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Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

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

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, “I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.

Hidden Treasure (Part 9)

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

Warning(s): +18, Dub con, Nsfw, ANGST.

Author's note(s): Basically, Tommy being a sad little man trying to redeem himself.

You decided to wear all black for tonight, in honor of your dead marriage. Your dress wasn't fitted, instead you went for a gown that would drape down elegantly. One that would be easier to slip off. You lay your hair out in a bombshell wave with a bold ruby lip. This would be the last time Tommy would drag you to one of his pity parties.

You clink open your jewelry box and pull-out diamond earrings. Then came that choker Tommy favored out of your entire collection. He enjoyed tugging it from behind, admiring how the gems’ shine against your skin. How it would glow in dim lighting. You try to hook the back of it on a few times. It was your mistake to do it while your hair was down.

“Here, let me.” it’s Tommy. He was earlier than usual. You look up from the vanity mirror and spot him approaching. A hand reaches to lift your locks out of the way. He guides you out of the car and into the car. opening the door before proceeding inside. While seated in the back, Tommy doesn’t let go of your hand. Every now and then his thumb brushes the back of it. He’s the first one out of the vehicle. Opening the door before you’ve had a chance to as always. He held out his hand for you to take.

This time it was...different. Tommy had kept you close by him. He held an arm around your waist, not with control, but to seek comfort. He kept conversation with you, listening to what you had to say. Even offering to get you a drink. Tommy had given you a smile. A real, genuine smile with his eyes squinting. His grip around your waist is gentle, not a warning. You couldn't believe it. Was he actually enjoying your company?

Tommy leans in your ear, “Would you like a dance with me?” It was a question, not a command. He wasn’t demanding but wondering if you were alright with it. For once, he was asking for permission. You hadn’t danced with him since your wedding day. Tommy held out a hand for you to take. Slowly, but sure enough, you held it. During your first ever dance together it was Tommy who took the lead. This time around was different. He let you move around freely, so that the two of you were in unison, complimenting one another.

He spoke up, “You look beautiful,” his voice sounding soft, sincere. That was a first. What on earth has happened to your husband? What made him in such a pleasant mood? You faintly whisper, “Thank you,” Tommy’s thumb brushes against your side, “I want this to work, if you give me a chance, I promise you I’ll do better than what you’ve had to deal with,” he looks you in the eyes. Is he serious? You avoid his gaze, “What do you want Tommy?”

“Nothing, only you,” There it was. No...nonono he wasn't allowed to play with your heart. Not after the hell he'd put you through. You began to tear up, “No, there’s always a catch, otherwise you wouldn’t be so nice to me,” The only thing that helped ease the awkward silence was the music playing. Tommy sighs, “I know, I haven’t been there like I should’ve. You don’t deserve to be treated like–”

“Like your personal whore?” you scoff, “That’s what everyone else thinks,”

Tommy’s heart aches. Of course, that’s how you’d feel after his constant disregard for your emotional well-being. He wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him, or even wanted nothing more than to see him dead in a ditch. It's not the first time someone felt that way towards him. It certainly wouldn't be the last. He pulls you in closer, “You’re mine, and I’m yours, that’s it, fuck what everybody else has to say, I want is for you to be happy,” It was as if he were an entirely different man. This was not the Tommy Shelby you married.

This was a different side of your husband. One that you hadn’t known until today. Later that night, he actually wanted to keep you close him. He made you feel important, wanted, special. When you reach the house, you were still on high alert. Perhaps he'd already found out about your plan. Your feet are swollen and throbbing. It’ll all be worth it once your plan works. If it’ll work this time. Tommy undresses for the night. His eyes then motion to your dress, “Do you need me to leave or-”

“No, it’s fine, really,” you start to undress yourself. Tommy couldn’t help but stare. You could feel it, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what dear?”

“Like you’re going to eat me...”

“Do you want me to?” he playfully smirks. Your eyes widen for a moment then avoid his gaze. As if you were thinking about it for a moment before your head nods in approval. Tommy’s smile falters. His eyes are now hooded with lust. He strides to the bed where you sat. He’s seated right beside you. Holding your hands in his. He reaches in to caresses your jaw before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

He pulls back momentarily then begins to deepen it. He slowly drags the top of your dress down to test the waters. A gentle squeeze on your breast gave you a small jolt of pleasure, whining from the sensation of your now tender breasts. He stops immediately, “S’alright love, no need to be shy at this point, hm?” was that a joke? You couldn’t tell. He lays you out on the bed, removing his shirt in the process. Revealing a semi-fresh tattoo of what appeared to be your name right on top of his heart.

Your nerves always seem to get the best of you. You’re frozen and unable to move. Tommy looks up to see your petrified expression. His hands rub up and down your legs to help ease your mind. It didn’t. He’ll have to try and sink you slowly into comfort. To your surprise, he buries his head underneath your dress.

