low keening sounds, muffled behind the soft fabric balled in her mouth.

“Well, that’s one way to finally shut you up,” he chuckles, admiring his handiwork before running a thick ringed finger through her dripping slit. Livy jerks violently as he brushes against her swollen bud, desperately seeking the friction and release she’s been chasing for hours.

“Now, what did I tell you about staying still?” Alfie scolds as his tone darkens. “I thought you were going to behave yourself. Are you a good girl, Livy?”

She nods frantically, but Alfie shakes his head.

“Nah, pet. I don’t think you are. Not yet, anyway. It looks like daddy needs to teach you another lesson.”

Livy’s eyes go wide, and she wrestles against him, but he easily overpowers her. “Shush now,” he mutters, pressing a gentle kiss against her damp forehead. He tenderly strokes the side of her face, tracing down the curve of her body before suddenly flipping her on her stomach.

Livy whimpers softly but lies perfectly still.

“Ah, she’s learning. Now lift your arse for me.”

She quickly obeys, and Alfie sits back on his heels, admiring the view. He’s rock fucking hard and, in truth, nearly as desperate as she is. But after the stunt she pulled tonight, he refuses to give in. He can hold off a bit longer if it means more of her, boneless and begging.

“Open up for me, pet,” he barks, slapping her thighs to spread her legs wider.

Livy does as directed, and her pitiful little whines are music to his ears. Alfie continues his relentless teasing, tracing her lips but stubbornly avoiding her aching clit. He leans forward, allowing himself one more glorious taste as he licks her from hole to hole—before bringing his palm down, cracking hard against her soft, round flesh.

A beautiful pink mark flushes on her pale skin, and he traces it with his finger. He can feel the tension in her muscles and knows how hard she’s working to stay still. For him. Fuck. He raises a hand and smacks the other cheek, leaving a twin stain.

She can’t hold back her cry this time, and he reaches up, forcing her to face him. Livy’s eyes are red-rimmed, there’s snot dripping from her nose, and all he can think is she’s never looked so fucking perfect. Alfie pulls the gag from her mouth, and his heart stops when he hears her tiny voice, just above a whisper.

“Alfie, please.”

And just like that, all games are off.

He spins her back around, cradling her gently in his arms as he kisses away her tears. Livy reaches for him, desperately weaving her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping her from drowning.

Their eyes lock, and his breath catches as he hitches her leg over his hip, finally giving her what they’ve both been waiting all night for.

Livy cries out as he fills her, and Alfie bites his cheek so hard he can taste blood. She’s never felt so hot, so tight, so wet around him … and oh fuck. She’s heaven, and she’s hell, and now she’s clenching him so tightly he forgets to breathe.

With what feels like his last conscious thought, he finds her swollen clit, and it only takes a few steady strokes before everything explodes. She drives her heels into the mattress and arches her back, pulling him deeper as she shatters around him. He quickly follows, burying his face in her neck, calling her name as his hips jerk and his mind goes blank.

Alfie finally collapses against her chest, feeling rather breathless and boneless himself. Livy’s hands have resumed their never-ending exploration of his broad shoulders, lazily stroking his skin as his heart returns to normal.

“Are you ok, love?” he asks, lifting his head to scan her over, checking her carefully for any marks requiring attention.

“Of course, darling! Better than ok,” she giggles, her voice thick like honey. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Alfie smiles because this beautiful, wicked, perfect woman never fails to surprise him. Livy raises an eyebrow before shaking her head and continuing to chat away.

“You know, Alfie, you were so worried about tonight. But I think it’s been quite a success, don’t you agree? Who knew one could have so much fun at the Jewish Community Centre?”

He groans, thinking about the damage control he’ll have to do after tonight and makes a mental note to add an extra zero to his annual donation. Livy is going to cost him a fucking fortune—and quite possibly his sanity—but as she pulls him down for another kiss, he knows she is absolutely, categorically worth it.

A/N: This is my first one shot (and probably the smuttiest thing I’ve written) so let me know if you enjoyed it!

Also, if you want to read more about Alfie and Livy, here is my masterlist.

