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Lamont Diggs | Rap Sh!t

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Hi! I’m back with another prompt, if you’ll have it.

Tommy is subbing and all goes well until Alfie like the good Dom he is, starts aftercare. And Tommy is confused at first but then realizes this is normal.

here you go :) i hope you like it!

Tommy felt as though he was outside of his body.

This had been beyond anything he had ever dreamed. It had certainly been better than any other sexual experience he had in his life, including with Alfie. Alfie had been able to control him, so to speak, been able to coax him into letting go of himself, of turning over all sensibility and fight, of allowing himself to be handled (roughly, even) in ways he had never been handled before. He had even been able to achieve two orgasms, and Tommy was quite sure that he had been to heaven and back by the time that second one came out of him.

Now, here he was, trying to get up so he could wash himself, so he could tend to his slightly bruised wrists from where he had been tied, but found that he could not. He still did not feel quite connected to his body. Where was Alfie anyhow? Tommy felt so cold. He shivered and tried to grab for the blanket, but then, Alfie was there, warm hands ghosting over Tommy's, taking them and stopping him.

"Tommy sweetheart, hold on."

"I'm fucking cold." he snapped, his own anger surprising him. Where he felt light before, he was starting to feel itchy all over.

"I know, just let me take care of it, hm?" he said, and a warm washcloth began to make its way over his stomach, where Alfie had released on him.

Tommy wanted to retort back angrily, but it was as though the very touch of Alfie soothed him, made him calm down. Alfie's hand brushed over his forehead, his chest, while he used his other hand to clean Tommy carefully. He felt vulnerable, too vulnerable, but it also felt shockingly nice to have someone care for him this way. Alfie was being very delicate with him, as if Tommy was someone who could break so easily. But Alfie’s eyes were soft, his hands were gentle and careful, and the washcloth seemed almost an extension of him, of his care.

"As you may have noticed," Alfie spoke softly, "when a man is pushed to the limits, as you were, and you are fucking welcome for it mate, he can find himself in a space that is amongst the fucking clouds, yeah? Coming down from that can be a right fucking disaster if the person who got him there does not care for him after the fact."

Tommy didn't know what to say, but at least he was a bit less confused now about everything he was feeling. He sat up when Alfie finished, kissing him tenderly.

"I must be out of my mind for letting you, of all people, take care of me."

Alfie snorted. "Trying to pick a fight already, are we? After that magnificent fucking session I just bestowed upon you?"

"Bestowed it did you?" Tommy grinned.

"Yeah mate, and you should count your fucking blessings that I did. See, when you die one day, you'll be on your deathbed, right, and mark my words you will think to this very fucking moment right here and wish that you could have sex with me, one last fucking time."

"I'm sure that's exactly what I'll be thinking on my deathbed. Not about my children, no, I'll be thinking of your cock."

"Right you will."

Tommy rolled his eyes, and allowed Alfie to grab his hand and pull him up. "What now?"

"We're going to take a bath."

"You just washed me." he was cold again, being apart, and inched closer to Alfie, who smiled lightly, wrapping an arm around Tommy.

"It's part of the process, right? It's about me making sure that you feel safe Tom."

"You just want to see me wet."

"All right, a little of that as well." Alfie shrugged, preparing their bath quickly. When they got in, Alfie positioned them so that Tommy's back was against his chest, and his arms were wrapped around Tommy's stomach, their legs twined together.

Tommy had to admit, he did feel safe. He felt good. He had come down from his high, but besides his moment of temporary confusion, he felt okay now.

He leaned his head against Alfie's shoulder, kissing his jaw. "Your reputation would be ruined if people saw how gentle you really are Alfie."

He huffed. "Yeah well, if you ever say a word I'll fucking shoot you, how about that?"

Tommy laughed softly, making Alfie grin in turn. He brought his hand up to Tommy's face, running his thumb along Tommy's bottom lip before he brought him in for another kiss.

