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nanamis-aiko · 2 years
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POV: Someone visits
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Hey, so I uh... bought you flowers. I made sure they were your favourite ones. I really hope you like them.
I know I wasn't able to be with you for a long time. Work has been really hectic lately but you know it helps. Though only it was only a little.
[sighs] Everyone's fine so you don't have to worry but they miss you a lot. [deep exhale]
I'm sorry that it had to end up like this. I know what you're going to say: It's not my fault. [laugh] C'mon, can you just let me feel like this? It's the least I could do. Because I know there are things that I could have done better. And I feel really bad that it had to be like this only for me to realize that.
I'd fucking make a time machine just for us to work. I'd fucking do it. I'd do everything differently. I'll listen to you. I'll do what I can to keep you happy. But knowing you... I know it's not something you'd want. [deep sigh]
[cries] I don't want it to end like this. I want all of this to be a nightmare. I want to wake up in your arms and comfort me. I want you to come back. I need you to come back.
I wish... If only I was... Fuck! Why was I so fucking useless? How can I tell myself that I'm strong when I couldn't protect you?!
[croaks] Why did you have to die...? WHY?!
Everyone keeps telling me that it wasn't my fault. That I couldn't control what happened. That you were at the wrong time and at the wrong place. But I know... I knew... That if I was faster or stronger none of this would've happened. That I would see you smile at me when I come home. Some power I have...
You don't need to comfort me because I promise you. One day, I'll see you again. And when I do I'll be someone, you'll be proud of. I'll make sure that this doesn't happen to other people.
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cillmequick · 3 months
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This is pure brain rot that came to me earlier in the week and refused to be ignored. I’m not writing Christmas stories this year so consider this your early festive gift from me to you, my beautiful horny readers 🤭 I love you all ♥️ xxx
Pairing: Alfie x unnamed fem!character x Tommy
Summary: PWP. She’s been playing a dangerous game, carrying on with both Alfie and Tommy at the same time. But when they find out, their reaction is not what she’d expected…
Warnings: 🔞 SMUT. Literally there’s like 700 words of set up and 5.3k of porn. Threesome - M/M/F. A little dark and a little rough in places but everyone in this is a consenting adult. Bad language.
Word count: 5991 MASTERLIST
i. Dancing With Devils
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She thought she was so clever. After all, it had been so easy to seduce them - well, it had been easy to seduce Tommy at least, the man was as feral as a tomcat. Alfie had taken a little more work but thus far, her efforts had reaped delicious rewards.
She knew she was dancing with devils. Flirting with a power that could so easily slip from her control. But the danger of what might happen if she was caught only added to the thrill.
These two men. Opposing forces. Opposites in almost every way. Tommy the quiet, calculating strategist; Alfie loud and brash with an unrivalled sense of cunning. They were each intoxicating in their own way. The potential for pleasure had been irresistible.
And she’d never been very good at self-control.
“Our secret,” she’d told them both when she let them think they had been the one to seduce her in the run of normal business affairs. “It wouldn’t do for me to be seen to have favourites in our line of work.” She had relished the darkness in their eyes’ at the thought of an illicit affair. Perhaps at the thrill of being the one she preferred, both aware that she did business with their rival.
For months she’d danced on the edge between them, flitting merrily from London to Birmingham and back again, frequenting only the most luxurious hotels on offer but never seen publicly with either man.
But she should have known better. Should have known these two clever, violent men would not be duped forever. Though it had been for longer than perhaps either would be comfortable with.
And now here she was, in another sumptuous hotel suite, expecting to meet one lover only to find a second waiting also.
“Hello dove,” muttered Alfie from behind, cutting short the kiss of welcome she was busy planting on Tommy’s lips.
Spinning, trying to free herself from the strong hands at her waist she turned towards the voice, a sharp jolt of fear bursting through her.
Was this the end of the line? Was this how she was going to die? She had always known the risks of the game she played.
“You’ve got some balls, I’ll give you that,” he continued, slowly moving closer, his hulking form between her and the door. Throwing a sharp elbow into the softer part of Tommy’s stomach unexpectedly, he grunted and she managed to slip his grasp, trying to dart around the Camden man towards freedom.
But he caught her embarrassingly easily, a deep chuckle reverberating in his chest as he wrapped her against him, pinning her arms by her sides. His ability to manhandle her had always been one of her favourite things about Alfie, but now she was slightly regretting his talents.
“Now where do you think you’re going, hmm? We ain’t even finished saying hello.”
A shifting of the air sent her heart pounding as she realised Tommy was now directly behind her. Struggling slightly in Alfie’s grip, she felt Tommy’s breath on her neck as his hands rested heavily on her shoulders.
“If you stop squirming you might even enjoy what’s going to happen next,” he murmured against her ear. Her wide-eyed stare met Alfie, seeing his full lips curled in amusement.
“What happens next..?”
Tommy’s lips ghosted across the nape of her neck and even in her alarming predicament her eyes fluttered closed for a split second.
“We thought about making you choose,” he said quietly and she could see Alfie’s attention flick to the Shelby man behind her. “We thought about killing you.” He punctuated his statements with tender kisses against her neck. “But then we had a different idea.” She could feel the curve of his grin against her skin and began to feel the bulge forming in his trousers pressed against her rear.
Surely not?
“You thought you could play a little game with us, didn’t you, treacle?” Alfie rumbled as one of Tommy’s hands slipped from her shoulder to loosely wrap around her throat, the gentle stroking of this thumb against her jaw not distracting from how easily he could crush her airway. “So what we thought, see, was that we might play a little game with you.”
“Alfie… Thomas… I can explain…” She cursed the wavering tremor of fear in her voice. If ever there was a moment to be the authoritative woman she was reputed to be…
“Ssshhh…” warned Tommy in an almost whisper, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. “No more lies.”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“If I were you, I’d stop talking, dove. Like the gentleman said, we ain’t here to hurt you.”
“But—”
She was cut short by Alfie’s lips suddenly on hers, soft and full, the familiar tickle of his beard against her skin. His bear-like grip around her body loosened so her hands came free, finding their home against his broad chest, curling into the fabric of his loose-fitting white shirt. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her stomach. Behind, Tommy was running his lips over her neck, his hands snaking around her middle.
Was this really happening..?
Breaking away for air, she squinted at the Camden man, gasping as Tommy’s roaming hands reached her breasts, squeezing softly.
“Gentlemen…” she began, attempting to find some level of authority in this unusual situation. “I’m afraid you find me rather confused. What is—”
Alfie cupped her chin, silencing her with his thumb against her lips.
“You wanted us both, did’ya, little bird? Well my old granny always told me to be careful what I wished for.”
“Time to see how well you can take us both,” agreed Tommy, replacing Alfie’s hand with his own, turning her face towards him to catch her mouth in a searing kiss. He was fully hard against her now, grinding gently against the plush flesh of her behind. As she lost herself in the feeling of his tongue licking into her mouth, dancing softly with her own, she was distantly aware of Alfie taking one of her hands. It was only when he pressed it against his own demanding length that she pulled away from Tommy, gasping slightly.
“And if I say no?”
They exchanged a chuckle over her head.
“Are you? Saying no?”
Was she? It would be a lie to say she had never imagined what it would be like to be sandwiched between these two demanding men. The very thought of it had wetness gathering between her legs and had warmed her on long nights alone. But for it to be a reality..? That wasn’t something even her imagination had ever dared to consider. These two were not familiar with the concept of sharing.
“If we do this, we all leave this room and go our separate ways with no repercussions?” She twisted to look at them both as her question hung in the air above them.
“Depends how much we enjoy it, sweetheart,” grinned Tommy, lust-blown pupils burning wickedly. He must have seen the look of distrust in her eye because he continued, “You have our word that no harm will come your way.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek tenderly, the way he liked to when he was buried deep within her, watching her unravel. “Would be such a waste to destroy something so beautiful.”
“Enough chit chat, this isn’t the fucking mother’s union,” grumbled Alfie, tugging her hips to regain her attention. “Are we doing this or not?”
Before she could think about it any further she found herself nodding, and he immediately drew her back to him, his mouth hot and insistent on hers, pulling a needy moan from her throat. She felt Tommy tugging at the fastening of her dress, easing it open and following its progress, dusting kisses across the newly exposed skin of her shoulders. With a not so gentle tug, she was stood in a circle of fabric, shivering at the suddenness of the cooler air hitting her skin.
Or maybe it was because he was making short work of her undergarments, the straps of her brassier sliding down her arms. Her head began to spin, soft moans slipping from her as Alfie’s lips attacked her throat and Tommy’s warm hands cupped her breasts, his lightly-calloused fingers teasing them to stiff peaks. She gasped audibly as Alfie’s mouth was suddenly wrapped around one of the firm little buds, flicking his tongue expertly against it even as the swell of flesh was still being kneaded gently within Tommy’s grasp.
All around her the slightly rough fabric of their still fully-clothed forms rubbed against her intoxicatingly but she needed more. Pulling roughly at Alfie’s shirt, in a flurry of clothing, both men were naked from the waist up, warm skin finally meeting unhindered, pressed against her front and back.
Two sets of large hands skimmed her body as Tommy laid claim to her lips once more. He was so much softer than Alfie, though no less dominant, tangling a hand in her hair to hold her close as he tasted her, bumping his nose delicately against hers, the longer part of his hair flopping forward so it tickled her forehead. She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t even notice Alfie lower himself to his knees until a breath of warm air played across her thighs.
Pulling away from Tommy she looked down just in time for Alfie to be running thick fingers over her covered mound. Biting her lip she let him pull one of her legs over his shoulder, Tommy supporting her from behind stroking his hands over her torso.
“Just a little taste, dove,” he grinned up at her wolfishly, tugging the delicate lace to the side so he could lick a stripe between her already slick folds.
“Fuuuck…” she groaned, tangling a hand in his hair as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently. Tommy tugged her head to the side slightly, attacking her neck, scraping his teeth against her skin and soothing with sweeps of his tongue as Alfie lapped at her core. Tommy’s hands roamed her form, teasing across her nipples, pinching just hard enough to hurt, desperate whining whimpers falling from her mouth as both men assaulted her with pleasure.
“How does she taste?” rumbled Tommy, voice thick with gravelly lust.
“Like honey,” replied Alfie, lips shining within his beard from her arousal. He slapped the globe of her ass above the leg thrown over his shoulder and she whimpered involuntarily. “Always taste like fucking sin, don’tcha?”
She assumed it was rhetorical because his tongue was between her folds once more and speech was beyond her abilities.
Licking down he teased against her tight entrance, probing her open with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, Tommy’s fingertips found her clit, making her jolt in his arms as he rolled them in tight circles. Her head flopped back against his shoulder, mouth open in wordless gasping as he teased the sensitive little bundle whilst Alfie fucked her with his tongue.
“Are you going to cum for us, eh?” he rasped in her ear, grinding his erection against her ass as she whimpered her incoherent agreement, the coil inside tightening with every touch.
“And should we let you cum?” he asked, the pace of his fingers slowing to an aching crawl.
“Please.”
Alfie pulled back to observe her, quivering with need in Tommy’s arms.
“Nah, I think you can wait.”
The whine of indignation that left her made them both laugh, as with a grunt, Alfie pushed himself vertical again.
“Sorry, bird. But you’ve been a very naughty girl ain’tcha?” he grinned, pulling her into a messy kiss, her own arousal covering her face, tasting it on his tongue. She’d barely come up for air when Tommy claimed her, gathering her wetness on his tongue before kissing her hard enough to make her dizzy.
“On your fucking knees if you wouldn’t mind mi’lady,” Alfie gestured as the other man released her, Tommy’s hands gently pushing her shoulders until she complied. Kneeling before them she stared up, feeling her desperation leaking from her, soaking her already ruined underwear.
Alfie cupped her by the chin, running his thumb over her lips until she parted them, letting him press it into her mouth against her tongue.
“Look at that, you do know how to behave sometimes, hey?” he chuckled as she sucked, unfastening his trousers with his free hand, Tommy following suit. Two thick cocks sprang out in front of her face, different but yet both entirely capable of making her see the face of god when they so chose.
As she reached to clasp them, one in each hand, pumping lightly, he removed his thumb, smoothing his fingers over her hair. The low groans of pleasure they each produced as she stroked their silky, veiny lengths was almost enough to send her over the edge, and she desperately tried to rub her thighs together in her kneeling position. Her attempt was halted, however, with one of Tommy’s expensive leather shoes sliding between her knees, forcing them apart.
“Thought we just told you no, eh?” he scolded softly. “Don’t make us tell you again.” The darkness in his tone made her swallow nervously and she nodded an apology, refocusing on working her hands along them both.
“Let’s get on with it shall we? Ladies first,” muttered Alfie, pushing her face towards Tommy’s cock. She giggled at the raised eyebrow look Tommy gave the other man before slowly flicking her tongue across the tip, just how she knew he liked it. The salty pearls of precum gathered there coated her tongue and she moaned quietly as she sucked, teasing down his length, pressing against the thick vein underneath until his hand gripped her hair.
Breathing carefully through her nose she took him all the way down, letting him nudge the back of her throat until drool began to gather in the corners of her mouth. All the while she languidly stroked Alfie’s cock, smoothing his own slick precum across the head, squeezing gently at the base, just how she knew he liked it.
Finally, when she could take the lack of air no longer, she pulled back, gasping, saliva dribbling down her chin. Pumping his slick member she readied to take him again only for Alfie to intervene.
“My turn,” he grunted thickly, tugging her towards him, filling her mouth with his dick. “Isn’t she fucking beautiful with her mouth full?” he mumbled appreciatively, grunting as she hollowed her cheeks, head bobbing as she sucked, tongue dancing along his length.
She felt Tommy’s hand in her hair, encouraging her to take the other man deeper and she whimpered with desire as he began to control her movements, saliva dripping from her lips and down to her chest. With a particularly forceful move she found her nose pressed against the coarse hair of Alfie’s pelvis and held there as he groaned, cock twitching in her throat. Squeezing his thigh, desperately in need of air, he finally swatted Tommy’s hand away, letting her pull back, coughing and spluttering.
But there was almost no respite as Tommy guided her mouth back to him, sliding down her throat with ease. Slackening her jaw she let him take control, fucking her face, her free hand braced against his firm thigh until she could feel him begin to quiver. Scratching her nails over his balls he groaned and pulled back, catching himself before he unloaded down her throat.
“Not yet,” he huffed shakily, smoothing her hair in a strangely tender manner to say seconds ago he’d been treating her like his own personal whore.
Which maybe tonight she was. Though not just his.