Wanted to be on my tag list? Leave a comment and let me know if you want everything or just one shots (I only write for Alfie).Thanks for reading!

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tommydoesntpayforsuits · 2 years

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ALFIE SOLOMONS

HEADCANONS

What Alfie and Tommy would do in the bedroom with you (respectively)

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of dom/sub dynamic (brief), mentions of restraining devices (brief), Established Relationship, after sex, aftercare

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Hanukah Sameach

Alfie and Marina have a wonderful time with the kids for Hanukah. The kids are a handful, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t love every minute of it.

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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REQUEST INFO

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Smut, fluff, comfort, light angst

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PEAKY BLINDERS

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Arthur Shelby

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Beast - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Short.

We’re kicking off the smutty sleepover right now, besties! Here’s my first drabble request for the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off” chosen by my beautiful @potter-solomons!

Warnings - Female reader x Dom Alfie. Very, very dom Alfie! Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

Words - 565

“Look at you, my little princess. Fuckin’ dying for it, ain’t ya?”

Shifting against your restraint, the leather of his belt binding your arms behind your back, you nod, the gag of your own underwear pushed into your mouth preventing speech.

“Come sit on me.” He commands, taking your waist and guiding you to his thigh, your apex hot and wet with need against him. “Oh, you were hoping for this, eh?”

He takes his rigid cock, giving it a few pumps within the strong clasp of his ring adorned hand, staring you in the eyes as he does it, wringing pre-cum out, his other hand pulling the knickers from your mouth. “Speak.”

“Yes, Alfie. I want your cock, I want to ride it so badly, or for you to touch me. Please, just touch me!”

“Bit desperate, ain’t you?”

“Mmmm, always for you.” The heat of his thigh against your bare sex is torture, longing for him to sate you with fingers, or perhaps his skilled mouth, have his tongue lick the relief of divinity against you, but no. He is not forthcoming. He’s talked you into this state, his commands making your cunt puddle, and now, it would seem, it is your problem to deal with.

“If you want gratification so badly, then you’ll have to seek it yourself.”

You whine petulantly, Alfie giving you a little slap at the cheek in correction.

“Don’t be naughty, right?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Now, as I was saying. If you want it, seek it yourself. It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“May I?”

His eyes glitter at you like two smoky sapphires, the control he has over you making the dark skin of his cock flush, his chest heaving out a little with a shuddered breath. It’s killing him too, not to impale you upon it, but the sweet torture will make the end result all the more worth it. He has you exactly where you need to be.

“You may, princess.”

Tightening your thighs around his, you begin to rub yourself, the hot bulk of solid muscle giving your clit all the friction it needs to begin sparking, tingling as you grind, your mouth falling open as you gasp softly. Oh, it’s so delicious, the soft hairs adding to your stimulation, your whole body an absolute tempest of delight for that gratification.

You leave him slick, the unashamed gush from your cunt soaking him as your hips purl, staring at him, Alfie grasping your jaw and stealing smoking, messy kisses from you. “Yeah, you grind away, love. That’s what you needed, ain’t it?”

“Yes.” You pant, moving faster against him, riding that solid mass of thigh as if your life depends on it, grinding so hard, the press has you sparking to euphoria quickly, all that pent up arousal finally able to release.

And it does, soaking him as you wail, the leather belt creaking when your arms flex with exertion, his eyes never leaving yours as you cum hard on his thigh. It’s so magmatic, it even leaves him breathless.

“Mmmm, good girl. I suppose now it’s only fair you get to have a go on the beast, eh?”

He lifts you, positioning himself at your fluttering entrance, letting you slide down on him fully with a gasp. And what a beast that cock of his truly is.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Slytherin

Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn Rising

SFW

∴ Alfie would definitely try to intimidate you when you first met. I mean he’s intimidating all the time

∴ Your meeting was to help your childhood friend, Tommy Shelby, in a business deal with the infamous Solomons

∴ You weren’t in the slightest intimidated. You have a gift; a sense of perception, a heightened intuition ... some say you can see what others cannot. And it’s all true.

