warnings:none??i think its too late at night and also having too much concert blues to double check so my apologies x
please enjoy!!!!
A-affection(how do they show affection?)
he shows affection subtly in public,a simple hand to your waist or fingers intertwined with yours.
in private however he is all over you.not even in a sexual manner,he just feels safe when he knows you’re there.his favourite thing to do is by far laying there heads touching talking about both of your days,though you end up doing most of the talking while he just admires you.
B-bestfriend?(what would they be like as a bestfriend?)
as bestfriends there would be a lot of insults that are banter.he definitely loves to annoy you with stupid stuff.but at the same time he is always there no matter how little or silly the situation may seem to him.
C-cuddles(do they like them?how do they cuddle?)
he is a big spoon in bed,apart from when he is battered and admits he wants to be little spoon to which you happily comply.
when he is big spoon he likes to hold you in his arms so tightly as if you’re gonna disappear if he lets go.
D-domestic?(do they want to settle down?)
absolutely,more then he wants anything.
he wants to write you vows,have a nice house on the outskirts of London,grow old and have a family together.he genuinely sees himself spending his whole life with you.
E-ending(how would they leave their partner?)
if they had to i think he would definitely overthink it for weeks and just blurt it out.
in the middle of eating breakfast he would just go
“this isn’t working out”and go back to his bacon sandwich or whatever he had that day.
or he would plan everything he was going to say and be so sweet about it you would question if this is a breakup.
no in between for will
F-fiancé(how quick would he be to propose?)
he wouldn’t rush it but he isn’t waiting around either.but if i had to put a timer on i would say from eleven months to two years is the gap that he most likely would propose in.
it would come to him in a random moment like when you are sat across from him playing a game and getting really wound up by it when he knows he’s gonna marry you.
g-gentle(how physically and emotionally gentle are they?)
he is so soft and gentle physically,almost like you are glass
if he ever accidentally hurts you he feels like a monster,you have to reassure him accidents happen and it is fine.
emotionally he is so gentle,never forces you to open up to him or tell him whats up but if you do,he listens not even trying to give you the same advice everyone gives that doesn’t really do much for you.
he is definitely a bit blunt about things sometimes but one thing will would never do to you is lie.
H-hugs(how often does he hug you?does he like them?)
he prefers laying in bed and cuddling but he can’t say no to a hug.he rests his arms on your waist or bottom area and shoves his head in the crook of your neck,oftentimes muttering something sweet that you can’t quite hear.
i-i love you(how fast did he say those 8 letters?)
he said it drunk for the first time about a month into your relationship.you just froze,obviously you love him too but if he took him being highly intoxicated to say it maybe he didn’t actually love you.
your overthinking about the previous night’s got cut off that morning when you made him a bottle of water to help with his hangover and his response was
“thanks sweetheart,love you”
you responded
“love you too will” very enthusiastically trying not to cry.
J-jealous(how are they when their jealous?does it take a lot?)
it doesn’t take much for will to be jealous,but to show that he is jealous is another story.he doesn’t wanna seem like an insecure boyfriend but sometimes he can’t help it.
he turns into a bit of a dick both to you and whoever you were talking to.
you can remember multiple occasions where will has punched a man for being very close with you.
definitely makes snarky comments for like a day after
“go fuck off with your new boyfriend then reader”
“practically shagged another man in front of my face”
he says to you,trying not to burst out laughing
K-kisses(what are their kisses like?where do they like to be kissed and kiss you?)
his kisses are either very slow and sloppy,or fast and easy.
he loves being kissed on his jawline and his chest too,and he loves kissing your belly,not a clue why he does but he adores doing it.he also kisses your neck an awful lot as well.
L-littles ones(how are they around children?)
he is so good with them,it makes your heart melt at the sight.
if theres babies or children at the family gatherings you go to,will is not far behind.
he wants to be a dad more then anything.
in fact after seeing how he was with little ones the first time even you wanted him to be a dad.
