#alfie bear

[potter-solomons]

the lighting in this scene.

#the alfie in this scene #tom hardy #facepuller #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #alfie #alfie bear #teddy bear solomons

[ninja-potato-shelby-solomons]

#yes I know I promised to send you flowers and take you to dinner but Cyril really needed that diamond encrusted collar sweetie

#I know. I saw, Alfie

#tommy shelby #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #tom hardy #cillian murphy #sholomons #tofie #tommyalfie #tommy/alfie #tommy x alfie #tommy shelby x alfie solomons #alfie solomons x tommy shelby #alfie bear #cyril solomons #fuckin romance innit

[elskiee]

whenever i start to feel unmotivated to write i just look at this pic and suddenly i am like yep. this absolute beauty needs to have someone worship the ground he walks on. cmere gdocs let's bring it up to the front shall we

#I'm like “let's get this diva pampered and railed by some bear-like londoner!” #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy x alfie #alfie solomons #tofie <3

[introspectivememories]

so are we just gonna politely ignore bernard collaring tim or.....

#i think bear is really possessive #and i think it'd be kinda funny if tim didn't know until he walked into the batcave #and everyone side eyes him #tim innocently: what? #dick: i would say congratulations but this is honestly more than i ever needed to know #jason muttering heatedly: how am i the only one in this family that's not getting laid #bruce hopes that if he doesn't notice he doesn't have to think about his tim growing up #bruce later that night crying into alfie's shoulder: when did he grow up?! i feel like it was just yesterday jason was beating him up #alfred dryly: it was yesterday. we had to pull them apart. #anyway obv don't collar people without having a proper conversation about what that would entail for the both of you #but anyway tim finds out and he and bear have a long conversation #i am too lazy to properly write up that convo but best believe i will be daydreaming of it as i fall asleep tonight #bernard dowd #tim drake #dc #timbern

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟐, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 📸 : 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

#HEY YOU BEAN #Andrew Lincoln #Alfie Allen #* #al #HIS LIL HAT #AND HIS PUFFY COAT #google is telling me your beloved man utd lost #sorry my dude #you're still cute tho #if you don't want to bear hug the shit out of him i don't trust you #rick found theon the night king didn't off him

[pacifymebby]

Feel so sad this evening

#need an alfie Solomons bear hug for real

[foxbeasts]

drew miq and his friend alfie hanging out :)

they're long distance besties, but i like to imagine what adventures they'd go on if they lived closer together

#the yippening #miq 🐇 #theyre at the aquarium in the first one. i just couldnt figure out how to draw in the fish n things #i think alfie likes fish. and miqs only ever been to sea world to see fish Once. so i think they should go to aquarium together #i dont actually have alfie so i dont know him very well. hes my skulkmates bear #but id guess he likes to look at fish just like they do #posic companion

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "a monstrous reflection" edition

Where Herbert should know better than to ask riki about his nightmares-

Herbert:..... Huh... Well I mean it would stop you from making me lose.

Herbert: what of you, boy? Got any "weird and scary dreams" the world should never know of?

Riki: you sure you want to ask ME that? I have horrors beyond your imagination.

Riki: cause last night I had a dream that involved me wandering the house and looking into mirrors that contained the heavily distorted image of myself. Each mirror I passed this image got clearer and clearer along with the feeling of dread and extreme guilt.

Riki: the last mirror was just me staring back at myself, but it was wasn't me, it was a perverse horrifying monster of myself.

Anna: bones really did fuck you up badly huh..?

Herbert: the SKUA??

Oh to be horrified by the mind of a teenager who never processed his trauma in a healthy way and thus leading him to be tormented for years. Anna is definitely concerned for him and Herbert is just wondering how one skua caused this much.

Alfie: bones left an inkblot on all our minds huh? But it seems for you it's the biggest inkblot of all.

Alfie: my neice wouldn't like to see you like this.

Riki: ah... Yeah.. I'm sorry

Alfie: riki you don't need to apologise!

Alfie and riki share more than most would know. Though Alfie doesn't understand why riki is apologising aaaaa

And the finale!

Riki: I LED them to their deaths!

Riki: I'm JUST AS BAD as he was! I WAS A WILLING ACCOMPLICE!

It all comes to a head during operation nightmares. Dreanscape bones also giving Herbert a bad time as well. No speaking for you, reap what you sow.

