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For your listening pleasure, here is Maul whimpering in episode 10.
If you close your eyes, wonderful things can happen...

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this motherfucker. speechless.
*tom, charlotte, and family enjoying Italy.*
*we do not body shame here. he is not fat. he has a six pack, dude is thick muscle.*
These pictures are genuinely the best thing thatâs happened to me all yearđ Iâm not even exaggerating.
the feeling of his whole body blanketing over yours during back shots because heâs so desperate to meet your lips over your shoulder not realising the angle is only pushing him even deeper
in my mind the space tin can man is as touch-starved as one can be and hasnât had any experience kissing before, so when he has the opportunity to get skin to skin contact and kiss⌠din kinda blacks out.
ability speak, gone. those steady warriorâs hands, gone. in their place is a trembling, moaning, groaning and whimpering mess of a man whoâs lovinâ feels like heâs about to plow you through the floor of the crest into outer space and the only thing he wants in the universe is to feel your lips on his.
(whoa!!! wheeeere did all of that even come from??)

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This absolutely bizarre 'prehistoric-themed' custom kitchen, complete with a computer embedded in the cave-like walls and trompe l'oeil mural of the 'view' outside (likely Southern California, ~1990s)
Designed by Fred Rassouli of Rassouli & Associates
Scanned from 'Designer Kitchens - A Who's Who in Kitchen Design' (1995)
Watched the Mandalorian a few months ago when I had COVID so none of it really stuck with me so I'm watching it again. I have a type apparently and that type is single dads. Baby yoda is making me a lot less irrationally angry now that I'm watching it not high on Nyquil
Right, yeah, listen â Iâve been tryinâ, I swear on me mum, tryinâ to behave like a respectable man, yeah? Post a bit of humour, talk about dogs, fuckinâ markets, phone calls with Thomas. Nice, lighthearted bollocks. But then, then my head wanders and itâs straight back on the filth, innit? Iâm sat here imagininâ you across my lap, knickers round your knees, cryinâ out every time me hand lands on that sweet arse. Or maybe Iâm pressinâ you up against the wall, trousers barely shoved down far enough for me to take you the way you beg for in those late-night whispers.
Donât matter where, donât matter how â bed, chair, kitchen fuckinâ table â Iâll ruin you in all of âem, darlinâ. And when youâre a mess, whimperinâ and shakinâ, Iâll still be there in your ear tellinâ you to give me more, âcause I donât stop when you think I will. Yeah. Thatâs me. Thatâs where me mindâs gone. Back on the bullshit. Filthy as ever. âŚyouâre welcome.
Commence ovary explosion.
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Maaan itâs hard to draw dusty/foggy things I gotta practice that
Gorgeous! đ I love this!
I watch Star Wars for ⨠the plot â¨
I think I need to read some Mandalorian fics to soothe my little horny dark soul and forâŚscience. Yes science.
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THE CULT GROWS!
Alfie Solomons x Tommy Shelby x f!Reader
â(Un)Holy Trinityâ
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Summary: You love Alfie. You love the sex. Youâre a very satisfied woman. That doesnât mean you havenât fantasized about a threesome with Tommy Shelby. Not that Alfie would ever agree to something like that⌠right?
WC: 9.4k
Warning/Tags: smut, minors DNI, pwp, threesome (M/F/M), unprotected piv, fingering, oral (f&m!receiving), male/male handjob, pussy slapping, creampie, cum eating, cumshot, facial, dirty talk, power dynamics, period accurate homophobic comments (theyâre just two men from the â20s, okay?đ there isnât any real malice behind it).
In a million years youâd have expected to get that reaction from Alfie. After all, it was only a joke, right? A very inocent joke with no real meaning behind, or at least that's what youd been saying to yourself for months now.
You loved Alfie. God, you did. He was everything for you, there was no questioning it, no comparing him to anyone else. He was yours, the man of your life. And in the bedroom? Nothing was missing. The sex was good, more than good, it was raw, rough, passionate, dirty. He made you scream, made you cry, made you feel like the only woman in the world. He worshipped your body like it was holy and he ruined it like it was his to destroy. But lately⌠there was an itch.
That itch had a name, and it was Thomas Shelby. Youâd seen him in the corridors of Alfieâs distillery after meetings, when deals were being made over whisky and cigarettes. Always in a tailored suit, always with that sharp jaw and cold stare, and every single time his eyes landed on you, your breath faltered. It wasnât that you wanted to fuck Tommy. Not technically, at least. You didnât want to be alone in the bedroom with him, you didnât crave his touch the way you did Alfieâs, but the idea of both of them in the same room, with you in the middle, naked and trembling and ruined by two of the most dangerous men in England? That was something you couldnât shake.
Today Alfie came home with the same sour look he always wore after a meeting with Tommy. His eyes looked tired, his hat was crooked, and he had his coat thrown over one arm like heâd fought a storm and lost.
You were already curled up on the settee in one of his old shirts, reading some book you hadnât been paying much attention to anyway. âGo on then,â you said, lazily turning a page. âDid he insult your hat again?â
âNo, love,â Alfie said, âbut I ought to âave smacked him clean across that posh jaw for suggesting I lower my rum prices."
âOh, the horror.â You finally looked up. âTommy Shelby, asking for a discount. Canât imagine it.â
Alfie grumbled something about stuck-up Brummie bastards and went about slamming glasses on the table, pouring two fingers of rum and tossing it back like it owed him money.
You waited a moment. âSo,â you started, trying to keep your tone casual, but biting back a grin. âDid you two shake hands or just eye-fuck the whole meeting like usual?â
Alfie paused mid-pour of another glass. âWhat did you just say, love?â
You bit your lip. âJust saying, darling. Iâve seen how intense those meetings with you and Tommy get." You tilted your head and smirked. âYou canât blame a girl for wondering what itâd be like to be in the bedroom with two men like that."
He turned slowly to look at your face. âOh,â he said, voice a little too calm. âYou think youâre bloody funny, do you?â
You giggled. âWell. You and him and me in the same bed? Iâd pay to see what thatâd look like. Maybe I should just pass by next time you two have a meeting and let you two settle things with your cocks instead of your words.â
You didnât expect him to say anything back. Usually heâd just lovingly call you a mad little tart. Maybe a comment like that would earn you a few spanks, not that youâd complain, you loved that.
But this time? Alfie looked at you like he was actually thinking about it, considering it.
ââŚYouâre serious, arenât you, my love?â he asked, slowly, like he was watching for cracks in your expression.
You laughed, trying to shake it off, making it all seem like a stupid joke. âNo. Alfie, I was justââ
âNo, you are serious,â he said, coming closer, drink still in hand. âYou said it. Said the words right out your filthy mouth. So donât backpedal now, darlinâ.â
You sat up a bit straighter, you book was discarded at this point of the conversation.
âAlfie. Youâre not actually consideringââ
âLook,â he said, voice lower now, like he was negotiating. âIf youâre dead set on beinâ fucked by two blokes at once, then Iâd rather it be someone I know. Someone I trust not to, yâknow, ruin you, right? Hurt you. And who better, right, than the fuckinâ devil I know best?â
âTommy Shelby is who you trust to fuck me?â
He shrugged, like why not. âIf he says yes, then at least Iâll know heâs got taste, donât I?â
You stared at him. Was he really agreeing so nonchalantly to fulfill your biggest fantasy?
âAre you seriously saying youâd share me?â
Alfie cocked his head. âNow see, I never said share, did I, love? Youâre still mine. Always.â He leaned closer, his knuckles brushing your knee. âI donât like sharinâ, right? Donât fuckinâ do it. But the thought of seeinâ you like that⌠All spread and messy, yeah, takinâ both of us like a good little girl⌠Thatâs not sharinâ. Thatâs me lettinâ someone witness what I already own.â
Your thighs pressed together, and of course he fucking noticed.
