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Infestation

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Follow the lonely Slishy Slasher as she falls into a strange new world populated by puppets and a mysterious otherworldly being.

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Crystallized Yearning // Kinktober 2021

{Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons} Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: Finding new partners, ones that won’t betray the trust of the relationship, can be difficult; especially with the shady characters Tommy does dealings with. But if there’s one thing you know, it’s how to pick the man for the job and Alfie Solomons is just right to put you in the position you’ve always coveted. 

Warnings: 18+ / voyeurism / cuckolding / double penetration / degradation / praise kink / size kink / power play / taunting / multiple creampie

There’s something about joining Tommy at his business meetings that is quite enjoyable. Though it’s been quite a few years since your initial accompaniment, there’s always something new to discover. It certainly isn’t the men, who Tommy deems worthy of his time, that you find intriguing. Most leer, just after their initial fascination wears off, forgetting their decorum while others scoff at your presence in the room. Those men believe a woman’s place is in the home or by her husband’s side while minding her words and tending to their children.

Alfie, like many of the other men you’ve come to know, directs his words towards Tom as soon as you step foot in his office. “I see you brought the missus then. Could have warned me. I’d ‘ave cleaned up the place a bit.”

You interject. The words flow easily with the sharpness of the blades hidden with Tommy’s cap, “He didn’t bring me. I decided to come and I’m not his wife.”

You are a blazing spirit, unabashed nature, and blunt words all held together in beautiful physical form. As most have outwardly exclaimed with no such eloquence, you are a truly blasphemous entity. But you’ll forgive Alfie's mistake this one time, if only because you’ve come with one certain objective in mind.

Many men assume, incorrectly, that you are a weakness, both to yourself and to Tommy. And taking control of the situation is fairly easy when your opposition assumes, incorrectly, that you are a whore Tommy totes around. You may not have the ring on your finger, yet, to announce your status in Tommy’s life but you have never been one that needed material symbols of commitment. And being a whore or housewife has never been and will never be your place.  

“Excuse me then.” His eyes wander to Tommy who has settled himself on the old couch far across the room before flickering back to you.

“I’m here to make a deal with you, Mr. Solomons.”

“Alfie is fine,” He waves off your formalities just as you thought he would. A smile slinking onto his face as he tries to calculate your next move, “And what could I possibly get you? Doesn’t Tommy give you everything you desire?”

“I don’t need a man to give me what I want. I take it on my own.”

A loud laugh rises up from him, “A real firecracker you got here, mate. I see why you keep her around.”

“You still don’t get it, Alfie.”

“Oh, I don’t? I always do tell Tom that intelligence is a valuable fucking thing. Come enlighten me then, love.” He relaxes in his seat, arms open wide in an unintentional invitation that you gladly accept.

Your eyes flick back to Tom who lights his cigarette. The corner of his mouth is crooked upwards, the barest hint of amusement on his face.

“Pour us some rum, Alfie.”

“And what are we toasting to?” Alfie holds the bottle out to Tom in offering, but the blue-eyed man shakes his head.

Gliding around the desk, you take the glass of amber liquid from his hand and down it one gulp. The path after burns, leaving a warm sensation as it hits your stomach and only adding to the heat growing between your thighs. Your gaze wanders over his face, following the drop of alcohol that escapes from his plump lips. You chase after it, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip to wipe the remnant away, “To a good fuck.”

Whether it be your words or actions that catch him off guard, you can not tell but he recovers quickly, pulling you into his lap and smashing his mouth against yours. He’s different from Tommy in that way. Both men are rough and dominant but Alfie has an all-encompassing warmth. It’s a smothering presence, both in size and personality. Whereas Tom is more deliberate and orchestrated. His power and poise are so big they could completely consume you, driving you to the end of pleasure only to yank you back for more.

