Hidden Treasure (Part 7)

Hidden Treasure (Part 7)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Forced Breeding.

Author's note(s): Tommy is a daddy if you catch my dift ;)

Tommy doesn’t return for days after, instead he sends over a maid to watch over. You remember the tea she made. Herbal richness, with a dash of honey. It was a simple, kind gesture. Like the tea that Alfie was making you now. His was simple, a tad bit strong with a little sweetness. Much like himself.

He waits until you’ve taken a sip. You sigh from the feeling of warmth now spreading through your body, “Thank you…I needed that.”

“Of course, of course love.” he gives a smirk that makes his eyes crinkle the slightest, “So, this is your first time running off?”

“…No, no it isn’t,” You remember your first time at attempting to escape. It was the middle of the night when you had slid out of bed. Careful not to disturb the man slumbering besides you. He was always quite the light sleeper, that's if he's slept. During some nights you could almost pity his whimpers. The war may be over, but some the men still relive it. Only after taking you did he have a proper night's rest.

You remember storing a secret briefcase downstairs, hidden deep within the coat closet. You shove the clothing aside to where your case should have been, pushing and pulling around the other coats. To your dismay there had been nothing.

“Looking for something?” a voice calls from atop of the stairs. You whip your attention to where Tommy now stood. You’re unable to muster even a sentence, “I... I was just…” now at a loss for words. His voice is calm, “Just what? Hm?” He starts walking down each step. You’re trapped under his gaze. Unable to move.

A faint light from the master bedroom dims against his pale complexion. He’s alert. As if he’d been waiting for this very moment. No...he must've already found out. You might as well fess up, “Tommy, I hate it here, I feel like I’m a prisoner in my own home–”

“My home, that you live under,” he corrects. You scoff, “See that?! That is exactly what I mean! You keep acting like you own everything, Like you own me,”

“Don't I?”

“Thomas enough!” your patience is running thin, “I’m done, I can't do this anymore! I want to be free from this–from you!”

“If you want to act like a prisoner, that’s fine,” he tilts his head to signal whoever it was behind you, ”Go ahead boys.” It’s John and Arthur. You back away from them cautiously, with both hands held in front of you, “Please...don’t do this..!”

John mouths a faint ‘sorry’ before clutching onto your arm. Arthur has the other gripped in his. Both brothers follow Tommy through the household, until he stops in front of a side door, the only one that you’ve never been in before. He pulls out a key, unlocking it before leading you inside. As soon as they make it to the bottom, Arthur and John quickly leave, with you and Tommy now alone in the basement.

Deep down he knew that you wouldn’t want to stay, he doesn't blame you. No amount of convincing himself that with enough persuasion, would make you want to stay, If word got out that the Thomas Shelby been secretly married this entire time someone, somewhere, they would use you against him. You wouldn’t stand a chance in his world. They would tear you apart. Part of him still believed it would be best to set you free. But the other half, wanted nothing more than to trap you in his prison forever.

His ungrateful little wife. He wants you to rely on him for everything. He would be your entire world and more, the very air you breathe. It was his mistake for spoiling you. He should've never given you the idea that it was alright to disobey him. You didn't care about how much he's done for you and your family. Or what sacrifices he's made in order to strengthen the bond. He's provided and protected you from such a cruel, vile world.

He was afraid something like this would happen. He knows that people like you will never view him as being a proper member of society. To think he once believed you were different from the others. At the end of the day, you are still a prim and proper uptown girl. What you need is a good snap back into reality. Then it hits him, your marriage can be beautiful, Tommy just has to guide you to the right direction. Even if it means by force. He's certain that in the end you would be much happier with child.

Tommy had found a way to keep you at home. He wouldn’t admit it, but the first time he saw you playing with Charlie, it ignited something feral in him. What better way than to bring in another heir for his growing empire. He knew he wanted to become a father again, and that you would make a great mother.

He made sure not to use any form of protection. The sooner you’d be with child, the better. You won’t put yourself at risk knowing that another life may be in danger. So, he'd taken advantage of every moment to plant his seed in you. Both of you are stark naked on the basement bed. For how long he had been planning on bringing you down here, you hadn’t a clue. Tommy takes charge. As usual. His thrusts are sloppy yet still ongoing. You've tried prying him off, but it only reminded you of your husband’s military strength.

Each day ended with him rutting into his sweet wife, until finally spilling his seed deep inside her womb, “T-tommy stop...!” you whine, barely audible. But he doesn’t listen, he never does. After that, he waits for you to sleep before succumbing to slumber himself. Leaving you in a basement for a week had been your punishment for trying to escape. Tommy kept you locked in with no human contact other than his own and a maid to serve you meals.

That’s when you got to know the youngest Shelby brother, Finn.

Easy Money (Part 5)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor character death, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, PTSD flashback, Hostage Situation.

Author's Note(s): In all honesty this was very much rushed through. I’d like to apologize to everyone in the history of ever.

His warm embrace became your second home. Every day he would train you until you’d memorize his schedule by heart.

Robert parks his truck in the warehouse garage. Today he had earned a bonus while on the job. His employer hired him for a cyanide poisoning. His original targets were originally workers of a rival gang. But somehow his package had been sent to their boss. All thanks to an outdated ventilation system, they were trapped in a small enclosed room. Like sitting ducks they waited for death. His employer was thrilled to find out their one and only competitor had been wiped out. Robert was given a generous bonus for a job well done.

He had extra money to spend on himself. Some extra energy to waste on a particular someone. His manhood begins to strain in his pants. He palms it to the thought of his favorite toy.

You could hear faint whistling from the next room. He would be here by now. When the front door unlocks you’re unsure whether or not you should feel relieved or even more scared. All of a sudden a metal door swings open to what had been your prison for the past few weeks. It was Robert, back from a long day of work, “Honey, I’m home!” he hollers while jingling his keys back into his pocket.

You’re on the other side of the door, spread eagle on an old medical recliner. There are marks on your wrists and ankles from the rope digging into your skin. Streaks of dried up tears spread across your cheeks. All you could do was mutter in rambles. A faint, buzzing noise came from the wand set on your mound. It’s batteries were just about to give out.

This was your punishment for attempting to escape earlier. That and your time with Andy had been cut short. Now you weren’t even allowed in the same room together unless accompanied by Robert. He didn’t want you poisoning his son with your lies. There was nothing to fear of, as long as you stayed in your place. Simple instructions and yet here you were, in a situation you’ve created.

You’re practically sobbing when he turns the wand off. Robert rubs soothing stokes against your abused sex, picking up any slickness left from your previous rounds. He sighs soothingly at the sight of your naked form. Drenched from head-to-toe in a sheen of sweat.

