Doe White

Despite the fall into insanity, you dressed quickly. Another Maroon dress - since he liked the first so much. I pulled my hair back into an elegant bun and slipped into a pair of comfortable shoes before heading downstairs. I was nervous. Why the hell was I so nervous? I quickly made my way to the dining hall, spotting Tommy already sitting at the head of the table. He looked up from his paper, his eyes scanning my form for a moment. My chest clenched. Did he not like it? Why did I care so much? ’You look lovely,’ he said, and you realised a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding. ‘Come and sit, have something to eat before we head into the city,’ he gestured to the chair beside him, the one where only yesterday I was sitting, cowering in fear. I slipped into the chair, watching as Tommy poured some coffee into my cup. ’I think we both need it after last night,’ he gave me a warm smile, probably the first I had seen since I moved in here. It made him look a lot more handsome, the warmth, the kindness in his eyes. Things I hadn’t seen since my mother. When his eye caught mine, I blushed and looked away, picking up pastry and adding it to my plate to distract myself from the warmth I could feel all over my body from him.

‘I know you haven’t been into the city much, but you’ll be fine.’ Tommy explained, sipping on his own coffee, but his plate was empty. ‘We’ll go straight to the betting shop, you can stay in my office while I handle the business. But if you get overwhelmed or bored, I can have one of the boys bring you home.’

‘You should eat something.’ I said quietly, my brow furrowing at his empty plate. Tommy paused, his eyes narrowing on the paper. Panic set in, my chest clenched, and for a second, I thought I had done something wrong. I parted my lips to speak, to apologise, but the words lodged in my throat as Tommy silently reached across the table with a fork, stabbing a sausage and adding it to his plate. He filled his plate without a word, eating slowly as he continued to read the paper. I couldn’t help but smile down at my plate, pulling apart the pastry for my own breakfast. We ate in a peaceful silence until a man showed up at the door.

‘The car is ready, Sir.’ he said, Tommy nodded to him, turning to me. ’The betting shop is a busy place, so you’ll need to stay close to me unless I say so. Understand?’

I nodded quickly, the tone already told me there was no room for argument.

The betting shop was a different world—a chaotic, smoke-filled labyrinth of desperate men and fluttering paper. The air was thick with the scent of cheap tobacco, stale sweat, and the sharp, nervous energy of people praying for a miracle.

The betting shop was a different world—a chaotic, smoke-filled labyrinth of desperate men and fluttering paper. The air was thick with the scent of cheap tobacco, stale sweat, and the sharp, nervous energy of people praying for a miracle.

As you stepped through the threshold, the noise died down instantly, a ripple of silent, fearful acknowledgement that only followed a man like Tommy Shelby. Your heels clicked against the uneven floorboards, each step echoing in the sudden quiet.

Tommy stopped at a desk with a woman sat behind it, she was pretty, dressed professionally.

‘Morning, Tommy,’ she said, her voice smooth, though you saw her fingers tighten around the pen she held. She spared you a tight, meaningless smile. ‘Morning.’

‘Lizzie,’ Tommy acknowledged, his tone clipped. ‘You remember my wife, Y/N. Don’t you?’ he spoke as if you had met before, but you had no memory of her. However, Lizzie smiled politely.

‘Of course. Will she be with you all day?’ Lizzie asked, her tone was strained, she definitely wasn’t happy you were here.

‘Yes.’ Tommy gave the single word answer with a tight tone, ‘Get the ledgers. We have work to do.’ he ordered, moving towards the office behind her, gesturing for you to follow. You stuck to him like a shadow, keenly aware of the burning gazes from the men on the floor.

In the safety of the private office, you let out a slow breath. Tommy helped you out of your coat and hung it on the coat rack before steering you towards the desk, making you sit in the single chair behind it. Lizzie was back no long after, carrying large folders which you assumed were the ledgers. She gave you a disapproving look as he deposited the ledgers on the desk.

‘Didn’t think you’d like your wife to work, Mr Shelby,’ she quipped, giving him a light smile. But Tommy didn’t even full acknowldge her.

‘That’ll be all Lizzie.’ he dismissed her, her smile dropped as he left the office.

Tommy opened one of the ledgers in front of you, loose sheets of paper stacked neatly inside.

‘These are the stakes, the odds, and the payouts,’ he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register that made your skin prickle. ‘Once they are submitted, they are carved in stone. The numbers never change. You understand?’

I nodded quickly, looking over the numbers on the scribbled on the paper.

A loud crash outside the office made me jump. Tommy looked up.

‘Stay here. I need to handle a dispute on the floor. Do not move.’ He stepped away, leaving you alone in the sanctuary of his desk.

The silence of the office was heavy. You looked down at the ledger. Neat columns of numbers, betting slips, and meticulous notes on debts owed. You stared down at the betting sheets on his desk, your brow furrowing. Something didn’t look right. You shuffled through them, noting the same thing on each. Every few rows, the numbers changed, almost as if they had been rubbed out and replaced; you could still see the slight indentations where the original numbers had been. It was pennies, a few pennies from each sheet, different rows each time. But Tommy said once the numbers are written down, they don’t change…

‘Y/N?’ You jumped at the mention of your name, your eyes snapping up to meet Tommy’s. When did he come back in? ‘Everything alright?’ he asked, looking down at the papers on his desk.