âOh, now sheâs quiet,â Alfie said, smug. âNow sheâs bloody contemplative, eh?â
You tried to match his tone, flippant, but your voice came out breathier than you liked. âYouâd get jealous. You know you would. You canât even stand when someone looks at me on the street for more the five seconds.â
âIâd be in control,â he said, eyes dark. âThatâs different.â
You swallowed. "What would you even say to him?" You asked, trying to test the waters. âDear Mr. Shelby, my missus and I would like to formally invite you toââ You laughed too hard to finish the sentence, but Alfie wasnât laughing, not really, he looked like a man possessed by the thought of it now.
âIâd tell him the rules,â Alfie went on. âNo kissinâ your mouth. Thatâs mine. No finishinâ in you. Thatâs mine, too. Heâd do as heâs fuckinâ told or Iâd break his nose before he got his trousers down.â
âJesus Christ, Alfie.â You stared at him, perplexed. "Youâre really thinking about it."
âOf course I bloody am!â he said innocently. âYou started this, darlinâ. Donât go actinâ scandalized now.â
You were warm all over now. A little dizzy. What had been nothing but a dirty little fantasy youâve kept hidden for months, now was a step closer to become reality.
âYouâd like it, wouldnât you?â he murmured. âMe watchinâ while you took him. Me talkinâ you through it. Tellinâ him what to do. Where to touch your pretty body.â
âAlfieââ
He stepped between your legs, hand around your jaw, thumb dragging down your lower lip. âYouâd cum so fuckinâ hard,â he whispered, âwith both our cocks in your mouth.â
You felt like your bones, your skin, every fiber of your being, slowly melting.
âBut he doesnât touch you unless I say. He doesnât get a single fuckinâ sound out of you unless itâs with my permission. You understand?â
You nodded, feeling your heart throb in your throat, and the heat pool in your belly.
âSay it,â he ordered, his eyes were darker than youâd ever seen them.
âHe doesnât get me unless you allow it.â
âFuckinâ right he doesnât.â
He watched as Tommy arrived to his office with his coat damp from the light rain outside, boots stomping hard on the floor like he owned the place, the kind of noise that made Alfie grit his teeth.
âAlfie.â
âTommy.â
A single word between them always carried the weight of ten. Tommy dropped into the chair across from him, coat draped lazily, cap resting on the table.
âStill broodinâ, are ya?â Alfie said. âTell me somethinâ, mate, you ever tried smilinâ? Just once, yeah? Might throw people off. Might stop âem thinkinâ youâre five seconds away from blowinâ the whole fuckinâ place every time you bloody blink.â
Tommy took a drag of his cigarette. âWouldnât be the first time I threaten you with blowinâ up this place."
They grinned at each other like enemies whoâve decided to stop trying to kill each other and just flirt with the idea of it. Their meeting went on as usual, they talked about schedules, shipments, a few threats in between. It was halfway through the second whiskey when Alfie leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, it was time to bring up the real reason of why heâd asked Tommy to come.
ââŚCan I ask you a question, mate?â
Tommy didnât even look up. âYou already are. Doesnât mean Iâll answer it.â
Alfie licked his teeth. âSay you knew a woman, right? Sweet thing. Smarter than me and you combined. Big eyes. Wicked mouth. Real filthy imagination. And sayâpurely hypothetically, of courseâthat she had this little fantasy. A cravinâ, you could call it.â
Tommy raised an eyebrow slowly. âWhat sort of cravinâ?â
Alfie smirked. âThe kind that involves you, mate. And me. And her. All at once. Preferably with fewer clothes and more tongue involved.â
There was a big pause, the room stayed completely silent for a couple of minutes, even Tommyâs cigarrete froze mid-air between his fingers.
"Are you talkinâ about your missus?" Tommy asked, his tone was as sharp and unreadable as ever.
âNot my missus, technically, under the eyes of God, right,â Alfie replied, scratching his beard with a thoughtful hum. âBut spiritually? Yeah. Sheâs mine. My girl.â
Tommy exhaled, slowly. âThis is a joke.â
âNo mate, Iâm deadly serious.â
âYouâre proposinâ a threesome.â
âIâm proposinâ a carefully orchestrated eveninâ of indulgence, right? Supervised by me, of course.â
Tommy chuckled dryly, shaking his head. âChrist, Alfie.â
Alfieâs grin stretched wider. âLook, mate, youâre a handsome fucker, Iâll give you that, right?â he said, gesturing vaguely like it pained him to admit it. âAnd sheâs a curious woman, my girl is. Always wantinâ to try things. And who the fuck am I to say no to her, eh? What my woman wants, my woman bloody gets. âCause Iâm an open-minded bastard, I am, generous even.â
Alfie sipped his drink before he continued. âBut if anyoneâs gonna touch her, itâll be with my permission. On my terms. Because make no mistake, mate, she belongs to me. Iâll just be allowinâ you to get a taste of paradise."
Tommyâs jaw twitched. "And what are those terms?"
"You donât kiss her, thatâs off fuckinâ limits," Alfie growled. "Cumminâ inside her? Off fuckinâ limits as well. You fuckinâ listen to me, yeah? What I tell you to do, you do. If I tell you to stop, then you fuckinâ stop."
Tommy studied him, and nodded slowly. "And why do I get in return thatâd make it worth my time?"
Alfie leaned in with a mad gleam in his eyes. "Oh mate... Youâll get the chance to touch heaven with your hands," He gave him a wicked grin. "And with your cock."
Thomas Shelby was coming over for dinner tonight. Alfie insisted on fresh bread and proper wine, youâd lit candles and sat the table with the good dishes. You stood in the mirror before he arrived, adjusting the soft red silk dress Alfie told you to wear, the one that clung to every curve of your body. Your nipples were already hard under it, no bra, of course, it was Alfieâs instructions. He wanted Tommy to eat dinner knowing what was coming for dessert.
He came up behind you, beard brushing your neck, hands steady on your waist. âFuckinâ vision, you are,â he murmured. âHeâs gonna walk in here and forget every line he rehearsed.â
You looked up at him in the mirror. âYou nervous?â
He huffed a laugh. âNo, love. Iâm ready. You?â
You hesitated, then nodded, but it wasnât exactly nerves you felt, it was heat, on your chest, on your belly, and in between your legs.
âDonât worry, my love,â Alfie reassured you. âIf you want him gone, at any point, right? You just say the word, and Iâll kick that wanker out the door.â
Dinner was a slow simmer of tension. Tommy was quieter than usual, but his eyes never left you. His fingers tapped the table, he watched the way you cut your food, the curve of your legs under the tablecloth. You felt his gaze on you like he was analyzing your every movement.
Dessert barely cleared the table before Alfie stood âThatâs enough sugar,â he said gruffly. âCâmon.â
He led the both of you to the lounge, candles already lit there too, pillows laying on the floor, all of it was engineered for a night of pleasure between the three of you. And then Alfie sat down in the armchair like a king awaiting his performance.
You looked between them.
Alfieâs legs were spread, his pants already tented. Tommy stayed standing, sipping rum slowly, his face tried to remain unreadable, but the heat in his eyes betrayed him.
Alfie smirked. âGet on your knees, love.â
You obeyed, feeling the soft carpet under your legs. Your breath came quick. This was it, the moment youâve awaited for months, now finally crawling out of your imagination and becoming real.
Alfie nodded toward Tommy. âStart with him.â
Your hands reached for Tommyâs belt with trembling fingers. He didnât move to help you, he just watched as you unfastened the buckle, unzipped his trousers, and freed him from his briefs.