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I might be a smite obsessed with this episode...

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I wanna do a bingo card for revolution of the Daleks. One of the squares being 13 in prison day what Yaz the gang would say.

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TED TRYING TO MAKE SHARON LAUGH

“Oh, so that’s what it sounds like when you laugh.”

[ganseybois]

If you’re still taking prompts I have one ! Love your work btw 💕. Anywho, the idea is that Tommy is trying to have a quiet quickie in Alfie’s office but Alfie loves to moan and have loud commentary. Tommy is trying to shut him up by power bottoming

here you go! i hope you enjoy it :) thank you for the kind words!

“Hello Alfie,” Tommy shut the door behind him, locking it.

Alfie looked up at him from over his half-moon glasses, his lips turned down. He was busy. Tommy didn’t care. “Tommy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It’s good to see you too.” he walked over to where Alfie was sitting and leaned against his desk, invading his space. It was the quickest way to get what he wanted. They responded to each other’s movements easily, in or out of bed, like gravity. If one moved, the other followed in some form or another, whether by physically moving or by the look of their eyes.

“Well it’s always a pleasure for my eyes to take you in Tom, that’s not what I mean.”

Tommy crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. “Why is it impossible for you to just say a sentence normally, hm?”

“Well, it’s rather simple actually. I enjoy the sound of my own voice.”

“That much is clear.”

Alfie smiled lightly, but his eyes were careful. “Right, what is it that you want Tommy? Wasn’t meant to see you for another two days.”

Tommy swallowed his vulnerability, his pride, and straightened himself. He was not ashamed of what he wanted. “I couldn’t wait two days.”

Alfie’s smile spread slowly across his face, as though he was the one who had the upper hand here instead of Tommy. “So am I meant to understand that Thomas Shelby has come all the way from the hole that he calls home just to get fucked by me?”

Tommy made sure he kept his cool. This thing between them was so new and Tommy was still in the interest of making sure he called the shots. “Yes, I have. And you’re going to do exactly what I want Alfie, do you understand me?”

Alfie stroked his beard, his eyes twinkling. Tommy was so attracted to him that it was physically painful. Just looking at him now, fully clothed still, his powerful body waiting and ready to do whatever it was that Tommy wanted, his deep brown eyes sparkling, his full lips turned up...Tommy could barely think straight.

Alfie put his hands up. “Yeah, I understand you mate, clear as fucking day.”

“Good.” Tommy went in his inside pocket and took out a few vials of oil, putting them on the desk. “We don’t have much time, and you’ll have to be quiet which I’m sure will be a challenge for you.”

“Yeah, fuck off.”

Alfie made to stand up, assuming that he was going to fuck Tommy on the desk, but Tommy reached out and put his foot between Alfie’s legs, pressing lightly on his groin. He thought Alfie would tense all over, or snap at him, but his eyes only darkened in lust and delight.

Tommy kept his straight face as he took his foot away and straightened upright now, beginning to undo his pants. “You’re going to stay right there Alfie, and you’re going to get yourself hard while I open myself up, and then I’m going to ride you.”

“Fuck.” Alfie’s fingers tapped in excitement on his chair. “All right, get on with it then.”

Tommy pulled down his trousers and stepped out of them completely, trying to hide his smile as Alfie started to pump himself, barely pushing down his pants at all. This is what Tommy wanted, to make Alfie want him so much, to make Alfie understand that it was he, Tommy, who had all the power here, and not anyone else.

Tommy tried to keep his cool, tried not to break out in a fierce blush as he positioned himself over Alfie’s chair somewhat, grabbing the vials and coating his fingers in oil, moving them to the back and pushing on inside of himself. His eyes fluttered shut briefly, Alfie’s own eyes blazing like fire, but he was very careful not to touch.

“Fucking hell Tom,” he murmured. “At least kiss me, hm?”

“Not yet.” Tommy whispered. “You can kiss my neck, but not my lips.”