∴ Alfie was not used to this. Usually he was the truth-teller. The one who enlightens others with hidden knowledge or rather, information that others were trying to hide

∴ Alfie is more scared of you than you ever could be of him

∴ So basically you tell him what to do ...

∴ It’s because he respects you, he doesn’t actually fear you.

∴ He calls you ‘Dear’ and you call him ‘Alf’ or ‘Honey’

∴ You would definitely be apart of his business if you were interested

∴ He doesn’t know how to say no to you, and doesn’t really want to. Not in a ‘oh my god I’m scared what my wife will do to me’ type of way, but one where he adores you so much he can’t bear to oppose you

∴ Whenever you have arguments, he will start having conversations and add your voice in. He’ll do it really high-pitched and completely unrealistic.

∴ He only does that to get you to talk to him ... even if you are irritated

∴ You absolutely adore his dog, and sometimes you joke that you love him more than Alfie.

∴ I believe that Alfie really likes animals and when you move in, you have a wide array of pets. I’m talking 2, maybe 3 dogs, 2 cats, you feed stray foxes and I bet you have a chicken or two.

∴ Alfie really likes animals. He likes their nature - they’re true to themselves. Where people ... well they’ll lie and manipulate to get what they want

∴ Likes it when you fall asleep on him

∴ Oh and he loves laying his head on your stomach

∴ Making each other cups of tea and sitting outside, watching the sun go to sleep

NSFW 🔞 literally no minors, I’m your cool Aunt and I say go read a book. Maybe Shakespeare, it’ll help with your essays ...

∴ He is a dom. I think we can all agree on that.

∴ Alfie loves to dominate you in the bedroom because in any other area, you’re the boss

∴ Likes to be called daddy, and at first he was like “aye? what was that?” but then he just went with it

∴ He would love dirty talk. Especially making you squirm in front of others

∴ ALFIE LOVES HEAD, I mean he’d lay on the edge of the bed, while you knelt in front of him and think ‘this is heaven’

∴ Loves telling you what to do; get on your knees, open your mouth, spread your legs

∴ Oh my god the marks he leaves on your body ... the hickies in between your thighs, the ones on your neck ...

∴ He eats pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. And you are one of the best things he’s ever tasted

∴ Likes to suck on your clit until it feels swollen

∴ Alfie also likes to lick his fingers after them being inside you - and then putting his fingers into your mouth

∴ Oh and he also likes to kiss you after he’s cummed in your mouth

∴ His favourite position is doggy

∴ And god does he loves to grab onto your tits and play with them. Biting your nipples, sucking them and flicking them with his tongue

∴ You love it when he moans. And when he does, he doesn’t hold back

∴ Imagine coming back from work and as soon as you walk through the door, he has you up against a wall - his mouth on yours.

∴ His favourite place is to cum inside you, and likes to watch his cum dribble out of your pussy

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mxpseudonym · 4 years

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Hungry For It

Pairing: Alfie x Reader

Gender Expression: Gender Neutral!

Summary: You finally coax Alfie into letting you please him like this, and you’re not going to let him hold back.

Length: 1342 words (allegedly)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, cursing, dirty talk, deep throating/fallatio, “daddy” is used thrice, but this isn’t really a daddy kink situation... exactly

A/N: I’m so happy I could make this gender neutral so we all can be sluts for Alfie Solomons... together 🥺

"Breathe, darling."

Fuck, you always forgot that part. You took a shaky half breath through your nose as he pulled you off. You looked up at Alfie with dark eyes peaking through damp eyelashes. For someone who had to be coaxed into this, he was doing quite well at ordering you about.

You leaned back in for more, but Alfie held you with a firm first on your hair.

"Ah, ah, treacle. Take a second, won't you? One of us has got to protect that pretty throat of yours, yeah?"

Alfie nods to a glass of water off to the side then looks at the ceiling. He had to collect himself every now and again.

"Ain't a youngin' anymore, y/n," he said.

Not that you minded. You were in your apartment, and yet Alfie dominated the space. He was big and brawny, and nothing, not even him sitting naked in your kitchen chair like this, made him any less intimidating.

You took a sip from the glass while looking him over from your place on your knees between his legs.

What a man.