In a bid to catch her breath, she began to stroke Alfie again, placing tiny kitten licks over his length, teasing down and down until she could nuzzle against his balls. It always gave her such a sense of power to hear him groan as she sucked lightly on one and then the other, hand pumping and wrist twisting around his length all the while. When she had him like this he would give her anything she asked for.
A weakness she had exploited on more than one occasion. But not tonight. Because what else could she possibly ask for but for him to share her with the man he (allegedly) hated most in England?
Guiding her back to his cock, he slipped it past her lips, hissing as her warm mouth enveloped him once more. She looked up through her lashes to see his jaw slack, watching her, eyes hooded with desire. Flicking her gaze as she worked him, she met Tommy’s stare, the heavy darkness of his usually pale, piercing eyes almost making her lose focus. He was slowly stroking himself, her spit still coating his length. Lifting a hand, she raised her eyebrows in silent query and he let her take over, eyes sliding closed as she synchronised the movement of her head and hand around each man.
With a grunt of effort, Alfie finally pushed her away, breathing almost as heavily as she was. She sat back on her heels, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, all too aware of how much of a harlot she must look already. Eyes running mascara down her cheeks, scarlet lipstick probably smeared - there were definite glimpses of red marking both men - her skin wet with her own drool and arousal.
Tommy helped her back to her feet, steadying her on her shaking legs. Smoothing the slick from her face he kissed her softly, fingers in her hair, gently kneading her scalp. Alfie’s hands landed on her hips from behind, beard tickling her neck as he trailed kisses along it and down across her shoulder.
When Tommy drew back he took her hand, leading her towards the still pristinely made bed. She paused for a moment, unsure as to how they might want her, until he climbed on, patting the spot in the middle of the bed beside him, leaving plenty of room for Alfie to settle on her other side.
Laying down, suddenly much more self-conscious than before, she glanced nervously between them. It was Tommy who moved first, catching her lips again in another of his sweet kisses - truly if she had to choose based on kisses alone, he would win - letting his fingers tease over her skin, thumbing her pert nipple. When Alfie began to mimic his actions, she gasped into Tommy’s mouth, the smouldering embers of her desire quickly fanning back to flame.
Pulling back, she greedily dragged Alfie’s lips to hers, moaning as Tommy’s mouth replaced his hand, sucking the little bud until her back was arching from the bed. Alfie withdrew so he could do the same and her brain began to misfire as the two men tongued her breasts, her hands curling into their hair. Glancing down she saw Tommy staring up at her, plump lips wrapped around her left nipple, a wicked grin glinting in his eyes. Whimpering needily, she could feel her desire literally dripping out of her between her legs.
Two different strong hands began to roam her body, each pulling her legs apart, apparently fighting to be the one to touch her first. She could no longer distinguish whose finger was which as they slid across her achingly sensitive clit, one man holding her folds apart for the other to have greater access to the little bundle. But when one finger began to probe her tight opening she was sure it was Alfie, the metal of his rings distinctive as he pressed into her cunt, making her hips jerk to meet him.
He leaned back up from her breast to kiss her, a second finger stretching her open and making her curse as he found her gspot with casual ease. Her back arched from the soft mattress and Tommy’s firm hand pushed her hips back down, holding her still as Alfie fucked her lazily with his fingers.
Even though she was gasping for breath as Alfie released her lips, Tommy claimed her again immediately. As his tongue danced languidly with hers, she was aware of a change, of two fingers briefly becoming one, only for a second to be added again a moment later. But not the same as before. Wrenching her mouth from his she looked down to find each man with a finger inside her, both grazing at that sweet spot. Meaningless babbling fell from her lips as they let her rut against their hands, both attempting to achieve the seemingly impossible, and actually cooperate for once in their lives, moving in time together.
Through her haze of lust filled pleasure, she was aware of them both pressing hard against her sides. Wriggling her hands down between their bodies and her own she gripped their cocks, fisting them gently to a cacophony of groans. Each demanded claim to her lips on theirs as they once again changed control of her cunt, this time Tommy driving his thick fingers into her until she was almost wailing into Alfie’s mouth, his own fingers circling her clit.
Her orgasm was hurtling towards her, her hand movements growing sloppy and uncoordinated as the single-minded need for release became almost overwhelming. She was so close she could practically taste it.
“Are you gonna cum for us, little dove?” mumbled Alfie against her neck as Tommy’s tongue explored her mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily into your fist.
“Please, Alfie,” she begged as she pulled back, still eye to eye with Tommy. “Please?” she implored, bumping her nose against his lightly, his fingers working within her, filling the room with the wet sounds of her desperation.
She cried out in pitiful fury as his hand disappeared, smacking his chest as he smirked at her.
“I want to taste,” was all the apology he offered as he shifted quickly down the bed to rest between her thighs. “If she cums on my tongue first, you can have her cum on your dick first,” he added to Alfie, brow raised in question, like she wasn’t even there. But given how much she knew these men enjoyed controlling her climax, it wasn’t worth the breath arguing the point. She would cum when they let her, or not at all.
The thought alone of being completely at their mercy was enough to almost make her lose it. Her thighs tried to squeeze closed but Tommy pried them apart. Apparently in her momentary lapse of attention there had been an agreement and he dived between her legs, sucking hard on her already over-sensitive clit.
“Ahh! No! Too much!” she squealed, trying to stop him but Alfie held her back, running a soothing hand over your hair, wiping the tears as they began to escape the corners of her eyes.
“So pretty when you cry, treacle,” he teased, pushing his fingers into your open mouth. She could taste yourself on them as you sucked greedily, muffling the sounds of her moans as Tommy’s fingers slid back into her wet cunt. Lapping more gently at her clit he went to work within, fucking her hard until her whole body began to tremble, the pressure building to a crescendo.
Grazing his teeth lightly over her clit she lost control, her climax exploding in a rushing wave of light and sound, coating his waiting tongue. He continued to tease her, drawing shaky aftershocks from her quivering cunt as Alfie pressed kisses to her sweaty brow, growling words of praise in her ear.
A heavy sense of bliss permeated her whole being, her body floppy and uncooperative. Tommy crawled back level with her head, letting her taste her release but almost before she was aware, Alfie had shifted, kneeling between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock between her glistening folds. Tommy’s mouth was still on her’s as he pushed into her, catching her cry as Alfie filled her in a single thrust.
She couldn’t catch her breath, her sensitive walls fluttering around his impressive girth almost immediately.
“Can’t believe you’d had me sharing this perfect little cunt with that reprobate,” he growled, pushing her knees towards her chest so he could go deeper still. “Does he make you cum like I do?”
Tommy, still lying next to her, face hovering above her’s, smirking smugly as he waited for her answer. As if she was somehow capable of speech when Alfie’s cock was arrowing into her tightness at a relentless pace, the angle catching her gspot so perfectly she was seeing stars with every powerful thrust.
“Are you going to answer the man?” Tommy enquired teasingly, fingertips tilting her face towards him, lips dangerously close to hers. “Or do we need to test it? See how hard you can cum for us both, eh? See how many times we can make this little body sing for us?”
His mouth closed over her’s before she could even attempt to formulate a reply, his words echoing in her ears as Alfie pulled another shattering orgasm from her body. As she gushed all over his cock he slowed his pace, eventually pulling from her only to manhandle her onto her knees in front of him, cock pushing into your waiting mouth. And mere seconds later she felt Tommy’s fingers teasing across her clit, making her jump, the blunt tip off his cock quickly breaching her hole.
She groaned around Alfie’s length as Tommy began giving her long, deep strokes, looking up at him through wet lashes. These men, so different and yet far more similar than they would ever like to admit. And not just in how they both filled her so completely.
“Well ain’t that a sight,” he rasped, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could see her lips stretched comically wide around him. “You like having both your mouth and your cunt filled, d’ya, little bird?”
She tried to agree, her unheard words clearly felt through the reverberations around his cock because he grunted and gripped her hair more tightly. Which only served to turn her on further and Tommy groaned as her walls pulsed and clenched around him in response.
“Let me,” he gasped out, leaning forward, burying himself so impossibly deep that her eyes rolled back in her head and Alfie’s cock fell from her lips. Gathering her curls around his fist he pulled so that she had no choice but to arch her back towards him and his relentlessly snapping hips.
“Open wide, there’s a good girl,” Alfie grinned, pressing her cheeks meaningfully until his length was snugly filling her mouth again. “Fuck you take it so well, dove,” he grunted, pushing forwards into her throat.
For a long minute both men were thrusting deeply into her body, taking whatever they wanted. Only when the look in her eyes became truly desperate did Alfie pull back, leaving her gasping and coughing, long tendrils of salvia falling from her lips.
But Tommy never stopped, slamming into her hard and fast. A slight shift of angle and, mouth free and unencumbered, she cried out as suddenly her climax was crashing through her once more. As he slid out she could feel your release painting her quaking thighs.
They weren’t interested in letting her recover though, apparently determined to use her until she was begging for mercy. Maybe this was how they planned to kill her, pondered her exhausted brain idly as Alfie was repositioning her, lifting her into his lap. How her fatigued limbs were supposed to support her through this, she had no idea but before she could object he had plunged deep into her again, her slippery walls offering little resistance.
“Alfie… I can’t.. I…”
His hands rested on her ass, half lifting her on and off his cock. She leaned forward to grip the headboard behind him, using it to give her leverage and in doing so the angle caused him to brush her gspot with every movement. Gasping at the exquisite bolts of pleasure it sent surging through her, it was as if her limbs seemed to find a second wind, bouncing more readily on his cock, greedily chasing every bright flash of desire.
Tommy moved to sit by her, back against the headboard and she reached for him, drawing him into a searing, breathless kiss, his hands on her breasts as Alfie guided her hips. Pulling back he held her face between his hands, holding her forehead against his as he watched her face contort with the pleasure Alfie was giving her.
“I told you, you might enjoy this,” he smirked, a knowing look in his eye as he saw another orgasm approaching. “Such a pretty little whore for us, aren’t you?”
She tried to reply but Alfie wrapped a strong arm around her waist and began fucking up into her at a brutal pace, and all that came out was a strangled scream.
“Let me see you cum for him,” Tommy demanded, still keeping a tight grip on her face. “Show me.”
He kissed her forcefully as Alfie pounded into her dripping core and the band inside snapped again, so hard that it was like being ripped in two by blinding lights. She knew Tommy was watching because his lips were no longer on her’s but she couldn’t see a thing, eyes squeezed shut as her cunt convulsed around Aflie’s cock. She collapsed, panting, into his waiting arms and the chuckle he made rumbled from his broad chest through her spent body, her ears ringing.
“C’mon treacle, we’re not finished yet,” he admonished as she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of rum and gunpowder, unsure if she could really take much more of this pleasurable assault.
“Alfieeee…” she begged thinly, “please, I can’t..” Her words slipped into a startled yelp as he gripped her hair, tugging hard enough to hurt, pulling her head back so they were eye to eye.
“What’s all this complaining, hey? Thought you thought you could have us both? Are you tryna tell me you’re not enjoying yourself, bird? Because you just made an unholy fucking mess of yourself on my cock.”
She whimpered slightly at the dangerous look in his eye. “Sorry.”
Next to her Tommy cleared his throat but she couldn’t move her head to look at him.
“Maybe just one more round, eh, Alfie? Don’t want to destroy her completely.”
The Camden man grunted in what apparently was agreement and released his grip on her hair.
“C’mon sweetheart, be good for us, eh?” murmured Tommy, gently lifting you off Alfie to lay her on her back across the bed. “Just one more and then you can rest.”
He covered her body with his, catching her lips as he slowly eased himself into the sweet confines of her abused pussy. Even through the haze of over-stimulation she groaned into his mouth as he stretched you open.
“That’s my girl,” he smirked watching as her eyes slipped shut, tiny cries tumbling from her lips as he began to move. He buried his head in her neck, biting gently as a quiet rumble of pleasure poured from his throat. “Fucking hell, how are you still so fucking tight, eh?”
She tugged the longer part of his hair to make him look at her, noses dancing, staring into his bewitching eyes as he fucked her with long, slow thrusts.
“Oi, I thought this was a group event,” grumbled Alfie. She hadn’t even noticed him climbing from the bed, standing by the side near her head. “C’mere you,” he ordered, and between them they shifted her so her head was hanging over the edge, Tommy’s cock buried deeply inside her the entire time.
“Sorry darling,” she offered sweetly, reaching back to rub her hand over his thick manhood, standing proudly just above her, still glistening with her release. Letting her mouth fall open, she allowed him to guide it between her lips, the angle making it easy for him to slide right down her throat.
Above her, Tommy sat back, lifting her hips to his knees as he drove into her with more intent, the change in position making her groan round Alfie’s cock. He - Alfie - reached forward, palming her slick breasts, pinching the hard buds of her nipples until she was audibly wailing around his thrusting cock, her throat aching from the constant stretch. She began to lose focus on whose hands were where, but she thought it was Tommy’s gripping her neck to feel the bulge of the other man’s cock nestled there. And just from context it must have been his thumb that began to draw circles on her soaked clit, making her entire body jump as the overstimulated nerves objected to the assault.
But her end was nearing again, Tommy’s arrowing hips making stars dance in her vision. Or maybe that was the oxygen deprivation. Either way their combined thrusting, groping hands sliding over her sweat-slicked skin, teasing every nerve in her body until tears were rolling from her eyes, mingling with the saliva Alfie was drawing from her mouth, was all too much. Her whole body began to shake as her orgasm approached and then the damn burst once more, going rigid as the sharp spike of absolute pleasure coursed through her like electricity in her veins.
Alfie pulled from her throat as she came, allowing her to heave necessary, grateful breaths as her body became limp and floppy once more. She was almost too far gone to realise Tommy had pulled out too, both men fisting their cocks above her, grunting almost in unison as they finally painted her face and body with thick white ropes.
Looking up at Alfie, still with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, his release dripping across her cheeks and lips, he grinned down at her. Running his softening member over her skin, gathering his spend, he pushed his sensitive tip into her mouth one last time, making her taste him fully.
“That’s my girl,” he smiled as she sucked gently.
Tommy, for his part, had collapsed panting on the bed next to her, one arm thrown across his sweaty brow.
Releasing Alfie with a soft pop, she shuffled so she was fully on the mattress again, mind reeling at what she’d done that evening. He reappeared a minute later with soft, damp washcloths and in silence, both men helped clean their cum from her skin.
Once clean, Tommy scooped her gently, repositioning her in the middle of the bed against the plush pillows, tucking her under the thick eiderdown. They climbed in on either side, both trying to be the one to pull her close until the three of them were a tangle of limbs and hot skin. Alfie caught her lips first, oddly chaste after their tempestuous encounter, Tommy’s mouth pressing delicately against her shoulder until she turned, lips meeting and tongues dancing softly. She wondered if he could taste Alfie in her mouth and a warm frisson of desire bubbled through her.
