“For a man who looks scruffy and comes across as tough, you’re a giant teddy bear, Alfie Solomons.” SHE IS SO REAL FOR THIS BC FACT!!!
“Teddy bears are furry my love,” “Just like you, my furry, fluffy teddy bear.” Oh how I wish I was her 😭
Drabble 05 | Alfie Solomons
Request: @/babaohhhriley
Word Count: 206
Warnings: None
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“For a man who looks scruffy and comes across as tough, you’re a giant teddy bear, Alfie Solomons.” Y/N says as she wraps her arms around him as though he’s a giant teddy.
“Only for you,” he says leaving a kiss to her head, his scruffy beard scratching against her skin. "Only you're allowed to cuddle me like a teddy bear."
“We can’t have everyone else finding out how much of a softy you are,” she adds, teasingly.
“You’re lucky I love you so much.” He moves his hands to cup her face. He tilts her head backwards.
“I love you too, Mr Solomons,” she smiles. “But have you ever considered shaving?”
He looks at her like she’s lost the plot, “Have I ever considered shaving? You said you love my beard and the way it tickles your skin. What the fuck are you on about? Have I ever considered shaving?” he lets out a scoff at the end of his little rant and rave.
“I’m going to take that as a no,” she continues to smile, taking no offense to his offense.
“Teddy bears are hairy,” he scoffs again.
“Teddy bears are furry my love,” she chuckles. “Just like you, my furry, fluffy teddy bear.”
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very much still in love w Alfie and very much still wishing I was living in domestic bless with the ruggedly handsome bear that is Alfie Solomons 😭❤️
Drabble 09 | Alfie Solomons
Request: from @/liliac-dreamer
Word Count: 250
Warnings: none
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“I suppose you want your shirt back,” Y/N smirks, sitting propped up by the pillows on their bed. She’s sitting in her panties and the shirt Alfie had been wearing before she lured him back into bed. The buttons are undone, and the shirt is barely covering her.
“Keep it. It looks better on you," he tells her, pulling out a clean shirt from his dresser.
“How can I keep it when we live together. Once it’s been through the wash, it’ll go right back into your dresser,” she chuckles keeping up with the playful banter they have going on.
“Put it in your dresser,” he suggests. “That way it’ll be yours.”
“What if I don’t want it to be mine?” she asks, moving off the bed and over to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, she places a kiss on his back. “What if I want to keep stealing it from you?”
“That’ll be a sin and I’ll have to punish you,” he says.
“What will this punishment entail?” she asks, her hands moving under the new shirt she’s wearing.
“You’ll find out when I get home,” he tells her, moving out of her grasp before she lures him back to bed once more. “I’ll have all day to think about it.”
“Don’t let it distract you,” she chuckles as she buttons up the shirt she’s wearing before following him to the door. Giving him a kiss goodbye, she whispers, “Have a good day, my love.”
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HOLY HOTNESS 🥵🔥Cillian has been doing so many campaigns and photoshoot lately and I love it so much bc it's gives inspiration for steamy, delicious fics like this!!! So in love w this ❤️
Congrats on 6K, Liv 🎉🎉 Could I pls request a GIF blurb with this amazing inspo?
This gif just melts me! I'm sorry, but I only had naughty thoughts for this.
The Scarf
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader
Warnings- Mature Content, sexual language and roleplay. It's fiction!
It had been a long day for you both. Cillian had been working on a photoshoot, for Versace. You had accompanied him to the shoot, so you could spend the day together. You were also an actress, and had planned your schedule so you could have some time off.
Cillian had been working solidly for months. Between promoting Oppenheimer, and attending various award shows. It felt like you had barely seen each other. But now, was your time. You didn't mind attending days like this with him. And loved watching him pose, for the photographs. Even if it wasn't his favourite part of the job.
You thought he was a natural. Watching him chat with Donatella Versace, you couldn't help smile with pride.
For the last shot of the day, Cillian had been dressed in a black suit, and white vest. His gold necklace you had gifted him, on full display. Matching his gold wedding ring. Which he had refused to take off for the shoot.
He hated not wearing it, for a character. And he was being himself today. You secretly loved the fact, he kept his ring on. It was a symbol of love, a symbol to mark he was your man.
Watching him parade around the studio, you had to squeeze your thighs together. That damn scarf, was getting you hot and bothered. All you could think of was biting down on it, while he fucked you hard.
Taking a sip of your water bottle, you attempted to cool down. Deciding to distract yourself, you moved over to the monitor to look at the camera photos. Feeling Cillian rest his arm around your shoulders.
“All done, babe,” he stated, nuzzling into your neck. His skin brushing against yours.
Not afraid to show affection, in front of the crew. “The photos look amazing, I’m going to be the envy of every woman in the world,” you teased, watching him blush.