Alfie was a hairy, heavily tattooed man with muscles and a limp leftover from the war. He scared most people, your friends included. Yet, there wasn't a day you didn't want to be between his thick thighs one way or another. And that cock. Oh yes, it was what you were here for. It was thick and on the longer side. It made you drool just thinking about it.

Alfie's experience and ability alone made you want to earn his one release.

When Alfie let you, you swirled your tongue around his tip, taking a moment to appreciate the salty precum beading at the top. You took him in your mouth, bobbing a few times before taking it all. Your tongue laid against the underside of his shaft, opening yourself up to take more. You took a breath through your nose.

Alfie rutted into your mouth.

"Shit," he growled at the feeling.

This was new to him too. He never wanted to hurt you. He'd rather have harm come to himself than have that happen. But you moaned so desperately around him just when he did something he thought was too far.

Your mouth was hot around him, and the back of your throat massaging his head was bringing primal sounds out of the baker. You felt him get harder and twitch while he was inside of you. It made you feel good, accomplished, like working hard to please him was paying off. You wanted to stay down on him for at least a twenty count, and you were just about there.

Alfie let you up again, and you felt determined. It took a few asks, serious talk about precautions, and a set of rules to even make Alfie comfortable enough to do this with you. This was your third "session," and he loved it too, but you wanted him to stop holding back. You knew that Alfie had it in him to be a little mean. Spit dripped down Alfie's balls as you gasped for air. You took him in your hand and started stroking him steadily.

"Look at you, you're just a messy little harlot, ain't ya?" Alfie chuckled, his words still breathy. Desire shot straight to your lower belly at the filthy talk, and you loved it. That was something Alfie had picked up quickly. "Let's see it."

You looked up at him as a sniveling mess. Your face was all hot, and tears stained your cheeks. Your lips were a bit swollen and puffy now too. Alfie almost came right then. His disbelief led to him laughing and shaking his head at you.

"Fuckin' hell, you're hungry for it, ain't ya?" He asked, grasping his cock at the base in his hand. You licked your lips, unable to take your eyes from it.

"Yes, Sir," you said, amused at Alfie's smirk. You were still trying out names for him. Boss, captain, master- none had turned him on yet, but you'd find it. You always did. Alfie rubbed his head over your lips until you were whining in desperation. "Please let me have your cock, Alfie."

Alfie slowly wrapped his fingers around your chin in a firm grasp.

"You got a filthy mouth," Alfie said, his voice lower now. You moaned, looking up at him. This was it. This was Alfie Solomons taking the lead. He brought two fingers from his other hand up and wet them in his mouth before bringing them to your lips. Your eyes widened a bit, but your mouth dropped open with no hesitation.

Alfie Solomons slid his thick fingers over your tongue. You sucked on them, giving it your all even though he certainly knew what you were capable of. A moan left you when Alfie prodded even farther. He was force-feeding you his fingers, pushing in and out, prepping you for the real thing. His thick fingers pressed further into your mouth, making your eyes watered again. You groaned around his fingers, never breaking contact until he pulled out.

"Filthy little whore indeed," he said. To your surprise, Alfie wiped his hand on your cheek, and you felt your arousal spike.

"For you, daddy," you agreed.

There it was.

Alfie's eyes darkened at the word. Daddy. You supposed he was a caretaker, couldn't do a damn thing without his heart being in it.

"All I want is your cock. Can you fuck my mouth, daddy?" You asked, spurring him more even through your sniveling.

You opened your mouth with a moan, and Alfie took in a breath. If you weren't the most beautiful creature he'd seen, he wasn't sure he'd ever lay eye on whatever was better.

You were on his cock again, and you made sure to let him know how much you wanted it. You hummed around him and moaned, earning grunts from your burly man. You swallowed him for your twenty counts but pulled back, only to take a full inhale before going back in.

"That's it, darling. Take all of me, love," Alfie encouraged through clenched teeth.

He watched himself disappear into your mouth again, only to be released slicker and wetter than before. Alfie was almost lost in a trance when you put your hand over the one he used to cup your head. You motioned that you wanted him to push your head down, to guide you. You wanted him to fuck your throat as well as you knew he could.