He was already hard. You hadnât expected an astonishing size, not because you thought less of him, but because he was shorter than Alfie, who was broad and obscene in every way. But Tommyâs cock surprised you, it was significantly longer than youâd imagined, a little thinner than Alfieâs thick girth, but the length of it was truly impressive, and it was a gorgeous cock, just so pleasant to look at. Sleek and uncut, the skin gently pulled back just enough to reveal a dark pink, flushed tip, already glistening with the beginning of pre-cum.
You licked your lips and leaned forward, tongue flattening against the head of his cock. Slowly, teasingly, you took him into your mouth, inch by delicious inch, until your lips touched the base and your throat ached around him.
Tommy groaned. âChrist,â he murmured. âYouâre fuckinâ perfect, arenât you?â
You moaned around him, your pussy getting wetter by the second. It was such a big stretch on your mouth, but you welcomed it with eagerness to prove him how good you could be.
Alfie grunted from the chair. âThatâs my girl, eh? Look at you. Mouth full of another manâs cock, and Iâve never seen you prettier.â
You kept sucking Tommy, hollowing your cheeks with each pull, the wet sounds were echoing obscenely in the room, and you just knew how hard Alfieâs cock had to be from just listening to those sounds, from watching you suck another cock.
Your fingers, slick with spit, worked the base of Tommyâs cock, stroking what your mouth couldnât quite fit. He was breathing hard now, his abs were tightening, hips twitching every time you swirled your tongue under the crown. Tommyâs hand slid into your hair, letting his fingers tangle gently at the roots, he wasnât rough, just trying to direct your movements.
âGood girl,â he whispered. âTakinâ me so deep. So good. You do this often for him?â
âShe does,â Alfie rasped. âAnd she loves it. Loves makinâ a mess on her knees.â
âYou lucky fucker.â Tommy whispered.
Alfie looked both amused and proud. His hands rested on his lap, watching his woman on her knees, with her mouth stuffed with Thomas Shelbyâs cock. But it was still his game, his rules, he was in control.
âAlright, love, show him how you can deep-throat it, yeah?â Alfie commanded with that deep voice of his.
You didnât hesitate, you shifted slightly on your knees and took Tommyâs cock deep, straight down your throat in one long, practiced motion, until your nose pressed into his pubic hair. You gagged once, hard, your throat tightening instinctively around the thick intrusion, but you didnât pull away, you stayed there, swallowing around him with little wet chokes that only made Tommy groan louder.
âFuckinâ Christ,â Tommy hissed, his hand gripping your hair tighter now, his restraint was crumbling bit by bit. âSheâsâŚfuckâŚâ
âOh, I know, mate. Donât hold back on her,â Alfie said with a chuckle. âShe can take it. Ainât that right, love?â
You moaned around the cock in your throat as an answer, the vibrations sending a visible shiver through Tommyâs legs. You kept sucking him like that, deepthroating again and again, pulling back only halfway before plunging him right back in, keeping your throat open, taking him to the root, gagging softly with each motion. There was so much drool spilling slowly from your lips, dripping messily onto your chin and down his shaft, making your strokes even slicker.
Your eyes flicked up to Tommyâs, glassy from the strain, mouth stretched wide around him, and the way his jaw clenched, like he was seeing the most sinful, beautiful thing in the world, made your cunt throb even harder.
You pulled back with a wet pop, eyes shining with tears. âWant you both.â
Alfie stood then, he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall. His cock was heavy and proud, the thickness of it was familiar to you.
âCome here, darlinâ,â he said, voice lower now. âNow suck mine, yeah? Show him how greedy you can be.â
You turned your head and took Alfie into your mouth, moaning at the taste you knew so well, a little salty, a bit sweaty, and so undeniably him. The kind of taste that made your knees weak, that told your body who it belonged to. He cradled your head with both hands, his rough thumbs stroking your cheeks with surprising gentleness as he rocked his hips forward in slow rolls, letting you feel all of him.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he groaned. âJesus, I love this mouth. Could die with it around me.â
Behind you, Tommy knelt in silence, his eyes were still dark with hunger. You gasped around Alfieâs cock the moment Tommyâs hands slid up your thighs, you could feel the drag of his knuckles against your covered pussy. He reached under your dress, letting fingertips graze the hem of your lace underwear, teasing the spot in the middle where youâd already soaked the fabric all through.
âSheâs soaked,â he said with rough voice. âDrippinâ already.â
âSheâs always wet when sheâs suckinâ cock,â Alfie growled. âNow watch her choke on me, yeah? Watch how she works for it.â
You whimpered, more spit trailed down your chin, drool glistening across Alfieâs cock as he began to fuck your mouth with purpose. His grip in your hair tightened, forcing your head still while his hips rocked fast and deep, the thick length of him pushing down your throat over and over again until you were choking on it, gasping for air around him, nose wet, eyes glassy.
âThaâs it, darlinâ,â Alfie growled through his teeth. âTake it. Fuckinâ take all of it.â
Your hips suddenly jolted when Tommy dragged your soaked underwear down your thighs, the cold air hitting your slick heat. Tommy glanced up, his eyes meeting Alfieâs, silently asking him for permission.
âGo on,â Alfie said, giving him that nod. âShe can take more. Canât you, pet?â
You moaned, the sound was desperate around Alfieâs cock, and that was all the answer Tommy needed. He pressed two long fingers into your cunt, sinking in slowly but deeply, curling them just right, and fuck, he was so skilled, as if he had a map of your body.
âFuck,â you gasped, pulling off Alfie for a breath. âTommyââ
âFuck, sheâs tight,â Tommy muttered under his breath.
Alfie let out a harsh laugh, his fingers digging into your hair. âYeah, mate. Tell me somethinâ I donât know.â
You sucked Alfie again, sloppier and faster now, sobbing on his cock as Tommyâs fingers picked up rhythm. The squelch of your soaked cunt echoed through the room, mixing with the sound of your throat choking on Alfieâs cock. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes from how deep Alfie was fucking your mouth, but you didnât let that stop you, you kept going even when Tommyâs fingers worked faster, merciless, hitting your g-spot over and over, until your thighs trembled and your knees nearly buckled.
âEnough,â Alfie growled. âGet her on the couch. Time for the main event.â
You barely remembered being carried by Tommy to the couch. You were stretched out there, open, for their taking. Your thighs were still trembling, you watched them both rise above you like devils. Alfie was already stroking himself, watching you with that possessive, starved look, the kind that said: Youâre mine, mine, mine no matter who else touched you tonight.
Tommy stood beside him. âWho gets her first?â He asked, low.
âI fuckinâ do.â Alfie bared his teeth in a grin. âYou fuckinâ watch and learn, Shelby.â
He leaned down, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. âOn your knees, darlinâ,â he rasped into your mouth, âWant him at your lips while Iâm buried deep in that sweet fuckinâ cunt of yours.â
You obeyed, scrambling to your knees on the couch. Alfieâs large hands seized your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he spread you wide, exposing your dripping, swollen folds to his eyes. He knelt behind you, the blunt, heavy head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance, teasing for a moment before he guided himself in with one fast thrust, claiming you inch by torturous inch.
âFuck, Alfieâ!â you cried, as the sheer size of him stretched you open, your slick walls burning with the delicious ache.
âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he growled, his hips rolling to sink even deeper. âNice anâ loud. Let him hear how you scream when youâre split open on my cock.â
The stretch was overwhelming, your spine arching sharply as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He sank deeper, filling every inch of your pulsing cunt until your ass pressed flush against his hips, his coarse hair brushing your skin.