When Robert shoves a finger in you don’t fight it. You’ve learned your lesson a long time ago. Fighting him never ended well. Your opening swallows his digit effortlessly. He adds in another slowly working you up. They curl up to brush against your sweet spot. He dares to try for a third appendage, “My, my, what a greedy little hole you have.” your body created enough self lubrication after what he’s already put you through.

Robert hums, “It’s so easy to fuck you like this…” he states, “Maybe I could fit my whole fist in. Wanna find out?” he raises a brow in excitement. You shook your head frantically. He chuckles. But you didn’t think his joke was very funny. He pulls his digits out to rub the wet-coated finger pads against your slit before flipping his hand over. His palm now flush against your bud while his fingers roughly swipe on your inner walls. He touch hard enough to stimulate, but slow enough to not finish you off. 

Robert considers himself a patient man. That is until he saw the desperate look in your eyes. How they grew in panic. He cuts the bindings off. A strong arm pulls you out of your seat. Your weakened body drops to the floor. You fall forward, clinging onto his sturdy legs. You knew what he wanted. Your hands can’t help but tremble while trying to work his fly open. His palm caresses the side of your cheek, “Brings back old memories,” he sighs fondly before sliding his member past your lips.

You gag as soon as you feel his combat boot prying your legs apart. You try closing them but the spreader had made it difficult to do so. There, pulsing in a deep shade of red was your poor, worn out pearl. Robert whistles, “Oh wow. Now that looks painful.” he slides his foot right underneath your dripping slit. He raises his shoe to brush against your mound. He lightly rubs the leather from side to side, indicating what your task would be, “Make yourself come.” he orders.

While bucking your head up and down his girth you rut against his boot. Your wetness made the friction of it all more bearable. You give it to him just how he likes it and soon enough he finishes off deep in the back of your throat. He leaves briefly only to return soon with a bowl of water, washcloth, and a pile of clothes. He places them in front of you.

Robert points a finger in your face then to the bowl, “Clean yourself up.“ he waits until you’re finished to chain your ankles together. A single loose chain connected your legs to avoid any chance of escape. You could only make it so far with short steps. He lets you spend time with Andy. Inside of the warehouse had changed drastically. Each day Robert would bring an item from your apartment to use while in captivity.

But it wasn’t for nothing. There were rules to be followed. Your only order was comply. Following them made life all the more easier. You were rewarded a different freedom with each task done. Robert would listen to every phone call you would make for your work to avoid suspicion from your absence. He’d leave some of his “friends” to run the shop while you weren’t there. That only gave him more control over your life. Robert called the shots around here. He was in charge of what you wore, what you would eat, and what time you’d sleep.

Meanwhile Andy was happy enough bonding with his father. He loved ice cream just as much as he loved spending time with his pop. Robert would return from work with Andy clinging to his side. Your son would go on about his day, “And then we went to the movies and then we went to the park and then we…” he pauses for a moment to catch his breath.

He seemed tired. Did Robert feed him? Anything other than ice cream? Of course not. Someone like him wouldn’t know a damn thing about raising children. You roll your eyes at the thought of him ever managing to fit the suburban dad lifestyle. Just the thought of it seemed absurd.

Robert would make sure to bring in meals regularly. It would always be the same old takeout. While eating dinner Robert drops the big news, “We should start packing.”

“…Why?” you kept your gaze low. Robert glares at you before stabbing a plastic fork into his meal, “Because I’m not raising my kid in a shithole-”

“Please.” you look at him in the eyes, “Could you please watch your language in front of him?”

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips curls up, “Yes ma’am.” he taunts.

When dinner was finished, he hadn’t bothered escorting you to your room. He knew you wouldn’t be foolish enough to endanger your son. While living here with him you spent your time filling out documents entrusting your business would be taken care of under the name Pronge. Robert chose specific people to work in the shop. Like he did with everything else. You slept alone on a pile of blankets, praying for a better tomorrow.

In the morning Robert had packed his van with enough essentials for the move. You sat beside him during the car ride. But he wasn’t a fool. Your wrists were chained together. While rope held your close to your seat. You made sure to pay close attention to Andy in the rear-view mirror. You and him had been playing a game of ‘I spy’ until the car finally stopped.

Robert made sure to play ‘house’ as much as possible while living in the warehouse. You were to take the alias of a dutiful wife and caring mother. He would have the role of the providing father. Little Andy hadn’t known about the game his parents had been playing. He was truly convinced that you both had unconditional love for each other.

Robert parks the van in front of a semi-large home. It was similar to the ones on the magazines he’d provide for you. After a few days you’d realize that he had been bringing over the same items for the magazines to the warehouse. Designer bags, earrings, furniture. At first it seemed strange enough that someone like him would bother. But after everything that’s happened you’ve learned quick to never question anything.

Despite the abandoned building being a bit run down, this place would’ve made a decent home. It was almost nice having a sense of normalcy. You wonder where he would take you to this time. Andy kicks his legs up and down with glee, “You’re gonna like this one mama. Me ‘n daddy picked it out for you!” he claps his hands and giggles in excitement. You sigh in relief. At least you knew now he hadn’t been planning on turning your boy into a mini version of himself.

Robert had been saving up for some time. He made sure to choose a quiet neighborhood. There were plenty of other families to blend in with. As ordinary as it could be. He unbuckles his belt then retrieves a gun from his glove department. Robert holds your chin until you’re face-to-face with him. A finger is in your face. His voice is deep and demanding, “Do not, under any circumstance, cause a scene.” he snarls. You look down and nod. He lets go of your chin to cut the bindings.

When you take the first step out of the van everything had felt surreal. The entire place gave off a cheerful aura. You noticed a woman around the same age as you, waving from next door. When you smile her way, she proceeds to start a conversation out of the blue. The conversation had been short but informative. As much as you enjoyed the company of another adult, you couldn’t help but feel as though Robert wouldn’t approve. All of a sudden, she stops mid conversation, “Oh sweetheart…that’s your husband?” her brows raise as soon as she spots Robert. He steps out of his run-down ice cream truck with a cigarette still in his hand.

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Your face heats up in embarrassment when he drops the bud on the ground and mushes it into the lawn. His hair is in a mess. There are stains on his shirt from god knows where. You look back to find the woman with her mouth agape, she leans in to whisper, “Blink twice if you need someone to save you.” her voice was stern.

You almost hesitate for a moment unsure if she were serious or not. She sharply jabs your side, “I’m kidding by the way! Let us know if you need any help!” she winks before returning to her home. You cringe from what she might’ve thought from that encounter.