You pull your skirt up to reveal his blue gems looking up at you, with a pink tongue poking out of his gaping mouth. He presses the muscle against your slit as he laps at it hungrily. He traces it along your opening a few times, raising his head to give attention to your throbbing clit. Within a few seconds you’re already giving in. Your knees begin to weaken. They go lax as he laps away vigorously against your most intimate parts.

Tommy flattens his tongue a few times before dipping it inside. His nose rubs against your bud. He grinds his face against your sex. Moaning from the lewd act. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, hard. You’re practically melting in his embrace. Tommy eagerly laps you through a hard orgasm. Shutting his eyes to focus solely on his duty of making you cum.

You find yourself riding against his face shamelessly. In the blissful aftermath, you could feel his lips press a smile against your soaking core. Tommy raises his head. His mouth and chin glistens, “You alright love?” his deep voice is...calming, soothing even. He reaches to brush back a stray hair behind your ear. You nod and whisper a faint, “Yes,” for reassurance, reaching in to touch his scarred abdomen, “I want to touch you, please Tommy…”

He held your hand in his, guiding it towards his manhood. He wraps your palm around his member, stroking it against his shaft, “Like this…” after a few seconds he lets go. His hand reaches in to caress your folds. His digits tease your bud to your liking. Everything about it was sensational. A sparking interest between the two of you. Two souls combining into one being.

Tommy lets out a deep grunt before painting your mound with his arousal. His hand moves faster to chase your climax and soon you were moaning underneath him. He leans in to kiss you softly. Then again but deeper. You tilt you head up eagerly. He held his leaking tip against you bud, rubbing once, twice, then a third time against it, before sinking himself in.

Your mouth gapes from the sensual stretch deepening. Tommy hisses, his eyes flutter shut. Your open arms are his very own paradise on earth. They wrap around his upper torso as soon as he begins to pick up speed. Soon enough the both of you were became a panting mess. Calling for each other’s names. He takes his sweet time. Kissing, caressing, whispering sweet nothings to soothe his wife’s worries away.

Tommy dips his head into the crook of your neck to place a kiss before tilting against the side of your temple as he whispers, “I love you,” into the shell of your ear. He didn’t care if your feelings were mutual or not. He wanted you to know how he felt. Gestures like this from him were rare you knew that much. So why did you seek refuge in his arms every single time?

Hidden Treasure (Part 11)

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

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Physical harm, Physical assault.

Author's note(s): We see it all unwrapping!

Tension rises within the Shelby family, and your husband is to blame for it all.

Tommy drags you into the living room. Where the rest of his brothers await. Finn is seated. Your eyes widen from the sight of his bruised and battered form. A cut lip, complimented with a black eye and small bruises that littered his body. There was a firm handprint right against his throat. As if someone had him pinned down. You were all too familiar with the feeling. There was no doubt that this was Tommy's doing. You could practically hear your blood boiling. Your maternal instincts kicking in as you saw red.

You twist out of your husband’s grip and rush towards the young boy, “Finn! What have they done to you?!” Your hands cup his face, causing him to wince in pain. He tries not to squirm in discomfort, “S’alright m’fine…I’m sorry I couldn’t help you...” he looks away in shame, defeat. Your heart breaks for him. Your hand combs through his hair cooing him, “No, you didn’t, it was bound to happen,” you turn around and make your way towards Tommy. You were tired of hiding, Tired of being silenced, Tired of smiling through the hell that he had put you through. You choose not to be afraid of him anymore. Enough was enough. No more. Because now? You were fucking fuming, “You…”

“Hello dear.” He replies nonchalantly. Keeping a straight posture.

“You bastard!” you shrieked.

“Nice to see you too—“Tommy’s head swings to the side from the slap he’d received. You grab him by the back of his neck, Like the many times he’d done to you and growl, “You could’ve done something to me for running off, but instead you had to take it out on Finn! Like a fucking coward!!” you bark at him. He turns his head around. Your backhand was much stronger than he'd expected. A faint trickle of blood drips from his nose. He swipes it with a finger to examine, “Not too bad...could be better…” judging your strike.

You hissed in his face, “Then fight back!" you slap his chest, "Fight back like you always do!” your voice begins to break, “Or is it because you don’t want your family to know? How much of a monster you were to me?!”

He pulls your wrists together. It was futile to retrieve them back. Tommy held you close, “I’m not going to fight you.” his voice is softer.

“Why not?!” you spat.

“Because you wouldn’t last, not in your condition,” as soon as he glances down your blood ran cold. Tommy had finally found your little secret. His eyes are glue to your belly, “For how long?” he reaches to caress the faint bump. You look down at his hand now resting against it and bit your bottom lip, “Since the last time we went to the Garrison,”

More specifically the same night he had dragged you out of the bar in front of everyone. Soon after firing his gun. Watching the people scatter through the streets, like sewage rats…it made your stomach twist.

Tommy’s voice breaks the flashback, “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is soft. His eyes show a genuine concern for your well being. You tell him your complete and honest truth,

“I was scared you didn’t want it, because it was obvious you didn’t want me, and you’re only now treating me different because I’m carrying your child...how…” tears began to welt, streaming down your cheeks, “…How could you be so cruel to me?” you sob. Tommy pulls you into his chest. You bury your face into his coat.