Snuggled between them, head on Tommy’s chest, tracing the pattern of his sunrise tattoo, Alfie pressed tight behind her, arm wrapped around her middle possessively, she knew, in the sensible, businesslike part of her brain, that she should get out of that room and run. Because this moment of peaceful ceasefire was unlikely to last when these two old foes awoke to a new day and the glow of the evening’s tryst began to fade.
But she couldn’t seem to move. Warm, if not entirely safe, in their arms, exhausted eyes sliding closed. If this was how they chose to end her life, for now at least, she would accept her fate.
And who knew? Maybe this was the beginning of something else entirely.
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PART 2
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Nobody look at me 🙈 I can’t believe I wrote this. If you enjoyed it though I’d love to hear from you! 🤍 xxx
Masterlists: TOMMY | ALFIE | MAIN
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The results of my last poll just ended, but I'm doing this again because I greatly overestimated the number of tabs the average ao3 user has lmao
Any tab open on the ao3 wesbite counts, not just fics open. If you have tabs open across multiple browsers or multiple devices, please add them up and vote according to the combined total. And please count before you vote and not after :D
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How did Hal's current form come about? 💫
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I'm bringing together men of a particular caliber and decided to form a parachute regiment.
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alfie dellon you will always be famous
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Alfie! he´s one of Milton's dad's :D
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Welcome to Pebblebrock.
Owner and director: Rose E. Solomons.
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If you're a woman and you are running away from an abusive home, you're welcome. If you're a little girl, probably, there's a place for you to study there, too.
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In the past it was an English Manor. In 1910, it new owner gave the orders to start a new place. Some walls were demolished, a lot of old reliques were sold, some were burnt and some are still there like the books or some paintings.
In 1911, “Mary Coldwell, school for girls” was officially inaugurated. Less than two years later, it was also a refuge for abused women and their children. Although usually are just women.
As time passed, it was obvious that Pebblebrock was a sanctuary. Women and girls are safe there. That's why men aren't allow. Except doctors or priest. Visitors are strictly controlled.
There are nuns and nurses living there. And a lot of cats. Initially were just few stray cats. When they learnt that people there meant free food, more cats arrived. And those cats had kittens... The rest is history. They're everywhere. Some are still feral, others are really friendly.
Girls have fine education. They learn different languages such as French or Spanish. Those subjects usually related to boys are also taught there, such as algebra and science. There are extracurricular activities: Music lessons for those who want to learn to play an instrument, art or they can learn some skills for their future lives like typewriting.
Women usually work on the vegetable garden, taking care of the trees or flowers. Some of them are in charge of the different activities the place need from painting a fence to put some nails where it's necessary.
Some women learnt how to talk with those that are more traumatized. There are women with really hard experiences that simply closed themselves. Those who learnt how to approach hurt women are usually the first ones to interview those who arrived there for the first time. Some trust easily and open themselves again. Some not, but they still have their support.
A very small and selected group, an exclusive group in fact, are in charge of the security. Trained to kill. They named themselves "H&G" for Heels and Guns. The H&G are usually guarding the entrance of Pebblebrock. 24 hours. They aren't just very good with guns but also in combat. And they have some deaths over their shoulders.
And the head of all this, is Rose Solomons. But I don't need to talk about her because you know her.
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Since Saturday I want to do this. I mentioned her school and Pebblebrock more than once, but I never wrote exclusivily about this place.
Part of why I love Rose that much it's because of this. She thought about it and she did it alone. At the age of 21 .
Traumatized af, she decided to do something good with that place. And for sure she succeeded 😌.
She can't bake, but she can do this.
(and I was dying to tell you about the H&G 🤭)
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reposting all the (crashingly mediocre but very fun) tommy n alfie edits i made for my old account
shoutout to various photo editing apps and also some random landscape pics i found on google images
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About Jerome’s mum yeah the way Poppy and Jerome talk about her isn’t great and they explicitly state that she wants nothing to with helping their dad even though it clearly means a lot to her kids and that Jerome went to Poppy’s recitals when their mum couldn’t be assed so she’s definitely not the nicest.
[warning: this kind of turned into a long post]
Yeah none of the things anyone ever says about her or the context clues they give about her paint her in a good light. I'm trying to think of anything good Poppy or Jerome ever said about their mother and I'm drawing a blank.
Tbh I'd go as far as to say that she's probably the WORST parent of all the parents ever seen or mentioned. Or at least has the worst relationship with her kid(s). And that's saying something, given what some of these parents are like and some of the things they've done
Let's assess these parents, shall we? I'm gonna go from best to worst (in my opinion, at least)
We never hear any kind of mention of Fabian's or Willow's parents. Amber never once mentions a mother, and Nina's and KT's parents are all deceased, so we're not gonna include them, I'm only touching on the ones I know for sure exist.
Eddie's mom - A lot of this is just me drawing my own conclusions, but there's no way Eddie doesn't have a good relationship with his mother. He never mentions a step-parent, so I'm left to believe that she raised him by herself and it was just the two of them in their house. He got into trouble a lot in school in America but he never implied that caused any issues between him and his mom. He calls her boring at one point during his first date with Patricia but tbh I think that's just him lying to look cool. I think she has the best relationship of any of the parents with their kids, and I have two pieces of evidence for it: 1) Eddie brought his girlfriend across the ocean to meet his mom, who seemingly loved her, and 2) She actively helped Eddie plan a date and even called him (repeatedly) to see how it was going. A teenage boy consulted with his mom on girl problems, and one of two things happened. Either he asked her to help him plan a date/tell him what he should do to woo Patricia and she did, or she offered the date idea unprompted and he took it. That boy loves his mama and she clearly loves him right back. Absolutely none of the other kids are calling their parents and willingly letting them get THAT involved in their love lives like that.
Mara's parents (Francis & Mrs. Jaffray) - We never see them, but we hear about them a number of times, and Mara never says anything bad about them. She appears to be on very good terms with her parents. Despite not sharing their interests/passions/career choices, Mara in my estimation probably looks up to them a lot. They're both professional, gold medal-winning athletes, and I'll bet that's where Mara gets her competitiveness and her drive to be the best at everything. She probably feels a lot of pressure to achieve the same success as they did, and she does mention them being pushy, but it's probably more Mara pressuring herself internally than them pressuring her. Mara says more about her dad than her mom, describing him as normal and a little silly (he apparently dances like SpongeBob lol). Never a bad word about either of them, leading me to believe she has a very good relationship with her parents, though not on the same level as Eddie and his mother.
Alfie's parents (Philip & Marsha Lewis) - We see Alfie's parents once, when they visit the house after the play. And like, they obviously have a pretty good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't even bother visiting. Alfie's mom clearly adores him. And yes, Alfie's dad is very strict and has high expectations, but he never gave any indication that he didn't care. A lot of that comes from his desire to see his son succeed. And Alfie clearly wants his father to be proud of him and tries hard to impress him. I think Alfie's mother probably spoils him, but his dad is very hard on him, and that might have the potential to cause them conflict later in life when Alfie expresses that he doesn't want to go into the family business or even work in that field at all. Alfie describes them as strict and control freaks (his dad being strict in the "I am a businessman and in charge" type of way, and his mom in the "oh that's my baby I won't let anything happen to my baby!!!" type of way imo), but they clearly care a lot, and despite all the pressure Alfie feels from his parents they are definitely on the top end of Anubis parents. (Though tbh it's more Alfie's mom than dad that gets them this high on the list.) And since we know nothing about Fabian's dad, I think I can officially declare that Alfie has the best relationship with his dad out of all the boys in Anubis House, despite how strict he is and the potential conflict they could have.
Mick's and Joy's moms - I'm lumping these two here together because both of them are mentioned maybe once in passing and nothing is ever said about either of them. I know that they exist, and that's it. I know nothing about them or their relationships with their respective kids. So I have to assume that as moms they are just Fine, otherwise Joy and Mick would have talked about them more. And tbh I have nothing else to say about them, so moving on.
Amber's dad - Amber's dad feels like the classic "I don't know what to do with my child or how to connect with them so I'll just buy them everything" type of rich parent. Do they have a strong relationship? I wouldn't say particularly so, probably. But it's not a bad one. The main knock on him is that he doesn't have a lot of faith in her to achieve things in her life and probably doesn't think she's very smart. Does he know his daughter? No, it doesn't look that way. Does he love his daughter? Yes, he never gives any indication that he doesn't. The main thing putting him this high on the list is that Amber seems to adore her dad. She is definitely daddy's little girl. He absolutely spoils her. And she seems to revere him almost, and she believes he has the power to solve almost any kind of problem, which is probably how it went during a good portion of her childhood. He was very worried when he didn't see Amber for awhile while she was trapped in the tank room, and I'm pretty sure part of the reason he let her go to fashion school was concern over her well-being. While they have their tension and certainly their distance, this is definitely a good relationship, for the most part.
Mick's dad (Rory Campbell) - This is the point where we get into the more complex relationships. Mick's still got a good relationship with his dad, but it feels a lot more strained compared to the relationships above just because of the vibes I got while watching. Like Alfie's dad, Mick's dad is very hard on him. They're both rich and important and expect a lot. I think the main difference is that Alfie's dad was more like "I want you to take advantage of your potential so that you can succeed" but he's less particular about what success looks like. I don't believe he ever explicitly stated that he wanted Alfie to follow in his footsteps or take a particular path, it felt more vague and he would likely be more flexible with Alfie's future. Mick's dad, on the other hand, had a VERY particular plan in place that he expected Mick not to veer from, and seemed disappointed when Mick expressed that he wanted to do something else. And tbh one of the bigger transgressions in my mind is that he doesn't listen to Mick, and he doesn't take him seriously. It takes Mara's convincing to get him on board with the exact same things Mick was trying to tell him, and tbh that doesn't sit right with me. He doesn't seem to have a lot of belief in his son, and there also seems to be a fundamental misunderstanding of his son if he doesn't know that he's very talented at sports and not skilled at math and science and is pushing so hard for him to be a doctor specifically and not veer from the "plan" they probably made when he was like eight. Mick expresses a lot of frustration with his dad, both during this incident and when they're taking him out of school to Australia. Another difference between Alfie and Mick: Alfie is actively trying to impress his dad. Mick feels that he's already disappointed his. I imagine the frustration decreased a lot when his dad finally accepted his son's ambitions. So overall I'd say this is a mostly good relationship, and his dad definitely cares about him, but there is tension here that I can FEEL.
Jerome's dad (John Clarke) - I'm gonna have to do the cliffsnotes version of this one, since we got basically a whole season touching on this particular relationship. They didn't make it super clear when exactly he went to prison, but there was definitely a good amount of time where he was at home with the family. Poppy said she barely remembers him, so it couldn't have been THAT long, but it was long enough for Jerome to collect a substantial amount of memories, and none of them were good. Before he went to prison, it feels like John was a pretty crappy father. And not only did his parents put Jerome in boarding school at age 5, essentially abandoning him, but it seems like being at home was awful too. So Jerome had to deal with his dad being a terrible father during probably about the first five years of his life, but he also had to deal with the trauma of his dad leaving them and disappearing. Jerome held onto that resentment for a very long time, as is warranted. And yes, John was a bad dad and disappeared on his kids, but when season 2 rolled around he truly did have a change of heart and wanted to make amends, which is the only thing keeping him from being lower on this list. You can't erase the years of bad treatment and subsequent abandonment, but he looks to have recognized that he did wrong and wants to fix them and be better moving forward, which is more than can be said for some of the parents on this list.
Patricia's parents - First of all, regardless of whether or not they are good or bad parents, it feels very clear to me that Patricia HATES her parents. And since this list is about 75% relationship with their kids and 25% how good of a parent they are, that jettisoned Patricia's parents almost all the way to the end. I'd be willing to bet that they are almost always at odds with Patricia, and that, since she's a handful, they just don't know what to do with her. And they either don't believe her, downplay her concerns, or are convinced she's always making things up for attention (probably a combination of all), because they essentially brush off Patricia's concerns when she calls them after Joy's disappearance, thinking she's talking crazy. Patricia never says her parents were BAD to her, necessarily, but I don't ever remember her saying anything good about them. Just about everything she says in reference to her parents is a negative light. Probably the biggest knock on her parents is their very obvious favoritism of Piper, whom it sounds like they raised as the golden child. They gave her all the attention, put a lot of their time and energy into her music career, and left Patricia feeling very much like the least-favorite daughter. And you know that just has to hurt like hell and also make her so very mad. She obviously still has a relationship with them, since she threatens to call their father on Piper when she ditches music school, but it's clearly not a good relationship, and she definitely doesn't LIKE them or feel respected by them. So I wouldn't say they're bad parents, but they give their daughters unequal treatment and an unequal amount of love, and tbh that's a pretty shitty thing to do. Atrocious relationship with Patricia.
Mr. Sweet - Being the right hand man of the immortality cult was already bad. And then we learned this man abandoned his son on the other side of the ocean for 16 years. My personal hatred of Mr. Sweet might bleed into this a little, but tbh I don't care. It's never made clear when exactly Mr. Sweet left Eddie and his mother, whether he left before Eddie was born or stuck around for a little bit after. If he did, he didn't stick around long, because Eddie didn't know him and he didn’t know Eddie. (Which is arguably better than Jerome where he had bad memories of his father instead of none at all?) It's also unclear what his relationship with Eddie's mother was like, whether they were married (possible but doubtful, given her different last name), or planning to build a life together, if he left without warning or had some kind of excuse for going back, if they were on good terms when he did, and also what his relationship with her is like now. (Also we don't know what he was doing in America, or when and why he decided to reach back out to Eddie and how exactly that all happened, but that's for a different post.) Either way, Eddie grew up without any kind of a father, and depending on what his mother told him, he could've hated the guy, ached to meet him, resented him, and probably every single emotion you can think of. And it undoubtedly led to a lack of trust and feeling unwanted. Not to mention that once Eddie DOES come into his life he has no clue how to be a father, and he's a pretty crap one, especially at first. On repeated occasions he acts like he hates Eddie, says he's disappointed in him (ex. the conversation in Eddie's room that Patricia overhears), and doesn't approve of him or his actions, which is not the best way to connect with your son or help him feel good (and he wonders why Eddie doesn't want to call him dad). Oh, and there's the whole "constantly putting his friends in danger" thing. And being on team evil. The ONLY saving grace here is that by the end Sweet is ACTIVELY trying to build a relationship and be a dad (I'd argue he never really succeeds at the whole being a dad part), and he seems to care and never purposefully tries to put Eddie in danger. But the two of them do not have a good relationship, I would say. And tbh I don't think Eddie should ever forgive him, after all he's done, but that's just my personal opinion.