You were dolled up from head-to-toe meanwhile Robert decided that wearing the same shirt for an entire week was good enough. If having a slob for a spouse was considered “normal” then you didn’t want any part in it. To think that this was a dream for some. You don’t bother meeting Robert’s gaze. Instead you lift Andy into you arms while bouncing him on your hip.

Your carry your son towards the house. Robert spots the two of you sitting on the front porch. He then eyes the other woman walking back to her home. He notices your discomfort instantly. What had she said to make you so upset? Were you planning something?

Originally posted by evansensations

“What did she say?”

“Nothing.” you roll your eyes, “Are you scared?” you push his buttons to see what his response would be. He leans in close and places a palm against Andy’s back, rubbing small circles against his tiny form, Robert looks you in the eyes, "Are you?" He really had the nerve to involve your son. Robert is caught off guard by you swatting his hand away.

There must’ve been something the other woman must’ve said to make you act up.  Surely his training hadn’t been left in vain. Robert could spot in the corner of his sight a certain nosy neighbor peeping through blinds. He pretends to not notice and stares at the wind chimes instead. Robert opens the front door, expecting you to play along. You walk in first, giving him a glare before heading inside.

Robert closes the trunk of his car before following. You slam the door in his face. Now you were in for it. He makes his way in. From what he’s noticed so far your training had been in vain. He expects you be waiting for him each time he’d arrive. But not even a shadow had been cast.

Robert walks around your new home only to notice there wasn’t a sound. Not a peep. He wouldn’t like it if you tried running off again. Perhaps this time breaking your legs would send a message. He opens each door until he’s reaches the master bedroom. He swings the door open. There you are, curled up on the bed, with your hands in your face sobbing hysterically.

What in the hell was it this time? He hadn’t a clue, and he was starting to get annoyed. This emotional dilemma had to stop. He yanks at your arm with an iron grip, dragging you to your knees. Your head shoots up. He stares down at you with a scowl on his face, “I think you need a reminder of where your place is…” his voice is a deep grumble. Tears begin to welt again. This time from fear. You had really done it now.

Robert let’s go of your arm, leaving an angry bruise behind, “By the time I get back there better be food on that table. I don’t keep you here so you could sit on your ass all day.” he growls. Robert had a chain hook waiting for you in the kitchen. He had one screwed to the floor in each room of the house. As soon as he latches your ankles to the ceramic tiles. He doesn’t care to leave you alone. He had already given you an order, and expects you to carry them out.

He knows within few days before your tantrum would die out, his calculations are never wrong. He pats Andy’s head before leaving for another mission. All the doors of the house are locked from the outside. No way of escaping. Robert’s hands begin to itch while driving. He smokes to get the jitters to stop. Nothing worked. If there was any use that Robert put his pent up anger into, it had to be work. He considers himself a man who takes great care into what he does for a living, and boy is he damn good at it too.

Originally posted by horrorseason

It was late at night, Robert still hadn’t returned. Was this another test? You lift yourself from the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Andy had offered you his blanket but you kindly refused. Poor little angel wanted to keep you company. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. But he was willing to negotiate sleeping on the couch instead. He insisted. You swear that kid would make a damn good lawyer someday. You watch over him as he dozed off. Sleepless nights were a new norm. Your attention had quickly been seized by the door unlocking.

Robert steps inside. He’s covered from head to toe in blood. His face is caked in it. He kicks off his muddied boots before walking over to Andy sleeping. You tug on the chains. Ignoring the pain of the metal digging into your ankles. Robert crouches down to the sleeping child’s level. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, dangling a knife for you to see.

You fall to your knees in a prayer and beg him to stop. He holds the blade in front of his lips and shushes. You quickly silence yourself, dropping your hands to the floor. Robert twirls the knife in his hand before facing Andy. In a swift motion he jabs the knife down. He made you look as he killed your baby. Blood from his small body drips down the couch. A stream of crimson travels down the wooden flooring.

Originally posted by leonseff

The bottom of your dress soaks up in Andy’s blood. You lift your hands up to cover your mouth. Only to realize now the crimson liquid is now smeared across your face.

You scream and scream. Until Robert shakes you awake. He holds the sides of your arms tightly, “Snap out of it!” he orders. You weren’t in the kitchen. Robert must have carried you back to the bedroom after he’d returned. You voice hitches, “W-where is he?”

“Kid’s asleep. Even after all that.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You turn to him and whisper, “Can I see him? Please?” you’ve never sounded more vulnerable. He lets out a long sigh before turning on the lamp. He retrieves a pair of boxers from the ground. Robert unhooks the leather binding and switches it with a chain. He leads you to Andy’s room. You held your breath as you twist the door knob open.

A small creak of from the hallway lights shine in. It shines on a familiar face. Andy doesn’t flinch from the gleam. He must’ve been fast asleep by now. You approach his sleeping figure. Careful not to make any noise from the chain dragging behind. You reach for his plump cheek and touch it. He’s warm. When you notice he’s still breathing you let out a sigh of relief. You place a gentle kiss on his temple before following Robert back to bed.

As you laid on your side you couldn’t help but think about your situation. It was hard to sleep under the amount of stress you were in. You felt an arm creep to your side. Robert was in the mood for a midnight snack. He lifts your silk slip on halfway up. He pushes a thick leg in between yours, letting one of yours rest on his thigh. Robert stokes his tip along your folds. He collects what little wetness was there to prep him. He pushes his entire length in without warning. You wince from the intrusion. His thrusts rock your bodies back and forth.

All you could do was stare blankly at the wall ahead, waiting for him to finish off. A few agonizing minutes later his fingers dig into your hips as he pounds his way to climax. He spurts your rear with his arousal. Robert wipes himself off on your skirt. He lies on his back consumed in pure bliss. You pull the strap of your now ruined dress up. Robert’s ragged breaths turn into soft snores. You were very much still awake, wishing now that you never woke up.

Nightmares are a common thing. After all, you live in one.

Easy Money (Part 6)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-con, Kidnapping, Hostage Situation, Domestic abuse.

Author's Note(s): I hate using the word "daddy" with all my heart. So, what better way to express my hatred than to write about it?!

Robert is thriving in a state of blissful marriage. You on the other hand, not so much.

You would wake up, make him breakfast, pack lunch, all while he watched some rented porn. During the climax scenes Robert would pat his lap, signaling for you to get on your knees as he enjoys the rest of his show. After finishing off he usually leaves for ‘work’. He’d only ever let you wear a sundress or an array of slip-on garments. All for easy access. Some of them were slightly used. You never questioned where there came from. Not after noticing bits of blood sprinkled on them. You’d rather not think about it for very long. It made it all the more bearable to wear.