Alfie practically attacked him as Tommy worked himself open. The angle was awkward, awkward enough that it probably wouldn’t work in his favour whatsoever—there would be a burn, certainly, when Alfie would enter him. But this was about power, more than feeling good (even though it would feel good). So he let Alfie smother him in kisses, let Alfie’s fingers cramp as he held down on his chair, or got himself off, until Tommy was panting properly, having worked himself up to three fingers.

He was dizzy with want. “All right,” he breathed, unable to stand it any longer. Alfie’s lips were relentless. “Okay, come on, get inside me.”

“Right you are Tommy.” He grabbed Tommy with one hand, and held himself with the other, guiding himself inside. Tommy had been right, there was a burn, but not painful enough to get him to stop. He made sure to lock eyes with Alfie, keeping contact the entire time, Alfie letting out a deep groan, Tommy glowing with glory.

Once he was properly seated, Tommy took a moment to himself, trying to breathe, overwhelmed by the length, by the fullness that Alfie provided him. He slowly began to move, rolling his hips best he could on the chair, kind of wishing they had done this on the desk, but worked himself. It seemed to be working anyhow, from the way Alfie was fucking reacting.

“Heavens above Tommy boy,” he murmured, his lips on Tommy’s neck, desperate to kiss his mouth. His hands were flying all over Tommy’s body. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that don’t ya? Fucking hell, I could fuck you all day, all day Tommy.” he was moving his hips best he could, thrusting up into Tommy, aching for it as much as Tommy was.

Tommy moved fluidly over him, grabbing Alfie’s face in his hands and kissing him passionately. Alfie kissed him back with eagerness, their tongues moving against each other. After a few moments, their kisses because nothing more than just each of them panting into the other’s mouth, before Tommy pulled his lips away entirely, going back to looking like a fucking God as he continued to ride Alfie.

And Alfie...well, Alfie wouldn’t shut the hell up.

He was moaning as loud as ever, and while it was certainly attractive, Tommy was worried about the workers outside.

“Be quiet Alfie.”

“Mate,” Alfie’s nose ran along his collarbone, “if you were fucking you, you’d have a lot of trouble keeping your mouth shut.” Then, before Tommy could stop him, Alfie picked him up and slammed him down on the desk, making Tommy let out a small grunt of pain, and he began to fuck Tommy like it was his last mission. Tommy had the wind knocked out of him for a long while, and could simply lay there, being fucked, being pleasured in a way he had never been pleasured before, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Alfie’s moans and profanities slipping from him, and the rough movement of the desk legs against the floor.

“Alfie, be quiet.”

“Tommy, mate, I can’t.” Tommy’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as Alfie began to hit that spot inside of him. “You’re too fucking pretty Tommy, that’s the problem innit? Too fucking much for me Tom, I can’t stand it. Fucking make my head spin, you gorgeous, stubborn fucking man.”

Tommy let out a small sound, something halfway between a laugh and a moan, but grabbed Alfie’s face again, kissing him messily, before angrily whispering, “You fucking shut up, otherwise, you’re going to stop fucking me, understand?”

Alfie resisted, a loud moan falling from him. He was testing Tommy.

“Alfie, shut up.” His tone was hard now, full of the same power that he commanded as a businessman. “I’m serious. I will stop this right fucking now if you keep making noise.”

Alfie let out a whimper, this strong fucking man let out an actual whimper, and looked crazed for a moment, picking Tommy up again and practically falling to the floor with him (it was an uncoordinated thing, making each of them laugh a little and then cover it with kisses), that way the desk would stop moving. Alfie lay down, Tommy riding him hard again. His legs started to burn with the effort of it, sweat lining his shirt, his hands slipping under Alfie’s shirt, nails digging into his skin, going up and passing over his nipples. The second Alfie let slip a moan, he stopped moving altogether.

“Fuck!” Alfie snapped.

“What did I say?”