âFuckinâ hell,â he grunted. Heâd never get tired of your tight cunt, of the way it greedily gripped him, how it always molded perfectly to his thick cock, milking him with every twitch. âAlways so fuckinâ tight for me, my woman, like you were made to take me.â
Tommy stepped in front of you, his cock was still slick with your spit from earlier. He cupped your chin, but his eyes moved to Alfie. âShe always make those sounds for you?â
Alfie groaned, starting to move in and out of you. âWait âtil sheâs got your cock back in her mouth, sheâll purr.â
You parted your lips, desperate to feel the thick stretch of his cock again. Your tongue was already lolling out. Tommy didnât hesitate, he slid himself into your waiting mouth, hissing at the contact. His hand cradled your cheek, as he slowly fed his throbbing cock past your lips.
âTell him, love,â Alfie ordered you. He wanted Tommy to know how good he could fuck his girl. âTell him how good I feel.â
You pulled off Tommyâs cock with a wet gasp. âHeâsâfuckâheâs so deep, Tommy. He knows how to hit it. Fills me just right.â Your voice broke on a moan as Alfie slammed into you again, your whole body jerking forward with the force of his thrusts.
Tommyâs jaw clenched, it was clear that Alfie knew how to hit every spot inside you to make you feel good, and he was getting impatient already to feel your tight hole squeeze him. You looked so irresistible being fucked into next week while still trying to focus on sucking his cock. Before he could say a word, you didnât let another second pass, you leaned in and took him back into your mouth. You were caught between them, your body was trembling, feeling too much, Alfieâs thick cock pounding into your cunt from behind in powerful thrusts, making your tits bounce with every slap of skin on skin, while Tommyâs cock stretched your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each roll of his hips.
âTake it like a fuckinâ good girl. Yeah? Show him what I taught you. Show him who owns this pretty little cunt.â
Tommyâs voice was softer than Alfieâs. âLook at you,â his free hand cupped your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple between them. âSo beautiful like this. Full of cock and still wantinâ more, eh?â
Your muffled whimper vibrated against Tommyâs cock. He pulled out slowly, dragging his length across your tongue, leaving your lips glossy with spit. His thumb grazed over them, smearing the slick mess across your pout.
You cried out as Alfieâs thrusts turned merciless, his hips were slamming into you with a punishing rhythm. Each brutal stroke stretched your abused, cunt to its limits, the slick burn of him was filling you so completely you could barely stand it. âGodâAlfieââ you gasped, feeling how your back responded, your back arching like a cat in heat, your ass pushing back against him in need.
âYeah, yeah, I know,â he panted. âToo fuckinâ much, ainât it? Youâre already so close. That greedy little cuntâs flutterinâ âround my cock like itâs begginâ for me to ruin it.â
Your body quaked as your climax tore through you, the pleasure crashing over every nerve, leaving you sobbing. Alfieâs grip on your hips tightened, and with one final thrust, he came. He spilled thick, and hot ropes of cum deep inside your pulsing core. As he slid out, the wet sound of his retreat filled the air. His creamy release seeped from your wrecked cunt, lazy white trails dripping down your trembling thighs, pooling messily onto the couch beneath you.
âYour turn,â Alfie rasped with satisfaction. He guided you down, easing you onto your back on the couch. Your legs fell open, your thighs still glistening with Alfieâs release, it was an invitation for Tommy to claim you next.
Tommy knelt between your spread legs, and he gripped himself, stroking once, and twice, before lining up at your dripping entrance. He took his time, he was torturously slow. The blunt head of his cock nudging against your swollen folds, and with a hiss, he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you open in a way that made your back arch off the couch.
You cried out, you were still pulsing from Alfieâs thick cum coating your walls, your clit throbbing from the climax that had shattered you moments before. Tommyâs cock was a different beast, hitting angles that made your nerves scream, your over-sensitive cunt was already clenching around him, greedy for more despite the ache.
âFuckâoh fuck,â Tommy growled under his breath, as he sank deeper into you. âSheâs so fucking tight, Alfie. So full of your cum.â His hips snapped forward, finding a deep rhythm, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide for him.
Every time Tommy pulled out, his cock glistened coated in your slick and Alfieâs creamy cum, the mixture was obscene and so fucking filthy it made his cock twitch harder with every thrust. He groaned as he watched the mess slick down your inner thighs and cling to your folds before he shoved himself back in again.
The stretch felt new, Alfieâs cum was making it all slippery, letting Tommy glide in with a ruthless pace. His thrusts were controlled, but every one hit like a punishment, it was so different from Alfieâs usual rhythm, which was messier and uncoordinated. Alfie fucked like a mad beast, Tommy fucked like a man on a mission.
âFuckinâ filthy mess,â Tommy snarled, one hand digging into your hip, his other hand came down with a sharp smack against your clit, the pain and sting ripped a cry from your throat. âSo fuckinâ full. Canât believe he just left you drippinâ for me like this.â
He struck your clit again, his slap was harder this time, it echoed in the air as your hips bucked involuntarily. Tommyâs lips curled into a grin, and another brutal smack landed, your swollen, and reddened clit was pulsing under the assault of his hands, it was growing puffier, practically begging for more despite the sting. He didnât stop, another cruel slap followed the last, then one more, each hit made a fresh gush of your arousal mix with Alfieâs seed.
âDidnât tell me this one loves beinâ punished,â Tommyâs eyes flicked to Alfie with amusement, his hand hovered over your throbbing clit as if daring you to beg for another slap.
âFilthy thing canât resist a good spanking,â Alfie replied. He was beside you now, one knee on the couch, his hand was already guiding your face toward him. His cock was hard again, the veins bloated and glistening with the remnants of both your juices and his release. He couldnât help it, watching you like this⌠so used, dripping his cum, and still being fucked by another man, it was flipping something primal inside him. It was his girl being ruined, and it made him feral.
He gripped his thick cock tightly by the shaft, and brought the swollen tip down hard against your cheek, the smack made it sting. He dragged it slowly along your cheek again and again, painting warm trails of pre-cum across your face.
âCâmon, love,â he growled. âOpen that pretty mouth and suck me proper while he fucks you full. Donât you dare get lazy.â
Slowly, he rubbed the head all over your lips, teasing you as he pressed it repeatedly against your mouth, demanding attention without words. You opened your mouth, and Alfie groaned when your lips wrapped around him once more. His hand tangled tighter in your hair, guiding your movements.
Above you, Tommyâs thrusts grew brutal, each one was heavier. He let out a grunt and shifted his grip. His hands found your thighs, yanking them up and folding your legs against your chest, bending your body in half until you were splayed open at his mercy. The new angle drove his long cock deeper, splitting you open with strokes that made you cry, your overworked cunt was clenching around him in desperate surrender.
âFuckâTommyâGod, donât you fucking stop, please,â you sobbed. He was fucking you so good, pounding into your dripping and cum-soaked core with ferocity. You could barely process that Alfie had just fucked you senseless, and now Tommy was ruining you just as thoroughly.
Your entire body trembled violently, this new position was forcing Tommyâs cock to slam into that sensitive spot inside you, each thrust was sending shockwaves of both pleasure and pain through your core. You cried out around Alfieâs cock, there was drool spilling down your chin as you struggled to keep sucking.
âSheâs clenchinâ so fuckinâ tight,â Tommy murmured. âFuck, she loves this.â
ââCourse she does,â Alfieâs hips kept rocking, forcing his cock deeper into your throat with every thrust. âSheâs our filthy little whore tonight, ainât you, love? Takinâ us both like you were made for it.â
You moaned around his shaft, the vibration pulling groans from both men.