"Fuck," Alfie all but shouted as he gave in.

He pulled you off of him, and you were almost disappointed until you saw he was simply adjusting in the chair. Closer to the edge, he could effectively thrust into your throat while moving your head down onto him.

You could hear the sloppy squelches and feel the saliva slipping down your neck. You gagged every now and then, which only encouraged Alfie. The caring man found himself letting go a bit. He trusted you just as much as you trusted him. If you needed the back away, you'd slap his thigh three times like you agreed. Until then, your jaw slacked, and your hands gripped his muscular thighs as he thoroughly fucked you.

This was perfect. This was everything.

Alfie's grunts got louder until he pulled you down entirely on his cock. Your nose squished against his pelvis, and he rutted into your throat deeper still, sending rope after rope of his come down your throat. You gave a loud guttural moan before he released you.

You took audible, ragged gulps of air while grounding yourself. The exhilarating outcome of teasing Alfie had left you a bit lightheaded. You looked up at Alfie, though, and he only chuckled. He patted your head softly.

"That what you wanted?"

You only moaned and nodded. You felt a little used and overall happy. Alfie grabbed a cloth and cleaned your face then pushed you towards the bed.

"Good, now let's see you strip, treacle. I want to taste ya."

#Alfie Solomons #Alfies Solomons Imagine #Alfie Solomons Smut #Peaky Blinders Smut #Peaky Blinders Imagine #dom!alfie solomons

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thepaperpanda · 4 years

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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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roachraveratgrave · 4 years

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Spending a lazy quarantine day sketching that one modern Alfie/Tommy AU where Alfie still has the weird chain glasses. Too lazy for tattoos. Thought you might enjoy :).

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mintjamsblog · 5 years

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Tommy comes to Margate again and somehow ends up playing a game of chess with Alfie despite knowing only very little about it and somehow it turns into a game of strip chess and Tommy pretends to be Very Mad About It.

This one rather got away from me I’m afraid....

First of all, Tommy is good at chess. Very good. I mean it’s a game that requires strategy and subterfuge, that requires a player to think at least ten steps ahead. Tommy was born for it. He hasn’t, however, played it all that often. Certainly not as often as Alfie has played it lately. Well, you have a lot of time on your hands when you’re dead. He has one board set up in the corner just for an ongoing game between him and Olly. They play via the telephone, mostly, the odd half hour when he visits, but mostly it’s calls. They keep a careful track of each others’ place via grid references. Alfie’s even taken to playing with the delivery boy from the grocery shop on occasion, when he’s craved something a little more intellectually stimulating than shooting birds.

Which is why it is particularly galling when Tommy has wiped out one bishop, a knight and a rook within the first two dozen moves.

But Alfie can bide his time because he is nothing if not patient. The exact opposite of Tommy. Tommy is playing like he cannot get this game over with quick enough. Which is not the point with chess, now, is it? And the thing is Alfie can see it coming. Can see him getting cocky, so fucking sure of his abilities that his concentration is slipping. A lot like what happened with that fascist to be honest, and that didn’t end well.

He can sense Tommy’s growing impatience as he slowly considers his next move. He’s not going to rise to it, Tommy came here so Tommy can damn well wait, but an idea is brewing in his mind.

”Alfie, just play your next move.”

Alfie just strokes at his beard. Another few minutes pass.

“Stop stroking your chin and get on with it.”

“My chin, yeah. One of the few bits of my face left undamaged. Quite fond of it as it happens.”

“Alfie, just play your goddam move or I’m gonna play it for you. S’fuckin’ obvious.”

“Did you know that chins, right, are uniquely human?”

Tommy just raises his eyebrows in a gesture that says what the fuck? He doesn’t actually roll his eyes, but he’d like to, Alfie can tell.

“Not even our nearest relatives, the apes, possess a bony protuberance beneath their teeth, which is interesting bec….” he doesn’t finish the sentence because Tommy has got out of his chair, reached over to Alfie’s side and moved his remaining knight to cover his queen. It has left Alfie, unusually, speechless. I mean it was exactly the move Alfie was going to make, eventually, but that doesn’t make what Tommy’s done any less mother-fucking rude.