Joy's dad (Frederick Mercer) - I feel like we sometimes forget just how awful Joy's dad was. Not only was he in the evil immortality club, he willingly used his OWN DAUGHTER for cult activities and ceremonies. Like, he essentially gave her up and said she's cult property now, intending to use her as a pawn. And he kept her locked up and isolated from the world and from her friends for MONTHS. MONTHS!!!!! And for lack of better words he was making her help them kill their friends. Like sir you have traumatized your daughter for LIFE. And it is YOUR FAULT. I have no idea what their relationship was like before all that went down; Patricia seemed to indicate that he was a pleasant guy, and even while she was locked up Joy was convinced that her dad was doing this because the others were "making him," bless her heart. Before all that, they probably had an okay, normal relationship. But tbh, none of that matters anymore. I imagine that absolutely shattered Joy's relationship with her dad. I can only imagine the heartbreak and hurt and betrayal she must've felt, especially if indeed they'd had a good relationship before, and now she probably won't ever trust him again. At one point Joy says she's trying to work on her relationship with her father, which is more than he deserves tbh. This relationship is absolutely not a good one anymore, and it may even be irreparable. The literal only thing saving him is that he at least ACTED like he cared. He repeatedly calls her darling and princess during his appearances onscreen, and he tries to assure her it'll be okay. At the very least, he cares, even if he cares in the wrong way.
And now, last and certainly least, we come to Jerome's mom. "But Liz," you say, "you're rating her worse than the two parents who were literally in the immortality club?!" Yes, and here's why.
We don't see her at ALL, but what we do hear about her paints an ugly, ugly picture. And what makes her the worst is that she does not care and does not even ATTEMPT to care. Alfie's and Mick's dads have high expectations and are hard on their kids, but they both show that they care. Amber's dad doubts her but loves her and protects her. Patricia's parents certainly have the ability to care, even if they need to reallocate their resources to BOTH daughters. Eddie's dad and Jerome's own dad, throughout all their transgressions, expressed interest in mending and building relationships with their kids. Even Joy's dad seemed to care.
Joan Clarke does not care. You said so yourself up there, anon: she refuses to help her kids with their dad in prison and never attended any of Poppy's recitals. And she sent Jerome off to boarding school at age five and left him there to rot, in Jerome's words. Throughout the entire show, I can't recall Jerome ever once saying one good thing about his mother. And he implied that his home life is bad and doesn't go home a lot, which would all be her fault, since she's the only parent there. Based on Jerome's comments and context clues, she just sounds like an unpleasant woman all around. I said this in the tags of the post that inspired this ask, and I'll say it here: I'm pretty sure Alfie has met Jerome's mom, based on clues (and if he hasn't met her, he's met her in my headcanons). In the episode with Alfie's parents, he says to Jerome "yours are WAY worse" when discussing parents, implying that he's met them. But as John Clarke is in prison and Alfie doesn't know anything about him, and also because he's definitely been gone since before Jerome and Alfie met, there's no way Alfie's met his dad. Which means he's only met Jerome's mom, and the comment was just about his mom. And if Alfie's saying it like that, you know she cannot be a pleasant lady. I'm trying to think of any redeeming things Jerome ever says about his mom, but it's difficult. Alfie makes a joke in s1 while they're "contacting Joy's spirit" that Jerome once stole Mrs. Andrews' scarf and snuggled in bed with it because he was missing his mom, but that's about it. Yes, she was technically there for her kids (unlike some of the dads on this list), but it sounds like she wasn't really there mentally. She made it clear to her kids that she doesn't care and doesn't seem to be making any effort. So if I'm Jerome, I'm going home almost never so I have to see her as little as possible [I have a headcanon that Jerome never goes home for Christmas and in fact starts going to Alfie's house for Christmas]. Because not only does he have a bad relationship with her, he has practically no relationship at all.
So, in conclusion it may be a controversial opinion, but I truly believe Jerome's mom is the worst of the parents. In their relationships with their kids, at least.
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updated designs for all the main characters of my incredibly stalled comic project!! wanted to vary their faces & body shapes a bit more this time around, and make their outfits a little more believable!
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Are you ready for more of these three? I hope so! Let’s dive in shall we? If you’re new, all you need to know is spelled out in the chapter - it’s not exactly a complex plot 😂
Summary: Stepping back we see glimpses of her first solo encounter with Tommy outside of their arrangement, as well as another of their early adventures as a three.
Warnings: 🔞 PWP Smut. Both M/F and M/F/M threesome. Use of blindfolds and restraints. Cum play (is that the right description? Nothing grim - it’s not Saltburn 😜). We’re not worrying about birth control in this one! Usual bad language.
Word count: 6581 PART ii | SERIES
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iii. A Devilish Choice
The note had arrived as normal, the date, time and location printed on the card attached to a sumptuous bouquet of deep red roses. This tradition had sprung from Tommy’s first ostentatious choice, but as much as Alfie rolled his eyes, she enjoyed the gift and so the routine had stuck. Three times now, since their initial unexpected tryst, she had enjoyed the pleasure of their shared company. And very pleasurable it had been indeed.
Dressing in a newly purchased set of lace and satin, the fine material barely concealing what it contained, she slipped a fitted black dress over them - she was well past the disappointing shapelessness of the early 1920s, ready for something a little more flattering as they neared the end of the decade.
A final spritz of perfume and she was ready, collecting her small overnight bag before taking a taxi to the appointed venue for that evening’s festivities.
She always arrived last. It was the rule. If there was a problem and one of the men was detained, the reception staff would politely ask her to wait in the bar. That way there could be no mishaps before they were fully quorate. No chance of getting carried away before both gentlemen were ready to partake.
And she always had her own key - that was her rule. She wasn’t some whore they paid by the hour - she was an equal party and she could come or go as she wished. Not that she ever did wish to leave. Not even when they had her gasping and begging, pleading for rest or release.
Stepping out as the lift chimed her floor, she made her way along the thickly carpeted corridor, her heels sinking into the dense pile, making not a single sound. Turning the ornate key in the lock of the suite, she let herself in, looking around expectantly for the men.
Except there was only one man, and he was uncharacteristically lounging in an armchair by the window, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette at least was entirely usual.
“Thomas,” she said quietly, eyes darting around, looking for Alfie.
He rose, crushing the stub of his smoke as he did so, making his way towards her. “Evening, sweetheart.”
“Where is he?” She clenched her fingers around the handle of her overnight bag, holding it against her front as a buffer.
He shrugged lazily, trying to take the bag from her tight grasp.
“Must be late.”
She tugged the luggage away from him and took a step back. This wasn’t the routine. Something was wrong.
“And if I was to call Camden right now, he would know he was supposed to be here?”
He smirked, holding up his hands. “Guilty. Thought maybe we could just have a little time to ourselves for once, eh? Like old times?”
He advanced a step and she backed further away.
“No. No way. Absolutely not!”
“Oh come on, you used to enjoy it.”
The half smirk and mischief in his eyes sent a spark through her. Taking a breath she lifted her chin.
“That was before our deal. Before being in this room right now would be enough to get me killed.” She turned, making it as far as the door, the cool polished brass of the handle brushing her palm.
“You didn’t seem to mind taking the risks when you were fucking us both behind our backs.”
She stopped, looking back over her shoulder with a scowl.
“Are you threatening me?”
He came closer, and her hand closed around the handle, ready to run.
“Of course not. You’re free to leave any time you choose.”
“Well then, I choose. Goodnight Tommy.” She turned the doorknob but his hand was suddenly flat against the door, holding it shut. His warm breath tickled the back of her neck.
“Stay. He never has to find out.”
“Let me go,” she complained, tugging fruitlessly at the door. His lips ghosted across her skin, right in the spot where he knew it drove her crazy. “Tommy, please, that’s not fair. We can’t,” she breathed, a small murmur of surprise escaping her lips as his free arm looped around her waist, pulling her back against his firm, warm body.
“I know, I know,” he sighed, letting go of the door and finally succeeding in wrestling her bag from her grip. He chucked it to the floor, lips trailing along the bare skin between her neck and her dress. “But can you blame me for wanting you to myself again, just once?”
She turned in his arms, looking up at his blue eyes, as bright as a summer’s day, belying the devious devilry she knew hid behind them.
“That’s not the arrangement, Thomas, and you know it.”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her, soft lips moving gently against hers, tongue teasing along her lower lip.
“Tom, I can’t. If he found out…he could hurt me. And..” She chewed her lip, watching as he tracked the movement hungrily. “And I told him no when he asked me the same thing.”
Tommy pulled back, a frown creasing his forehead, lips parted in surprise.
“He fucking what??”
She chuckled, reaching to pat his cheek. “Do you really think you’re the only one of the two of you cocky enough to try this?”
“And how far did you let him get?” A dark look flitted across his face and she shoved him in the chest.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that! He rang me and I told him no. And that was that.”
“Fool didn’t try hard enough then,” he mumbled, grinning dangerously as he gently pressed her back against the door, lips attacking her throat. A tiny whine slipped out as a large, warm palm roamed her body.
“Tommy please. He’ll kill me. Or you. Or us both.” She gasped as he tugged the strap of her dress to the side, mouth eagerly following the newly exposed skin below her collarbone. “Fuck.”
His other hand was busy pulling her leg to his hip, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her dress, pressing into the bare flesh above her stockings. She could feel him already pressing hard against her hip.
Before she could stop herself, she threw caution to the wind, dragging his lips to hers, hand tangled in the longer part of his silky hair.
“I’ll never let him hurt you,” he mumbled against her mouth between desperate, hungry kisses. “He never has to know.”
*****
One week later
She paused outside the hotel room door, key in hand, taking a deep breath to calm her jangling nerves. Realistically, if Alfie knew what she’d done with Tommy, he wouldn’t be waiting for one of their get togethers. He knew where to find her and he would have already popped round to finish her off.
Right? Right.
She hoped.
Blowing the air from her lungs she turned the lock and let herself in, finding the boys in their habitual spots - Alfie lounging in a chair whilst Tommy leaned against the mantelpiece, smoking. Always smoking.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” She pinned on a smile, stamping down her nerves as she slipped the fur from her shoulders to drape it over the coat-stand, dropping her belongings beside it. Glancing between them, she searched for signs of a squabble but found none. Or at least, no more than usual.
Tommy drifted towards her as Alfie rose to greet her and, prompted by the guilt burning in her belly, she ignored Tommy to kiss the Camden man hello first. As though it would somehow make up for her indiscretion.
“Yeah it is, yeah, little bird.” Alfie pulled her into him, catching her lips and making her squeak as he playfully pinched her bum. “A very good evening indeed.” She smiled, slipping her arms around his neck as he kissed her again, feeling Tommy’s warmth hovering behind her.
“‘Ere, been meaning to ask you, dove, have you had a word with that fella of yours about the—” She placed a perfectly manicured fingertip against Alfie’s lips, tutting softly.
“Now Alfie, you know the rules.” She grinned as he sucked her finger into his mouth, his tongue soft and warm against it. “No business before pleasure.”
He grunted goodnaturedly, biting her finger lightly before letting her reclaim it, allowing her to spin around into Tommy’s waiting arms. The scent of smoke and his cologne enveloped her, making her tingle as his lips met hers in a soft kiss.
“Best get on with the pleasure then,” he mumbled against her mouth, eyes drawing her in, making her breath hitch. Or it might have been because she felt Alfie beginning to unfasten her dress, lips ghosting over her skin.
“Both so impatient tonight,” she smirked, leaning back to let Alfie rid her of her clothing, leaving her in just the dark red lingerie that lay beneath.
“Fuck,” growled Alfie, cupping her breasts from behind, pinching her hardening nipples through the delicate fabric. “When you look like this, ‘course we’re fucking impatient.”
She closed her eyes and gave into the feeling of them both running their hands over her body, letting them move her, their lips on her mouth, jaw, neck, shoulders. In a haze, she fumbled with buttons and fastenings until at last warm skin was pressed against hers.
Tommy sucked gently at the spot on her neck that she adored as Alfie finally unhooked her bra, the thin straps tugged down her arms and Tommy followed its descent until his lips closed over one stiff peak. Alfie turned her head, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as the Birmingham man teased her, his soft tongue lapping against the sensitive bud.
“C’mere,” mumbled Alfie as he finally released her, breathless and a little dizzy. He tugged her by the hand and Tommy relinquished her, letting Alfie guide her to the large bed that dominated the room.
“Up you go, there’s a good girl,” he grinned, slapping her bum as she climbed on, the expensive sheets soft under her hands. “That’s right, in the middle, quick as you like.”
Settling herself she sat up, resting on her elbows, looking at them expectantly. “Aren’t you joining me?”
From behind his back, Tommy brandished a long, thin length of black material. She looked between them, brows furrowed as he passed it to Alfie, who knelt on the bed beside her.
“Hands,” he ordered with a grin.
She raised her eyebrows, glancing between them again.
“Not bloody likely.”
Alfie moved to straddle her hips, not resting his whole weight on her but enough to keep her pinned. A current of fear shot through her but the gleam of evident desire in his eyes quelled it, changing it to a shiver of anticipation.
“Don’t you want to be good for us, treacle?” He held the silky fabric between his hands, wrapped around his fists and pulled taut.
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t exactly trust you two not to tie me up and just leave me here.” Her eyes met Tommy’s. “Or worse.”
Alfie laughed throatily, leaning down to kiss her, lips trailing down to her breasts, beard brushing softly against her skin. She arched her back into his touch, moaning quietly.
“And why would we leave when you’re looking so fucking delicious, hmm?”
Mollified, she held out her wrists with a sigh and he grinned broadly as he carefully wrapped the length of fabric around them, looping them together and tying them off around a spindle in headboard behind. The material was silky smooth against her skin and she tugged experimentally, but she was held fast.
“Good girl,” he grinned, clambering off her to lie at her side, fingertips tickling across her extended ribcage, making her squirm.
But it was only when Tommy moved closer that she realised he was holding another length of fabric. She glanced warily between them.
“How would you like to play a little game, treacle?” asked Alfie as Tommy knelt beside her flexing the silken material between his hands, much like Alfie had done before.
She arched an eyebrow and looked at him. “What kind of a game? The kind that you have to have already tied me up before suggesting?” Alfie chuckled, pressing a kiss to her arm, pulled back behind her head.
“Nothing sinister, we promise,” smiled Tommy, a gleam in his eye. “Just a simple guessing game.”
“Like blind man’s buff…. in the buff!” Alfie laughed heartily at his own joke whilst Tommy rolled his eyes with a sigh.
“You want to tie me up and blindfold me?”
“Now she’s getting it. Took you long enough, dove - thought you were supposed to be the clever one here?”