‘Oh… It’s nothing…’ I said quickly, I shouldn’t have been looking at the papers, he probably had a reason for whatever this way anyway…

Tommy stepped forward and rounded the desk, looking at the betting slips in front of me. ’You were looking pretty concerned for ‘nothing’.’ he said, staring down at me, a look that made my skin crawl with nervousness.

‘It’s just… Your betting sheets. You said the numbers didn’t change once they were written down.’ I said, my voice shaking slightly. Tommy nodded, his eyes moving from me to the sheets.

‘They don’t,’ he confirmed, his voice firm. I took a breath, tearing my gaze away from him and down to the papers, picking up one sheet.

‘But these do, right there.’ I pointed out one of the rows to him, ‘you can see someone rubbed out the number and put a new one on,’ Tommy snatched the sheet from me and I flinched, clenching my hand. Tommy’s gaze flicked to me for a second before going back to the sheet.

‘How many of these are like this?’ he asked, his voice growing rough. I quickly gathered up all the sheets I had found with the same marks and handed them to him, avoiding his gaze. I could feel it on me, burning through me as I tried to stop myself shaking with fear.

‘Arthur!’ he shouted, making me jump again. There was a crashing outside, but eventually, a man came through the door. Tommy’s brother, Arthur.

Arthur grinned at me, but I kept my head down. Tommy held out the sheets to him.

‘Find out who wrote these, they’re skimming off the top,’ he ordered, Arthur took the sheets from him, flicking through them and nodded.

‘Bastard…’ Arthur growled, leaving the office quickly. I could hear him shouting, but it was muffled when the door was closed. I kept my head down and my hands in my lap, and I still felt like I was in trouble for something that I had caused trouble from this.

Tommy leaned down, his breath fanning over my cheek.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered, leaning forward. I thought he wanted to talk to me, to make me look at him. So I turned my head before it could be forced. I froze when I felt his lips touch mine. Gentle, chaste. My eyes widened for a second, but they quickly fluttered closed. His lips were soft, subtle. Tommy didn’t pull away either; he just stayed. Eventually, his lips moved against mine, taking my bottom lip between his. My breath would have hitched if I could have breathed, but I couldn’t; I didn’t want to. Because breathing meant pulling away from this, and I didn’t want that at all.

Eventually, Tommy did pull away from me, and my lips chased after him, only a few millimetres before I stopped myself, my cheeks flaming. Tommy smiled at me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek gently.

‘You did well today, spotting that,’ he spoke quietly, ‘but I feel like I’m the one who got rewarded.’ If my cheeks could burn any redder, they definitely were at his words.

‘I’ll deal with this and then I’ll take you home myself.’ he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead before pulling away from me completely. I had to stop the noise in my throat that threatened to surface as he pulled away, the lost of his closeness tightening my chest.

‘I’ll be back soon, I promise.’ he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, heading out the door without another word.

I sat at his desk, the feeling of his lips still ghosted over mine.

What had I done?

There was fire, and screams. Plea’s for mercy. Ignored. Begging for life. Ended with a gunshot. The raiders where pillaging the village and making sure there was nothing left. You ran through the village, not sure where you were going anymore, everything was either burning or in ashes. As much as you hated too, you ignored the pleas from injured villagers, you knew them, some better then others. But you couldn’t stop. You had to get out. But where would you go? You had no weapons, the forests would be full of infected and you’d never survive more then a few days. You would either be bitten or die of starvation first.

You didn’t get a chance to contemplate either. As you turned a corner, you came face to face with one of the raiders, covered in the blood of your village and an insane smile on his face.

‘You’re a pretty one.’ He growled, you skidded to a halt, turning on your heel to fleed, only to be faced with another, equally as insane but covered in more dirt then blood.

‘She’s mine. I saw her first.’ he snapped. You looked between them both, a sneer crossing their features. ‘She’ll be fun to break.’ he continued, lurching forward and making you flinch.

‘Look how jumpy she is.’ the other laughed.

‘Let’s get her into the truck, we can toss for her later.’ before you could fully register what they said, they both lounged forward and grabbed you, forcing you to the floor and dragging you out of the village.

You screamed. You kicked. You tried desperately to fight back but they were stronger, there were harder fighters and they only seemed to laugh at your attempts.

They both froze when a thick Texan accent cut through the screams.

‘Let her go.’ You followed the voice to a older man, at least in his 50’s. He wasn’t covered in any blood or dirty, but he wasn’t from you village.

‘We found her first.’ one of them argued, but the older man put his hand on the holster is gun was in and raised an eyebrow at them both.

Apparently, there was nothing more to be said, they both let go of you like you was burning coal scalding their hands.