He felt a guilt like no other. He knew he had only himself to blame for everything that had happened, “I have not been a proper husband, and I understand why you would want to leave, being the circumstances that I put you through…and I’m sorry...“ his hands cup your face. His thumbs glide against your wet cheeks. Your face scrunches as you slap his hands away, “Then why’d you hurt Finn?! He was only trying to help me!”

Finn scratches the back of his head, “Well…actually I sort of…started it, as soon as they asked me, I started raining hell on 'em,” it was during the morning after. Tommy had plans to spend all day with you and Charlie. How long had it been since he’d slept that well? Too long for him not to remember. But to his surprise, he’d awoken to his wife missing. Part of him hoped that you were probably downstairs in the kitchen preparing for breakfast as you usually would.

No matter how often the maids would offer to help you refused. This was the one thing you had to yourself. He didn’t mind. It was adorable seeing you so focused on perfecting a meal instead of a tart. When Tommy arrived at the kitchen, he expected you to be seated already with breakfast done. However, you were nowhere to be found. All of the maids were gone as well.

At that instance Tommy knew there was something wrong, very wrong. He searches every room calling, yelling for your name. By now you were probably long gone. He picks up bits of his scattered clothes. Time was scarce. Every minute mattered. Tommy rounds up his best men, not to search but to interrogate. There was no way an enemy could’ve gotten this close to his house. Not without him knowing. Someone had betrayed him, he’s sure of it.

He finds out who when his brothers arrive. One of them is suspiciously late, Finn. When the younger Shelby arrived at the house he isn’t as alert as he usually is. In fact, he’s quite relaxed. Tommy knew it had all been an act. He stands right in front of him. He reads the younger boy like a book. What gave it away were his shoes. Finn had gotten new shoes a few days ago. In what situation would a young lad refuse to wear them? If they’ve been ruined. Finn must have been out last night during the storm.

Tommy’s hands ball into fists, he snarls in his face, “I’m only going to tell you this once Finn: Where. Is. She?” a storm was brewing inside Tommy. Finn remembers your promise. He remembers the way your lip quivered with fear of failing. He flashes his older brother a grin before tackling him to the ground.

But Tommy’s strength eventually surpasses his, the elder Shelby flips him over, holding Finn by the throat. Finn’s fingers dig deep into his arm but nothing would avail. John and Arthur have to pry them from each other. But like any other Shelby, Finn doesn’t go down without a fight. He gave it his all but against three soldiers. Only for it to end as a lost cause.

You smack his arm then pinch his ear, “That’s for making me worry!” then embrace him in a hug. For a brief moment he’s confused if you’re still angry at him or not but then relaxes in your arms. He chuckles, “The only reason why they’re allowing me to be here was because I told him that if he didn’t let me see you, I’d rat him out to Polly,”

You raise a brow, “And he believed you?”

“No, so I told him I already did,” He grins. You don’t know what fate has in store for Tommy. All you could do is pray for her to listen to your side of the story. It’s about time Thomas Michael Shelby dealt with the wrath of Ms. Elizabeth Gray. He knew at some point he’d have to tell her about their…marital problems. Him and his brothers had kept it a secret for far too long. Now everything had spiraled out of control.

He arrives to the church, the same one he had been married in, twice. Where he’ll have to face the Shelby Matriarch. Tommy sits himself in the booth right behind her. He sighs, “She wanted to leave me Polly,” his shoulders sink, “I’ve changed, more than what I was willing to at first, there’s no reason why she would want to leave now,” His fingers twitch in his lap, "I don't want to lose her,"

Polly turns around. Her temper had gotten the best of her. Slap after slap lands on her nephew. Her voice booms, “Have you gone mad?! Why does she want to leave?!” Echoing off the church’s walls. Polly throws in a few good smacks at him. Someone has to. “You’re a grown man Thomas, for fucks sake act like one! Stop relying on this poor girl to fix you–fix yourself for her! If you think you can just take and take from a good woman and expect her to be fine with it?! You’re a damn fool!” Polly almost falls out of her seat. She catches her breath.

She held her nephew by the shoulders for balance, “If any harm ever comes to that girl ever again, I will make sure to hunt. You. Down,” She huffs. Her expression changes to confusion when Tommy looks up, his eyes now glossed over, “How can I fix this?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Polly scolds before walking to the front to give a small prayer. As soon as she crosses herself, she promptly leaves, ignoring Tommy who now sulked all alone. After the war, he had almost lost all faith. After Grace had died, so had a part of him that believed there was something better. Then you came along. You, who had tried so hard to fix a broken man like him. What did he do to deserve a treasure like you?

For the first time in years Tommy decides to pray. He prays for only one thing: Your happiness. Whether it included him or not didn't matter.

Easy Money (Part 3)

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

Warning(s): +18, Minor Character death,

Author's Note(s): This is a brief filler for the upcoming chapters. I wanted to go into depth of how Robert finds the reader after three years.