“Well that is just very unsporting Tommy. Very fucking unsporting indeed. Gonna have to be some sort of penalty for that.”

Tommy is leaning back in his chair again with an amused expression on his face. He purses his lips and looks out of the doors momentarily and when he turns back he actually has the semblance of a smile on his face. “A penalty?” he says, reaching for his cigarettes.

“Yeah, mate. A penalty,” he repeats, feigning interest in the horizon for a moment. “A forfeit, if you will.”

“What kind of penalty, Alfie?”

“Think you’re gonna have to lose something, Tommy. Let me see. The jacket should do it.”

“Alfie, it’s fucking chess. I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“And the waistcoat, yeah. That can go too.”

“I’m not taking anything off unless you take one of my pieces.”

“Oh yes you are, mate,” he says, voice low and gravelly now, because he’s fucking onto something here.

There’s a long pause. Tommy’s lighting a cigarette but his eyes don’t stray an inch from Alfie’s. “Fine then,” he says suddenly. He clamps the cigarette between his teeth and roughly shrugs off his jacket, undoes his waistcoat. “S’not gonna help you win though,” he says, reaching over and playing his next move, swiftly.

Alfie surveys the board for a long time. He knows exactly what move he’s going to make but he’s enjoying Tommy’s agitation. Eventually he leans forward and takes one of Tommy’s pawns. “Shoes,” he says, without looking up.

He listens as Tommy reaches down and angrily undoes his laces. He mutters something indistinguishable as he kicks of the brogues before returning to the game in hand. He moves his queen.

Alfie cracks his knuckles loudly and then switches his king with his remaining rook.

“You can’t do that,” Tommy immediately interjects.

“Fuckin can mate, it’s called castling.”

“I know what it’s called, Alfie, but you can’t do it. You’ve already moved your king.” He’s goddam right of course, sharp as a knife that boy, but Alfie’ll be damned if he’s gonna admit it.

“No I haven’t,” he immediately replies.

“Alfie, you did it right at the start, when you were in check.”

“Nah, you’re dreaming it, mate. Must be getting on a bit, losing your memory.”

“I am not fucking dreaming it. Alfie you…”

“Trousers,” Alfie growls.

“You what?”

“Trousers. Off.”

“I came here, believe it or not, to talk business.”

“Oh, did you now? And you’ve never talked business without your trousers on, hmm?”

Tommy has the decency to blush slightly at that statement. Whilst looking endearingly pissed off.

“Stop complaining like some schoolgirl who’s been outsmarted by the class bully. Miss, miss, she cheated,” he mimics in a high pitched voice, which makes the change of tone that follows all the more effective. “Get them fucking off.”

The mocking has the desired effect; Tommy stands up and churlishly removes his woollen slacks, throwing them furiously over towards the fire.

Before he has a chance to sit back down Alfie tips up the chess board and lets all of the pieces slide noisily to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Alfie.” Tommy huffs. He looks genuinely exasperated, angry even, which is rather satisfying on a number of levels.

Oh dear, looks like you’ve lost a few more pieces,” Alfie says, voice ludicrously sincere. “Shorts,” he says, nodding decisively towards Tommy’s pelvis.

Tommy glares at him furiously but Alfie can see the cogs whirring, weighing up the options. He slides out of the cotton underwear until he’s gloriously naked from the waist down. Well, apart from the socks and garters, but that all rather adds to the effect.

“Now get the fuck over here and pick those up,” Alfie orders. When Tommy hesitates he decides to add a little incentive. “And if you’re a good boy, I won’t have to belt you while you’re down there. Be terribly hard to explain those noises to the nurse. She’s only in the parlour.”

Tommy drops to his knees at that, starts picking up the pieces as Alfie unbuttons his own trousers. He slaps them carelessly back on the coffee table where they proceed to roll off all over again. Alfie watches for a moment, amused, but impatience finally gets the better of him.

“For fucks sake, just get over here, I have something else you can attend to.”