A white-picket fence life was never your thing. Yet here you were, living in the fucked-up version of it.

As Robert began sliding his work shoes on, you wait for him to leave. Only then could you get comfortable. You dare not to look up. In case he catches your gaze. Eye contact always led to him staying longer. You turn around and begin sweeping the living room floor. You stop as soon as you realize he hadn’t moved. Were you forgetting something? You look up. Although his expression hadn’t shown his anger his arms were crossed, “Don’t I get my kiss?” he tilts his head to the side.

Scared of what he might do next, you lean in to kiss his stubble cheek. Before you could retreat from the peck, he quickly turns his head to the side and traps you and a firm kiss. His hands grab at your rear. His long fingers start pulling up your skirt. His digits prod against your opening from behind. You squirm from his unwanted embrace. But seeing you struggle only encourages him to continue. 

You were repulsed from the taste of him. He reeked of cigarettes and musky cologne. Being in his presence alone had irked you, the sooner he’d leave the sooner you’d be left in peace.

Daily chores were all you could do. Your work had been handled by Robert through the phone, he was the sole provider in the house now that you weren’t working. He had stolen the only documents of your company and locked them in his ‘office’.

So, the only option ever given to you was the role of the housewife. Andy would help you with what he could. He was the perfect companion and a very patient child. He’s always eager to please and enjoys doing the dishes with you. A part of you hoped that once he got older, he would accomplish great things. All he’s ever wants to do is help people.

You were vacuuming the bedroom when you hear a crumpling sound. Turning off the machine you take a look at what had been caught. It’s a small book. A journal he kept hiding in plain sight. Part of you hoped it had evidence of his heinous crimes. Each page had a written date, almost like a… journal? No, there were titles for each section of the book.

Training.

Obedience.

Care.

Punishments.

Was this some sort of training book? He made a book dedicated to molding a wife. But why?

The first entry was written around the same time Robert kidnapped you and Andy. After living an entire year with this monster, the contents of what this book had made you downright terrified. He narrates it from his own point of view. How to capture and lure one’s ‘bait’. You couldn’t believe it.

Then it hit you. This wasn’t for Robert’s own enjoyment. It was supposed to be some sort of training manual. Something that he wanted to pass onto your son. He was making sure Andy would one day use this book on some poor woman. A chill ran down your spine. You’ll be damned if he ever taught your son to be a monster. There will never be a cycle for as long as you’re still breathing.

“Mama.” Andy’s voice chirps. He holds a small plastic shovel in his hands. Today you promised him to play outside. You held him close, clutching onto him until he whined from the pressure. You let go of him carefully. As if he were made of glass. You cupped his chubby cheeks, “As soon as he gets home, okay?” never bothering to call Robert ‘dad’ let alone ‘daddy’. Only when he was physically around. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t address him properly.

You and Andy had been out in the sun all day. You held him by his underarms as he leapt over a sprinkler. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone. The ankle monitor you wore had been a courtesy from one of Robert’s clients. He kept his shed door cracked open. Which meant from time-to-time Andy’s attention would go to his father you would try your best to distract him. But after a while he finally spoke up, “How come daddy doesn’t wanna come out?” he points to the shed.

Originally posted by foreverfreo

Robert’s back is faced towards you. Cooped up in his own world. For some reason your angel wanted to be a part of it. Over your dead body, “He’s really busy baby. It’s not good to go in while he’s busy.” you rub his small back. You notice his complexion is redder than before. Sighing at a possible sunburn, the daily struggle of having a child with an Irish father. You went inside to retrieve more sunscreen.

For some reason your Andy was too stubborn to take a hint. Because as soon as you step back out with sunscreen on a tray and drinks Andy decides that he wants to spend time with dad, right in his serial-killer lair. You almost drop the platter on a table as you made a run for the shed. You’ve dreaded for this day to come. How were you going to explain to him that his ‘hero’ killed for people for a living?

You slam the door open, causing Robert tilt his head around. Andy is sat on his lap. Robert isn’t annoyed at all by the soaking-wet child making himself comfortable. You briefly scan the place for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary, then look back at him in confusion. It really was just a normal shed. Having nothing wrong with it is exactly what made it so odd. You approach him warily. He always knew when you were watching. That’s how his little mind games usually start.

His eyes are hooded as he licks his lips. You know realize why. Your summer dress had been drenched from the activity from earlier. The fabric clung to your curves. Your wet hair stuck to your neck. He scoops Andy up in one arm. His gaze doesn’t falter even the slightest. Robert was like a hungry wolf. A beast that was holding your little lamb hostage. You cross your arms to hide what little decency you had. He gives a crooked grin, “Hey sport, why don’t you let me and mom chat for a bit, hm?” he places him on the ground before shooing him off.

Andy nods, “Okay daddy.” he stands on his toes to give his father a quick hug before leaving. Your poor boy had no idea what went on when his parents were ‘chatting’. You wait until your son makes it past the door, closing it behind him. You pay attention to the noise outside for a moment. Soon the sounds of his small steps are quiet. You let out a relieved sigh then turn around.

You’re face-to-face with him. He glances at your chest “Drop ‘em.” his voice is stern. Slowly, you pull your arms away. Revealing your now see-through dress, nipples already hardening from the friction. Your shoulders sink in an attempt to hide the peaks.

A large hand of his reaches to pat your temple, brushing back the hair from your face. It glides to the back of your neck where goosebumps develop. Robert darts his tongue out to swipe at his pout, “Is my kitten cold?” he always had a playful way with his words. You nod. His hand on the back of your neck pulls you into a kiss. His tongue poke against your bottom lip, motioning for access. You part your mouth open. He wastes no time delving in.

Every part of it was an act of possessiveness. Both of his hands now cup the round of your backside to rake up your skirt. With a yank the wet fabric was off of your damp skin. Robert had bunched it up your waist. He lifts you off the ground and you automatically wrap your legs around him. The kissing doesn’t break until you reach his desk. He plops you down. His head tilts to the side of yours where he starts to nip at the exposed skin.

His mouth drags from your jaw to your neck, to in between your breasts, until he bends down to your skirt. He lifts the damp fabric. You instantly part your legs for him. He hums in approval before giving a long, wet kiss against your folds. His lips wrap around your crease as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves. He knows you love that.

It was different this time around. You could actually see him in action. You never took notice to how his long his lashes were. How prominent his features are underneath all that facial hair. How some freckles were developing from staying outside too long. Your mind went to putty when he got started. You hiss when he licks a long, hard stripe against your bud. You can’t help but lift your hips up for a better angle. His open mouth welcomes it. He pokes his tongue in and out of your opening. Practically moaning into your mound.