Robert makes plans to meet with his previous employer. He’s doing this because he needs some extra cash on him. That’s all.

“Why did I even bother hiring you if you can’t even get the damn job done!” the man spat. Robert keeps his calm. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take until his patience runs out, “Listen man. I just need to know where she is.” his hands are raised signaling defeat, he shrugs “What can I say the video became a hit, the fans want more.” he plays it off. But the other guy doesn’t buy it, ”So find some other bitch to do it. She ain’t even around no more.” he chuckles. Robert pauses for a moment. He looks the older man dead in the eyes, “What do you mean?” his voice low. His expression now serious.

Robert wants answers from this man and he wants them now. His former employer is started to get annoyed by Pronge’s pestering, “I mean the bitch is gone is what the fuck I mean. She ain’t around here no more. Dropped everything then disappeared. No one’s seen her since.”

Shit. He had a feeling something like that would’ve happened, “You don’t think she put herself out do you?” maybe he had been too harsh on her. He did get a little carried away. But who wouldn’t? Her pussy tasted like heaven. Her cunt felt like home. He realizes now that he’s way too invested when he notices the other man’s stiff body language, “After what you did I wouldn’t blame her, and why the hell do you care?”

“It’s only an assumption. Don’t get it twisted.” Robert knew he was hiding something. He just needed to get an answer out of him. Robert could tell he was bluffing as soon as he chucked, “I’ll find someone else to get the job done. Put a bullet in that bitch’s head.“ that would soon be a mistake he’d soon regret. Robert looks him up and down. He smiles briefly then begins striding towards his van. When he starts his engine. The man suddenly pulls out a gun and points it at him. He thought fast but Robert thinks faster.

Pronge stomps on the pedal, driving the van forward. He’s had enough charades. His glasses fall off the bridge of his nose from the impact. He slowly backs his car up from the victim. He parks his vehicle. Sliding his glasses back in place before stepping out. He walks to the man now leaning against the wall. To his surprise the poor bastard was still alive. With both of his legs now broken, An elbow pokes out from his torn skin, he was coughing up an impressive amount of blood. He was still alive. Suffering immensely, but alive.

Originally posted by fuzzyghost

“You don’t look so good bud.” Robert tilts his head whole smirking playfully, “Someone should put you out of your misery.” he playfully pokes the man’s crooked nose, causing a stream of blood to pour out of his nostrils which made it harder for him to breathe. All the man can do is wheeze and gasp with his punctured lungs. Robert whistles, impressed by his determination to survive. He sits a hand on the side of his bruised neck, “Here. Let me help.” his hand clutches the man’s jaw and jerks his head around.

A loud crack echoes through the garage. Robert stands up. He inspects the man for any sign of life. Yup, this guy was most defiantly dead. He bends down to scoop the body in his arms, “Alright work with me buddy.” he huffs before hoisting the body over his shoulder. Into the freezer he went. He retrieves the dead man’s wallet. He’ll have to search his place for any clues that would give him a lead.

When Robert arrives at the man’s run-down apartment there was barely anything left. No addresses, no phone books, not a trace of someone ever living here. He’ll give the man some credit where it’s deserved. This guy was good. Robert searches the bedroom for anything out of the ordinary, making sure not to leave any fingerprints. He finds something in a large dressing cabinet. A shoe box hidden in the bottom drawer. It’s old and worn down. He pulls it out carefully.

He opens it with gloves finding dozen’s of women’s panties bagged and labeled neatly. There were all sorts of them. Some ranged from a larger size, to medium, to borderline-worrisome small, now he really doesn’t regret running him over. Robert’s takes a brief trip down memory lane. He remembers the color, what type. He pulls them carefully out of the plastic bag, the faint scent of beer had still been there. He chuckles after noticing his ex employer hadn’t bothered to wash them. That kinky son of a bitch.

Pronge almost feels embarrassed knowing exactly what they looked like even after all these months. They were a cotton lace set cause she was a classy bitch. A good girl at heart. He remembers the way it would wrap perfectly around her. How she was wrapped perfectly around him. He reads the name. First and last. Finally, he was getting somewhere. But that was about it from what he could find. At least he knew now where to start.

From only her last name alone he found out a brief bit of family history. Her parents were local business investors who died in a car accident. In one night she went from a socialite heiress to the sole inheritor of their empire. But as of lately she was currently missing. Robert wasn’t convinced she was truly gone from the face of the earth. She must’ve been in hiding. He was sure of it.

After a few weeks of following her old schedule he was at a loss. She hadn’t made contact with anyone in particular from her old job or friend group. He would drive around her neighborhood daily. Nothing. As if she packed up all her belongings and vanished. He finds himself back at square one again, returning to his role as the notorious Iceman.

2 years later

Summer has returned once again. Robert parks his van underneath a busy bridge. It’s rush hour, the cars drowned out any noise that could be heard from where he hid.