It was her turn to roll her eyes. Turning her attention to Tommy, who was still holding the blindfold between his hands, she asked, “What’s the game?”
Smiling, he leaned down to wrap it around her eyes, and without the use of her arms she had no real choice but to let him.
“You wear the blindfold and have to guess who’s doing what.”
A frisson of desire rippled through her, thighs clenching together involuntarily.
“I think she likes it,” chuckled Alfie, as the blindfold was more securely knotted behind her head. Like the restraints around her wrists, it was soft against her skin but the darkness was absolute.
A hand trailed over her abdomen, and she jumped, gasping slightly, the lack of vision making every touch surprising and somehow more evocative. The game itself would be easy though, she thought; Alfie’s beard and beringed fingers made him very recognisable.
The gentle clang of metal sounded to her left and she couldn’t stop herself from looking even though she couldn’t see a thing.
“What was that?” Images of guns darted across her mind. But the sound was wrong.
“Wouldn’t want to make it too easy for you,” chuckled Alfie, accompanied by the final ringing rattle of jewellery landing on the nightstand. Fuck, so much for being recognisable.
The bed dipped by her feet and again she blindly followed the movement. Nimble fingers made short work of unhooking her stockings, gently rolling them down her leg, first one and then the other. Warm breath ghosted over her skin as they pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thigh and down her shin.
“Tommy..?” she breathed, every featherlight brush of his fingers and lips heightened by the position she found herself in.
“Too easy,” grunted Alfie, the bed dipping again as he caught her lips with his. He was busy licking into her mouth, making her moan as he not-so-gently pinched her nipple, when Tommy interrupted.
“C’mon, isn’t going to be much of a game if she knows exactly where we are.”
Grumbling, the Camden man pecked a final kiss to her lips and disappeared.
“Alright, the rules are you have to guess who’s touching you but you only get one guess each time. If you guess wrong…” She could hear the chuckle in Alfie’s voice. “You’ll be punished.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
She chewed on her lower lip, thighs squeezing.
“And if I’m right?”
“You’ll see.”
The dark amusement in Tommy’s voice made her legs squeeze a little more tightly.
For a moment, nothing happened and she worried that maybe they had actually tied her up, blindfolded her and left her. But then large, lightly calloused hands were pushing her knees apart, running up her legs, thumbs teasing little circles along the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She whimpered as a broad fingertip traced the line of her folds through her underwear, the tiny scrap of material the only thing left concealing her from them.
And she had absolutely no idea whose fingers they were.
The thought made her moan aloud, hips rising to meet the torturously slow movements.
“Please…” she begged but neither man replied, giving her no sense of who might be touching her.
Kneeling between her legs, thighs pushed wide, the unknown man’s hands began to slide up her body, eventually cupping her breasts, thumbing her already stiff nipples. Her hips rocked, uselessly chasing friction and suddenly she felt a knee against her pussy, giving her something to grind against. With a whimper of relief, she rolled her cunt against him, certain he could feel how wet she was, mewling as a tongue licked over her breast, circling the peak.
Breathlessly she tried to focus, searching for clues. A shifting of the air as he moved, mouth travelling to her other breast, gave her a small waft of smoke, mingled with something clean and sharp, like verbena.
“Tommy?” she mumbled, feeling the lips around her nipple curve into a smile.
“Clever girl,” he smirked, his breath on her lips fleetingly before he was kissing her, soft and slow, tongues dancing lazily together.
*****
One week earlier
She pulled away from his kiss, staring up into his eyes, pupils wide, full lips parted as he hovered above her on the bed.
“Tell me this isn’t some kind of a test. Some kind of game.”
He dipped his head, tongue circling her nipple, feeling the involuntary roll of her hips against his, a delicious friction as she ground against his still clothed cock.
“I don’t play games.”
She laughed, slightly louder than she intended, at this blatant lie and he looked up with a petulant frown.
“What is all this if not a game, Thomas? You and Alfie? You really think I believe that you’re both eager and willing to share?” She stroked her fingers through the longer part of his hair and down across the velvety shortness at the back. “It’s all fun and games until someone ends up with a bullet, eh?”
He shook his head, cradling the side of her head.
“What happens between the three of us has nothing to do with what happens here.”
She snorted. “If Alfie could see us right now he’d have an aneurysm.”
He grinned wolfishly. “Don’t give me ideas.” Face softening, he settled more comfortably between her bare thighs, bracketing her head between his arms and cupping her face. He dipped his head so his hair tickled her forehead, his nose brushing against hers as his breath fanned across her lips.
“I just missed having you all to myself. No games. Just that.”
Choosing to believe the sincerity in his blue eyes, she slipped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in. Sinking into the softness of his mouth she gave in completely as he began to kiss down her jaw, to her throat. Down and down, lavishing her body with attention until he could pull her underwear down her legs and devour her completely.
The truth was, she had missed this too.
*****
One week later
“So, what’s my reward for guessing correctly?” she asked, blindly running a thumb over his lips as Tommy let her come up for air.
“This.”
She felt the bed shift, a chill settling over her bare skin as he pulled away, and then his hot mouth was against her cunt, underwear pulled to the side so he could wrap his lips around her slick, swollen clit. Crying out as he teased the little bundle she tugged uselessly against her restraints, desperate to run her fingers through his hair.
But almost as soon as he started, he stopped, pulling away, leaving her breathless and alone on the bed once more.
It dipped again, this time near her head, a thumb rubbing over her lips until she parted them, pressing against her tongue. As it was removed she jumped slightly at the heavy tapping of a cock against her mouth, but complied immediately, letting it slip past her lips, sucking lightly, the salty tang of precum coating her tongue.
“Alfie?” she hazarded a guess as she pulled back, unable to believe he would be able to wait and let Tommy have all the fun.
“Sorry sweetheart. I don’t know whether I should be offended or not,” chuckled Tommy, taking advantage of her open-mouthed surprise to push his cock back in, pressed his hips into her face until she was gagging around his thick length. After a few seconds, she tapped his leg, growing desperate for air.
“Shhhh… take your punishment, there’s a good girl…” he cooed, groaning as her throat constricted around his cock as she choked.
When he finally pulled her head back, she gasped, coughing and spluttering on her own saliva that was already dripping down her chin. Dazed, she wasn’t properly paying attention when she felt hands pulling her underwear down her legs, spreading her open.
She cursed loudly, back arching as a tongue licked a hot stripe between her folds. Immediately she could feel the telltale scratch of Alfie’s beard against her skin, but for fear it would all end too soon, she let him continue. He lapped against her clit, a broad finger pressing lightly against her tight hole, already leaking with her desire. As he eased two into her, she wailed needily, losing focus as he brushed her gspot.
“Alfieeeee…” she gasped, rutting against his hand, eyes rolling back in her head behind the blindfold as he fucked her.
“Made that a bit too easy for you,” he laughed against her clit, the rumble vibrating through her, making her legs quiver. “What reward do you want?”
“Cum… please… I need to…” she babbled, the talented digits inside her stroking her ever closer to the edge.
“So soon? I don’t think so.” She cursed loudly as he withdrew, his chuckles drifting back towards her.
The bed dipped on either side of her and her head twisted left and right in question.
“Too easy for you if we take it in turns like that. Time to make things more interesting.” It was Tommy speaking but she couldn’t tell which side he was on.
Without warning, two fingers were thrust into her waiting pussy, making her gasp. At the same time, a cock was tapping against her lips and she let it slide across her tongue, a hand tangled in her hair to hold her at the right level as she hollowed her cheeks. She tried to bob her head a little, sucking gently, tongue teasing along the length. But the fingers in her cunt were so distracting, teasing that delicious spot inside that she could only whine desperately around the member in her mouth.
The hand in her hair pulled her back, the fingers in her pussy slowing to a maddening stop, just filling her and offering nothing more.
“Time to guess, treacle.”
Fuck, she’d forgotten she was supposed to guess. Did the fingers feel the same as before? Did the cock? How would they punish her if she was wrong..? To buy herself a few extra seconds, she licked across the tip still by her lips, earning a sharp hiss as she dipped into his slit.
Hmmmm… maybe Tommy?
“Tommy here…” she sucked lightly on the tip again, releasing it with a pop. “Alfie there.” She squeezed her thighs around the hand between her legs.
“Fuck you really can’t us apart, can you bird?” laughed Alfie, choking her on his cock until she was whimpering, drool spilling down her chin and cheeks. “Just so greedy for our cocks you can’t even tell the difference. Don’t matter who’s fucking you, as long as you’re being fucked, is that it?” The hand between her legs pulled out, tapping her clit sharply so that her whole body jerked.
Alfie pulled back and she heaved for breath, the mattress shaking as they moved - or pretended to - a strangled cry catching in her throat as one of them lifted her hips on their knees and slid easily into her slick cunt, filling her in a single thrust.
But they were wrong. She knew at once it was Alfie, his familiar girth stretching her so wide it was almost painful.
“Alfie…” she stuttered, desperate moans falling from her lips as his hips began to slam repeatedly into hers.
“Oh, she’s getting better.” Pulling her hips higher into him, he slapped her ass making her yelp.
“Ow! I thought I get a reward for getting it right?” she gasped out, the coil tightening in her belly, every drag of his thick cock against her sensitive walls sending her almost tumbling over the edge.
“If you think I didn’t just feel how hard you squeezed me, dove, you’d be wrong,” he chuckled darkly, spanking her again, her walls fluttering wildly. As she gasped, she felt Tommy squeeze her cheeks, his cock sliding into her open mouth, holding her head still so he could gently fuck her face.
Fingers found her clit, though whether they were Alfie’s or Tommy’s she wasn’t sure, but just the thought of Tommy rubbing her clit right above Alfie’s arrowing cock, was enough to snap her control. Liquid fire burned through her veins as she unravelled, gasping and whimpering around Tommy’s length, his fist in her hair tightening as the vibration of her moans travelled through him.
The blindfold was ripped from her eyes and she blinked in surprise, squinting against the light after so long in the dark. Glancing down she could see Alfie’s cock still nestled deeply inside her, glinting with her release. Tommy was kneeling by her face, fisting himself just above her face, his skin shining with the slick of her saliva that she could also feel decorating her face.
“Why did you take it off?”
“Because it’s going to be pretty easy to guess what happens next.”
*****
One week earlier
With his back against the headboard, they both groaned as Tommy pulled her into his lap, sinking her back down onto his waiting cock. Wrapping her arms around his neck she began to move, his lips burning across her shoulder and neck, soothing the nips of his teeth with gentle sweeps of his tongue.
“Careful. No marks,” she gasped, every roll of her hips dragging him against the most sensitive spot inside her, fingers curling into his hair as pleasure sparkled through her. She felt his lips curve against her skin, face moving lower to bite her breast in response. Tugging his head back sharply she pretended to frown at his grinning lack of contrition, feeling his cock flex inside as she pulled roughly on the strands in her fist.
“You trying to get me into trouble?” She rolled her hips torturously slowly, his eyes flickering with need. “Because I don’t think he’ll take too kindly to it if he thinks I’ve been with anyone that isn’t you two, do you?”
He shifted slightly, making her squeak as it bounced her on his length. A large palm rested warmly in the middle of her back as his other tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Can we please stop talking about Alfie fucking Solomons when I’m inside you, eh?”
Laughing quietly, she caught his lips with her own, moaning into his mouth as he began to take control, sliding her on and off his cock.
“Don’t you like thinking about him fucking me?” she murmured against his ear as she buried her face in his neck, nipping his skin, breathing him in. His hips snapped into her a little harder. “Don’t you like watching him take me?” She broke off into a moan as he gripped her hips. “Making me his.” Desperate panting gasps fell from her lips as he fucked up into her harder and faster than ever.
Pulling her head up, she rested her forehead against his with her fingers in his hair, drowning in his eyes, their frantic breaths brushing each other’s lips.
“Don’t you like… watching when… he makes me cum, Tommy?” she gasped out softly, her voice falling away to a silent scream, as his arrowing cock finally pushed her over the edge.
Not giving her time to recover he flipped them so she was on her back, hovering above her as he slid back into her fluttering, velvety warmth with a groan.
“I prefer it when I’m watching you cum for me.” He withdrew slowly, teasing her with just the tip for a moment before he slammed back in, making her cry out. “So how about you give me another, like a good girl, eh?”
*****
One week later
Alfie pulled out of her and between the men, they flipped her onto her front. Giggling in surprise, she scrabbled for purchase, trying to find her balance on her bound hands and knees, as Tommy wasted no time in filling her.
Gripping her hips, he spotted the tiny, fading bruises he had left there the week before. The knowledge of their illicit dealings made him thrust harder, desperate cries falling from her lips until Alfie’s cock put a stop to them. He usually tried to avoid paying too much attention to the other man, but Alfie caught his eye, mischief gleaming in his as he nodded, pushed himself deeper into her throat, holding her head still with one big hand in her hair.
Mirroring his action, Tommy pushed himself as deep as he could into her velvety cunt and held still. Resting a hand on her back, he could feel her shaking, hear the sharp desperate breaths through her nose, the maddening friction of her quivering walls around him. But she didn’t fight them, didn’t move. His head swam with her complete acquiescence, how she let them both take whatever they wanted from her, to use her however they pleased.
Reaching around her trembling body he rolled his fingers over her clit, sliding easily across it, the little bundle coated in her previous release. Immediately she jerked, clenching tightly around his cock. Choking properly on Alfie’s cock, he had no choice but to pull back, a desperate wail following her gasping coughs as Tommy’s rough fingertips danced her closer to the edge.
“You gonna cum all over his cock, are ya? Gonna soak him like a pretty little whore, yeah?” taunted Alfie, cupping her chin as Tommy’s hips slammed into her from behind, his fingers pressing hard against her clit. The combined sensation was overwhelming, her eyes slipping closed.
“Asked you a fucking question, bird,” he teased, smacking her cheeks with his swollen cock. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Desperately she forced her eyes open, tiny cries stuttering from her chest as the pounding behind never faltered.
“Yes Alfie.” He nodded, grunting slightly as he took advantage of her open mouth, pushing into her warmth again.
“You gonna take his cum like a good girl too? Let us fill you up?”
She whimpered as she felt Tommy grip her hips more tightly, cock flexing inside her.
“Give it to me,” she whispered, pulling her head back, tendrils of salvia stretching between her lips and Alfie’s cock.
Tommy grunted behind her and, ignoring the other man, he shifted, making her cry out as he pushed her head down towards the pillows, hammering into her drooling cunt until she unraveled with a high whine. Her walls convulsed around him, squeezing so tight he could hardly breathe, his hips driving forward and stilling as he spilled deeply into her body with a groan.