Your dripping folds with a mixture of his spit creates lewd squelching sounds each time his tongue muscle would plunge itself in and out. Your eyes grow wide from the sight. Your legs begin to quake. A tap to his shoulder lets him know that you were almost there. He yanks his pants down while standing back up. He practically lunges towards you.

Robert pulls your hips against the end of the desk. He prods against your slick opening before entering in one hard thrust, causing the entire desk to shake. Your nails dig into the fabric of his white tank. The bastard didn’t wait for you to adjust. That must’ve been the reason why he went downtown prior.

He pulls out before shoving his entire length in again. His strength alone sends you back against the desk. He crouches against your frame. You wrap your arms around his waist. Your hands slide under his shirt. Your nails dig into his pale skin in retaliation. Leaving angry red scratches. He hisses from the sensation, letting out a deep, guttural groan. He loves a kitten with claws.

He drags his length out until only his tip remained inside then slams it back in again. Just to hear you howl. Never once leaving you empty. He pulls your hand against his mouth before sucking on your digits, signaling you to touch yourself. You now wet pads reach for the hood of your clit. Massaging it in small, frantic circles.

Robert grunts, “Does it feel good baby?” he waits for a reply. You nod at him frantically. Robert isn’t satisfied. He slaps away your wrist away from your bud, “I said does it feel good?!” his voice is deeper, more demanding. Robert stops thrusting all together, waiting for an answer.

Your thoughts were cloudy as you frantically search for the right words, “Y-yes..” you whine from a cock-drunken haze. He slaps against your bundle of nerves, “Who makes you feel this way? Hm?!” his hand strikes your sensitive hood again, denying you the pleasure of finishing off. You gave in, as always, “You do! P-please!”

“Please what baby?” he wanted to hear the title he’d given himself. Hear you call him that special word. A name you absolutely hated to call him.

“P-please daddy make me feel good!”

Like music to his ears.

“Now, what do you say?”

“T-thank you,”

“For what?” his hand wraps around your throat. You’re a mumbling mess. His entire body weight is flush against yours as he pistons his hips. At this point, the pressure might as well break the legs off the table.

“Thank you for fucking me how I like it…aAh!” you grunt from the sensitivity. Tears trickle down your cheeks.

Robert’s thrusting is harder than ever. Skin slapping against each other could be heard only the slightest from outside. Your walls pump his seed out. His forehead is pressed against yours. You don’t bother getting up. Still winded from the aftermath. The bottom of your dress is still hiked over your waist. Your now filled cunt hangs off the end of his desk. Your breasts glisten with sweat.

All over your chest were small bruises left behind. You pry yourself up with an elbow. You reach down to cover yourself. Robert chimes in, “Wait. Don’t move.” he fumbles around, looking for something. He turns to you with a Polaroid camera in his hands. He holds it to his eye, leaning in to get a good angle, “Smile.”

You’re not amused. He could care less if you did it or not. Actually, having you pout would be cuter. He snaps a photo, and the flash goes off. He gives the fresh photo a shake. He raises a brow and whistles, “My, my, what a slutty little wife I have…” Robert pockets the photo as he lifts you from the table. Your legs are a bit shaken after wearing them out. Like a newborn fawn trying to take it’s first steps. It was hard walking while your thighs are clenched together. Harder than it looks.

You grip his arm tight. He enjoys the sight of you squirming because of him. A swell of pride strains his pants. He’s right behind you. Stalking close by. He presses his arousal against your backside. His hands are at your hips to hold you in place. He grinds his erection hard enough for you to feel it. His voice is a whisper, “Here. Let me.” he reaches for your skirt. A knee parts your legs while his palm presses in between. On hand holds your folds open with his fingers while to other is cupped underneath, catching the spunk dripping out. You grunt as more escapes for Robert to collect.

He holds it to your face for you to see. You can only think of one thing: Shame.

That’s when you hear the door knock, “Mama?” Andy politely calls. You were grateful to teach him that at an early age. After a while of not hearing anything, he opens the door. You shove yourself from Robert’s grip. Almost falling to the floor in the process. You slide up the straps of your dress before the door completely opens. A curious little Andy misses his mommy and daddy.

You usher Andy to go out, promising him you’ll be out in a minute. You turn around to glare daggers at Robert, “Could you please not do that? Or at least hold back while Andy is around.” you scoff before leaving. Robert clicks his tongue.

Little did you know it was Robert who invited him in.

Trust

Dark!Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Anal, DP, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con.

Author's Note(s): A one-shot fic about a daydream I had during work xoxo

You were foolish enough to trust him. You had been caught while running away from a super soldier who had kidnapped you. Who kept you his prisoner for the past few months. Who tortured you as a means to keep you in place.

You had finally gained enough courage to run away from him. It seemed too good to be true when you ‘coincidentally’ ran into America’s golden boy. Perhaps it was his soft-spoken voice that was convincing. For a faint moment you truly believed you were home free.

How terribly wrong you had been.

Bucky ruts against your body clutching the balance beam underneath. He hadn’t shown mercy while stealing your other cherry. Your nails dug into the the equipment as he roughly pounds himself deep into your back hole. Your wrists ache from being pulled back and fourth by the metal cuffs that held underneath. Bucky struck your rear every few moments or whenever you tried to adjust. He always loved keeping you on edge.

Steve watches from across the room as his friend drags his jeans further down before plowing back into the naked woman. He absolutely loved the sound of her soft mewls through the gag. Steve rubs the bulge forming in his slacks.

Bucky needed to find another way that would keep you busy. A way to keep you put.

“Buck. I’ve got an idea. But I need you to hold it in.” Steve calls for him. As much as Bucky wanted to finish inside of you he held himself back. He pulls out, still hard and pulsing. Steve tilts his head to a desk in the corner. Bucky chuckles, “Damn you’re good.” without the use of said words Bucky already knew what Steve had in mind. Steve wastes no time pulling out a mini cooler from underneath. You were puzzled as to what they were planning.

Steve hands him something. It’s a syringe, filled with a tinted liquid. He places it carefully on the tray next to the examination table. Bucky breaks yours cuffs with his metal hand. He pulls you up swiftly, holding you by the back of your neck as he drags you to the table. He made sure to remove your gag before shoving you forward. That only meant one thing: Whatever it was he wanted it to be painful. He wanted to hear you scream.