M-mornings(how are mornings spent with them?)
he is so moody on mornings and definitely just grunts for the first 30 minutes after waking up whenever you make the slightest noise.
he ends up just watching tiktok with you on your phone,half falling back to sleep.
n-nights(how are nights spent with them?)
he cannot shut up on nights either.loves saying whatever comes to his mind no matter how tired you are
“go to sleep will”you say
“i will”
“wait-“
“will i love you,but please shut the fuck up”
you say before you both burst out laughing and will carries on much to your dismay.
O-open(do they talk about their feelings?)
he tries to talk about his feelings all the time to you,but isn’t amazing at it.
sometimes he will just shut you out and theres nothing you can do about it..
P-patience(how easily angry are they?)
with everyone else it does not take much for him to be angry,but when it comes to you it takes a lot.
no matter how ‘difficult’ you are being,he always tries his absolute hardest to stay calm.when you are being fully unreasonable he has to put his foot down but thats not very often.
Q-quizzes(how much do they remember about you?)
he remembers everything you have ever ever told him,wether that be your favourite tv show or your favourite washing fabric.
he fully knows you inside and out and you wouldn’t have it any other way!!
r-remember(what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
definitely not a monumental moment at all.
probably just the two of you laid on the sofa playing a game on his phone and laughing for no apparent reason,a moment you have since forgotten about.
S-security (how protective are they?)
he is protective but not controlling.
you can live your life but if anyone is causing you trouble best believe will is there.
T-try(how much effort does he put in?)
oh he puts his all into the relationship.
somedays he isn’t 100% but somedays you aren’t too and that’s okay.
U-ugly(some bad habits he has?)
he is stupidly stubborn,when he decides he is right he sticks by that and doesn’t even try to see your point.
V-vanity(how bothered about his looks is he?)
he isn’t too obsessed but he does look after himself.
loves doing a cheeky sunday night face mask with you.
W-whole(would they feel incomplete without you?)
you are the constant in will’s life.
no matter what happens,you will be there.so to answer the question yes he would
X-xtra(random headcanon?)
learned how to french braid your hair very early on in your relationship and he loves to do it whenever you let him.
“can i please do your hair reader”
at least once a week
y-yuck(what are things they wouldn’t like in a partner and in general?)
in a partner a trait he doesn’t like is someone who thinks their better then everyone else and that goes for in general too.
z-Zzzzz(what is a sleep habit of his?)
sleeptalks your name at random points in the night
sometimes whispers it,sometimes he shouts it and never remembers doing it the morning after.
boy dad.young mum.one night stand.empty hospital waiting rooms.morning sickness.”shit im a dad”.3am trips to nowhere.slowly falling in love.insecurity.hard launch.in denial of being in love.hard rain.winter evenings.
standalones:
nothing here yet….
drabbles:
nothing here yet……
“you dont even know me”
“oh i know you,will”
WILLS GIRL…..
wills sweetheart.unnaturally blonde.spoilt rotten.#whoremembers.avid the neighbourhood supporter.met on a night out.heavy drinker.youngest sibling.vanilla scents.”daddy’s money”.very sensitive.not many real friends.berskha.
george’s mrs! blonde baddie. social media manager. yoga enthusiast. secondary school sweethearts. fresh-cut flowers. clean girl. gold jewelry. #1 michael jackson fangirl. podcast listener. hot girl walks. padel. floral scented perfumes. extrovert. sweet treats. shopaholic. always has a blank street in hand. corded earbuds. always on holiday. extremely competitive.
The thought of going for a sunbed and Willne walking out of a stand up makes me crease and idk why like that’s such Geordie behaviour as well like whenever I’m on the bed I think abt it
summary: activity schedule's change and you're forced to wrangle twenty kids at the lake with Arthur | Arthur x fem!reader
notes: Happy Friday! part 2 to the camp series! hope you enjoy :)
content: 2.2k wc, meddling friends, angst, some fluff, lots of kids
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The morning sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, and the piece of paper taped to your cabin door was too smug.
You stared at the updated activity schedule, coffee mug halfway to your lips, and felt your eye twitch.
10:00 AM – Lake activity (Cabins 4 & 7)
Co–Leaders: Reader & Arthur F
“No,” you said out loud to no one. “Absolutely not.”