“Ah stop, let’s go home,” he winked, taking your hand.
Exiting your en-suite later that night, you giggled to yourself. Cillian was sitting up in bed reading, bare chest on display. Looking over to you, he frowned.
“What’s funny?” He queried, putting his book on his lap.
“Oh nothing,” you giggled, pumping some hand cream into your palm.
“Babe. It’s only funny if you share the joke, ya know?” He informed you, awaiting your response. Reading abandoned, you had now sparked his interest.
Sighing, you bit your lip rubbing your hands together. Rubbing the remainder of the cream, along your forearms.
“I guess…” you began, “I’m just…”
“Just?” Your husband asked, eager for you to share the joke.
“In a naughty mood,” you confessed, going back into the bathroom. Actually beginning to feel unsure, about what you had done.
“A naughty mood?” He repeated, climbing from the bed. “Good naughty? Or?” Leaning across the doorframe, he raised his eyebrow.
“Shall I show you?” You giggled again, pushing him back towards the bed. Cillian now getting excited, over what was to come. As he lay back, you climbed on top. Straddling his hips.
“I have a present for you,” you grinned, briefly leaning down to kiss him.
“Ah yeah?” He asked, “Show me,” Lifting his hands, you ran them across your body. From your neck, to your breasts, over your stomach, along your thighs.
"You have to find it," you smirked, raising your eyebrow in a wiggle. "It's on me... somewhere..."
Lifting the hem of your silk nightie, he swiftly lifted it from your head. Revealing your naked breasts, leaving you in just a lace thong. Nipples instantly standing to attention, with the cold air.
"Hmm, you haven't got much on my love," he chuckled.
Sitting up to pull you flush against his chest. Your breasts grazing across his own nipples. Wriggling your ass, you took his bottom lip between your teeth. Just gently nibbling....
"I have one thing left, Cill," you informed him, taking his hand to the front of your panties. "Inside here,"
You could already feel his erection growing, brushing against your leg.
"Mmm, I like this little game," he smiled, licking his lips. Hooking his forefinger into the front of your panties, Cillian gasped.
"You naughty girl,"
Pushing you onto your back, he hovered over you. "That's me, I've been a bad, bad, girl," you confessed with a little moan.
There it was... the scarf from the photoshoot. The same scarf, that cost hundreds of pounds. And was meant to be used, just for the photoshoot.
It was not your property, not his property.
Pulling the scarf from inside of your panties, he dragged your panties along your leg. "You have, haven't you?" he growled, voice deep rumbling against your cheek. His lips landing on your neck.
"What do you think you need?"
Holding the scarf above your midriff, he dragged it along your skin. Gently letting it roam, over your hardened nipples. Earning the response he wanted, another moan leaving your mouth.
"I need to be punished, I'm such a bad girl," you groaned, arching your back, as he rubbed the scarf against your pussy.
Already pulsing with desire.
"Turn over," he warned you, smacking your ass as you did.
"Yes Sir, anything you say," you cooed, wiggling your ass in the air for him.
"You fucking know it," he growled in his Tommy Shelby voice, smacking your ass again. Knowing the effect, his character's voice had on you. Scrunching the scarf up, he leant over you, his weight pushing you into the bed.
"More," you whined. Even the friction of your nipples, against the sheets was sending you spiralling. Another smack on your ass, had you begging for more.
"Open that dirty mouth and spread your legs," Cillian ordered you, again using his Tommy voice.
"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir," you answered, quickly obeying him.
Letting him push the scarf into your mouth, able to taste your own juices. Pumping his hard cock in his hand, Cillian watched you wriggling beneath him.
"You stay still now, you think you can take it?" he asked, desperate to slam into you.
"Hmm, hmm," you mumbled eagerly.
His fingers digging into your thighs as he spread your moist, pink lips apart. Before slamming fully into you, in one movement. His cock disappearing, inside of your saturated hole. Instantly you squirted on him.
Your moaning and calling out his name, muffled from the scarf. This was what you had wanted all day. Pulling out, Cillian pushed back inside of you, hitting your g-spot.
“Could cum in you already, this is how fucking wound up you got me, baby girl,"
Pulling the scarf out, you looked back up at him. "Fill me up, give me every last drop of the cum," you begged, moaning louder. His balls slapping against your ass cheeks.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned, grabbing your hips.
Pounding and pounding, his heart racing fast. Hair sticking to his head. "Here it comes," He stiffened spilling his seed into you, collapsing on top of you.
“It’s going to drip out of you,”
Both out of breath, Cillian unwillingly pulled out of you. He watched his creamy seed, dripping along your thighs. Reaching for the scarf, he handed it to you. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Now clean yourself up, I want to see," he winked, watching you follow his order...Just like you always did.
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