Your legs are already too weak from the earlier rutting. Bucky holds your ankles apart as Steve approaches with the syringe in his gloved hand. You shake your head as soon as your see it, “N-no please...I don’t want it..! Please!” you begin to sob, frantically trying to shut your legs. Bucky slaps your pearl as a warning.

You whimper as Steve lowers the small tube to your slit. He drags it up and down teasingly before inserting it. His long fingers reach as deep as they could go. Your felt the plastic tip release it’s liquid substance. It’s coldness made you squirm for a moment before the drugs begin to kick in.

Soon your head starts to feel heavy. Bucky lifts your legs up. A powerful burning sensation spreads throughout your body. From your breasts to your bud, the throbbing feeling pulses deep within your core. Steve pulls the syringe from you. A trail of your arousal clings to his slick latex gloves. He sighs admirably, “I can’t wait to try this out Buck.” his eyes glimmer at his friend. You felt Bucky’s chest rumble from underneath you. He releases your legs. Each of them fell forward. Steve catches them. He drags your ankles until they’re sat in a holder. He buckles them in place.

You yelp from the spike of pleasure that suddenly hit. That would be one of the many waves for the next few hours. Bucky pulls your arms up, exposing your chest to Steve who had already held a pair of nipple clamps in each hand. You convulse from the pinching sensation. Bucky grazes his fingers over your peaks, admiring the way they start to harden. Steve pulls out another tool. Your eyes widen. More tears stream down your cheeks. He waves the shiny metal prong in his hand, “What? This old thing?” he chuckles.

Bucky’s fingers reach for your folds. He parts your slit, leaving your hole opened for intrusion. Steve slides the tip of it inside. He pushes in in slowly. You turn your head over into Bucky’s chest and sob against it. He coos you the entire time. Sure he was mad at you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care if you were scared.

You squeal when Steve adjusts the speculum until he could visibly see your inner walls. They twitch while attempting to adjust. You were grateful now from being prepped earlier. You couldn’t imagine this thing being shoved in while you were still dry. You weren’t used to the feeling and it showed. Bucky tugs on your clamps as an attempt to distract you from the strain.

Steve hovers his head over your gaping pussy. His lips curl into a smile, “So pretty...” his mouth begins to water. He has to hold himself back. No, this was suppose to be a lesson. He dips a finger in as deep as it could go. Steve pulls it out and raises it to his mouth. He sucks it while staring deep into your clouded eyes. Steve smirks at how you were easily so flustered. He looks past your shoulder at his friend. Bucky gives him a nod before hopping off the seat.

Bucky starts to pump himself again at a rapid pace. Steve turns around to retrieve the last contraption.

It was another syringe, but this one was much bigger. In fact, it was the biggest syringe you’d ever seen. It’s length was almost as big as Bucky’s. It’s circumference was just as thick as his. Steve opens the pump. He holds it underneath Bucky just as he was about to release. He catches his friend’s arousal in the tube, bits of it drip down his knuckles. Super soldiers always came with a large, thick, loads. Along with a quick recovery too.

It wasn’t long before Bucky came undone, yet again, “Fuck!!” he huffs. Steve is eager to collect as much spunk as possible. He grip’s his friend’s shaft and take charge, milking the other man’s cock. Bucky’s arms drop to his sides. He let’s Steve stroke him until his cum splurges out again.

Steve makes sure to press a finger against the tube’s tip. He doesn’t want to waste a drop. Before he can slide the lid on Bucky halts his motions. Bucky looks at him, deadpanned when he tells him to fill the rest of it. Steve raises a brow, “You sure?” his voice softens at the thought of impregnating you.

He looks to the floor then to Bucky, “What if we can’t tell who’s the dad?” he questions his friend. Bucky licks his lips, “Does it matter? ” he lift’s Steve’s apron and begins returning the favor. Steve’s eyelids shut. His lashes flutter while his breathing hitches. Steve’s load fills it to the brim. Bucky brings his wet hand to his mouth to taste his spunk. He grabs the back of Steve’s neck and plants a steamy kiss.

Both men fight for dominance. It lasts for a while, leaving only sloppy wet sounds to echo through the basement. When Steve pulls back his lips are swollen with the taste of his arousal on his tongue. Bucky licks his lips in satisfaction. He couldn’t explain it, but as soon as he spotted you clinging to Steve’s arm for protection, Bucky knew he’d make a great addition to the family.

He found a way to keep you put.

Originally posted by itsdatrae

The Passenger

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,918

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Public Sex, Manhandling, Minor character death.

Author's Note(s): This is a one shot.

Hydra has taken over S.H.I.E.L.D, forcing Steve and the other avengers to flee. Now on the run with no one to trust.   All you wanted was to go home. You didn’t expect crossing paths with the Nomad himself.

Steven Grant Roger’s face had been plastered anywhere he could think of. Yet he remains hidden in plain sight. So far his cover hadn’t been blown. While meeting up with Sam, the two of them discuss how to take down these Hydra branches. Steve pauses for a moment.  His super soldier hearing alerted him of Hydra spies. Lingering not too far from where they sat.   Sam notices his friend’s tense behavior immediately. 

Originally posted by avengerscompound

Both him and Steve eye the other men across the counter. Steve nods to his companion. Sam knows the drill. Cap is quick on his feet, walking right out of the diner. His friend makes his way into the restroom in order to separate the spies. As soon as Steve makes it a few blocks from the restaurant his ears pick up the sound of an ambulance driving by. He checks his phone’s message: ‘Took out the trash’

Steve crushes the disposable device in his hand. He swiftly chucks the pieces into a trash bin. Sam and him would meet up later at the secret base. Which leads him to one last thing: Getting rid of the agent following him.

Originally posted by kisslandvibes

You were headed home from the library. A warm breeze swishes the skirt of your sundress. Part of you wishes that this day was spent enjoying the weather. However most of the day was spent prepping for finals. You missed your first stop but didn’t mind. There would be another train arriving soon. The train cart you stood in was mostly empty. Not surprising, especially around this time. Only one more stop and soon you’d be out. During the next stop you notice two men walking in.

Oh boy...

Nope! Now’s not the time to freak out. Besides, it’s not like you were a young woman on a train stuck with two strange men almost close to midnight. Not terrifying at all...screw it! It’s the 21st century! This is something rational to be scared about!

If they even try me I’ll scream I swear if they even think about-

You felt something—no someone. A hand was pressed firmly against your rear. You turn around to see a man. Only it was was no ordinary man. You couldn’t believe it. The entire country was looking for him. He was a suspected terrorist threat.

Captain America. Now known as Nomad.