Gasping slightly he pulled himself back, slipping from her and watching as a thick drop of his spend trickled out of her. Gathering it on his fingers he pushed it back in, working her sensitive gspot until she was shaking and writhing, trying to escape the overstimulation.
Chuckling, he relented, moving away to let Alfie take her, watching as he returned her to her back, spreading her legs wide and teasing her pussy as more cum leaked from her.
“Open.” Tommy held his sticky fingers by her mouth but she just looked up at him.
“Didn’t you hear the man?” grunted Alfie, watching in apparent fascination as white dripped from her, gathering it on the tip of his cock and pushing all the way into her in a single stroke. The intrusion when she was still so sensitive made her gasp and Tommy’s fingers slipped into her mouth, making her taste the tangy, saltiness of their combined releases.
As Alfie sent an almost brutal pace between her legs, Tommy cupped her cheek, bringing her lips towards his cock, still semi-hard.
“Clean up your mess,” he growled, eyes so dark they were almost black. Tentatively she licked, tasting their creaminess, sucking lightly on his tip until he hissed at the sensitivity.
Inside, Alfie was building her to another crescendo, angling just right to catch that spot that made her vision blur with every deep thrust of his hips.
“D’you like it when he fucks my cum into you?” murmured Tommy, almost hard again from her kitten licks and nuzzles against his balls, her wide-eyed stare through wet lashes. “When we give you so much it’s leaking out of you for days?”
Alfie laughed, pushing her knees towards her chest, the change of angle, the additional depth, robbing her breath. “If you could feel how hard she’s gripping me, you’d know she fucking loves it.”
A strangled cry left her lips as he snapped his hips into her, catapulting her over the edge again, her whole body shaking. Like Tommy before him, the vice-like clench of her cunt around him had Alfie chasing her over the cliff, painting her insides white.
Pulling out after a moment to catch his breath, he pulled her pussy lips apart with his thumbs to watch the flood of their combined cum spill out of her abused hole.
“Move,” grunted Tommy, shouldering the Camden man aside and guiding his cock back into her.
“Tommy, pleeease, I can’t, I—”
“Yes you fucking can, fuck this little cunt loves us, doesn’t she. Squeezing me so tight, like she never wants me to leave.” He pushed deeper, making her whine, pushing down on him involuntarily. When he pulled back he could see their previous loads smeared all over her pussy, pearlescent on his cock. Her own orgasms shone on her inner thighs in the low light. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to last long this time.
Particularly when he looked up from her ruined core to see her cleaning Alfie like she had with him, pale drops of cum decorating her lips.
Lost somewhere between pleasure and oblivion, she gave herself over to their control, only focussing on rolling her tongue over Alfie and the bright bolts of lightning Tommy was sending through her body. She could taste all three of them on Alfie’s cock, mingled together like their tangled limbs when they slept.
“Go on dove, give us another, there’s a good girl.”
Alfie reached a hand down between her legs and Tommy watched as the black crown tattoo winked up at him, just above where he was splitting her wide, as Alfie used their cum to roll slickly across her swollen clit.
Yelping, she gripped the silk binding still around her wrists, desperate but unable to push away the fingers teasing her over-sensitive nerves, even as the stimulation made her eyes roll back in her head. In mere moments she was shaking, thighs quaking and trying to close as Tommy pushed them back, coating his thrusting cock in another powerful orgasm. As she came, he did too, with a loud growl, cock twitching as he filled her again.
Letting go of her legs, he pulled away, his usually pale freckled skin, flushed and sweaty, dark hair stuck to his forehead. Alfie also pulled away from her and for one worried moment she thought he was coming back for more.
“No! No more, please,” she begged, arms twisting above her head, clamping her legs tightly together.
But he just laughed, gently running his hands over her skin, coaxing her knees apart. “Think you’ve had enough - for a little while anyway - bird. I just want to see.”
As he breathed a low whistle of appreciation at their combined handiwork stickily coating her pussy, claiming her as theirs, Tommy undid the ties at her wrists. Groaning in relief as she rolled her shoulders, she jumped as Alfie slid a finger through her folds, unable to stop himself from pushing their cum back, deeper into her.
“Alfie, please,” she admonished weakly, accepting a soft kiss from Tommy as he settled beside her, knuckles brushing over her cheek. He could taste the strange tang of them all on her mouth.
“You did so well for us,” he murmured as he drew back, eyes so soft she felt an odd swell of warmth bloom in her chest.
“You need some more work telling us apart though, hey?” chuckled Alfie, coaxing her mouth to his and she rolled her eyes.
“I guessed right when it counted,” she grinned, reaching down to squeeze him lightly, earning a gruff huff of breath, a strong hand catching her wrist and pulling it away from his sensitive cock.
“Cheeky little mare,” he twinkled. “I’ve got half a mind to make you sleep with me buried in you. Keep it all in so you know who you belong to.” He didn’t miss the dark smirk that ghosted across her lips and he grinned more broadly. “‘Cept it’s hardly a fucking punishment when you enjoy it, is it? Fucking filthy, ain’tcha dove?”
Behind her she felt Tommy’s lips curve against her shoulder.
*****
Ten days later
He waited in the luxurious suite, a seed of anxiety taking root in his guts as the little gold clock on the mantel showed the time growing ever later. Smoking endlessly, he tried to distract himself with the book of poetry left to entice bored guests, but it was unbearably dull.
Throwing it away with a frustrated huff of breath, he lit yet another smoke as the little clock chimed prettily, announcing the passing of a full hour since he had expected her. Perhaps he had been too presumptuous with his choice of country escape. Maybe asking for two nights of her company was a step too far, this early in proceedings.
Silently, he cursed his impulsiveness, grey smoke swirling disconsolately around his head.
A click, the quiet rattle of the lock, roused him and he crushed the end of his cigarette, watching the door.
It swung open slowly and for half a second he expected to see Alfie standing there, gun in hand. Laughing at him about how the jig was up. Shortly before putting a bullet in his head for his insolence and disregard for their friendship.
If friendship was quite the right word to describe his relationship with Alfie Solomons.
But it wasn’t Alfie who sashayed into the room wearing a rich fur over a peacock blue dress, followed by a porter bearing luggage, and he slowly released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. She didn’t speak other than to direct the boy with her bags and so neither did he, only rising so he could tip the porter generously. Discretion was a specialty in this place but it didn’t hurt to labour the point.
At length the door clicked quietly closed, and they stared at each other for a long moment, a hint of a smile playing on her ruby lips.
“I wasn’t sure you were coming,” he said eventually, moving carefully towards her.
Meeting him halfway, she ran manicured fingers up the lapels of his jacket, the scent of her perfume wrapping itself around him as his hands found her waist. Looking up, fingers now brushing his cheek, she held his stare.
“Neither was I.”
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Part vi - still to come
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I really hadn’t intended for this to become what it has 🙈 I have another part in my head to come next and then I’ll need to wait for more inspiration. Your suggestions are always welcome - this part was inspired by a comment on Part ii that was interested in seeing her and Tommy’s secret one on one! See, your feedback really is inspiring 🤍 xxx
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When they keep secrets
We all have secrets, don't we? Some are just bigger than others
A/N: happy new year 💖
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What he wanted.
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"You ready?" You asked, smiling at Tommy. "Yeah." Tommy replied, quiet and stoic as ever. You kissed his cheek before getting out of the car, taking a deep breath as you stared up at your childhood home. The idea of Tommy meeting your parents didn't make you nearly as nervous as the idea of your parents meeting Tommy, and if Tommy is nervous, he's certainly not letting it show on the surface, not that his flat affect allowed much to seep though anyway. You ran your hand along the railing as you climbed the front steps that seemed significantly smaller and less steep than they did when you were younger, the light sent of your mother's cooking wafting out of the partially open window. The memories of childhood came flooding back to you, your dad chasing you up and down the hallway, mom making your favorite meals, getting a hug and kiss from both of them as they wished you well before you got on the school bus. What more could a kid ask for really. You swallowed your nerves and knocked on the door. It flung open before your arm even had time to retract to your side, "how have you been, honey?" You're dad asked, swiftly pulling you into a hug. You giggled into his shoulder. It was always unclear who was more excited for you to return home, you or your parents.
"Come on in," your dad ushered the two of you inside, "Tommy, right?" He added, Tommy turned to him with narrowed eyes of slight confusion. He nodded. "Phil." Your dad smiled, introducing himself with an outstretched hand. Tommy shook it hesitantly. He wasn't used to being greeted so cheerfully. You grinned as your dad hurried off, to the kitchen to tell your mother of your arrival, no doubt. Shaking your head as you moved that direction yourself, smiling at the sounds of Tommy's heavy combat booted steps following along behind you. Tommy would trail you like a loyal dog whenever he was unsure what to do with himself. Your nose followed the sent of a delicious lunch in the making into the kitchen, where you saw your mother hovering around a skillet on the stove burner. "Hi mom." You smiled with a wave. "Oh, come here dear, I need a hug!" She exclaimed, making you giggle like you did at your dad earlier as she pecked your cheek lovingly. "Who's this nice young man you've brought with you?" Your mother grinned, flicking her eyes toward Tommy with a grin. "This is Tommy." You smiled, gesturing to him. Your mother's face lit up, "I'm Cassandra, we've heard several wonderful things about you dear." Your mom introduced herself. You could tell Tommy was a bit blindsided by her characteristic vigor. He remained silent for a moment before finally settling on, "Likewise." After a moment. "Why don't you kids have a seat in the living room, and I'll call you when lunch is ready." Your mom smiled, waving you off as she went back to the stovetop. You nodded and took Tommy's hand in your own, leading him to the end of the hallway. "You okay?" You asked quietly, walking slowly to keep your boyfriend's lumbering pace. "Yeah," Tommy started, "people are just usually more excited to watch me beat the shit out of somebody than they are to meet me." He added. "Oh, really? Because they've been biting at the bit to meet you. Every phone call lately as somehow involved being asked when they were going to meet you." You grinned. You watched Tommy's eyes shift between your face and the space over your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a picture of your mother with a baby on her lap hung on the wall, both wearing matching smiles to boot. "Well," Tommy said, grabbing your attention. "I can certainly see where that grin comes from." He said, looking between you and the picture, making you smile and nod.
Tommy remained in the doorway of the living room for a moment as you flopped on the couch. He began inspecting the mantel, a wooden box with a glass top that stood up on its side held medals and ribbons, including a pyramid of power and a purple heart. He moved to the side to eye down a picture of a man in a formal dress uniform, recognizing this man as Phil, your father. The inside of his head felt hazy, like when somber clouds became intent on blocking out the sun. The world feels grey, and those who can disappear inside out of the gloomy weather. Some find a dreary rainy day depressing. Others, like Tommy, feel rather at home in the gloom of a downpour. "Tommy." A voice cut through the haze of thoughts. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, "you were in corps?" Tommy asked quietly, turning to face Phil, who nodded. "I swear, this shit follows me everywhere." Tommy mumbled. "You active?" Phil asked. Tommy shook his head, "Not anymore." He murmured, "I have one of these," he started with a gesture to the display box of medals. "The purple heart." He added. Phil smiled, straightening his back and lifting his right hand in salute, Tommy returned the gesture. "I commend you, Tommy." Phil smiled. "I should be telling you that." Tommy said quietly. "I should be asking why this is the first time I'm hearing about any of this." You said from your spot on the couch as you crossed your legs. "Because I don't like to talk about it." Tommy grumbled, hanging his head. Your expression softened, standing and moving toward Tommy. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his arms around your midsection, engulfing him in the comfort of a warm hug. Your dad padded him on the back, unintentionally making him pull away from you. Tommy eyed him oddly, you thought, like a half-hearted side-eye. "Lunch is ready!" Your mom called before you could really question this look.
Settling in at the table, you almost felt like a kid again. "How was your day, sweetie?" Your mom asked. You smiled, grabbing a piece of the fried chicken off your plate as you began telling them about your week. Tommy ate in silence, giving himself hell mentally after flinching at your sudden outburst of laughter at one of your dad's jokes. "Is something amiss, Tommy?" Your mom asked. You turned to see alarms going off behind Tommy's eyes. "No, everything's good, I appreciate this." Tommy said quietly, gesturing to the table, trying to redirect the attention away from himself. "You're very welcome, deary." Your mom smiled. Tommy nodded and continued to eat quietly. Watching you joyfully converse with your parents, he wasn't sure he'd ever admit it to you, but this is what he wanted growing up.
First date dilemma.
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Eddie has always found getting ready rather stressful after being in front of a camera for the better part of his career. He had always felt the inescapable feeling of having to impress or prove himself to people, but preparing for a date was even worse. "Mmm," a deep rumble reverberated through his skull, making Eddie freeze in place, awaiting further harassment from his inner critic, but it didn't come. "Your heart rate has risen." The dark voice said lowly. "Yeah, no shit." Eddie muttered as he examined himself in the mirror. He sighed heavily and shrugged off the grey plaid long sleeve, "Nope!" He said, shaking his head. Vemon sighed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the sound as he put the shirt back in his closet, feeling a pair of tendrils extending out of the midsection of his back. The feeling of the symbiote oozing through his skin was like warm water through a strainer. It was odd at first, but now it's hard to go without the warmth of Vemon coursing through his vains or the feeling of security that came from the symbiote forming around his body. Eddie turned away from his closet to see a navy long sleeve button-down and his leather jacket being presented to him, "Put this on." Vemon said. "Are you sure?" Eddie asked, taking the shirt in his hands. "Yes," Vemon exclaimed, "otherwise, we are going to be late." the symbiote added. "Being late is kinda my specialty, ya know?" Eddie deadpaned as he buttoned his shirt. "Idiot!" Vemon exclaimed, "being late on a first date is not a good look." They snapped. Eddie sighed as he picked up his keys and motorcycle helmet, "You watch too many Hallmark movies." He grumbled, locking the door behind him.