“What’s wrong?” Emma called from inside the cabin, where your campers were slowly walking up.
“Nothing,” you lied, ripping the schedule off the door. “Just… a change in plans.”
A change in plans named Arthur.
You stormed toward the main lodge, where Margaret was inevitably having her morning coffee and pretending she hadn’t just ruined your day. But before you could make it three steps, Flo intercepted you, looking far too innocent.
“Morning!” She said brightly. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Don’t”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know about this.” You shoved the schedule at her. “Lake activity? With Arthur? Both our cabins?”
Flo studied the paper with exaggerated interest. “Huh. Would you look at that.”
“Flo.”
“What? Margaret makes the schedules, not me.”
“Margaret, who you were talking to for twenty minutes last night after dinner.”
“We were discussing… camp spirit?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You love me too much.” Flo looped her arm through yours, steering you away from the lodge. “Besides, it’s just one activity. Two hours, max. You can survive two hours with Arthur.”
“I survived four years of this rivalry. I can survive anything.” You pulled free, heading back toward your cabin. “But I’m not happy about it.”
“No one expected you to be!” Flo called after you, and you could hear the smile in her voice.
Arthur saw the schedule at 7:47 AM, which gave him exactly thirteen minutes before he needed to wake his campers for breakfast.
Thirteen minutes to process the fact that Margaret had assigned him to co-lead an activity with you.
He read it three times, hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something else. Anything else. They didn’t.
By 8:15, he’d cornered George outside the mess hall.
“Did you know about this?”
George looked at the schedule, then at Arthur, then back at the schedule. “About… the lake activity?”
“Don’t play dumb. You’re terrible at it.”
“I’m actually quite good at playing dumb, thank you very much.” George’s grin was infuriating. “And yes, I may have heard something about Margaret wanting to encourage more collaboration between cabins.”
“Collaboration?”
“Team building. Synergy. All those fun words.”
Arthur’s jaw tightened. “This is your doing. Yours and Bach’s and-”
“Mate, we’re just counsellors. We don’t make the schedules.” George clapped him on the shoulder. “But hey, look on the bright side. At least you’ll have help managing both cabins. That’s like, what, twenty kids? You love being prepared. This is very prepared.”
“Reader doesn’t do preparation.”
“Then maybe you’ll balance each other out.” George’s expression turned slightly more serious. “Look, I know you two have your… issues. But you’re both good at this job. Maybe it won’t be the disaster you think it’ll be.”
Arthur wanted to argue. Wanted to point out all the ways this could go wrong, all the reasons why you couldn’t work together, all the evidence from the past four years that proved this was a terrible idea.
But his campers were waiting, and Arthur was nothing if not punctual.
“Fine,” he said. “But when this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”
“I’ll take full responsibility,” George said, in a tone that suggested he would not.
By 10:00, you were standing at the lake with your campers, watching Arthur’s cabin file down the path with military precision. Of course, they were on time. Of course, they were already in their swimsuits with their towels folded identically. Of course, Arthur had probably already given them a safety briefing and assigned buddy pairs and colour-coded their suncream.
Your campers, by contrast, were a beautiful mix of mismatched towels and inside jokes and barely contained energy.
“Is it true we’re doing activities with Cabin Seven?” Jake asked, bouncing on his toes.
“Yep.”
“Are we gonna beat them?”
“It’s not a competition, Jake.”
“Everything’s a competition when Arthur’s involved,” Emma said wisely, and you couldn’t exactly argue with that.
Arthur reached the lake, clipboard in hand, looking unfairly put-together for someone who was about to spend two hours in the sun with twenty children. His eyes met yours for a fraction of a second before you both looked away.
“Morning,” he said stiffly.
“Morning,” you replied, equally stiff.
“Look, I’ve got a rotation planned out. Fifteen minutes per station, five minute breaks between them. I’ve sorted the kids by swimming level so everyone’s doing something they can handle, and-”
“Or,” you interrupted, “We could just let them pick what they want to do and move around when they feel like it.”