Originally posted by justfilms

He shifts his seat back for more space. He drags the zipper of his body suit down. Revealing his scarred chest as he pulls out his length. His tip is red and leaking. It’s his fifth time today. His fingers are still a bit pruned up from earlier. He licks his lips before giving his tip a teasing rub. A hand wraps around it while imagining a pair of lips. He pumps his shaft until he’s at a decent pace.

But it wasn’t not enough, Robert craved for more. He longed for the warm feeling of a tight cunt holding him. He wanted to hear to the sounds of a woman whimpering. To taste the saltiness of her tears. All while looking into her eyes. He wishes for a chance to see them, this time without a blind fold. He massages his member harder now. Imagining the sight of her slick arousal dripping down her thigh and….shit!

Robert finishes himself off with a few spurts. It wasn’t as good at the few earlier but at least his urge died down for now. Even after an intense round he still feels as though it hadn’t been enough to satisfy his urges. He wanted more. He wanted to listen to the sounds that escaped those puffy lips. Not this annoying bitch in the back, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to jerk off and you’re seriously killing my mood.” he tosses an empty beer can at his victim.

There’s a woman in the back he had taken earlier. She screeches louder from the box holding her. Robert rolls his eyes. If he knew she would be this much of a pain he wouldn’t have taken the job. He grabs a few tissues to clean his shaft before getting up. He strides to the back of his van. As soon as the woman hears him approaching she begins to scoot away frantically. He looks her up and down, the first thing he noticed were her tits. They weren’t too shabby for implants. Her husband told him he could do whatever he wanted. But those were to be returned to him.

He sighs, “Y’know…” he pauses, “This could’ve been avoided this if you hadn’t slept with the pool boy.” he shakes his head, Robert crouches down, “I mean you kinda did this to yourself. Marrying into the mafia and all.” each of his feet are by her small rib cage. She’s frantic. He removes her blindfolds to reveal her now smudged makeup. Her lashes batted with thick clumps of mascara, “P-please…you have it all wrong I’d never cheat on my husband! H-he’s a good man!” she wails.

Originally posted by featherymalignancy

Robert physically cringes from her high-pitched squeals. He places a finger on his lips to shush her. He retrieves a photo from his back pocket. Pictured is the woman with her eyes blissfully shut as she gave oral to a much younger man. Her pool boy-toy. Not her husband. Robert waves the photo in her face, “This is you right?” there’s a pause after. That was all the proof he needed.

She shakes her head side to side. Her bombshell curls bounce with each movement. She begins to bawl again, “Please! I-I’ll make an offer! I know who works for him and–and what him and his men do, where their locations are. I’ll never show my face in this town again just please don’t kill me…it was a stupid mistake–”

“Several times? I mean c’mon it’s like you wanted to get caught.” he swiftly turns around towards an ice cream box, “and if you were wondering yes I did kill the little runt.” He ducks down to get a better reach for a tool. He didn’t feel like cleaning them up today so he came up with a tool that’s easy to dispose of. He pries open his cooler and pulls out a sizable ice pick. He walks over to her and straddles her thin waist. In her final moments the woman screams at the top of her lungs for him to stop. 

Robert wastes no time jabbing it straight into her jugular. She begins to choke on her own blood. Her vision blurs from the amount lost in a short amount of time. She twists and turns a few times, spreading crimson on the plastic sheet below. Her beady eyes roll to the back of her head. His palm pushes the rest of it down until it pokes a hole through the other side of her neck. She sure as shit wasn’t alive by now. He tosses the body into an icebox for later. If the rest of her wasn’t filled with botox and plastic he’d sell it off.

Robert changes out of his work clothes and into his daytime uniform. Adjusting his bow tie before starting the day. He sits back in his seat, tapping fingers on the stirring wheel. He turns the vehicle on and starts driving. As soon as his ears pick up the sound of children laughing he switches on his music. A catchy tune plays for all to hear. To let the children know the ice cream man is near.

Originally posted by theweekndxo-xo

As soon as the last child is given a cone he shuts his window closed. He steps out to take a smoke break. He closes his eyes after the first huff. He remembers how good it felt right after he took her. She was too cute, shaking her head as if she had done something wrong. He inhales another lungful of nicotine and breathes out. He smirks. In the end it was him who ended up being screwed over. A small price to pay over some quick cash.

He keeps his head low, avoiding any eye contact with civilians passing by. He never liked crowds. Robert only ever lonely with people around. Their faces were all a blur to him. Everyday brought another insignificant face he’ll forget about by tomorrow.

But not hers. Never hers. He doesn’t know why. Even after all this time.

Robert decides to walk to a local hardware store nearby. He peers into each store. Each had their own story. The first one he passed by was a ma-and-pa diner, the second one was a bar, the third was a thrift store. That’s when he notices a familiar figure. He stops in his tracks.

There she was. In all her glory. His girl. Although there were slight changes in the way she looked. Her hair was longer and braided to the side. Her figure was slightly fuller than before. There was more to grab. Just how he likes it. Robert knew it was her. He never forgets a pretty face.