He arrived at the restaurant with exactly a minute and a half to spare, thanks to Vemon doing most of the driving. "Now, I need you to be quiet, alright?" Eddie murmured under his breath, glancing around nervously. "Of course, Eddie!" His alien earpiece exclaimed, "You are perfectly capable of messing this up without my input." They added mockingly. "Well, thanks for having faith in me, jackass." Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes. His feet were suddenly glued to the ground once he spotted you sitting on a bench by the door, waiting. You smiled widely when you saw him, "Hi Eddie." You beamed. Eddie remained in stunned silence, eyes traveling up and down your form. "Say something!" Vemon hissed, Eddie could feel them face palming. "You.. look amazing." Eddie managed, with Vemon threatening to force whatever they wanted out of his vocal chords if he didn't. "You're pretty dapper yourself." You smiled, making small adjustments to his windblown shirt collar. You turned and started toward the door, Eddie stood dumbfounded for a moment before he let out a small, breathy, "Oh." At the unseen force going to work once again, making his legs move with an irritated sigh. The restaurant wasn't busy, so you were seated quickly. Eddie's face split into a grin as he watched you smile at a baby that cooed up at you from his mother's arms, "Oh, aren't you just precious!" You awed, giggling as the mom jokingly asked her son if he was being flirty. You went and sat at the table the host led you to, "What an adorable little human spawn." Eddie hoped Vemon's words were not meant to be as sinister as they sounded. "Um, would you excuse me for a moment." Eddie said to you in a nervous haste. You nodded, and Eddie found his way to the restrooms. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned on the sink with a heavy sigh. The sound of almost liquid matter moving made him look up at the mirror, seeing the floating head of his extraterrestrial buddy hovering over his shoulder wasn't nearly as terrifying as it used to be. Eddie shook his head lightly, running his hands over his face. "What?!" Vemon exclaimed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the symbiote with an audible huff. "You're on a date, and I'm sightseeing!" His alien counterpart insisted. "And I asked you to do it quietly!" Eddie hissed. Vemon tilted their head to one side, a soft hum vibrated through their being. Their pearly eyes and face, despite mostly being made up of an ungodly amount of teeth, held no malice. Eddie let out a defeated sigh, "I just don't wanna mess things up again, like I did with Anne." He admitted, so to speak, wasn't like he could exactly hide anything from the extraterrestrial anyway. Vemon sighed as they bowed their head, "Don't worry, Eddie, we can get through this." They grinned. "And if we don't?" Eddie questioned. "We can say we tried." The symbiote responded. "Well, let's aim to not screw up, then shall we?" The reporter agreed, Vemon nodded and disappeared beneath the surface of his skin to allow Eddie to finish his business in a sort of simi-privacy.
Eddie found Vemon's lack of commentary after their conversation in the loo disconcerting. It was unlike them and made their host anxious. As Eddie sat down at the booth, the anxious feeling seemed to disappear and was replaced by a wave of calm, and from where Vemon and he were connected, a vague sense and means of assistance. "So, how was it?" You asked, placing an elbow on the table and resting the side of your head on a closed fist. Eddie's brows attempted to touch as his features conveyed confusion, "You're meeting." Vemon murmured. "Ah, my meeting! Uh, good, it was good." Eddie exclaimed. "Well, that's... good." You smiled, making Eddie snicker. "Say, did you ever get that promotion?" Eddie asked, making you nod with a face splitting grin. "That's amazing!" Eddie congratulated you. You remained in touch with Eddie after working together, and you couldn't be more glad you did. He was funny, and miles more supportive of your career choices than your last romantic partner, even his quirk of talking to himself was endearing. Your food arrived shortly after ordering, "You put that in the article?!" You gasped. "Why not? It was the truth." Eddie responded with a smile. You shook your head with a laugh, "The ever controversial Eddie Brock." You smirked playfully. Eddie once again found himself stopped dead in his tracks by you, hearing his name on your lips provoked evocative things in the reporter. "We like this one." Vemon purred. "Yes, we do." Eddie whispered lowly into his drink under the guise of clearing his throat.
Crafty Bastard.
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"Alright, fine! Just don't work too hard, love." Alfie groaned as you helped him settle into his armchair. A sciatica flair left him doubling over as he tried getting out of bed this morning. "I should be telling you that." You smirked, bending down to kiss the lips of your stubborn husband. After an hour's worth of arguing, he finally reluctantly agreed to let you fill his place for the day and that he would satisfy your insisting that he needed rest. "But now, don't go letting anyone think they can just go slack off just because I'm not fucking there!" He ordered with a stern pointed finger as he layed his cane across his lap. "Wouldn't dream of it." You smiled, pulling on his black coat and wide brimmed hat, earning a whistle from the London gangster. You scoffed at his actions and left the house. Alfie tapped his cane against the floor, idly for a few minutes, to make sure you had left the house. He stood with a start, leaning his cane against the wall by the coat rack. "Finally." He grumbled to himself, Cyril lifted his head with a whine. "What?" Alfie groaned. Cyril replied with another whine, "You're serious? I should've been an actor, pulling off a performance like that." He mused. Cyril's ears perked forward as he tilted his head to the side, "Don't look at me like that, you mutt! A little lie never hurt anyone." Alfie said in retort. "Come on, we've got work to do." Alfie called as he walked out of the room with the mastiff at his heels.
"Where's Mr. Solomons?" Ollie asked, eyes wide with worry, or maybe they were wide from being startled by you slamming the door behind you to announce your presence in the warehouse, Thomas Shelby may have been right when he proclaimed you to be as eccentric as your husband, not that you cared. "Home," you stated, "Sciatica's giving him problems again." Ollie's features lit up knowingly as he nodded with a smile, "Right," the young assistant chirped, "shall we get to work then?". You spent the morning sifting through the messy state, Alfie always left his desk in. Papers strewn here and there, pens discarded wherever they happen to be instead of being put back in their holder, an abandoned glass of what's left of last night's whiskey on the rocks. You picked up the glass and inspected it carefully, shrugging your shoulders and deciding you only lived once. You took a small sip from the glass. Ollie narrowed his eyes as you swallowed the unsavory and heavily deluded room temperature liquid with a grimace. "What?" You asked, noticing the odd look Ollie was giving you. "Why?" Was the only word he could utter. "Why not? I'll have you know Mother didn't raise a milksop." You smiled, leaning forward with your elbows on the desk, a finger pointed right at Ollie. "And I'll have you know, you're just like Alfie." Ollie said, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Hmm," Alfie hummed, making adjustments to his tie in the mirror. "What you'd think?" He asked, turning around to face his oversized lap dog that was rather at home, sprawled out on his dad's bed unapologetically. Cyril lifted his head with a grunt, looking at Alfie with half lidded eyes as he gestured to his black necktie. "Tie or no tie?" He asked. Cyril blinked at him a couple of times before letting out a long, drawn-out groan as he flopped his head back down on the bed and stretched out his legs. "Tie it is then." Alfie said, slipping a light gray wool button vest over his white dress shirt. So far, his plan was going marvelously. Everything downstairs was neat and tidy, just the way you liked it. He had even spent extra time on the showroom that you had become rather proud of, and now he was dressed for the occasion. All that was left was to cook and set the table, and maybe just maybe, he thought to himself, if he had planned this correctly, he would be done by the time you were to return. "Oh," Alfie muttered upon exiting the bedroom, "almost forgot." He added, returning to the dresser. He rummaged for a bit before shutting the drawer with a soft thunk, "Cyril, here boy." he called. The bull mastiff left his comfy spot on the bed, sitting down at Alfie's feet and wagging his tail with a lazy pace, and his large pink tongue hung out of the side of his mouth. "Now there's a handsome lad." Alfie smiled after attaching the clip on bow tie to Cyril's collar, giving his handsome lad some headpats because handsome lads deserve their headpats.
"Have a safe trip home." Ollie waved you off as you sat a bag of paperwork in the backseat. "To you as well." You returned the wave, sliding yourself into the car. "Homeward bound?" Your driver asked. "Indeed." You nodded. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes with a sigh, and finally allowed your tired limbs to go limp and just be for the first time all day. It had been a while since you ran the bakery without your husband on hand. Alfie often asked you to accompany him to his meetings, claiming it was because he wanted your opinions, which was only partially true. You could be just as business savvy as him, but you've also brought a certain air into any space you enter that Alfie decided he'd rather not do without. A smirk lined your lips when you recalled your first face to face meeting with the Shelby clan, Alfie waltzed into the Shelby estate and announced that any and all ill treatment of you would not be tolerated with his pistol on full display as he waved it around. Before you knew it, you were on your doorstep, fumbling with your keys. You sighed in satisfaction when the lock finally clicked open, stepping into the warmth of home and out of the chilly Camden air. "Alfie, I'm home." You called, setting the briefcase of papers by the coat rack and shrugging off your husband's jacket. "In the kitchen, love." You heard Alfie call back. You narrowed your eyes as they landed on his cane, leaning against the wall. Deciding to ignore it, you followed the mouthwatering sent of dinner into the kitchen. Alfie was leaning back on the counter with his arms and legs crossed and a warm grin on his face. You eyed him up and down, and Alfie nodded toward the candle lit table. "Well," Alfie asked, making you turn back to him. "What you'd think?" He asked with a loving smile. "Everything looks wonderful," you murmured, "especially you." Alfie's grin widened, and he moved toward you, his hands readily finding your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. "Did you do all this?" You asked, Alfie nodded, but then a loud deep bark filled the room. You both looked down at the panting mastiff that was staring up at you, awaiting his own kiss. "Cyril helped to." Alfie said. Your face split into a grin, "I'm sure he did." You stated, binding down to place a kiss on Cyril's wet black nose, which he gratefully returned, making you giggle. Alfie returned his hands to your waist, "Happy anniversary, love." Alfie murmured, holding you close. "What about your sciatica?" You asked, a slightly worried look in your eyes. "Well, I had to get you out of the house somehow." Alfie chuckled, making you shake your head with a smile.
"You crafty bastard."
Out of patience.
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Prohibition era Franklin County was full of secrets. The Bondurant brothers knew this better than anybody. After all, more than half of the county's supposed law enforcement were paying them, and no one really knew who that new highfalutin deputy thought he was. Eighteen year old Jack Bondurant and his eldest brother, Howard, considered Franklin's greatest mystery to be their brother Forrest, more specifically, wherever he'd been disappearing to after closing time. Howard pushed Jack to follow when they spotted Forrest heading off into the woods. Jack pressed his shoulder firmly against an elm that was just barely wide enough to hide him from sight if he stood sideways. He peered around the tree and was met with a view of his older brother's back. Forrest moved through the fallen leaves with the ease of a predator silently stalking its pray. He came to a stop, turning around suddenly, Jack jerked his head back out of sight so hard he might as well have jerked it clean off his shoulders, he exhaled sharply. Peering around the tree again a moment later, only to see nothing. Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion and relaxed his stance. Suddenly, he was grabbed and roughly shoved back into the tree. "Gah!" He exclaimed, sighing when he found himself eye to eye with Forrest. "What're you doin' Jack?" He asked quietly but sternly. "How the hell did you..", "I asked you a question." Forrest snapped, cutting Jack off. "What are you hiding?" Jack asked. Forrest loosened his grip on his little brother's arms and reeled back slightly, mulling over the question in his head. "Me and Howard's been seein' you take off in this direction for weeks now." Jack added. Forrest glanced off to the side as he removed his hat and held it against his chest, "Now what makes the two of you think what I do is any of your goddamn business?" He grumbled, gesturing between Jack and himself. Jack furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to speak but was ultimately cut off by Forrest once again, "Why don't you go pay your preacher friend a vist, better yet, go help Cricket fix the car. Whatever you do, just let me worry about what I got goin' on, alright?" The older brother explained, stepping aside. Jack stood and stared suspiciously at Forrest for a moment. "Well, go on, get!" Forrest ordered, flicking his head back in the direction of the station. Jack hung his head, glancing up at Forrest as he pasted him, feeling rather disgruntled.
Forrest sighed as he watched Jack until he disappeared into the underbrush. Briefly entertaining the irony of effectively telling Jack to go sneak around with that preacher's daughter, with himself being in the same situation tenfold. If that new common wealth's attorney knew what was going on right under his nose, Forrest was sure he'd be hunted down and sent to the gallows by Wardell himself. He pushed on despite these thoughts. He wrapped calloused fingers around the jar, barely being contained by his sweater pocket, as he treaded the unstable ground. He'd promised a gift last time, and he'd damn himself to all eternity if he didn't keep his word. He allowed a smile to tug at his lips as he saw you at your usual meeting spot, rear end parked on a log, waiting. A twig snapping under one of his heavy boots made you jump with a gasp, "You came." You smiled, standing up to hug his neck. "Yeah, finally." He said quietly, "had to deal with Jack before I could get away from the station." He added. "I wish I could meet your brothers someday." You sighed, sitting back down. "Oh, I'd say you will, with the rate we're going." He replied, taking a seat next to you, his smile becoming more of a smirk. You rolled your eyes with a smile, and he scoffed at your reaction. Forrest reached for his pocket with a deep sigh, retrieving the Mason jar, inspecting the clear liquor before nodding and handing it to you. You cracked the lid and brought the jar to your lips, smiling as the burn of watermelon moonshine engulfed your senses. "I'll never understand how you drink that fruity stuff." Forrest teased. You smirked as you took another gulp, batting your eyes at him innocently over the jar. "Don't you go givin' me that, I've seen you put that stuff away quicker than Howard does, and that's sayin' somethin'." He chuckled, leaning forward. "What's in the box?" He asked, gesturing to the square shaped box with a red ribbon tied around it that you had brought with you. "That's your gift." You smiled, wedging the open jar between your legs. You picked the box up and placed it in his lap, "You didn't." He grumbled, eyeing the logo on the box after removing the ribbon. "You have wire wrapped around one of your boots," you exclaimed, "it's past time you got new ones." You added. Forrest stared at you for a moment, "Do I have to put'em on?" He asked you stubbornly. "Yes, you do." You giggled. Forrest shook his head lightly but moved to replace his old work boots nonetheless. "You know you have every lawman in three counties up your ass right now?" You questioned. "Yeah, but the government of this state ain't the only way that the sheriff gets paid, and I've spent the better part of my years doing this, so I've got a government of my own, and I can run quicker when there is no sun." He responded. A smirk laced your lips as you took another drink. Forrest finished lacing his new boots just as a metallic sound caught his ears, turning his head to the side. He saw you toying with a pair of handcuffs, folding them over in your hands repeatedly. "Where'd you get them from?" He asked. "Well," you said with a half-suppressed laugh, "let's just say Rakes is going to miss the pleasure of seeing you in these." You grinned at him. "You stole'em." He said, his voice wasn't accusatory nor was his statement a question, just a simple matter of stating a fact. "And here I thought I was the criminal in this mess." He mused, standing up to shrug off his sweater, making your eyes light up as you grinned widely, to give you better access to whatever you wanted whilst mentally trying to burn the image of your expression into his brain.