Alfie was panting heavily, looking like he was going to start screaming. He unbuttoned his shirt with furious, shaky hands and grabbed Tommy’s hand, putting it over his mouth.

Tommy grinned. “I think I like you best this way.”

Alfie thrust up, and Tommy let out a shaky breath, continuing at the most punishing pace he could, panting hard, biting down when he thought it would be too loud. He took one of Alfie’s hands and placed it on him, and without a word Alfie got him off quickly, breathing so hard from being turned on, from Tommy’s fingers moving to cover both his nose and his mouth, from fucking all of it.

Tommy finally reached his climax, and to not make any noise, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his entire body delighting in the pleasure he had taken for himself. He almost wanted to prove his power by getting off Alfie and just leaving him there, but not even he was that much of a terrible person. So, although his bones felt as though they were melting, and his muscles were protesting greatly, he continued to ride Alfie until he was at his peak.

He removed his hand from Alfie’s mouth, whispering. “You’re going to finish Alfie, and you won’t make a fucking sound, do you understand me?”

Alfie’s hands were like iron on Tommy’s hips, but he nodded.

“You can turn me over.”

Alfie did so immediately, cradling Tommy’s head as he did so, fucking into him earnestly a few more times. When he finally reached his end, in order to stop himself from speaking he kissed Tommy harshly, taking and taking, and Tommy let him.

Alfie’s huge body collapsed on him, but Tommy didn’t quite mind. He grinned, nosing at Alfie’s hair, listening to the soft sound of him breathing. He had proved his point.

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Hiiii! I’m back! Thank you for doing Gods work w/ your writing! I have another prompt for you: Tommy notices that Alfie is self conscious about his body. Extra points if Tommy uses mirror seggs to show Alfie how handsome he is. Merci !

here you go :) i hope you enjoy it, thank you for the kind words and the fun prompt!

Tommy was good at observing people, that was not news to anyone. He knew that Alfie knew that too, and while it was one of the things that made Tommy a good business partner, and a good lover, there were moments, where he knew he was seeing more than Alfie wanted him to see. Today was one of those days.

Alfie was in a bad mood, he was feeling worse than usual today, blaming it on the weather. The humidity, he said, made everything worse. So his eye, though healed (as much as it could be) was hurting from some phantom pain, his lower back was aching, and his skin was irritating him all over. Tommy knew he could not help him, not really, but it bothered him to see Alfie this way. Not only because he was in pain, but because Alfie doubted who he was when he was in pain, and Tommy hated that most of all. As though his sickness, his wounds, made him less. All day he had been avoiding mirrors, not touching Tommy, not wanting to be touched, huffing and puffing—Tommy couldn’t stand it.

Tommy walked into the bedroom that evening, frowning when he saw that Alfie wasn’t already in bed. He had retired almost an hour ago now. Tommy frowned and walked over to the bathroom that they shared with the bedroom, peeking inside. Alfie was laying in the tub, his head hanging over the back of it, eyes closed, with a damp cloth over his forehead.

“Alfie?” When Alfie grunted as a response, Tommy walked inside and got down on one knee by the tub. “How are you feeling?” When Alfie still did not respond, Tommy noticed that his lips tightened. He didn’t know why he decided to push him further, he knew Alfie would get mad. “Alfie, I asked you a question.”

“How am I feeling?” Alfie snapped. “I don’t know mate, if your fucking skin was on fire and you looked like the big scary monster under the bed of children, how would you fucking feel, eh?”

Tommy was quiet for a moment, before moving to grab the cloth. Alfie made an unhappy noise but Tommy began to run it over his cheeks, under his eyes, over his neck, and the part of his shoulders and chest that were not under the water.

“You are many things Alfie Solomons, but a monster is not one of them.”

Alfie snorted, not looking Tommy in the eye. It was strange, this conversation, how they were acting—usually it was the reverse. Usually, Tommy was withholding, agitated, and Alfie was the one being thoughtful and kind. Or perhaps this was just what love was, taking turns to be there for one another.