âFuck, you feel how hard youâre squeezinâ my cock?â Tommyâs thrusts were growing erratic. âFuckinâ hell, youâre gonna milk me dry. You close, yeah? âCause IâmâfuckâIâm right thereââ
Tommyâs fingers expertly found your clit, he drew fast circles that were methodical and practiced, like he knew exactly how to pull an orgasm from your body with the least amount of effort. You barely had time to process it, to whimper his name, before your cunt clamped down around him, spasming hard as the climax took over you.
Alfieâs eyes burned with hunger, fixed on your face as your lips parted in a desperate cry, your throat clenching tight around his throbbing cock. It was too much⌠your trembling body, your muffled sobs vibrating against him. With a groan, he came, and thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your mouth, coating your tongue. You swallowed instinctively, choking slightly as you struggled to take every drop, still breathless and shaking, trying to come down from your high.
âTake itâyeah, take it all like a good fuckinâ girlââ he growled, his eyes were wild.
The sight of you gulping down Alfieâs release while your ruined cunt clamped down around him, pushed Tommy past his limit. âFuck, fuckâJesus fuckinâ Christââ he snarled. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and pump you full of his own cum, to mark you inside and out, but he knew Alfieâs jealousy would end with a bullet in his skull.
He pulled out just in time, his fist wrapping tight around his pulsing cock as his orgasm tore through him. Tommy came with force, and his hot, pearly cum spurting in forceful arcs, splattering across your body, ropes of it painting your lower stomach, your thighs, and your flushed pussy, already swollen and glistening from being used, and fucked raw by two men. You were completely exhausted, and both men looked at you like you were some divine, ruined goddess laid bare before them.
The mood was different tonight. It didnâ feel as experimental as that first time the three of you shared last week. Now it felt more familiar, like you had finally come to accept what this was, not just a one-time thing, but something that could turn into a routine.
You were kneeled before them, their trousers undone, their beautiful cocks already out, both of them hard and waiting for your mouth to act. Alfie was on your left and Tommy on your right. You started with Alfie, running your tongue up the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty flavor of his dick.
Tommyâs eyes went darker as he watched you move toward him, your mouth already parted inviting him to slide in. You reached for him with one hand, spitting into your palm with ease, then wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock.
âFuckinâ hell, girlâŚâ he muttered, but you were already leaning in, sinking your mouth down on him, the stretch making your eyes water.
You made it messy on purpose, obscene, filthy, exactly how they both liked it. Switching between them with wet, greedy slucks, strings of spit and pre-cum stretching between your lips and their cocks as you moved from one to the other.
You flattened your tongue against Alfieâs tip, licking a broad stripe before swallowing him halfway, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him deep, your hand working Tommy so his cock wouldnât feel left out. Then you pulled off with a pop, spit running down your chin, and turned toward Tommy, running your tongue over the head like you were tasting something glorious. âMmm⌠still sweet.â you teased with a smile before sucking him in slowly, your lips stretched wide, your eyes fluttering shut, you caught Alfieâs cock in your hand, slick with your spit, and pumped it slow while your mouth focused on Tommyâs.
You could feel the tension sparking between them, not just for you, but between each other. The way their eyes would flick to one another, how Alfieâs jaw clenched just a little tighter every time you moaned around Tommy, how Tommyâs breathing hitched whenever Alfie let out a filthy groan when it was his cock in your mouth.
You pulled off them both slowly, strings of spit and pre-cum, bridging from one cock to the other. You sat back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked up at them with a grin so devilish it made both men pause.âYou two ever think about kissing?â
Both of them stiffened. Alfie was the first to speak. âWhat did you say?â
âYou know,â you purred, one hand still stroking each of them. âKissing. Each other.â
Tommy scoffed, looking away sharply. âThatâs notâfuckinââdonât be daft.â
Alfie made a face. âThatâs a fuckinâ poofter thing, innit?â
You raised an eyebrow. âOh please, youâre both happy to share my mouth. Share my cunt. Cum on me together. But your lips canât touch?â
Neither answered, you leaned in closer, licking a line up Alfieâs cock again, then twisting to tongue the head of Tommyâs. âAre you scared, boys?â
Alfie glared. âDonât push it, love.â
You smirked. âCome on, why not?â
Tommy shifted. âItâs not done.â
You giggled. âWell. Iâm not asking the rest of society to join. Iâm asking you two.â You dropped your voice to a whisper. âI want to see it. My men. Kissing. Cocks hard, lips together.â
They still didnât move, you could tell the idea was slowly sinking in their minds, but both of them were too afraid to do something about it, too full of prejudices to take that first step. So you did, you stood up on your feet and reached for them both, your hands on their stiff necks, as you slowly pushed their faces together. At first there was resistance, as if their muscles were protesting. Alfie muttering âfuckinâ hellâ under his breath. Tommy growling âJesus Christââ.
But then their mouths met. It was hesitant at first, a little clumsy. Two prideful men tasting unfamiliar territory, lips brushing each other as if it was the first time they ever kissed someone. But then something in it shifted, Alfie tilted his head, his lips parting slightly, Tommy leaned in with more certainty and their mouths moved with intention now.
Tommyâs hand came up, slow fingers brushing against the scruff of Alfieâs jaw as if testing the weight of it, the feel of another man. The moment his thumb ghosted over Alfieâs cheekbone, you saw how Alfieâs breath hitched, a sound so foreign from him it made your cunt throb. You could see their wet tongues intertwining as the kiss deepened, Alfieâs lips closed around Tommyâs tongue, sucking on it with deliberate pressure.
It was messy, raw, a clash of dominance and hunger. Watching the two most dangerous men in your life, maybe in the city, maybe in the fucking century, tangled up in each other because youâd asked them to, because they wanted to please you. And when you leaned up between them, and slipped your own lips into the mix, they both groaned. The kiss became three mouths moving together, it was all teeth and tongue fighting agaisnt each other. Alfie bit your bottom lip, Tommy licked into your mouth. Their hands came to your hair at the same time.
When you finally pulled back, all three of you were panting.
You grinned. âI want more.â They both raised an eyebrow. You looked at Tommy first. âI want you to touch Alfie.â Then your eyes moved to Alfie. âAnd I want you to touch him.â
Their expressions tightened at the same time, there was an edge of discomfort in the way they looked at you, you could see the flinch of pride, of masculinity. their internal protest was clear, because kissing was one thing, it was just lips, but touching each otherâs cocks? That was a completely different one.
âYeah, see now, darlinâ,â Alfie started slowly, âI donât know what sorta club you think youâre runninâ hereââ
âDonât be shy,â you interrupted sweetly, reaching to cup both their cocks. âYou let me fuck you both at the same time, but your hands wonât even brush?â
âI think youâre mistakinâ this forâ.â Tommy said.
âIâm not,â you whispered. âI just want to watch.â
Their silence stretched, you sat back on your heels. âPlease, touch each other.â No one moved, you rolled your eyes and tilted your head. âFine. Iâll help.â
You reached for Alfieâs hand first, wrapping his thick, ringed fingers around Tommyâs cock, forcing the man to hold it, to feel the heat, the weight of it. Tommy let out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his hips twitching forward from the touch.
Alfieâs brows furrowed, but he didnât pull away. He was breathing heavy, eyes flickering between your face and where his hand was stroking another manâs cock for the first time. Then you turned to Tommy, reached for his soft hand, and guided it to Alfieâs shaft, thick and flushed, already twitching in need. You placed Tommyâs palm around it, curling his fingers to hold it just right.