In all those months of searching, he would’ve never guessed you’d still be in town. That you would be thriving. You’re wearing a sundress for the warm weather rapidly approaching. It clung to your more curvaceous form. He bites his lips while staring at the way your dress hung down your curvy figure. If he could he would stand there all day gawking at you working diligently.

No surprise in you getting fit from the work. You distributed the extra weight well. Your hips are wider now. His palms itch at the thought of grabbing them. You had a glow to your complexion since the last time he saw you. Then he sees you turn around to look for someone. He was gone before you had a chance to look out the window.

Robert makes it to his car, forgetting all about why he was there in the first place. He could care less. All he wanted to do now is have you coil underneath him again. Where you belong. He plans a visit the next day while in disguise. He had to be sure it was really you. He walks into the store with his head low. He pretends to look through items on racks. He glances up every now and then to see you folding a sweater.

Pronge picks up as much randomized items as he could, enough to keep you busy. When he reaches the front you greet him with a smile. A genuine smile. Not like the ones in the photos he had. However your eyes told a different story. They no longer belonged to a young naive girl but pieces of a broken soul still healing. Robert watches silently as you type away on the register. It was clear now, you had not a clue as to who he was.

Robert knows now this won’t be the last encounter he’ll have with you. It was time for planning. He had rented a different vehicle for scoping around. You were constantly proceeding with precaution everywhere you went. Always making sure you’d never be left alone or at least taking certain safety measures. You were so confidant that your car keys placed carefully in between you knuckles would protect you. From what? You live in the suburbs. Unless there was some serial killer–Oh, that’s right. How funny.

Robert’s legs are perched up on the dasher of his van. He watches you from afar approaching your car. He waits a minute before starting his engine and follows you. After a few minutes of driving he knew where he was heading. It wasn’t a richer providence but nonetheless a white picket-fenced area. Emphasis on white.

Robert made sure to park his car a block away. He follows closely until you’ve made it into your apartment building. With a quick lock pick he’s in. He keeps his head low in his baseball cap. He watches you walk into an elevator. He reads what floor you were headed on then rushes for the stairs. As soon as he makes it to your floor he looks around the corner.

From what he remembers the elevators should be there. You’re already trying to unlock the door to your apartment. But someone from the other side opens it before you do. He holds his breath. He didn’t expect you to have a roommate. You didn’t have one in the past.

So just who was that?

Robert peaks from around a corner, waiting patiently for someone to leave. After a while the door finally opens again. A young woman leaves your apartment. She hauls her backpack over a shoulder before waving goodbye. Her apartment was down the hallway from yours. He flinches when he hears your door open again, “Hey!”

Robert ducks behind a corner. He is sure he’d finally been caught. That is until he hears your voice again, “You don’t have to come tomorrow sweetheart. Mondays are a lot steadier.” you wave a goodbye to the young woman before finally shutting your door. She nods before carrying on. He makes a quick mental note to get rid of your little guard dog. Robert would have to visit the shop more often if he wants to get an accurate schedule. He is a man who is quite fond of details.

All he needed was a single week to collect enough data for his newest persona. He looks in the mirror in front of him. He needed a haircut. Also his beard would look more put together with a few trimmings here-and-there.

Originally posted by pariztexas-deactivated20210721

Robert knew what women wanted in a man. Most of them wanted someone neatly groomed, with a stable job and income. He would play the role of an eligible bachelor. It wasn’t hard to grab a woman’s attention. He knew he was easy on the eyes. A few times it had gotten in the way of his work. But now he needed his looks as an advantage.

When he walks into your store he’s readier than ever. Robert struts right up to the register, “Hey,” she looks up and waits for what he has to say, “I was wondering if we could maybe go out for a date?”

For a moment she’s taken aback. Of course she would be you’re putting her on the spot. Time for a different tactic. A pity date, “You know what, it’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean I’m a total stranger, and I don’t want to seem like a creep. I understand if you’re not interested in a relationship at the moment. That’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing it up especially at your work—“ if he just keeps going at it she’ll feel bad.

Soon enough she cracks under pressure, “Wait! I-I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off I’ve just never been asked out before,” there it is, “I’ve never even been in a relationship either. I should’ve said something earlier. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances. It’s just that I don’t even know your name,” she looks up. Nervous for what his answer would be. He has to bite back a laugh, the poor thing is too bashful to find words. He gives her time to muster up some courage, “…I’ve got a busy schedule…so I’ll close the shop early tomorrow.” that makes him smile, “Robert Pronge, It’s a date, and dinner’s on me.”

Originally posted by steviebarnesrogers-blog

The two of you exchange numbers. Robert lets you know when he’ll be arriving to pick you up. He sends you a playful wink before leaving. He wouldn’t have to rely on any transportation which was a good thing. His van would be a dead giveaway. Today was the day. He had waited outside of the store, arriving ten minutes earlier with a bouquet in his hands. You happily take it from him. For once, in a fairly long time, it seemed as though everything was going well.