“Alfie,” Tommy prompted again, “what’s going on, hm? You haven’t said a word to me all day.”

“Seeing as you always complain, right, about how much I do talk mate, I thought you’d appreciate some fucking peace, didn’t I? Just being a good partner, yeah? The kind of man worth the great Thomas Shelby’s fucking time.”

“You can pretend this is about me all you want Alfie, but I’m too fucking smart to know that it’s something else.”

Alfie finally looked at him, although reluctantly. “And what is it that you know Tommy, hm? What do your eyes see?”

Tommy stilled his hand over Alfie’s chest, and then let the cloth fall completely, his hand going up to caress Alfie’s very, very gently. Alfie flinched, such a small thing that anyone might have missed. But Tommy never missed a thing.

“You don’t look in mirrors when you feel this way.” Tommy ran his fingers through Alfie’s wet hair. “You can imagine how surprising I find that, since you go on and on about your godhood. Last I checked, gods were meant to be vain.”

Alfie’s eyes softened just a touch. “I ain’t a god Tommy, that much is fucking clear innit?”

“How’s that?”

Alfie shot him a look so similar to the tired ones Tommy sent him when he was annoyed himself that it almost made him smile. It was funny how someone could rub off on another person, given they had enough time to spend together. But besides that look, he said nothing.

Tommy sighed. “You know I find you attractive right?”

Alfie looked away again. “Tommy, listen mate, a man like you, yeah—”

“Oh, don’t fucking start with me.” He had surprised Alfie with his tone, and they were looking at each other once more. “Don’t tell me a man like me can go and find whoever he wants.”

“You never did like hearing the truth, did ya?”

“I chose you, and that should fucking count for something.”

“Right, and why did you?” Alfie’s words came out too quick to be calm. This question scared him. “Handsome enough when we first started maybe, sure, but after fucking everything, after nearly getting your son, yeah, your fucking son killed, what the fuck are you doing here Tom? Hm? Look at me, for Christ’s sake.”

“I am looking at you Alfie.” Tommy said seriously, leaning forward to kiss him gently. Alfie seemed like he had been about to pull away, but he was ultimately a victim to Tommy’s wants. “I’m always looking. You asked me what my eyes see? I see a man I love. And maybe you’re right, maybe I shouldn’t have, after everything that has happened, but love doesn’t always make sense, especially in our world. As for being handsome, you’re just being stupid.”

Alfie rolled his eyes. “I’m not.”

“You are. Feel bad all you fucking want, but don’t tell me I should be with someone else. I don’t fucking care, you understand me? To me, Alfie, you’re as handsome as the day you were when we first met.”

He could see that Alfie had been affected by his words, even though he brushed them off. “Being a little emotional, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I’m being emotional.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Come on, get out.”

“I think the fuck not.”

“I want to show you just how fucking handsome I think you are.” He kissed Alfie again, a little more firmly this time, full of intent. He got up then and left Alfie alone, walking over to the bedroom to grab the oil and undressed there, laying his clothes on the bed. He walked back inside the bathroom, where Alfie had just stepped out of the bathtub, gleaming and wet. There was something so obscenely beautiful about him right now, and Tommy was somehow struck by his own words. He did think Alfie was as handsome as ever. He knew that of course, but for some reason, looking at him right now, when he was unsure but willing to trust Tommy, made him all the more beautiful.

“What’re you doing?” Alfie asked.

“I’m going to fuck you, I thought that was clear.”

“In here?”

“Right in front of the mirror, too.” he pointed to it.

Alfie searched Tommy’s face, like he was looking for a joke, but when he kept his face perfectly still, Alfie scoffed. “Mate, you fucking taking opium again? Fucking must be, yeah, if you think I’m gonna stare at myself while you fuck me. Who do you think you’re fucking talking to?”

“My partner.” Tommy said simply. “Who I love, and want to show just beautiful I find him.”