Originally posted by buckybarsn

Your breath hitches. You begin panicking. One of his fingers is in the front of his lips, shushing you. He comes closer towards you. Your face is now buried against his warm chest. His body is flush against yours. You could practically smell the musk coming from him. Your backpack slips from your shoulder. Steve is quick to catch it with his super soldier reflex. He now holds it in one arm. You’re trapped in the other. He leans in and rests his head against your side. He whispers,

“Just play along,”

“What-“

Steve then leans in for a kiss. His lips press firmly against yours. That was defiantly not what you would expect to happen.

Your mouth gapes open in shock. Giving him easy access to guide his tongue in. Your head moves back from the light push. He holds the back of your head firmly in place. As soon as he retreats you’re a blushing mess. A set of eyes are on the both of you. Not from the ex-soldier, but from the Hydra agent eavesdropping close by. Steve notices the man shifting in his seat, he reaches inside his coat to retrieve a pistol.

Originally posted by gajo1987

The man aims it at the soldier, but not before preaching “Hail Hydra,” then fires. You’re shoved away from the direction of the blaze. Steve is quick to dodge the bullets flying. He disarms the shooter. Now angry at him for putting you in danger. He held his shoulders in a tight grip, not caring about his wince, “Who sent you here?!”

The agent chuckles, “If you cut off a head, there will be more to grow in it’s place...hail hydra...” he bites deep into a fake tooth traced with poison. Steve hasn’t seen that tactic in years. The man begins to foam at the mouth. You regain your composure. Then realizing now that the man tackled by Steve Rogers is dead. You let out a blood curdling scream. You couldn’t believe your eyes. This man...Nomad killed him in cold blood. There was that little voice in your head telling you to do one thing on instinct: Run! Run now!

You can’t decide whether to retrieve your bag on the floor, or run out without a phone. But before the Soldier could stand you sprint towards the other cart. He calls for you only once. Soon enough you’re in the next cart, then the next one, until you’ve reached the end of the train, “No no no no...n-no please...”

“Ma’am”

You shriek. Turning around now face to face with a war criminal.

“You dropped this,”

He has you cornered. You get on your knees, “Please...please don’t kill me! I-I didn’t see anything! I-I swear!”

He stares at you in confusion. One of his eyebrows raises, then he chuckles, “Are you sure about that doll? How do I know you won’t be running to the authorities right after?” He plops the bag on the ground. He reaches to pat your head, “Hm? What will you do to prove it?”

“I...I-I know that you probably don’t trust me, but please sir just look at me in the eye if you think I’m lying to you: I will not, under any circumstance tell a single soul if you promise not to kill me,” you eyes begin to pool with fresh tears, “P-please...I don’t want to die!” Your hands are now intertwined like a prayer, looking up to look into the eyes of your possible murderer. His gaze doesn’t move. Then, for a millisecond, a look of hurt.

“Get up.” his voice is stern. You hesitate for a moment too long. His arms reach for yours. He yanks you into a standing position. You’re frozen with fear. He sighs, “Relax..” which obviously doesn’t work. This annoys him, “Hold onto the handle bars. Now.” Your hands snap up and onto the grips. Steve steps behind you, “Don’t let go of the bars, no matter what. Do you understand?” You nod. He smiles, “Good..” he bunches your skirt up. You let go of the bar to stop him before he could go further. Instead you’d receive a sharp nip against your neck. That was a warning. His voice booms,

“Hands. Up.”

What other choice did you have other than complying? His hands are gentle when roaming your body. It was as if he were doing a pat down. Why should he worry about someone like you? It’s not like you were capable of taking on a Super soldier.

A hand drags down the bottom of your dress, sliding underneath to palm your clothed slit. His middle finger traces the crease, causing you hips to jolt back right against his erection. You squirm in place. Not daring to break free from his touches out of fear. He grinds forward, adding more friction. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine. His other hand reaches out for a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He rolls the soft mound in his hand, making sure to pinch the nipple.

His finger pads rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves. Massaging it in circular motions. After a while your knees begin to buckle. Almost threatening to give in. You force yourself to keep balance as he quickens the pace. Then just like that a fire ignites. Your mouth opens, a whine escapes your lips. Your legs shake and knees buckle. The intensity from the pleasure alone clouds your mind.

Before you could register what had happened Steve gives your slit one last rub. He retrieves his now soaked hand. His fingers glisten in the dim lighting. He looks you in the eyes. His tongue laps them for a moment until he finally sucks them clean. He removes his digits with a ‘pop’ sound. You shudder from the sound echoing inside the train cart. He unzips his pants to release his throbbing member.

Both of his arms now hug you from behind, trapping you in his tight embrace. He lifts you by the waist. Holding you in the air, now hovering over his shaft. Your legs kick around in protest. Steve buries his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent. Chills crawl down your spine. You twist your hips from side to side. But nothing would break you free from the super soldier.

That’s when you felt it.

When you felt him.

His leaking tip began splitting your glistening folds open. You cry out from the stretch. Steve groans from the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. Practically squeezing him. His breathing is heavier now, “Relax..” he thrusts his hips up, penetrating you fully in one go. Your eyes were like saucers. You could see your reflection in the window.

Your skirt had been tied up, revealing where the two of you join. A lewd sight to see. Tears stream down your cheeks from the humiliation. He braces himself, “You Ready?” he whispers pulls you up once again. Only the tip of his cock remains inside. He lets gravity take over. By dropping you down his manhood. You could feel him piercing deeper inside each time he rocks you up and down. At this point you had no control over the super soldier’s brute force. His thrusts were inhuman.

After a while, jerking had finally slow down. His hips buck up into you one last time before heavily coating your walls. Your whole body convulses before going limp. Mouth left agape from the intensity of the orgasm. A line of spit trails from your parted lips to the floor below. Steve rests you on the seat besides him.

He retrieves your panties and slips them back on. His hands roam your body for another feel. It was about time he start treating himself. He gives your breasts a squeeze before pulling your top back up. Both of you are now seated with Steve holding you close to him. He takes his coat and wraps it around you. Your limp form leans against his shoulder. He swings your legs in between his. Both of you are seated as a doting couple.

You later awaken in your bedroom. A light breeze from an open window cools the atmosphere. The morning sun approaches, ready for the new day. You get up to shut it close. That’s when you notice your sleeves. This wasn’t your coat. So who—no..It wasn’t a dream after all.

Originally posted by mynameisgarlic

Memories from last night return. You turn around to see if anyone was in your room. This man now knew where you lived. A note is left in the pocket of the oversized coat. You drop the note immediately after reading it.

‘Until next time -S.R.’

Hidden Treasure (Part 3)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Threats, Physical Harm, Domestic Violence.