(also on god riki needs a HUG)

#tw death mention #agent a anna #Riki #Alfie #dreamscape!bones #herbert p bear #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

[inkblotsinkblotsinkblots]

as it stands, these are my favourite albums and ep’s! (in no particular order) //

hippo campus - bambi little comets - in search of elusive little comets white lies - friends everything everything - get to heaven foals - what went down the neighbourhood - i love you 

hippo campus - landmark everything everything - raw data feel hippo campus - warm glow courting - guitar music peace- happy people enter shikari - the mindsweep peace - ep delicious foals - total life forever white lies - to lose my life everything everything - a fever dream enter shikari - a flash flood of colour bad sounds - get better  wolf alice - visions of a life  alfie templeman - colour me blue foals - antidotes hippo campus - south foals - everything not saved will be lost (part one) little comets - life is elsewhere sad boys club - four shades of the transitional phase bears in trees - every moonbeam, every feverdream peace - in love the neighbourhood - wiped out! enter shikari - common dreads enter shikari - the spark twenty one pilots - vessel ben howard - i forgot where we were the 1975 - i like it when you sleep imagine dragons - night visions  two door cinema club - gameshow swim deep - emerald classics 

//

#hippo campus #little comets #white lies #everything everything #foals #the neighbourhood #courting band #peace band #enter shikari #bad sounds #wolf alice #alfie templeman #sad boys club #bears in trees #twenty one pilots #ben howard #the 1975 #imagine dragons #two door cinema club #swim deep #indie music #music

[andromedasummer]

what if i made all 25+ luna lapin dolls. what then.

#tempted.... #would buy the first book which has specifically and only luna #and then sew the first 8 (all rabbits/bunnies) like alfie/pepper/etc #then the next. sew the 4-5 from there #then the next one. sew the 4-5 in there #then the new one. sew the 4-5 in there #and then buy the extra patterns online and print and sew them (the polar bear/the big toys/the donkeys) #then would be the monumental effort of the 200 odd clothes and shoes (some of which will be made with the dolls) #but thats for the past #and then i guess. whoever of my friends has a kid first gets a very thorough collection of animal dolls #can you tell i was a sylvanian families kid

[gorilla-bull]

#muscle bear #muscle bull #big muscle #hairy #stocky #strong man #muscle #beard #hunk #strongman #viktor stepanov #ramzy amin #alfy polly #amir khakian #bogdan neacsu

[potter-solomons]

When he makes this noise.

🥺😈🥺😈🥺😈

#tom hardy #facepuller #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #alfie daddy #alfie bear

[texaschainsawmascara]

Knife Angel - Alfie Bradley / Matthew Swift / Walter Oltmann / Andrew Groves x / Marliène Oliver / Siberian bear hunting armor 1800s

#knife angel #alfie bradley #andrew groves #matthew swift #walter oltmann #marilène oliver #1800s #19th century #siberia #art #artwork #art work #parallels #comparatives #compilation #marliene oliver #armor #armour

[catboygirlboss]

i hate that alfie and tickles got buried in the hammock above my bed, i miss them

#alfie is my stuffed hedgehog and tickles is the clown bear

[manufactured-pleasantry]

Drunk Bruce crying hysterically: Baby, Baby where are you? I miss you, Baby Alfred, sighing: Let's get you to bed, Master Bruce Bruce: Noooo, I need my baby. Alfred, I need my babies Alfred: Children, would you please assist me in getting your father into bed? Bruce, perks up: My babies are here? Batboys, just standing there:🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ Dick: ...um, Bruce? Are you drunk? Bruce, beams: Dickie! Baby, I missed you so much! *gives Dick a bear hug* Dick, laughing: I'm baby? Bruce, nodding: Baby, I'm so proud of you. You became such a good man but you never come home anymore. *cries harder* Dick: I visit at least once a week! Jason, smirking: Shame on you Goldie, you just made the old man cry! Dick: *splutters* Bruce: Jay! *hugs him* Baby, I love you so much. Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Jason, blushing: You stink of alcohol, Old Man. How much did you drink tonight? Bruce: I don't know? Diana gave me some of her amazonian wine and it was soooo good Jason: You went to a drinking party with Wonder Woman and you didn't invite me?! Bruce: Clark and Diana ambushed me. I can organise another party with Diana if that's what you want, baby Jason: Stop calling me baby! Bruce, cries and hugs Jason harder: Alfred, my baby doesn't want to be my baby anymore! Dick: Who's making Bruce cry now, Little Wing? Tim: Shame on you, Jason Damian: Tt, Todd, how could you do that to Father? Bruce hugs Tim and Damian, sobbing: Baby! Are the both of you still my babies? Tim: Uh, sure, Bruce Damian: I will accept the endearment considering you are currently impaired, Father Bruce: Baby, you're so small. Tiny. Miniature. My sweet precious little babies. Damian: Father, Drake may be short for his age, but I am still growing