For a split second, both men seemed frozen, still processing what whatâs happening. Then they started with testing strokes at first, watching their own hands greedily wrap around each otherâs cocks, their knuckles brushing wetly against the otherâs wrist, the slick sound of pre-cum coating their fingers with every motion. Neither spoke, their hests heaved, jaws clenched, shoulders tensed, and every pulse of blood made their cocks twitch harder, the veins were throbbing, and slick glistening along their shafts, leaking heavy beads of pre-cum that dripped onto their hands. Every subtle flick of their fingers drove them further on the edge of losing control.
âLook at that,â Alfie muttered, still working Tommyâs cock. âPretty little thing. Smaller than mine, though.â
âFuck off,â Tommy said through gritted teeth, but even then his hand didnât stop moving. âYouâre delusional.â
You giggled, sitting between them, awestruck, your thighs pressed together, slick and aching with want. You could feel the heat between their bodies as they jerked each other off in front of you.
A quiet groan still slipped out from Tommyâs mouth as Alfieâs big hand twisted near the tip, spreading that sticky slick over the head of his cock. Alfie noticed the way Tommyâs hips bucked slightly into his fist and gave him a crooked smirk, like he was silently mocking him for how quickly he was enjoying it.
âWhat, didnât expect it to feel that good?â Alfie muttered under his breath.
Tommy didnât answer. He just exhaled, letting all his focus go into the way his hand moved over Alfieâs cock. Each stroke was curling around the shaft with a precision that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.
âGod, look at you two,â you whispered, nearly dizzy with how wet it was making you. âYour cocks are so fucking hard for each other⌠canât believe how much youâre leaking.â
They kissed once, putting on a show for you, like neither of them wanted to admit how good this felt.
You licked your lips and moaned. âFucking hell,â you whispered. âYou like showing off for me?â
Tommy exhaled a ragged breath, his hand moving faster along Alfieâs length, his wrist twisting with each upward stroke. His other hand gripped Alfieâs thigh, his fingers digging in as if to ground himself. Alfieâs hand mirrored him now, moving quicker, each movement filled with urgency. His eyes flickered between Tommyâs heated face and your parted lips.
âShit,â Tommy moaned.
Somehow, touching another cock felt different than touching his own, even if the technique was the same. The texture and the weight of it felt foreign and familiar all at once. He didnât dislike it, quite the opposite. There was something obscene and erotic in the way Alfieâs rough fist worked him, and in the way his own hand matched the rhythm, stroking Alfie in return. And you, watching from below, looking like you could combust right there on the floor, pressing your thighs together, only made this whole scene dirtier.
âFeels good, donât it?â
ââŚYeah.â
Alfie chuckled. âDoesnât mean youâre a pansy, mate. Just means you like someone else who knows what a cock likes.â
âI want it on my face,â you said breathlessly, crawling forward on your knees. âI want you both to cum on me. At the same time.â
They both groaned louder now, like theyâd finally dropped every last ounce of control. No more hesitation or shame, just two desperate men, chasing their high with fists curled tight around each otherâs cocks, panting like animals in heat. You knelt between their legs with your tongue stuck out obediently, eyes wide and glistening with anticipation, ready to take whatever they gave you.
âFuck, youâre so filthy,â Alfie growled. âYou like beinâ used like this, eh, darlinâ?â
Tommy gasped. âFuckinâ perfect, mouth open, ready to take it, Jesusââ
Tommy was the first to spill, ropes of hot cum shooting across your tongue, lips and cheeks, a low moan falling from his lips as his body shook through the release. Not even a second later, Alfie followed, with a guttural âFuuuckinâ hellââ as his cock jerked in Tommyâs hand, his own release painting your mouth, your chin, and even your neck.
Their cum dripped and streaked across your face, mixing with each otherâs. Alfieâs was thicker, white and creamy, clinging to your skin in decadent drops, while Tommyâs was more translucent, pearly and watery but warm, sliding easily across your jaw and down your chin.
You savored the taste of both of them, slightly different, but both intoxicating in their own way. You licked your lips deliberately, collecting what you could, and swallowed with a soft sigh. Above you, they kept stroking themselves, lazily now, chasing every last pulse of that high.
Their cum ran in slow streaks down your chin and cheeks, your hair was still a little matted where Alfieâs hand had grabbed too tight, but neither of them had moved to clean you, because they hadnât softened, they were still not done, both their cocks were still standing proud.
You smirked, licking your lips again. âYouâre both still hard?â
Alfie grunted, reaching down to stroke himself slowly. âFuckinâ course I am. Look at you, love.â
Tommyâs hand went to your face, his thumb wiping a stripe of his own release from your cheek. âYou gonna let us use you a little more?â he asked lowly.
You smiled, filthy and pleased. âThought youâd never ask.â
Alfie didnât wait, he reached down and hauled you up onto the bed like a rag doll, turned you over and laid you flat on your back. You braced yourself on your forearms as he grabbed your hips, spit in his hand, and smeared it over your hole.
âSo fuckinâ wet,â he muttered. âCan feel how warm you are. God, youâre soaked. Did it make you that wet, havinâ us both cum on your pretty fuckinâ face?â
âYes,â you breathed, arching your back against the mattress, you were in desperate need for some relief. âPlease, Alfieââ
He slid in with one smooth, punishing stroke that buried himself to the hilt in your slick heat. Your breath caught, the depth of it making your body jolt and your walls flutter around the sudden, perfect intrusion. There was never teasing with Alfie, no slow build, just that raw need so typical of him, and his cock stretching you full until there was nowhere else to go.
âOh GodâAlfie.â
âYeah, thatâs it,â he rasped, already setting a deep and brutal rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with loud, wet sounds. âCan feel me deep inside, canât you? That messy little hole just suckinâ me in like it needs me.â
Tommy moved beside you, kneeling by your side on the bed. His fingers found your clit with a featherlight touch at first, but the moment he heard that first little gasp fall from your lips, he picked up the pace, letting his fingers move faster with every second.
You dropped your head back against the pillow with a broken moan, the tension coiling so tightly in your belly it felt like your body might shatter apart from pleasure. Between Tommyâs touch and the stretch still pulsing between your thighs from Alfieâs cock hitting your cervix, you were already so close again.
Tommy leaned close to your ear. âGonna help him make you cum, yeah?â
You whimpered and nodded. His fingers kept rubbing those steady circles over your clit, slick from the mess leaking out in creamy rings around Alfieâs cock. It was filthy, Tommy playing you like an instrument while Alfie fucked you like he was trying to mark your womb.
âTouchinâ herâs unreal, isnât it?â Alfie panted. âShe clenches when you rub her, yeah? God, I can feel it, fuck, sheâs squeezinâ me like a fistââ
âLetâs make her cum, then,â Tommy murmured.
âPlease! Fuck, Iâm gonnaââ You screamed, the pleasure taking over your body.
âCum, then,â Alfie growled. âLet him feel how messy you get. Let me feel it when you break on my cock.â
Tommy pressed down on your clit with perfect precision, and Alfie thrusted into you in that devastating angle, making you scream. Your entire body locked up, your orgasm ripped through you with a force that blinded you for a second, all you could see was black.
And then Alfie followed, he shouted curses in Hebrew, his voice barely recognizable. His hands clamped down hard on your hips while his fingers dug into your skin as he thrusted once, twice, and you felt him pulse, his cock twitching deep inside your soaked cunt as he came hard, filling you with rope after rope, his spend so warm you could feel it coating your insides, leaking around him with each throb.
âFuckinâ hell,â Alfie muttered. âThatâs the best Iâve ever had you, love. Ever.â
You mumbled something unintelligible, you were so wrecked already that you couldnât properly speak.
Tommy chuckled, brushing hair from your face. âYouâre drippinâ,â he said.
Alfie pulled out slowly, and you whimpered at the wet slide, at the mix of cum and fluids that started dripping down your thighs.