Arthur ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying not to get defensive. “Look, that’s… that’s not really a plan though, is it? I mean, I get what you’re going for. Freedom, spontaneity, all that. But with this many kids and only two of us?” He glances at his campers, then back at you, a bit of frustration creeping into his voice. “Someone’s gonna get hurt or left out, and then we’re the ones dealing with it.”
“Kids aren’t that fragile, Arthur.”
“I know that,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not saying they are. I just… I like knowing what’s happening. It helps me be useful instead of just standing around hoping nothing goes wrong. They can enjoy themselves and still be organised about it.”
“Not everything needs to be a military operation, Arthur.”
“It’s not about being military. It’s about making sure nobody drowns, and everyone gets a turn at everything.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to stay patient. “Look, structure doesn’t mean no fun. It means-”
“Excuse me!” A small voice cut through your argument. One of Arthur’s campers, a girl named Sophie, was raising her hand like she was in class. “Are you two going to fight the whole time? Because if so, can we just start swimming?”
The entire group of campers stared at you expectantly.
You felt your face heat. “We’re not fighting.”
“You’re definitely fighting,” Jake said helpfully.
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely embarrassed. “Okay, fair point. We’re… we’re bickering. But it’s not a fight, it’s just-” He glanced at you, then back at the kids. “We have different approaches, that’s all.”
“You’re fighting,” Emma corrected. “Our counsellor and you always fight.”
“They’re like an old married couple,” Another camper added, and several kids giggled.
You wanted the lake to swallow you whole.
Arthur looked like he was doing complex mental math to avoid acknowledging what had just been said.
“Right,” you said, clapping your hands together. “How about this. Arthur’s groups can do their rotation, and my campers can free swim, and we’ll see how it goes.
It was kind of a compromise, which was hard to offer. But Arthur looked equally pained to accept it, which made you feel slightly better.
“Fine,” he said.
“Fine,” you echoed.
The campers exchanged glances that said they knew something you didn’t.
Twenty minutes later, Arthur’s structured rotation had collapsed into cheerful chaos, and your free swim had organised itself into an impromptu relay race.
“I don’t understand,” Arthur muttered, watching his carefully planned groups dissolve as campers from both cabins started mixing together. “I had a system.”
“Kids don’t care about systems,” you said, but there was less bite in it than usual. You were too busy watching Emma teach one of Arthur’s campers how to do a handstand in the shallow water.
“Clearly.” Arthur made a note on his clipboard, then seemed to realise how ridiculous that was and put it down. “Although I suppose they are… having fun.”
“Was that painful to admit?”
“Excruciating.”
You bit back a smile.
A shriek from the water made you both turn. Two campers – one from each cabin – were arguing about relay race rules, voices getting louder.
You moved at the same time Arthur did, both of you wading into the water.
“Hey, hey,” you said, reaching the kids first. “What’s going on?”
“He said our team cheated!” one of your campers, Maya, said indignantly.
“We didn’t cheat,” the other camper, one of Arthur’s, protested. “You false started!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Okay,” Arthur said, his voice calm and authoritative in a way that made both kids stop arguing immediately. “Let’s review what happened. Maya, you went before the whistle, correct?”
Maya’s face fell. “I thought I heard it.”
“That’s an honest mistake,” Arthur continued. “But in competitive swimming, a false start means the team has to restart. That’s the rule.”
You expected Maya to argue, but instead, she just looked disappointed. Before you could step in, Arthur crouched down to her level.
“But,” he said, “Since this isn’t a competitive swim meet, and we’re all here to have fun, I think we can let it slide this time. As long as everyone agrees to listen for the whistle going forward.”
Both campers nodded eagerly, crisis averted and ran back to their teams.
You stared at Arthur. “Did you just… bend a rule?”
He looked caught, running a hand through his hair. “I mean… technically, I was just being reasonable about it.”
“You bent a rule.”
“Okay, yes, fine, I bent a rule.” He glanced away, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “But in my defence, the rule exists for actual competitions, and this is just-” He stopped, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile. “I sound ridiculous, don’t I?”
“Completely ridiculous.”
“The point is, she’s eight. She tried her best. And sometimes…” He trailed off, then looked back at you with something almost vulnerable in his expression. “Sometimes the spirit of the thing matters more than the letter of it.”