Thick fingers weave through the skirts around your waist, unfastening them with an ease that only comes with experience. Those same digits pinch and soothe the skin of your exposed thighs dancing upward towards your awaiting core. Your hips rock, grinding yourself against his clothes erection. Even covered, you can tell he is large; a thought that makes you salivate.

A huff in the distance pulls you and Alfie apart, the man looking to his Brummie partner over your shoulder as you begin to suckle red marks on the skin not hidden beneath his cotton shirt.

“This gets you off, Tom? Me about to fuck your girl.”

“Fuck off, Alfie.” Tommy’s tone has a bitter bite but just below it, you can hear the utter enjoyment he is taking from the display you are putting on.

“Alfie, why you gotta rile him up? Hmm? Let him enjoy our little show.”

“You’re a fucking devil woman, you know that?”

You grin at him, leaning in to nip at his cheek before capturing his lips against yours again. It’s easy, the way things flow. No complicated discussion; just lust and yearning taking control and clothes discarded across the floor as you both give in to carnal desires.

Your head tilts back, unintentionally offering your skin for Alfie to mark as you sink onto his cock. The girth of him stretches you far past what you’ve ever experienced. His fingers dip into your hips, guiding you to a pace you both find suitable.

“Fuck. That little hole of hers is amazing, Tom.”

At his praise, your walls clench around Alfie’s thickness. The man below you chuckles, hips lifting off his seat to match the speed of your bounce. The floorboards creak beneath the weight of your joined bodies, only adding to the sounds released from your lungs and the squelch of juices between your thighs.

It’s almost immoral how quickly your orgasm rushes upon you. The tightening of your small cavern has Alfie gasping and grunting as he works you through the pleasure. You milk him, your body silently pleading with him to coat your walls. And like the good man he is, Alfie follows your command, spilling himself within you.

Heavy breaths and tender kisses are shared but he continues, never slowing his assault on your pussy. You shiver as an imposing figure stands behind you; his front brushing your back. The fabric of Tommy’s suit stimulates your already exposed nerve endings.

His lips attach to your shoulder, biting and then soothing the spot with a flick of his tongue, “Think you can take us both, love?”

“Yeah. Need you, Tommy. Give me your best.”

“Always do, love.”

Your body trembles again when you feel his cock rubs against your already plugged entrance. You hum in appreciation as Tom slips inside, joining Alfie in defiling your pussy. Both men groan as you continue to flutter around them.

Tom is the first to move. Such as with everything else, he takes charge and sets the new pace. Slow and steady, they both move, drawing moans and heady gasps from you. The mixture of your earlier union makes it a smooth transition to taking them both. They work in tandem much different from their usual friendly animosity. They share a more important goal this time: wrecking and ruining you.

And how easily they find a good strategy. As Tommy‘s cock makes an exit, Alfie’s, in turn, eases into you. The push and pull against each other along with the pressure your pussy provides has them both spiraling into ecstasy and dragging you down with them.  

The coil within your core snaps, pleasure washing over you and sucking the very breath from your lungs. Tommy and Alfie follow right behind, emptying into you with hearty moans. The essence of your sin drips out, dribbling past their lengths and your thighs.

It’s quiet for the first you minutes as the three of you bask in the aftermath of bliss. But it’s ultimately cut off by the deep rumble of Alfie’s chuckles, “That’s one fucking way to seal a new partnership. Now how ‘bout we have another round?”

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IT WAS UNSEASONABLY WARM OUT. Had been for the last few days. The change brought on an uncomfortable humidity that had Mackenzie partly regretting her seat atop the marble headstone. Then again the polished settee had been her chosen perch for the last few years regardless of the weather. It gave a decent view of the entire cemetery. It was familiar and most importantly it was the center of her friendship with a one Missus Janine Witmore.

   In all honesty, the relationship had developed easily. Janine was an amazing listener. Partially due to the fact that she couldn’t speak. A trait Mackenzie desperately needed in her life. The woman was indeed one of a kind. So much so the sentiment had been etched into the marble headstone of her eternal resting place. She dusted the name cut into the ivory colored slab.