âYeah, mate. Sheâs fuckinâ drippinâ with my cum,â Alfie said turned to Tommy with a lazy grin. âYou wanna fuck her now? you clean her first. With your tongue.â
Tommyâs gaze snapped up, like something had clawed at his pride. You saw the hesitation, the flicker of resistance. Alfie had given him an order, and Tommy Shelby wasnât the kind of man who took kindly to being told what to do. But then his eyes dropped again to you, your legs spread wider and your breath hitched at the thought of Tommy lapping on your used cunt.
Your eyes met his, your voice was soft and pleading: âPlease.â
That broke him, Tommy crawled forward, his eyes never leaving your dripping cunt, his mouth already tasting it before he even touched you. Alfie leaned back on his elbows, spreading his thighs a little wider, like a king on his throne. âGo on, then,â he muttered pleased.
Tommy settled between your thighs and then he licked, his tongue lapped at your folds in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting and savoring you. He followed the path of Alfieâs cum as it slid out of you, he cleaned it from your inner thighs, from your overstimulated clit, from the soft, swollen lips of your pussy, already fluttering around nothing, clenched and trembling with the threat of another orgasm.
Alfie groaned. âLook at that, love,â he rasped. âHeâs eatinâ my fuckinâ cum out of you like heâs starvinâ.â
Tommyâs hand gripped your thighs, fingers bruising as he licked deeper, cleaning every last drop, his tongue dragging upward to flick your clit. Your hips jerked off the bed, you were soaked again, and not just from the mess, but from your juices starting to drip out of you from the sight and the feeling of Tommyâs tongue on you.
He pulled back only when your whimpers turned sharp. âSheâs clean now,â he said hoarsely. âReady.â
Alfie grinned and nodded. âVery well. Youâve earned her.â
Tommy began to position himself at your entrance, one hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock, but Alfieâs voice stopped him.
âNah, nah.â He leaned forward. âLove, show our boy Tommy here how you ride cock.â
Tommy froze for a second, but then he leaned back flat against the mattress, letting you take control. You shifted to straddle his lap, reaching between your legs to grip his cock. He grabbed your waist as you lined him up, and without waiting another second you sank down slowly on his thick member, moaning as he filled you completely.
His head fell back, hands gripping your waist tighter. âJesus Christ.â
You started to move, grinding down slowly on Tommy, rocking your hips in deep circles. His cock pressed so perfectly inside you, each movement got him groaning beneath you. Then Alfie came up behind you, his large hands sliding over your waist and pulling you back against him. His chest was hot against your back, and his beard scratchy as it dragged across your shoulder.
âThatâs it, love.â Alfieâs mouth was hot against your ear. âBounce on it. Just like that. Look at his face, poor fucker canât believe how good it feels. Mouth hanginâ open like heâs seen God.â
You obeyed, instantly moving faster, bouncing and over every inch of him with a desperate rhythm. Your thighs burned from the effort, but you didnât stop⌠you couldnât, not with the way Tommyâs cock filled you so perfectly.
âFuckinâ hellâŚâ Tommyâs hands gripped your hips, helping you move when your own body struggled to maintain the rhythm.
âSheâs a fuckinâ vision, isnât she?â Alfie said behind you, his eyes were locked on the way his girl was bouncing on another manâs cock, and all because he told her to. âRidinâ you like she was made for it. Like her cunt knows you.â
Tommyâs hands were everywhere, sliding down to squeeze your thighs, then cupping your ass, spreading you open as you rode him. He couldnât take his eyes off from where your bodies met, watching your slick drip down around his cock.
Your tits bounced wildly with every movement, shining with sweat. You felt Alfieâs mouth closing around your nipple, and you cried out, your pace faltering for just a moment as the sudden jolt of pleasure lit you up from the inside. His lips were hot, his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and it was enough to make your back arch and your cunt clench hard around Tommy.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â Alfie growled. âLook at you, takinâ him so deep. Is he fillinâ you good, love?â
You nodded frantically, the words got lost somewhere in your throat. âYes⌠yes, fuck, he feels so good, Alfie. Heâs so goodââ
Tommy groaned, his own hips thrusting up into you to meet your rhythm. âYouâre perfect,â he breathed. âSo fuckinâ tight.â
Alfie pinched your nipple hard between his fingers, just as his teeth sank into the other with a sharp bite. And your reaction had Tommy moaning from how tight your cunt gripped him.
âNggghh, sheâs squeezinâ me like a vice,â Tommyâs hands tightened on your hips to steady you.
âCome on,â Alfie ordered you. âCum for both of us.â
You did, loudly. There was no holding it back, your orgasm hit you with electricity, making your pussy spasm around Tommyâs cock so hard he cursed under his breath. The sound of your cries echoed off the bedroom walls.
Tommy groaned, he was barely able to hold on. âJesus fuckâsheâs⌠sheâs milkinâ me,â he panted. âShit⌠Iâm gonnaââ
Alfie snapped: âYou pull the fuck out now, mate.â
Tommy growled like it physically hurt him to pull out, but he obeyed. His hands gripped your hips with bruising desperation, yanking you off him just in time as he crawled over your body.
âFuckâfuckââ he panted, his cock twitching furiously in his hand as he stroked himself fast. His cum spilled out in warm ropes across your belly, your thighs, even streaking the underside of your tits.
He collapsed forward onto his chest with a shaky groan, his body still still trembling with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure. His cheek pressed against your thigh as his breathing slowed. Alfie leaned down beside you, one thick arm braced beside your head as he used the other to gently brush the sweaty strands of hair from your temple. The three of you stayed like that, a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, and you couldnât help but think, as your eyes closed, that there wasnât another place in the world youâd ever choose to be.
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A/N: Now thatâs what I call 9k words of pure porn. I think this one officially takes the throne as the filthiest thing Iâve ever writtenđŽâđ¨ I hope it scratched the itch for everyone who wanted to see that Alfie and Tommy threesome, cause Iâve been dying to write it!!
Iâm definitely not opposed to writing a second part if you enjoyed this first one! Suggestions are very much welcomed, Iâd love to hear what youâd like to see next. (Double penetration maybe? More Alfie and Tommy action?)
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[SUMMARY: In the heat of defending you, Joelâs strength turned against you instead. The injury was an accident, but the guilt threatens to break him.]
Angst
The first thing Joel heard was your name.
Heâd been walking past the courtyard at Jackson, half-thinking about nothing, when the voices reachrd him. A couple men leaning against the fence, muttering, laughing low in their throats. He wasnât listening at firstâuntil one of them said your name followed by words that made his stomach clench.
âThat woman always got something to say, hell maybe sheâs in need for a little spankinââ the men laughed.
Joel stopped dead in his tracks.
âThat old boyfriend of hers probably isnât giving her what she needsâ he shrugged.
The men didnât notice him at first, kept laughing, voices rough, careless. Joelâs hands balled into fists. He told himself to walk away, to be smart about it. But then he heard one of them describe exactly what heâd like to do to youâmocking, filthyâand that was it.
Joelâs body moved before his mind caught up.
He was on the man in a heartbeat, shoving him back against the fence so hard it rattled. âSay that shit again,â Joel snarled, voice like gravel ground against metal. âGo on.â
The man smirked, even as Joelâs forearm pressed into his chest. âWhat, you jealous old man? Everybody knowsââ
The words cut off with Joelâs fist slamming into his jaw. The man staggered but came back swinging, and suddenly it was a fightâraw, messy, fists and blood and rage spilling into the open.
From across the yard, you saw it.
âJoel!â you shouted, breaking into a run. By the time you reached them, both men were heaving, sweat and anger written all over their faces. Joel had him pinned again, teeth bared like a wolf about to rip its prey apart.