“Arthur Frederick made a judgment call that prioritised fun over rules. I need to record this monumental moment.”
“Don’t you dare.” But there was something in his expression that wasn’t quite annoyance. Almost like he was fighting a smile.
You turned away before you could analyse that too closely.
The relay race resumed, and you found yourself standing next to Arthur at the water’s edge, both of you watching the campers. Somewhere along the way, you’d fallen into an easy rhythm – you’d call out encouragement, and he’d keep track of the teams, you’d help a struggling swimmer, and he’d make sure everyone stayed hydrated, you’d crack joke, and he’d maintain order.
It shouldn’t have worked.
It definitely shouldn’t have felt natural.
“Your campers are good swimmers,” Arthur said after a moment.
“So are yours.” You paused. “Sophie’s got real potential. Has she done competitive swimming?”
“Her parents mentioned it. I’ve been encouraging her.” Arthur glanced at you. “Jake’s got good instincts in the water. Natural leadership.”
“Yeah, he does.”
It was possibly the first civil conversation you’d had in four years.
From the dock, you could see Liv and Bach watching you both with identical expressions of barely contained glee. Flo was with them, and even from this distance, you could see her grinning.
You were going to kill all of them.
“I think we’re being set up,” Arthur said quietly.
“Oh, definitely.”
“Should we… do something about it?”
“Like what> They’re not technically breaking any rules. They’re just annoying.”
Arthur’s mouth twitched. “No, they’re just being incredibly obvious.”
“Subtlety has never been Bach’s strong suit.”
“Nor Liv’s.”
You both watched the campers for another moment, and you tried to ignore how comfortable this felt. How easy it was to stand next to Arthur and just… exist without fighting.
“This doesn’t change anything,” you said, but your voice came out quieter than you intended. “Between us, I mean. This was just… today was just a one-off.”
Arthur was quiet for a long moment. He shifted his weight, gripping his clipboard a bit tighter. “Right. Yeah. Obviously.” He cleared his throat. “We have different approaches to camp, and that’s- that’s fine. We can work around it when we have to.”
“Exactly when we have to.”
“Yep,” Arthur added, but he didn’t sound convinced. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “The campers benefit from having too different perspectives, so-”
“So we’re professional about it.”
“Professional.” He nodded, but he still wasn’t looking at you. “That’s all this is.”
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe yourself. But standing there in the aftermath of actually working together, actually laughing together, it felt like you were both trying to stuff something back into a box that had already been opened.
“Right,” you said finally. “Professional.”
When Emma’s team won the relay race and both cabins erupted into cheers, you and Arthur exchanged a glance that was almost fond, but you both looked away quickly. Like acknowledging it would make it real. Like if you didn’t hold each other’s gaze too long, you could keep pretending this was just about the kids.
But your heart was racing, and you were pretty sure his was too.
( content warnings : 18+ mdni , sexual content , cum play, dominance, praise, good girl kink, etc, )
( a/n ) : ffs this is taking too long can u guys, pls just lock in and like read this, i promise i'll be nice and accommodating to all ur anons from now on okay guys trust me 😢
AFTERCARE, what they're like after sex
Alfie's dominant exterior melts away into a surprisingly tender aftercare routine, though he maintains his fun persona even in the intimate moments. He'll pull you flush against his muscular chest, stroking your hair as he calls you his "good girl" or "angel" in that rough voice of his. His strong arms, which were just pinning you down moments ago, now wrap protectively around you as he checks in with that serious voice he reserves only for you "You alright there, bunny? Need anything?" He's surprisingly attentive, noticing every shiver and whimper, responding with kisses and whispered praises about how well you took everything he gave you.
BODY PART, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's
Alfie is obsessed with his biceps and arms (why he LOVES going to the gym) he loves watching them flex as he holds you down or lifts you into positions. He'll often make you watch him in the mirror (his bedroom one ;)) as he flexes, grinning when you bite your lip at the sight. On you, he's absolutely fixated on your tits and thighs. He loves leaving marks there, claiming you as his, and will spend hours kissing your inner thighs before he munches on your pussy. He also loooooves grabbing your tits as you're in cowgirl, they're his favourite thing to look at, his eyes light up when he sees you in a low cut top. "These pretty n perfect tits belong to me, hm?" he'll growl against your skin as his fingers trace the marks he's left behind.