                                      Mrs. Janine Francis Witmore.

                                        Loving mother, loving wife

                                                 Amazing friend

  “Well my dear Janine, looks like the day is finally coming to an end.” The red and orange hues blanketing the setting sun gave way to the violet skyline of the encroaching night.

  “Think he’ll come tonight?” Mackenzie laid her chin in the palm of her hand, “Is it strange that I hope he does?” She tugged the arms of her sweater over her hands, cuddling up into herself to avoid the chill for as long as she could.

  “At least it would spice things up a bit. Don’t you think?” She huffed humorlessly, “Not that I need any more excitement in this lovely existence of mine.”

   Making a sound of quiet frustration, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, “Good God our conversations are just entirely too riveting sometimes.” She swatted a bug from her face, “But I suppose they have to be to make up for all of this action we have here.” She said as she gestured to the empty cemetery.

   Every night it was the same. She’d wait and wait then sometimes wait some more. And each night she did this she knew that she was running too much of an unnecessary risk. But then if she were being truthful she would have been able to admit that some part of her wanted to be found.

   What she should have been doing was staying cooped up behind the wards Trish’s father set up in her apartment to wait out her personal end of days in relative peace for as long as she could, until she was finally nothing but an empty skin sack of meat and bones.

   However, Mackenzie felt a responsibility toward each and every one of the Hellion’s children. Her past sins relentlessly weighing heavily on her conscience. She knew that at some point the natives would begin to feel restless and something revolting would decide that moment would be their moment and slinking from the shadows, they would proceed to attempt to take a chunk out of the world. And of course as the self- appointed protector of the vulnerable peoples of the earth she would have to be there to stop it before it began. There was also that niggling desire to reap retribution and possibly in that find a little bit of redemption for herself.

   Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and the low growl of the hunkering Sholock demon put her on the defensive. They were an inherently cantankerous bunch, riddled with quarter-sized pustules that each looked ready to burst simultaneously.

   Mackenzie shuddered, feeling both disgusted and slightly cheated. Sholock demons were the lowest of the low and with her dreams the way they had been this hunk of puss was definitely not what she expected when she came out on her patrol.

   “So what are you doing out of bed at this time of night?” The demon ignored her, “Shit Janine, don’t you think that was rude? I mean I think that was rude.” She slid from the tombstone with an indignant huff.

   “Hey! I was talking to you.”

   Now on such a night, with such a void-like feeling lurking at the edges, she should have left it alone. Let it go about its business and called it quits. Still, perhaps foolishly, she did what she believed needed to be done and charged the two hundred and some odd pound monstrosity.

   Normally having to struggle with their girth, Sholock demons were slow and bumbling morons. So it came as a surprise when it bolted at her, knocking her flat on her back to pin her against the damp ground.

   The skill she relied on chose that moment to fail her. But before she could pray to whatever deity that would listen. Before she could lament her failure to exact her vengeance. Before she could prepare herself for death or accept that it may have been the most favorable option and allow herself to succumb to it the suffocating weight was quickly lifted from her.

   She sputtered for air and watched in rapt amazement as her savior quieted the supped up Sholock with admittedly less difficulty than she had. Rolling her shoulders, she stood to pop her back and dust at her jeans.

  “I am deeply sorry for being late.” The baritone of his voice coupled with his thick Muscovite accent demanded her unconscious submission and the ease in which she was willing to give it to him made her tense. Trapping her in a strange limbo of feelings.

   “Sorry I wasn’t much help.” The quip came out more sarcastically than she had intended.

   Her exceptional vision afforded her a proper view of her pseudo partner and damn it all was he a sight to be seen. Just as he had been the night they met. Sheer power radiated from his core to his broad shoulders and had shone wildly in the depth of his dark eyes.

   “Don’t worry yourself. There is always a second chance. They do tend to run in pairs.” He hazard a moment to point behind her...

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