“Beautiful.” He practically spat the word out.

“Yes, now turn the fuck around.”

“Have you gotten to thinking you call the shots here Tommy boy?” but his words meant very little since he did turn, his hands on the sink but he kept his head down so he didn’t have to look at himself.

Tommy didn’t dignify his question with a reply, and instead stood behind him, kissing his shoulder as he prepared himself, and then Alfie, pushing one slick finger inside. For the first bit, he was quiet, and allowed Alfie to work through his feelings, and he continued on doing that with the second finger, but then, when he put in his third, and had Alfie panting and gripping the sink just enough, he decided to push him further.

“All right Alfie,” he said. “If you want me to fuck you, you have to look in the mirror now, understand?”

Alfie’s knuckles were white. “Tommy, you do not want to fucking play this game, mate.”

“It’s not a game.” Tommy said. “I’m serious. Look in the mirror and I’ll fuck you.”

“Fine, you fucking stubborn man.” he looked up into the mirror, and Tommy hated the way his eyes immediately hardened.

Tommy took the moment to pull his fingers out and push himself in, in one long slide, surprising Alfie enough for him to push back with his hips, a long groan falling from him. Tommy would have to fuck him gently, carefully, since he was uncomfortable all over today. He would try and make this fast, just so Alfie could rest. But he had a point to prove.

“Touch yourself Alfie.” Tommy murmured. When Alfie did as he was told, Tommy continued. “Look in the mirror and see what I see Alfie.”

“Tom…”

“Shut up.” he had to work hard to maintain coherent thought as he fucked him, it was intoxicating after all, especially since Alfie was so wet, that certainly didn’t help. But Tommy was a master of control, and so he fucked him gently, over and over at an angle that he knew Alfie enjoyed most. “Look at yourself.”

Alfie was, and so was Tommy. Fucking him and being able to see one another as they did was an enormous turn on. Alfie looked like he was trying to control his expression but he was failing miserably, whereas Tommy did his best to fix his expression so that it had nothing but love, nothing but adoration. Everything Alfie needed to see.

“That right there,” Tommy panted, “is the most handsome man in the whole fucking world.”

Alfie whined, fucking whined, and that made Tommy’s hips falter in their consistency, he fucked a little too roughly, earning a little broken groan from Alfie. Tommy apologized in a whisper, kissing his back softly, whispering words of affirmation that Alfie needed to hear. It didn’t take long after that, for Alfie to give in, to lose himself in the sweet wet heat that their bodies provided. Alfie did not look away from the mirror, and neither did Tommy. It was a sight, really, how good they looked while they fucked. Tommy’s eyes were even bluer than he expected them to be, and being able to see Alfie as he fucked him from behind sent a thrill through him.

But the best part, was in fact, when Alfie found his release. He had been getting louder, and one hand had come around to grasp at Tommy’s hip, holding on tightly, meeting each thrust himself. The sound was intoxicating. When he came all over his hands, he let out a long moan, locking eyes with Tommy in the mirror, and that seemed to be his own tipping point. He pushed inside hard as he came down from his high, kissing all over Alfie’s shoulders, each of them breathing hard.

After a moment, Alfie chuckled. “Right mate,” Alfie patted Tommy’s thigh, “I get it all right? I fucking get it.”

“Good.” Tommy pulled out gently, turning him around. “Another bath?”

“You joining me?”

“Oh, only if you want me.”

“You’re a right little shit, you know that?”

“I’ve been told.”

But they smiled at one another, and got into the bath, Alfie feeling quite better.

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I think I’m gonna start gif making. Instead of complaint that some gifs aren’t made lol

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GLORILLA | F.N.F (LET'S GO)

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#I don't think he'll ever get used to it

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SARAH NILES  ||  7.19 🤎

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DANIEL KALUUYA | HOT ONES

"Proper built for this but, the building is shakin'."

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 REASONABLE DOUBT |  "Can't Knock the Hustle"