CUM, anything to do with cum, basically
Alfie is possessive about his cum, he sees marking you with it as claiming territory. His favorite is finishing inside you, watching it drip out afterward, which he'll often push back in with his fingers. "Look at that, angel. All mine," he'll murmur, his green eyes dark with satisfaction. He also loves finishing on your face n tits (once again, he just loves em), making you keep your eyes open as he covers you. The sight of you marked with his cum drives him absolutely wild, and he'll often take pictures on his phone (with your permission) to admire later when he's away from you in america or on boys trips.
DIRTY SECRET, pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs
Alfie secretly loves when you "accidentally" send him nudes while he's recording YouTube videos. The risk of accidentally showing them on the pod with all the different camera angles or having to abruptly end a video because you've sent him something that makes him hard gets him off like nothing else. He'll rush through filming, sometimes making obvious mistakes in his videos that his fans comment on, all because he's desperate to get home and punish you for distracting him. "You're gonna pay for that when I get home, girl," he'll text back, already adjusting himself in his pants.
EXPERIENCE, how experienced are they? do they know what they doing?
Despite his confident exterior, Alfie's experience was somewhat limited before you mostly one night stands that never went anywhere. But he's a natural, with an understanding of bodies and what makes people tick. He learns quickly, studying your reactions. "Tell me what you like, bunny. I wanna be the best you've ever had," he'll say, genuinely wanting to please you despite his dominant nature. His gym work means he has excellent body awareness and stamina, which more than makes up for his initial lack of technique.
FAVORITE POSITION, this goes without saying
Cowgirl is Alfie's absolute favorite, he loves the view of your tits bouncing with every roll of your hips. The power dynamic of you riding him, taking your pleasure while he lies back and watches, drives him absolutely insane. He'll grip your waist, helping you grind down on him, his thighs flexing as he meets your movements. "That's it, darling, ride me just like that," he'll growl, his green eyes glued to your chest. He can't resist reaching up to palm your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they're sensitive. His second favorite is reverse cowgirl, not just for the view of your arse, but because he can reach around to play with your clit while watching your back arch in pleasure, still getting a side view of your tits with each thrust.
GOOFY, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
Alfie maintains his dominant persona most of the time, but his normal personality occasionally shines through with unexpected jokes or commentary mid thrust. He once stopped mid sex to say "You're such a.. a fucken rocket n shit" before continuing as if nothing happened. These moments of humor, though rare, show the playful side beneath his dominant exterior and always leave you laughing even as he's stretching you open. He loves it when you laugh with him during sex, finding it incredibly intimate that you can share these moments together.
HAIR, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.
Alfie keeps his body hair natural but trimmed, the brunette hair on his chest trails down to a thick thatch at the base of his cock, which he keeps neat but not completely bare. He loves it when you run your fingers through his chest hair or tug on it during sex. "Like that, girl? Pull it harder," he'll groan, his green eyes rolling back as you grip the hair on his chest. He's proud of his masculine appearance and wouldn't dream of waxing or shaving completely, finding it unnatural (as we know from snap)
INTIMACY, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect
Despite his dominant, often rough approach to sex, Alfie is surprisingly romantic in his own way. He'll pause mid-thrust to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he murmurs how much he needs you. "You're mine, angel. All fucking mine," he'll say, his voice thick with emotion as he looks into your eyes. After particularly intense sessions, he'll hold you close, tracing patterns on your skin as he talks about your future together, his usual performance voice softening as he shares these vulnerable moments with you.
JACK OFF, masturbation headcanon
Alfie masturbates frequently when you're not around (i mean... come on), often to the videos you've made together or the pictures you've sent him. He loves edging himself for hours, watching porn that reminds him of you while imagining all the things he'll do to you next time he sees you. "Can't stop thinking about your tits n bein in you" he'll groan as he strokes himself, his muscular chest heaving. He's particularly loud when he masturbates alone, knowing no one can hear him as he calls out your name and talks dirty to the empty room.