Robert considers himself a patient man. He doesn’t however, have time for charades. If you were even a few seconds late for your date he’d barge in the store and just take you. He looks around to see if you’d call the cops on him yet. So far the coast was clear. He’d never been so risky before. Then he sees you stepping outside. He felt almost hesitant to go out while being so exposed.

Originally posted by sleepypanda27

Now part of him wishes he had brought a pair of thick-framed glasses. He caught you walking out of the store after locking it. It’s the little things he takes notice of. Like how you’d done your hair for him. From what he could tell your makeup was different as well. A sign that you wanted to be there. With him. You seemed…happy. Excited even. How adorable.

Robert knows the steps from what his old man had taught him. Always offer a gal some flowers and an arm to hold. You crack a smile at his romantic gestures. Ever the gentleman. Your date goes just as planned. All of his answers are perfect. Too perfect. Which had you genuinely impressed by him. But that made it all a bit suspicious, “I’m sorry it’s just that—I can’t help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?” Robert couldn’t hold back a light chuckle, “You really don’t remember me do you?”

Originally posted by drunkxabi

This was too good. He’d been waiting for the right moment to tell you. He might as well let you know the truth by now. He flings his arm over your shoulder until it’s gripping the side of your waist. You feel your nerves getting the best of you. Was this how dates were suppose to be? It was unusual having someone, let alone a man hold you like this after so long. Robert tilts his head towards your ear. His forehead presses against your temple. This was all too familiar. His voice is low, “I’m the same guy who locked you in his warehouse three years ago…” he sighs. Tears begin to cloud your vision. No…no not again!

You shake your head in disbelief. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Robert nods while pouting his lips, “I couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours…” he whispers, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle tears. He love it, the tears only rile him up, “Oh keep doing that baby…you look so pretty when you cry for me…” Robert’s arms have a firm grip around your body before you get the chance to run away.

You try screaming for help but a hand shoots up to muffle your cries. He gives you a warning, “Scream and I’ll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?” He finally releases his hand on your mouth. You didn’t know what he had in store. You only want to go home, “Please…what else more could you want from me…?” you whimper. Isn’t it obvious? He only wanted your mind, body, soul..and in his words, “Everything.”

He finally found you. His little money maker.

Hidden Treasure (Part 4)

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

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Manhandling, Physical assault, Domestic violence, Battery, Loss of Virginity.

Author's note(s): ***Trigger warning for this chapter***

Tommy strides your way. He marches until he’s face-to-face with you. He is not a man who takes kindly to waiting. He expects an answer from you and he expects one now.

He begins to strip himself. To your surprise, a military physique had been hiding underneath, decorated with tattoos. He tosses his suspenders to the floor, expecting you to follow. To his dismay, you were still ogling him like a schoolgirl. He lets out a long sigh, now clearly annoyed. He gives you a hard glare. You squirm underneath his gaze, “Mr. Shelby this...I’m not experienced in...I-I don’t want to disappoint you or anything...” eyes beginning to water as you dodge his gaze. Staring down at your lap.

Your hands are shaking while trying to unbutton the gown. Before even reaching the last pearl, Tommy’s patience gets the best of him. He yanks the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your hands are quick to cover them, but Tommy is quicker to hold both your wrists in place, "Stop.” he warns. His voice is deep, tired from today's events. He doesn't have to play pretend anymore.

You try to free your hands, pulling at his grip, but his strength was more than thrice compared to yours. He pulls you in. Until you’re face-to-face with him. He tells you one last time to get undressed. When you only stare back at him, Tommy shoves you onto the bed. You landed with such a force that it causes your body to bounce from the impact. Tommy Shelby doesn't take kindly to disobedience.

You scurry back until your shoulder hits the frame of the bed. He doesn’t waste any time removing his shirt. He reveals his toned figure in the dim lighting. You kept your legs crossed and bent away from your him. He sighs at the dramatics. Now he’s annoyed. He’ll have to do something about your little act of defiance.

He's paid a fair price for your hand, and for what? A disrespectful wife. Tommy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hidden blade. It's small, but sharp enough to get the work done. Your dress, the dress that you’d dreamt of since you were a little girl, was now being shred to pieces. Your styled hair was now a mess after being manhandled by him.

Tommy’s stares down your quivering form. His eyes rake up and down your now nude body. Your face heats up with embarrassment. He's satisfied with what he's purchased. Only leaving you with the diamond necklace. It was a custom-made choker, made to resemble a collar. A sign of ownership.

It had been a while since he'd taken another woman. He hadn’t felt quite this excited in a while. His pants are straining and the binding around his waist only made it worse. He swiftly unclasps his belt, the jingle of it made your eyes widen with shock. Only when he pulls his trousers down do you abruptly look away.

This was supposed to be normal, wasn’t it? Yet the act of making love to your husband made you feel utterly sickened, almost disgusted with yourself. Tommy held both your ankles in his hands and with a pull as you glided across the bed. At this point you're frozen. Afraid of what his next move will be. A large hand grazes your waist, taking it’s time to feel the smooth, exposed skin there. His long fingers slid in between your legs. Tears begin to blur your vision. Small trickles of tears start to flow down your cheeks. Not wanting to see what comes next, you shut your eyes.