Forrest ascended the front steps of Balckwater station slowly with a heavy sigh, knowing his brothers would leave the side door unlocked to await his return, like always. His body still felt as if it were reeling from its exploits, but he didn't mind. The change of pace was nice once in a while, and at least he knew he would get some good rest once he finally made it to his bed. He shut the door behind him and clicked the lock in place. Another sigh left his lips as he struck a match and lit up a smoke. He was careful not to smoke around you. Less the smell got you in trouble. Not that Mason Wardell was any better a man than Forrest thought himself to be. They were both outside the law in a way, just with different backgrounds and upbringings. However, Wardell was viewed as more approachable to the public eye that Forrest preferred to stay out of. The light of the embers and the staunch smell of tobacco were the only things that seemed to fill the room. Everything appeared still, or so Forrest thought. "Where the hell have you been?!" Howard exclaimed as soon as Forrest entered the barroom. "Nowhere that's any of your goddamn business!" Forrest retorted, sitting the box with the red ribbon out of sight behind the bar, Howard didn't need an invitation to ask more questions. Forrest parked himself on a barstool. In hopes, taking the time to savor his smoke would be enough to wait out Howard. The eldest ran his eyes up and down his baby brother, searching for anything that was amiss. "What're you starin' at your boots for?" Howard asked, leaning back in his chair. Forrest mulled over his words, "Had to get new ones." He finally said. Howard narrowed his eyes. Something still wasn't adding up in his head. Forrest never buys himself anything unless he's forced to. However, the brothers returned to their separate indulgences silently, Howard likely to succumb to a drunken stupor before ever actually making it to bed, and eventually, Forrest smudged out the butt of his cigar and made his own way to bed without a single word of a goodnight.
Forrest stared into his black coffee with a heavy exhale, taking a small break from his ledger to let his thoughts that had been clouding his work consume him. You were back in your world, and he's still stuck in his. He still carried a stinging feeling of guilt over first impressions, "You send your clown with the bowtie 'round here again, I'll make sure you personally pull a clever out of his fuckin' skull." He growled, yanking roughly on the breast pocket of Mason Wardell's shirt. He locked eyes with you as you gave him what appeared to be an approving smile and a small silent wave. He approached you in town a few days later, making sure your daddy was nowhere to be seen. You followed him behind the general goods store for privacy. "I, uh.." He started almost nervously, removing his hat, "I do apologize if I frightened you at the station the other day, I have no qualms with you." He wasn't even sure why he felt the need to apologize to you. You smiled at him again, "Honestly, I dislike that prig of a deputy just as much as you do. Dad is just as bad. That man takes a shit and thinks half of Virginia falls out of his ass." You chuckled. You giggled again as Forrest' brows made an impressive attempt to touch.
"Thank you so much for all the help, dear." You smiled as the elder woman grabbed your arm and shook it lightly. "You're very welcome, Selma." You replied, loading the rest of her groceries into her husband's truck, making sure to help her into the passenger seat when you were done. "Need a ride home?" Glen, her husband, asked. "Do you need help putting the shopping away?" You asked. "No, deary. You've done quite enough already, don't need a youngin spending their whole life worrying over us old folks." She smiled. "In that case, I'll see you at Sunday dinner. I have one more stop to make." You smiled. The older couple nodded, sending you off with a wave. Along the way, you intercepted a runaway ball, stopping it with the side of your foot. You smiled and waved before kicking the ball back to the eagerly awaiting group of kids with a light laugh. "Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson." You grinned. The old man tipped his hat as you gave his two dogs ear scratches. As small a town as Franklin County is, it felt like home. The only place that felt more like home was that little out of the way gas station just before you hit the county line. You kicked the heel of your boots against the edge of the steps to knock off the mud, "Alright, you boys better keep up the good business!" A man exclaimed, letting the door fall shut behind him. His exclamation made you look up at him with a sharp inhale through your nose. "Well, I'll be damned," the stranger said, removing his hat, "last place I'd expect that common wealth's attorney's offspring." He smiled. "I'm here on personal business, sir." You said coldly. "Of course, I didn't mean to pry. The Bondurants are in, and tell your father Floyd Banner says hi." The man said with a smirk, opening the door and holding it for you. "I say hi for no one." You muttered, walking past him. "Well, at least one of the Wardell's has some sense about them." He said jovial, letting the door shut as you turned back to give him a disgruntled look. You sighed, turning your back to the screen door. You were being ogled by two men at the bar. The younger of the two was dressed sharply, and he appeared to have stopped in the middle of wiping down the bar counter at the sight of you, judging by the rag in his hand. "This must be Jack." You thought. The other was atop a barstool, brown curls were in disarray on his head, and a wild look filled his eyes, a jar of hooch in his large hand. "Damn." The wild-eyed man said. "I'm lookin' for Forrest Bondurant, either one of you know where I can find him?" You asked. The man on the stool smiled widely with a nod, "Well, you'd think I'd know where to find'em, seeing how he's my brother and all." He said with a laugh, stumbling drunkenly as he tried to stand, catching himself on the edge of the bar. "Ah, Howard." The realization dawned on you. "He's in the kitchen. You can go on back, good luck gettin' anything out of'em." He added with an amused smirk. "Much appreciated." You smiled, feeling less of need to be formal, considering what you've heard of these two. Howard raised his jar to you with a smile, Jack nodded and gestured to a doorway, and you nodded back.
Sure enough, you found Forrest. Fitting a crust into a pie tin, of all the things you thought you'd never see him do. "What's this then?" You asked, smiling so hard at the sight before you, your cheeks became sore. "Well, somebody's got to do something with these apples, ain't no sense in lettin'em rot." He responded without looking up, starting to fill the crust with said apple slices. You stood quietly, just watching as he placed the slices in a meticulous pattern, admiring him with a smile. Forrest could feel a pair of eyes on him. However, it didn't feel like either of his brothers, and Maggie only came to him with questions or when she needed something. This stare didn't feel unfamiliar, however. So, he looked up and let his closed fists land on the table with a heavy thump. "What the hell are you doin'?" He exclaimed quietly. "Forrest?" A voice called. "Oh," a red-headed woman appeared, covering her mouth with her hand. "I wasn't aware you had company." She smiled apologetically. Forrest glanced between the two of you, hurriedly getting the top layer of crust on his apple pie, cutting vent slits with a knife. "Put this in the oven, would ya Maggie?" He asked, washing his hands. "Sure, Forrest." Maggie replied. "I've got business to attend to." He grumbled, eyeing you as he dried his hands. Forrest led you into his office. He locked the door behind him and shut the blinds. He spun you around and grabbed your wrists in an urgent manner. "Now, I asked you a question. What the hell were you thinkin' showin' up here?!" He spoke hurriedly. "First of all," you started, gently freeing your wrists from his grip. "Calm down." You said. Forrest sighed, rounding the corner of his desk and running his hands through his hair. "Just for the love of God, tell me what your doin' here." He urged again. You began to walk toward him, a smirk on your face. "Uh... what.., what are you doin?" He murmured. Your hands readily found his shirt collar, pushing him back against the wall and capturing his lips with yours. His hands were on your waist in an instant. Both of you were out of breath when you pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes for a moment.
"Couldn't wait." You breathed.
One more second chance.
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The Vandals could get rowdy without a doubt. You glanced back as a loud cheer erupted out of the crowd of leather jackets and vests that engulfed over half of the parking lot, only to see Benny whisking a doe-eyed Kathy into their midst. You shook your head lightly, feeling slightly bad for the poor girl. Wasn't that long ago the two of you decided a night out was long overdue. Now you wondered if your sheltered high school best friend would be able to cope in your world, well, used to be yours.
Your sights were set on a lone red bike, parked on the opposite side to the others. Not that there wasn't enough room, even if that was the case, the only thing any onlooker would've seen was a flash and blur of movement, there ain't a Vandal worth their weight in salt that would leave their leader out on a cold curb. Johnny was like that, always had been actually, staring up and down the highway with a cigarette between his fingers. You supposed the trucker in him would always shine through. "She's still running?" You asked, gesturing to his bike. You could tell your voice startled him by the split second wide-eyed look he gave you, "Yeah." He nodded, bringing his smoke up to his lips, evening out his features like nothing happened. Classic Johnny. "No, she's not," you said with a confused look, "she's right here." You exclaimed, pointing at the bike. "Heh, very funny." Johnny quipped.
"The old man wanted some alone time with his smokes, I take it?" You teased. "What old man? Where?" Johnny questioned, narrowing his eyes and making a show of looking in all directions, including up in the air. You laughed lightly as you watched the index finger of his right hand flick the side of the cigarette he held in his left, another quirk that hadn't changed. Your eyes became glued to his ring finger as the smoke once again reached his lips, "You're still married?" You questioned. An amused smirk appeared on Johnny's face, "Heh, not for long." He responded. "Still lasted longer than I ever expected." You smiled. Johnny scoffed and shook his head, "Well, that makes two of us." Comfortably resting a hand on your lower back as you joined him in leaning against his bike.
"How's the ink shop? Haven't been by there in a hot minute." He asked. "Business is good." You said. Johnny nodded, "What'd I'd like to know," Johnny turned back to you, "is where did that pal of yours, Benny, get my design on his shoulder?" You asked, patting the logo on the back of Johnny's jacket with your palm. "Look, if I'd known he was going to get it tattooed, I would've sent him to you." Johnny defended himself. It was readily apparent that Benny didn't know your history when he introduced you to Johnny.
Silence befell the night air for a moment, "How long have we known each other?" You questioned. "You ask me that as if we weren't drunk when we met." Johnny chuckled. You smirked and rested your head on his shoulder, right where you could feel the thump of his heartbeat against your temple, staring up at a star filled sky. Your countless offs and ons with Johnny ran through your mind. You wondered many hows and whys in the span of a couple minutes. "Do you think we gave us too many second chances?" You questioned, out of the blue. "Why would I?" He responded, "we may be bad for each other, but it's not like we're good for anyone else." He added.
The moment was interrupted by the rumble of bikes roaring to life, "Hey," Benny called, coming to a stop next to you and Johnny, Kathy hugging his midsection for dear life. "We ready to go, boss?" Benny asked, gesturing to Johnny. Johnny turned to you, unintentionally bringing emphasis to his knees, bowed to an extent from straddling a hunk of metal for so many years, in the process. This made you smile the same way it did back then. "What'd ya think?" He asked, offering his hand to you.
"One more second chance?"
The gangster.
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London, east end. 1965.
Maybe it was the elegant suit. Maybe it was the fact that he was currently strutting down the middle of Ormsby Street with a sleek Ford Galaxy at his back, following along like a loyal dog, saying good morning to everyone he passed. You'd say Reginald Kray was a well distinguished business savvy man, but you'd also had to have been living under a rock for several years to say that. Wasn't a single soul left in London who didn't know who the Kray twins were, Ron Kray was a one-man London mob. Reggie was quite the opposite, really, suave, charming, but proved to be just as volatile. You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them.
The radio played a sort of upbeat tune as you whisked around the kitchen, humming along around the hardboiled sweet in your mouth. The morning had started out ordinarily enough, hurrying around to finish the chores your mother gave you alongside the promise to grant you the rest of the day to do with as you wished, so the quicker you finished the more time you'd have to enjoy yourself, right?. Maybe you'd go to one of the local shops for a bit of browsing, or perhaps pop out for a bite to eat with some friends. These thoughts were disturbed by a pounding at the front door. "I'll get it!" You shouted, with you being the only one downstairs currently, made sense, you figured.
You were met by a pair of piercing blue eyes that narrowed and the man's forehead creased as his clear and bright orbs scanned over your appearance, "Frank about?" The man asked before the twinge of regret of flinging the front door open so eagerly could properly settle in your gut. It would surely rear its ugly head later. "Frank!" You called over your shoulder into the house and up the stairwell. You turned back to face the finely dressed man with faux confidence, leaning against the door frame, determined to make yourself appear unintimidated. The man ran his eyes over your frame once again unashamedly, "Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look. "Frank's my older brother." You stated. "Hang about, I know you, but you.. you were smaller then. You've all grown up, haven't you?" He said with a half-suppressed smile. "It happens." You said, stepping out of the doorway, relishing in the coolness of the cobblestone underneath your bare feet. You both looked up at the sound of a window rising, and your older brother's head popped out, "Half a minute, Reg. right down." Frank called down, ducking back in.
Thankfully, the man in front of you didn't seem to either notice or much care that you snapped your attention back to him. Reggie Kray, at your doorstep, you marveled silently in your mind. The corners of his lips curled downwards into a frown. He adjusted his tie as he checked his watch. "Is my brother in trouble?" You questioned. Reggie nodded, then tilted his head to the side, away from you. Narrowed eyes still aimed down the street. "Will you go out with me?" He asked seemingly out of the blue, turning back to you suddenly. Your eyes widened in surprise. "I'll take it easy on him if you do." He added, a warm expression spreading across his face accompanied by a half smile. "Yes," you said, rolling your candy around in your mouth with your tongue, making clack off your teeth, "but not for that reason." You added.
"What's that you've got?" Reggie asked, gesturing to you. "A sweet." You explained, pulling the sticky light yellow olive shaped drop out of your mouth, holding it between your thumb and forefinger. "Oh, now that's not just any sweat, is it? That's a lemon sherbet." Reggie said matter of factly. "Mind if I have a crack?" He asked, reaching for the sweet. "Alright." You smiled with a light chuckle. Reggie popped the sweet tasting drop into his mouth, "Mmm, now that's nice." He mused, "Saturday night?" He asked. You nodded with a smile.
Suddenly, Mrs. Shea, your mother, appeared beside you. "What's the matter with you?" She scolded, "You’re half dressed talking to a man in the door. Get back in the kitchen. Finish them dishes." She ordered, pulling at the end of your fuzzy peach colored sweater. Not that you cared, if Reggie Kray would openly ask you out in your lounge wear, bare feet and all, did you really need to dress to the tens twenty-four hours a day. You shrugged, turning to head deeper into the house. "Hold on," Reggie started, making you turn back to him. His eyes shifted to your mother as he took your lemon sherbet out of his mouth, "This is yours, init?" He asked. You nodded, taking the sweet, looking your mother directly in the eye as you popped it back into your mouth before you sauntered off. Much to her displeasure. She growled at Reggie as he licked the sticky candy coating off his fingers before slamming the door in his face.
"Hmm," Reggie hummed as he thought to himself with a smirk, glancing between the cobble and the door, "well, the mum seems lovely."
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trekkele · 10 days
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Expand on the Alfred's favorite post, pls? 🙏
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Honestly I think it's pretty straightforward? Like, if youre Alfreds favorite, everyone knows youre Alfreds favorite, because youre either forbidden from visiting your amnesiac father, or youre the sole inheritor of a billion dollar fortune.
Or your either given the robin mantle and gear despite Bruce (and somewhat Dicks) disapproval, or it's being taken away with no warning so someone else can have it.
And you're never the favorite for picking up strawberries at the farmers market, it's always something bigger or more arbitrary then that, so being Alfreds favorite can mean side eyes for weeks - because it could be nothing, but also? Could be something.
It's not worth it.
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olympain · 1 year
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Was that too much? I think it went rather well. Mad bastard.
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flamingfalcon3 · 3 months
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I love my unhinged daughter ❤️
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