KINK, one or more of their kinks
Alfie has a serious praise kink - he loves being told how good he's making you feel, how big he is, how no one's ever fucked you like this before. It inflates his ego and makes him even more dominant. "Tell me how good it feels, angel. Tell me how much you love my cock," he'll demand, his green eyes burning into yours as he drives into you. He's also into breath play, not choking, but covering your mouth or nose briefly to control your breathing, loving the way you look at him with complete trust as he takes charge of your very breath.
LOCATION, favorite places to do the do
Alfie's favorite place is definitely your shared bed, he likes the comfort of being in your space. But he gets a thrill from semi-public places, particularly places like pubs or bathrooms n shit. "Wanna fuck you right here. Mark this place as ours," he'll growl, bending you over the sink, The risk of someone walking in, combined with the memories of him and his mates mucking about, makes these encounters particularly intense for both of you.
MOTIVATION, what turns them on, gets them going
Nothing turns Alfie on faster than you challenging his dominance, even playfully. If you tease him about something or refuse to do what he says, his green eyes darken and his jaw clenches. "Think you're funny, don't you, bunny? We'll see who's laughing when I'm spanking your arse red," he'll growl, already hard at the thought of putting you back in your place. He's also incredibly turned on by you wearing his clothes, particularly his hoodies or t-shirts, which look baggy and sexy on your smaller frame.
NO, something they wouldn't do, turn offs
Alfie has a hard line against sharing you with anyone else, he's intensely possessive and the thought of you with another person, even if he's involved, makes him so upset. "I don't give a fuck, you don't belong to anyone but me? you know that, so why even try suggest otherwise?," he'll growl if you even joke about a threesome. He also won't do anything that truly degrades you, while he loves calling you names during sex (my dirty little slut etc.) and being rough, if he senses you're genuinely hurt or upset, he immediately stops, his dominant persona dropping as he checks on you with genuine concern.
ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
Alfie absolutely loves receiving oral (slops activated) - he'll grip your hair, controlling the pace as he fucks your mouth, watching with dark eyes as you take him deeper. "That's it, darlin. Take it all, mmph good girl," he'll groan, his thighs tensing. But he's equally enthusiastic about giving oral, loving the way you taste and the sounds you make when his tongue is inside you. He'll spend hours between your legs, his beard goatee thing leaving marks on your inner thighs as he brings you to orgasm again and again with his talented mouth.
PACE, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
Alfie typically favors a fast, rough pace, he loves the sound of skin slapping against skin, the way your body jolts with each powerful thrust. His build means he can maintain this pace for what seems like hours, his muscular arms and legs working tirelessly as he drives into you. But when he's feeling particularly possessive or romantic, he'll slow down to an almost torturously sensual rhythm, making you feel every inch of him as he looks deep into your eyes. "Look at me while I'm inside you, angel. Wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum," he'll murmur, his usual accent softening as he connects with you on a deeper level.
QUICKIE, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
Alfie isn't a fan of quickies, for him, sex is an experience to be savored, not rushed through. He needs time to work you up properly, to tease you until you're begging for it, to explore every inch of your body. "Why rush something this good? Got all the time in the world to worship your body," he'll say when you suggest a quickie before he has to leave for a recording session. That said, if he's particularly worked up from teasing you all day, he might pull you into a bathroom for a rough, quick fuck, but he'll make it up to you later with an extended session when he gets home.
RISK, are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.
Alfie is always down to experiment, especially if it involves pushing boundaries or exploring power dynamics. He loves trying new positions, new locations, new toys, anything that keeps things exciting between you. He's particularly interested in light bondage and impact play, loving the way you respond when he restrains your hands or when he spanks your arse. "Tell me if it's too much. But I think you like it when I'm rough with you," he'll say, testing your limits as you squirm beneath him. He's always attentive to your reactions, stopping immediately if he senses you're uncomfortable despite his dominant nature.