Bruce, kisses Damian's forehead: Of course, Dami. I love you, baby Bruce, kisses Tim's forehead: I love you, Timmy Bruce, kisses Dick's forehead: I love you, Dickie Bruce, kisses Jason's forehead: I love you, Jaylad Bruce, kisses Alfred's forehead: I love you, dad Alfred, eyes tearing up: I love you too, son. Let's get you to bed now, alright? Bruce, sobbing: Alfie, my babies didn't say they love me back. They don't love me Dick, hugs Bruce: Aw, Bruce, I love you too. You should get drunk more often Tim: I love you too, Bruce Damian: I love you, Father [Everyone looks to Jason expectantly] Jason, grumbling: I love you too, Old Man Bruce, still crying: My babies love me back. Dad, my babies love me Alfred: Yes, they do, Master Bruce. We all do. Now, for the last time, would you go to bed? Bruce: If you tuck me in Alfred: Of course, lad [Babs, Cass and Steph are at a girl's night out and laughing their asses off at the security footage. It's excellent blackmail and teasing material]

#drunk bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Say it Dirty - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.

For my babes @cillmequick and @zablife. Enjoy!

Words - 1,467

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Alfie. One could never use the word tall to describe the gangster rum distiller of Camden town, but suffice to say, he is big. He takes up space. He has presence. Alfie is so wide in both physical width and the enormity of his personality, he fills whatever room he happens to be within.  

Everything about Alfie is imposing. That is why you fell for him in the first place. What gets your blood tingling with desire the most, though... 

“Next lad!”  

Oh, that enormous voice. He doesn’t shout often, but when he does, it sends your knees to jelly.  

“Next lad!” 

He’s handing out the weekly wages, the precise count out of pounds, shillings and pence into a small paper envelope, handing them to each of his employees for their, ahem, “baking” endeavours. The smell of the rum within the large casks fills your nose as you walk past them down in the dingy distillery, moving past the line and entering Alfie’s office.  

“Bear with me, sweetheart.” He doesn’t even need to look up from his desk to know you’ve arrived. He can smell the sweet notes of your perfume in a sea of rum and sweaty men a mile off. “Just gotta get these fellas paid, innit.”  

You perch on the edge of his desk, his hand moving to stroke your thigh fleetingly. “Next lad!” God, you’ll melt off the edge of the desk if you’re not careful. “Is there a fuckin’ reason you’re gorping, boy?”  

“Um, n-no, Mr. Solomons.”  

Alfie lowers his spectacles, raising his eyebrows. “You seriously comin’ in here for your pay, and giving me missus the once over with your beady little eyes while you’re here, eh? Nah, son. Off you fuck, while you still have them legs to carry ya. Just know, though. If I ever see you lookin’ at her like that again, yeah, it’ll be the last fuckin’ time you have eyes, mate.”  

The young man takes his wages with a stiff gulp. “S-s-sorry, Mr. Solomons.”  

“Ain’t me you was lookin’ at like a slab of meat.” He folds his arms, jerking his head in your direction, a smile spreading beneath his beard. “Apology should be directed at me wife, really.” 

“I apologise, Mrs. Solomons.” He’s steadier when talking to you, wringing his cap between his hands nervously all the same.  

Alfie studies you, watching you nod. “Alright, fuck off outta here. Next lad!” He scurries from the office, your husband continuing to hand out each wage envelope and mark it off with a pencil strike in the ledger. With the last lad paid, he stands, moving before you.  

“Now, how about I take my little turtle dove out for a bit of nosh, yeah?” Well, that’s the sole reason you came to meet him from work, after all. He goes for a quick wash and to change his shirt before you leave, yet when he returns, he finds you not quite as ready to leave as he is.  

The double take at seeing you sitting atop his desk naked is priceless, eyes touring your bare curves with much interest. “My darlin’, I dunno what kind of fuckin’ restaurant you think we’re going to, right, but it ain’t the kind where the customers sit about naked.”  

“Can’t help it,” you purr, pulling him close, hands smoothing over his fresh shirt. “See it’s when you raise your voice, Alfie, when you get defensive of me, too. It does things to me, that voice of yours.”  