Then he reaches over and grabs Tommy roughly by the hair, forcing him to crawl the last few inches towards the edge of the sofa. He pulls Tommy’s face into his groin and leans down to glare.

“Don’t worry, love, you’re still good for something,” he coos as he forces his half hard cock into Tommy’s mouth. “And you can fucking look at me while you’re warming my cock.”

Tommy lets out a muffled groan of frustration, as Alfie’s intention becomes clear. He starts to lick underneath the head and suck his cheeks in. Alfie grips his chin, hard and tilts him upwards slightly. “Did you misunderstand me Tommy? I want you to warm my cock. Not suck it.” Tommy stills his tongue obediently, his eyes burning with absolute fury.

“There, there,” Alfie tuts, tapping his cheek gently as he settles himself back against the sofa. “A little lesson in patience will do you the world of good, Thomas.” He reaches for the book on his side table and proceeds to read to himself. He can feel Tommy’s breath pulsing, sharp and fast, against his pubic bone. It’s like a gift from the fucking gods.

Ten minutes have passed before Tommy dares to protest. He licks again, long and slow, and it takes considerable restraint on Alfie’s part not to rut straight into his mouth. He doesn’t. Instead he reaches down and slaps Tommy’s cheek, daring him to try again.

When another ten minutes have passed he shifts his hips slightly, reminding the man at his feet that he is still watching. “D’you know, I fancy a cup of tea, Tommy,” he says innocently. Tommy moves as if to pull back but is swiftly held in place with a ringed hand in his fringe. “No need for you to move, lovely, I have staff for that, even here. Nurse!” he shouts abruptly. “We’ll take tea, in the living room please.”

“Right you are Mr Solomons,” comes the reply from deep in the house.

And if Tommy looked furious before he looks downright livid now. Or maybe it’s terrified. Hard to tell when he’s on his knees with a cock in his mouth. “You stay where you are for the next five minutes and I’ll let you get up before she comes in,” he says, without releasing his hair. “Can I trust you Tommy?” he asks quietly. “Because good boys get a reward?”

Tommy nods, just barely, cheeks flushing at the promised praise. The minutes tick by achingly slowly, Alfie feigning deep concentration in his book. When he hears footsteps approaching down the corridor he bucks his hips, signalling Tommy’s freedom to move. Alfie simply places his open book over his lap and smirks as Tommy scrabbles desperately for his clothes. There isn’t time, of course, he’s still on his knees when the nurse arrives, almost hiding behind the sofa.

“Don’t mind him, he knocked over the board,” Alfie offers, charmingly. “Just picking up the pieces aren’t you, Mr Shelby? My back’s not up to it you see.”

The nurse’s eyes flicker towards Tommy just briefly, and if she notes his state of undress she ignores it. “And you can go now, dear, once that’s poured,” Alfie says, “No need to stay until eight.”

When she leaves the room Tommy glares at him through gritted teeth, his entire face flushed red. “You fucking, fucking, cunt…” he hisses, but somehow they’re on each other within seconds, kissing deeply, angrily. And when the front door closes, the nurse has left, they stumble into the bedroom like a pair of desperate teenagers. The sex is hard and angry and satisfying, Tommy bent over the edge of the bed as Alfie slams into him, telling him how well he has done. When they later move onto the bed Tommy takes out his frustration on Alfie’s back, nails scraping hard and deep. It only spurs Alfie on to fast, to harder, which is no doubt exactly what he intended. They come together in a medley of grunts and curses and teeth and nails that finishes with a crushing embrace.

“Haven’t seen you so angry at me in a long time,” Alfie mumbles.

“You’re a cheat and a bastard,” Tommy replies as he lights a cigarette.

"I know. That's why you love me."

“She could fucking tell anyone.”

“Who, Dorothy?”

“Don’t give her a fucking name, that just makes it worse."

“She’s partially sighted ,” Alfie says, biting at a nail. “Can see fuck all bar what’s under her nose.”

Tommy slaps him so hard across his chest that it really should hurt, but all he can do is laugh. And laugh. And reach over to kiss Tommy gently. “Did as you were told, anyway though, didn’t you? Such a good boy.”

“Fuck off,” is all Tommy can say.

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