STAMINA, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
Thanks to his build and high sex drive, Alfie has incredible stamina, he can easily go multiple rounds without needing much of a break between them. He'll often set aside entire evenings just for sex, planning to fuck you in every room of the flat, in every position he can think of. "Gonna make it so you can't walk straight tomorrow, girl. Mark my words," he'll grin as he carries you to the bedroom for round three. He particularly loves edging both you and himself, prolonging the pleasure until you're both begging for release, then pushing you over the edge again and again until you're completely spent.
TOYS, do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
Alfie isn't much for toys, keeping only a single, sleek vibrator in his nightstand. He rarely brings it out, and when he does, it's more for a specific purpose than for regular play. For Alfie, nothing compares to the feeling of you, the warmth of your body, the way you grip him, the sounds you make when he's inside you. He finds toys distracting, a poor substitute for the real connection he craves. "Why would you want plastic when you have me?" he'll murmur, his voice low and possessive as he pushes the toy aside to pull you closer. He wants to be the one to make you fall apart, to watch your face as he brings you to the edge with his hands, his mouth, his cock. The idea of using a toy on himself is a complete turn-off; he has no interest in detached, mechanical pleasure when he could be buried deep inside you instead. For Alfie, sex is about intimacy and connection, and toys just get in the way of that.
UNFAIR, how much they like to tease
Alfie is an absolute master of teasing, he loves working you up until you're desperate for him, then drawing out the anticipation even longer. He'll touch you over your clothes for what feels like hours, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs as he whispers exactly what he plans to do to you. "Look how wet you are already. Haven't even touched you properly yet," he'll grin, his green eyes dark with satisfaction at your desperate whimpers. He particularly loves teasing you in public, a hand on your thigh under the table at dinner, a whispered promise in your ear at a party, knowing you have to wait until you're home for him to follow through.
VOLUME, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
Alfie is surprisingly loud during sex - he's not one to hold back, groaning and grunting with each thrust, his deep voice echoing through the room. He's particularly vocal when he's close to cumming. "Fuck, reader. So tight. Gonna fill you up," he'll growl, his muscular chest heaving as he pounds into you. He loves hearing you be loud too, encouraging you to scream his name as he fucks you. "Let the neighbors hear who's making you feel this good. Want everyone to know you're mine," he'll demand, his green eyes burning with possessive pride.
WILD CARD, a random headcanon for the character
Despite his dominant persona, Alfie has a secret soft spot for after-sex cuddles - he loves being the big spoon, wrapping his muscular arms around you as you both drift off to sleep. He'll often trace patterns on your skin, his voice softening as he murmurs about his day or asks about yours. "Never thought I'd have this, you know? Someone like you who puts up with my shit," he'll admit quietly, his green eyes vulnerable in the dim light. These moments of intimacy are rare but precious, showing the loving man beneath the exterior.
X-RAY, let's see what's going on under those clothes
Alfie is big, thick and long, with a slight curve that hits all the right spots inside you. he has prominent veins that you can feel when he's inside you. His balls are big, swinging with each thrust as he pounds into you. "Like what you see? This is all yours," he'll grin when he catches you staring, already hardening under your gaze. He's particularly proud of his size, loving the way you stretch to accommodate him, the way your eyes widen when he first enters you.
YEARNING, how high is their sex drive?
Alfie has an incredibly high sex drive, he's ready to go at virtually any time, any place. He thinks about sex constantly, his mind always wandering to you and the things he wants to do to you. He'll often get hard at random times during the day, thinking about your last encounter or fantasizing about the next one. "Can't stop thinking about that tight pussy. Need to be inside you again," he'll text you in the middle of the day, already adjusting himself in his pants. He particularly loves morning sex, waking you up with his mouth or fingers, his morning wood pressing against you as he murmurs dirty promises in your ear.
Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
Alfie typically falls asleep quickly after sex, but not before making sure you're comfortable and satisfied. He'll clean you up gently, get you water if you need it, then pull you close against his muscular chest. "Sleep now, angel. Need you rested for round two in the morning," he'll murmur, his green eyes already heavy with sleep as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He's a deep sleeper, his muscular body completely relaxed as he holds you close, his soft snores the only sound in the room as you both drift off in each other's arms.
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