He looks quietly thrilled at that. You don’t quite know how one can raise an eyebrow with cocky intent, but Alfie nails it every time. “Yeah, that right, love? You like the sound of my voice? Why don’t you sit on my cock while I talk to you, then?” 

Grasping his shirt, you pull him close. “That’s exactly what I had in mind, Alf.”  

Your lips meet in a slow tempest, all heat and honey, his hands beginning to glide where his eyes have already roamed, touring your bare flesh keenly. When his mouth follows, you whimper, each kiss sinking into your skin, the soft of his beard coaxing tickles over your flesh. Hot hands adorned in cool gold knead at your thighs, fingers slipping between.  

The sweet sting of him toying with your clit radiates, little pricks of pleasure trickling down your spine, puddling at those clever fingers, his teeth sharp at your neck. “Always did love my hands, didn’t ya, dove?”  

You hum in appreciative response against his tongue, mouths locked, those fingers you do indeed love so much thrusting within. He opens you, pushing greedily, his raspy chuckle low and self-satisfied at each little mewl that pours from your mouth like wine, your cunt clenching around each rotation as he roots those thick digits, so inordinately deep.  

“Fuck, get in the chair,” you pant, hands moving to slide his braces down, undoing his trousers. “I need to ride you. Now.” 

He chuckles, his thumb rolling over your clit sending sparks to skitter wildly. “Ain’t half a demanding little mare tonight, aint’cha?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, Alfie letting his trousers and undergarments fall to pool at his ankles, sitting down in the chair and guiding you astride him. “But then I always did know what’s good for me.” Taking him, you squeeze the thick of his rigidity, pushing him to your glistening opening and dropping down until you’re full.  

You can feel every inch of him pressing your soft walls, thick and heavy, his hand weaving into your hair and pulling until you arch for him, bending like a crescent moon. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, look at that body bow for me. Can’t wait to watch these pretty little tits bounce while you ride me, darlin’.”  

His mouth devours you, nipples sucked and bitten, his free hand grasping your hip as you begin to roll against him, his girth sending sensations to flutter up your spine, fizzing like champagne bubbles, the hint of teeth upon the peak of your nipple sending glimmers to join them. “Ain’t even half started properly yet, and this sweet little cunt is like a fuckin’ lake. Yeah, look at you. So fucking pretty for me, ain’t ya? So pretty and sweet, split open on me.”  

His words mist hot beneath your skin, rising like steam, the torrent of seductive filth unabating. “Think I could have you like this on me for hours, and I wouldn’t get tired of watching you gripping tight on my cock. And you would, wouldn’t ya? Yeah, you’d keep giving, my beautiful, cock hungry little doe.”  

His thumb stretches, and it sends a rain of pleasure pelting through you when he brings it to your clit, circling, your bundle twitching against the stroke, your toes gripping on the floorboards beneath as you begin to ride him with more determination. “That’s it, sweet. Show me how much you love this cock.”  

The moan seeps from your lips, sweet and slow, like thick syrup, the clasp of your cunt tight upon him, the sound of him punching into the very wet of you lewd, mixing with the slap of your arse smacking hard against his solid thighs. It’s a symphony of utter sin, his groans adding delicious baritone, your tits bouncing, his hands moving to clutch them as his tongue swipes your cleavage.  

His touch has lightning forking from nerve to nerve, your ministrations greedy in desperate need to come around him, wet his cock further with the dew of your orgasm, your hands fisting tight in his hair, a shift of his hips sending him deeper into the flutter of your cunt.  

You sob his name, and he pushes even deeper, so heavy and overwhelming within you. “Come on, my beautiful little darlin’. Come pretty for me on this cock.”  

Oh, how you do, the pleasure burning neon through your nerves, a sky of colours painted over you as it topples you completely. The scream it pulls from you has him twitching, and he becomes caught in the tide of it, cock pressed filthily deep into the rhythmic clasping of you, spilling hard, everything tense undoing and softening to fluid bliss. You both swim in it, adrift on the endless ocean, panting against one another.  

“Fuck, that worked up a right appetite,” he finally breaths, kissing your neck as you roll your eyes. 

“Do you ever cease thinking about your stomach?” 

He chuckles, low and dirty. “Yeah. I often think about how good me wifey feels when she fucks me like she just did. And you can count on it, treacle, that I’ll be thinkin’ about it for the rest of the night an’ all.” 

The way he keeps stealing heated glances at you all the way through dinner, you’re left in little doubt of that, too.  

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