Author's note(s): The day of the wedding.

As soon as you arrived home, your parents inform you of their encounter with the Shelby family. You were to be married off to a man by the name of Thomas Michael Shelby. A well-respected war veteran, who puts his family first. From the sound of it, he seemed to be the man of your dreams. Little did you know, within a month from now, this man would be your worst nightmare.

He had been described to you as a family man, who looked out for his loved ones. That's what first caught your attention. Any other information had been a blur, filtered out by rose-tinted lenses. Until you realized the wedding would be in a few days. Your anxiety took the best of you. As you began to spend most nights worrying about the worst possible outcomes for the wedding. You prayed that everything would go well. There was a faint bit of confidence that your parents made the right decision. They only wanted what was best for your future.

It had been days since Tommy had uttered a single word to his aunt. To his entire family. At first, he didn’t show his anger. But with each day leading to the wedding, it had felt like a dagger had been pierced though his very soul. Almost as if he were betraying the memory of his beloved Grace. He hadn’t tried to keep in contact with any of the other family members either. Even Polly had been taken aback by her nephew’s strange shift in nature. He’d never been this stubborn. Not even when he’d been a child.

Only when his aunt threatened to cut him out of the family business did he change his attitude. His brothers noticed the changes as well. Tommy was always on edge. Now more than ever. Arthur and John suggested to go all out before he became a married man once again. It had been the three Shelby brothers against the world. Drinking, partying, and gambling 'til their heart’s content. On the morning of the wedding, Tommy woke up still half drunken from the day before. He knew his brothers and men were waiting for him outside. Of course, under Polly’s strict orders. Just in case her nephew decides to have cold feet.

He readies himself for the big day. He works diligently on preparing himself. Not because he cares, but because it helps to distract him from the ongoing train of thoughts. He almost nicks himself during mid-shave, mumbling a curse under his breath. Never in his life would it take him this long to get ready. Part of him wishes he could stop everything and go back to bed. As if this day never existed. He snorts a line, rubbing the tip of his nose clean to get rid of the evidence.

Tommy’s men lean against their cars. A few check the time just to make sure they weren’t late. Arthur is first to notice how suspiciously long his brother has been. John walks to the front door. Before he could manage to knock, Arthur stops him from going any further. Suddenly the door flies open. It’s Tommy. He finally steps out, taking a huff from his cigarette, “Well boys, this is it.”

Together the Shelby men make their way to the church. Tommy doesn’t speak a word during the entire ceremony. Not once had he faltered from his stone-cold gaze.

That is until he lifts up his soon-to-be wife’s veil. A bashful beauty, dressed from head-to-toe in a silk white gown. She’s the human embodiment of an angel, on her way to meet the devil himself. Tommy smirks to himself. He might as well have a little fun with the future Mrs. Shelby.

It’s the first time you’ve met your husband. As soon as you felt him lift up your veil, you began to panic internally. To your surprise, you couldn’t believe how handsome he was! You blush when his eyes meet yours. There’s a slight twitch of nervousness from your cherry-stained lips. He smirks at your reaction. What a gullible little girl your were. When he takes your hands in his, you could practically feel your heart throbbing. You only hope he would be as kind as what you were told.

There was a sudden pause at the end of the ceremony. Tommy held your hands in his and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, they felt warm and inviting. You didn’t even realize how your head leaning towards his until he pulls back. You duck your head with embarrassment. It's your first kiss, and you’ve already made a fool of yourself.

After sharing vows and greeting each guest, you bid your family goodbye. Your little niece and nephew are the last ones to receive your affection before being led off by your now husband. You're sat in the backseat of his car. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. This was a strange feeling. But it wasn't like you had a choice. Your parents weren’t getting any younger, as were you. It was about time you settled as well. It felt strange though. Knowing that this would be a lifetime of commitment, until death.

I guess this is it...I’m a married woman now.

It didn't feel real, sitting beside your now husband, Mr. Tommy Shelby. How handsome he was indeed. A sight for sore eyes. You felt giddy seated in the back of the car. You had never been left in the same room as a man before. Maybe after some time you’d grow familiar to his intimidating presence.

Tommy speaks up, “Get out,”

“I-I’m sorry?” your brows furrow in confusion. He tilts his head towards the direction of his estate.

Oh, right, how silly of you.

From now on this would be your new home. As soon as you step foot inside it felt a bit off. His home was very spacious, but also somewhat lonely. Almost...sad. You spoke up, “How long have you lived here?” trying to start a conversation.

“Long enough,” Tommy walks up the stairs. You remove your shoes before following him up the flight. You were ready to open the luggage that had been left waiting in his—your room. But to your surprise the baggage had already been unpacked by the help. You look around, studying just who Tommy Shelby was. His bedroom is simple. His lifestyle is…complicated. That you would be discussing later.

When your eyes meet the king-sized bed, your body physically tenses. Just the thought of being with a stranger–bedding a stranger, didn’t sit well with your conscious. Even if there was a wedding ring. Deep down you knew there would be no backing down. You were already in too deep. Hopefully he was an understanding man.

You scan the room in search of any other place to sit. To your dismay there hadn’t been any chairs available. You lift the front of your dress before walking to the bed and taking a seat. This time Tommy follows you to sit on the bed. His coat and hat are long gone. His hand now holding yours. A wedding ring he gave you glimmers in the dim lighting. Tommy looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. It’s a sweet, tender moment at first.

Then his grip begins to tighten. It became almost painful with his ring digging into your jaw. His thumb held your chin in place. His voice is deep and menacing, filled with venom, “Your job is to be a dutiful wife, alright? Don’t expect anything special, do you understand?” He tilts your head up, “Do.you.understand?” that was one way to break a girl’s fantasy.

Tommy wanted to make sure you’d comply to his every bid, no matter what. Even if it meant scaring you into submission. You look up to meet his icy blues then down to avoid his intimidating gaze, “…Y-yes.” you faintly reply. He lets go. You rub your face. His strength was not something that compared to the average man.

You make a mental note not to get on his bad side. The room is silent for a bit before you chirp up, “…May I please retire for the night?” deep down part of you just wanted him to leave. Nothing could make you more upset than now, or at least that’s what you thought. Tommy could tell you were on the edge by the way your hands shake, cautiously peeling the lace veil from your hairs.

You began to remove all jewelry and drop them onto the nightstand. One by one, you remove each gift your husband bestowed upon you. The very last item had been a diamond necklace. You unclasp the small chain. But before you could drop it on the nightstand you hear him call for you. His voice is sturdy, “No, keep it on, I want to see you wear that and only that for when we get started,”