You didnât thinkâyou just reached out, grabbed Joelâs shoulder, tried to pull him back.
He didnât know it was you.
With a roar, Joel spun, grabbing the hand on him, and shoved hard. You hit the wall behind you with a crack that knocked the breath from your lungs.
The sound you madeâsharp, startled, pained, cutthrough the haze like a gunshot.
Joel froze.
His eyes locked on you, wide, horrified, as you stood pinned against the wall, one hand clutching your side where it had struck. Fear flickered across your faceâfear of himâand Joel felt the ground drop out from under him.
âJesus. Baby-â His voice broke on the word, rough and desperate. His hands hovered in the air like he was afraid to touch you, afraid of what heâd just done. âI didnâtâI thoughtââ
Behind him, the other man laughed, spitting blood onto the dirt. âLook at you. Big protector, huh? Canât even tell when itâs your own woman youâre hurtinâ.â
Joel didnât move. Couldnât. The taunts barely reached him over the sound of your uneven breathing, the way your eyes wouldnât leave his face. Not with trust. Not with love. With something brittle, something broken.
And it gutted him.
Joelâs hand lifted halfway, trembling with the urge to touch you, to check you, to beg you to tell him you were all right.
âBabyââ
But the second his fingers reached toward you, you flinched. A sharp recoil, your body tightening against the wall like you expected another blow.
It stopped him cold.
He stumbled back a step as if youâd shoved him yourself, his chest caving in at the sight.
âWhat the hellâs goinâ on here?â Tommyâs voice snapped through the tension, boots pounding as he came running across the yard. He skidded to a halt, eyes darting from the bloodied man still clutching his jaw, to you pressed against the wall, to Joelârigid, pale, silent.
The bastard Joel had fought gave a wet laugh, spitting another mouthful of blood onto the dirt. âYour big brother lost his mind. Went off on me, then threw his own woman into the wall. Real pieceâa work you got here, Tommy.â
Joelâs jaw clenched, but he didnât say a word. He couldnât. The truth was worse than the taunt.
Tommyâs gaze snapped to you then, sharp, worried. He caught the wayyour arm was wrapped protectively around your ribs, the shallow, uneven rise of your chest. âYou hurt?â he asked quickly, voice low but urgent.
You nodded, just barely.
Joel took a step forward on instinct, but Tommy moved instantly, sliding between the two of you like a shield. His hand came up, flat against Joelâs chest, halting him in place.
âIâll take her,â Tommy said firmly, already angling his body to usher you away. âGet her checked out.â He looked back at his brother and gave him a reassuring nod to let him know he knew it wasnât his fault. Judging by the tension still around them, the men just feet away taunting the situation, he figured it was best for Joel to leave.
Joelâs throat worked, but the words wouldnât come. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, every part of him screaming to fix this, to hold you, to explain. Finally, he forced something outârough, hoarse.
âIt was an accident.â
The words sounded hollow even to him. You knew it was an accident, it happened so quickly. You knew Joel would never do such a thing purposely, still, you had never seen that look in his eyes.
âI knowâ Tommy assured him, he of all people knew his brother would never hurt you.
âJust let me make sure sheâs alright. You can come by afterâ
Joel stood silent, watching as Tommy guided you away. The sight of your body leaning slightly to the side, your arm braced against your ribs, burned itself into his vision.
The man heâd fought muttered another curse, another taunt, but Joel didnât hear it. He was staring at you, and at the space growing between you, feeling something inside him splinter.
Joel slowly walked away from the group of men, he didnât have fight left in him.
~~
Fractured ribs.
Thatâs how much force he had thrown you to the wall, that you fractured your ribs.
Your waist now wrapped up tightly, you could still feel an ache with each breath even with the pain medication.
âIâve never seen him like that, Tommy. It didnât look like my Joelâ his brother stood at the foot of your bed with his hands on his hips. He knew exactly the look you were talking about.
âI know he didnât mean to, itâs justâŚâ you shook your head staring off into space, the thought of his eyes, dark, lost creeping into your mind.
âIâm sure heâs givinâ himself a good beatinâ about it. You know how Joel is about you.â You stood quiet with a slight nod.
âIâm not mad at himâŚIâm just-for second I thought he was going to do more. Until he realized it was me and then there he was again. But for just that split second I was terrifiedâ Tommy didnât speak, just a look of understanding. Heâd seen his brother lost in that anger more times than he could count.
âYou can tell him to come inâ Tommy looked up somewhat surprised. You knew Joel was standing out there whether you wanted to see him or not, you knew heâd wait close by.
~~
Tommy walked out to find Joel a few feet away, his eyes wide filled with worry as he walked towards him.
âShe alright?â Joel asked low.
âSheâs gonna be fine, she just-â Tommy looked away, hesitating to tell his brother the damage heâd accidentally done to the woman he loves.
âTell meâ Joelâs eyes darkened.
âWhat I doâ
âHer ribs are fracturedâ Joel felt a punch to his gut. His eyes welling up with tears.
âJesus Christ-â he whispered turning towards the wall, disgusted with himself. How the hell could he have done this.
âYou didnât know it was her alright, it was an accident. She knows that-â
âDid you see the way she was lookinâ at meâ Joel whispered in between heavy breaths, his eyes on his brother. Tommy knew how guilty Joel felt, his brother constantly protecting you from anyone or anything to be the one to cause you this harm.
âShe wants to see youâ Joel froze almost in disbelief, almost as if he wasnât ready to see you. He looked at your door then back at his brother who gave him an encouraging look and a hard tap on the shoulder.
âGo on brother.â
~~
Joel lingered at the doorway, the sight of you in pain on the bed nearly forcing his gaze to drop. He didnât move, caught somewhere between fear and helplessness, like a young boy unsure of how to navigate a world he couldnât control. You could see it in him the moment you laid eyes on him, the guilt, the shame, he felt it all.
âYou can come closer,Joelâ he looked almost surprised by your request. Still hesitant, as if any movement he made might hurt you.
He walked slowly towards you, his hands in front of him, he stopped a few feet away.
âCloserâ you spoke softly. He did as you asked until he was right beside you. The closer he got, the more intense his emotions became till he couldnât hold it in.
âBaby-â he shook his head, eyes wide with tears.
âI swear, I swear if I knew it was you-â
âI knowâ you whispered softly, your hand reaching for his.
His hand trembled as it brushed against yours, fingers hesitating before finally intertwining.
âI didnât mean⌠I neverâŚâ His voice cracked, swallowed by the weight of what heâd done. He leaned down slightly feeling you pull him in, close enough that the heat from his forehead almost touched yours, but not daring to rest against you.
âIt was an accident, Joel,â you whispered, pressing your hand lightly against his arm. âI know it wasnât on purpose. I just never seen you so angry like thatâŚâ Your voice faltered for a moment, but you gave a small, reassuring squeeze. ââŚyou didnât mean what you did.â
He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, as if trying to hold back everything he wanted to say. Finally, he let out a long, shaky sigh. âI shouldâve been⌠I shouldâveââ
You tightened your grip, stopping him. âJoel, look at me,â you said softly, lifting his chin with your fingers. âIâll be fine, Iâm fineâ you assured him but he could see the discomfort you felt. Every ache you felt because of him.
His eyes searched yours, slowly, as if it took every ounce of strength, he lowered his forehead to rest against yours. âGod⌠Iâm so sorry,â he whispered.
You pressed a kiss to the side of his face and murmured, âI know. And itâs okay. Just⌠stay with me.â
He nodded against you, letting the weight of his regret ease slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, careful and tentative, as though holding you might somehow undo the accident. âI⌠I wonât let anything happen to you again,â he promised, voice low but determined.
âI promiseâ

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