Tommy had a feeling you’d be like this. Wherever he’d go. No matter how many times he’d try to prove himself to be worthy of respect. Outsiders like you would always see him as the lowest of society. You think you're better than him, eh? He scoffs, “You never expected to marry my kind, did you?” Tommy doesn’t bother sugar-coating it. He knew what a young woman growing up in high society would want in a husband.

A widowed, peaky blinder, let alone their leader of all people. They weren’t traits that unmarried women would traditionally look for. Hell, he expected nothing else but a reaction like this. You stare at him in confusion. His kind? You mean a perverted beast of a man? A wolf in sheep's clothing? An impatient brute?  Of course, you would despise him for all of those traits! You scowl, “Any good woman would,”

“Is that so?” Tommy tilts his head up your face you his brows raised. His blue eyes bore into your soul. His expression is livid. He pumps his shaft for a few moments before aiming it against your folds. A high-pitched whine escapes your lips, as you shake your head. Begging, no pleading with him to stop. He begins to push himself in. Your eyes brim with fresh tears from the burning stretch as he shoves his member in. You lash out on instinct, scratching at his face and neck, hard enough to draw blood across his cheekbone. He snatches both of your wrists to the sides of your head. His breathing became raspy. Not from the struggle, but from his temper.

You could see his jaw flex out of anger. His voice booms, “You want it rough?! I’ll fucking show you rough!” as soon as he pulls out his girth, he slams it right back in. Your walls convulse in pain. You bite your bottom lip, drawing blood while fresh tears pour out. But still, even while in such pain you refuse to make a sound. Not even a sniffle. Tommy became agitated at your refusal to say anything. He growls in your face, “You’ve got something to say now? Go on…” he presses his sweaty forehead against yours, “SAY SOMETHING!!” he spat. You turn your head to the side in disgust. Never in your life would you have thought to meet someone so cruel. Let alone willingly marry him.

Tommy lifts your legs. He rests the back of your knees above his broad shoulders, folding you in half in order to deepen his thrusts. Your thighs were held up against your chest. It hurt, everything hurt. Tommy didn’t want this to feel special. He wants to prove a point. That no one would be an exception when it came to crossing him. No one has ever or will ever walk away from him. You little wife, were no exception.

He pounds himself through climax, not even slowing down to catch his breath. You could feel his harsh huffs against your neck. Along with harsh bites and nicks that sunk into the skin there. His expression twists for a moment before calming, basking in his own pleasure, the selfish bastard.

Nothing about your first night was romantic or special. Just ruthless, nonstop, animalistic rutting. He looks down at your form, palming your bundle of nerves. When you jolt at the sensation, he couldn't help but chuckle from your reaction. From your tear-stricken eyes to your quivering lips. A trickle of blood ran down your chin. He pokes his tongue out to have a taste. Humming with approval. He needs more....more, more!

Your body twists and turns from the painful intrusion. Each hard thrust sent your body forward, only to be pulled back in by Tommy’s iron grip that held your hips. He leans into the crook of your neck to nip and suckle for bruises to form. His face and chest are now flushed red. He takes in a deep breath against the side of your neck.

Tommy lets out a final, deep-guttered moan before bottoming inside. When he pulls out a trail of his arousal leaks from your swollen folds. He feels something else stick to his thighs but ignores it. Probably your own finish. He never really cared if the sex would get messy. That was a way to tell if it was good. In fact, he had already been used to it from his many days spent in the whorehouse. He retrieves his white shirt to wipe himself off with. But as soon as he looked at his manhood his eyes widen. It wasn’t what he'd thought. Not at all. He’d been wrong, so very wrong.

Tommy turns around to face the horrific sight. Your limp body lying still on the bed. With small trickles of blood leaking from your abused hole. The crimson blots are in stark contrast to the creamy-white bed sheets. There’s a faint smell of copper in the air, along with the strong stench of sex. His hands are balled into fists. Shaking until he plants a hole into the wall, causing the entire room to quake from the impact.

His angered outburst triggers a shriek to escape your lips, “Please! God please–please n-no more! Please!” as you finally broke down. Unable to hide your now naked form, your hands reach up to cover your face in shame. Your feared he would continue to hurt you; the damage already being done. He now knew where the root of your disobedience came from. It wasn’t hatred. No…how he wishes it were that instead. It was because you genuinely terrified, and you had every right to be. Any woman would be afraid of her first time.

Shit...

Tommy had done it again. It was rare to find a woman from the city that saved herself. He lets out an exasperated sigh before heading to the washroom. You can hear the water running. You try curling into a ball. It’s difficult to move around when you can’t even feel your lower half. After spending hours forced into such a position. You didn't know what to do. Cry? Escape? To where exactly? This was your home now, sobbing at the realization. Tommy Shelby, your husband, is truly the cruelest man to have ever walked the face of earth.