You scrambled to sit up, getting ready to run. But he saw that.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ he said, his hand still on his gun. You froze, staring at his hand. ‘get up.’ he ordered, taking a step towards you. You scrabbled back, your breath hitching.

‘I ain’t asking you again.’ his grip on his gun tightened. You quickly pushed yourself to your feet, your limbs screaming in protest.

‘Come on.’ His hand finally left his gun, but only to wrap his fingers around you upper arm and drag you away.

‘No… No please!’ you begged, trying to pull away from him. But it was to no avail, he was stronger then you, he easily pulled me along despite you protests towards what I assumed was his horse.

Suddenly, he stopped, turning to you and grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look back at the burning camp.

‘Look! That’s your camp now. You wanna go back to that?’ he snapped, releasing you to grab something from his horse. You didn’t pay attention, staring at the flames that reared high from the village. You were so engrossed you didn’t even realise Joel had tied you wrists together until he tied the final knot.

‘I can leave you tied to a tree and wait for some infected to getcha,’ he eyes scanned your face. ‘But you’re too pretty for that.’

He let your hands drop and you realised he still held the end of the rope. climbing onto the horse, for a second you thought he might expect you to walk. But you screamed when he leaned over and wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you up so you sat in front of him.

‘Swing your leg over.’ he ordered, already grabbing your leg to pull it over the horse before I could do it myself. He tied the loose end of the rope to the saddle and grabbed the reigns.

You looked back at the burning camp, watching as the final few raiders jumped onto their horses and followed Joel.

You looked ahead, watching the treeline carefully. Why the hell did he chose me?

The ride back to the raiders’ camp was silent, and you were exhausted. With the gentle lull of the horse’s walk and the warm, solid body behind you, you fell asleep. It wasn’t long, or fruitful, and you were rudely awoken by being tugged off the horse.

‘Come on, darlin’ time to wake up.’ the man - who’s name was still a mystery to you - tugged you off the horse and held me when you nearly crashed to the ground.

‘Graceful.’ he grumbled, a low chuckle escaping his throat. You glared at him. following as he pulled you towards a house. It was a large farmhouse, falling apart from years of neglect but clearly this group had made a home here. the edge of the garden was lined with wire fencing and barbed wire on top and bottom, the remains of infected still tangled in the knots. You looked away, resisting the urge to heave at the sight. He dragged you over the threshold and into the house, making a be-line for the staircase and pulling you into a bedroom.

He pulled the rope from your wrists and closed the bedroom door, a lock immediately clicking into place.

"This is home now, sweet pea." you recoiled at the nickname, watching as his eyes raked over your body possessively. "Strip. Need to make sure you ain't hidin' anythin'."

You shivered, looking around the large bedroom. It was empty, save for a large bed and wardrobe that looked like it was one gust of window away from falling apart. You glanced at him, hoping be was joking, but his glare didn’t change. Slowly, you stripped out of your jacket and trousers, pausing at the top. It was a mens top, long enough to cover your ass, but you weren’t wearing a bra beneath it. It wasn’t exactly an affordable luxury nowadays and your only one was being washed, or burned now…

Joel's eyes darken with unmistakable hunger as he watched you hesitate, his arms crossing over his broad chest. "All of it. Don't make me repeat myself." He took a threatening step closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space. "Every goddamn piece comes off, or I'll rip 'em off myself."

His gaze travelled slowly down your body, lingering on where your shirt barely covers you. "Ain't got all day, darlin'. The longer you test my patience, the worse it'll be for you." He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the leather sliding through the loops with an ominous sound. "Now strip, or I'll show you what happens when you disobey."

You swallowed, but complied. Grabbing the hem of your top, you pulled it over your head and threw it onto the pile with the other clothes, your panties soon followed.

I stood naked before this man, this stranger. I pulled my arms up, one to cover my breasts and the other to cover my bare pussy, my cheeks burning red.

‘I’m not carrying anything…. please. let me get dressed…’

The stranger’s eyes darken with primal hunger as he drank in every inch of your exposed skin. He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his rough hands yanking yours away from your body.

"I'll decide when you're done, not you." His calloused fingers traced down your collarbone possessively. "And I ain't satisfied yet."

He circled you slowly like a predator, his presence suffocating.

"Turn around. Hands against the wall."

When you don't move fast enough, he grips your hip hard enough to bruise.

"Now. Unless you want me to bend you over my knee first and teach you what happens to disobedient girls."

I turned away from him, pressing my palms flat against the wall and leaning my forehead against the peeling wallpaper. I hoped this was just a bad dream, and that I would wake up anytime now.

He stepped close behind you, his body heat radiating against your bare skin. His rough hands roamed down your sides, possessive and claiming, before grabbing your hips.

"That's better," he growled against your ear, pressing himself flush against your back so you can feel exactly what seeing you naked does to him.

"You feel that, sweet pea? That's what you do to me."

One hand slid up your spine while the other gripped your ass roughly.

"I could take you right now against this wall. Make you understand exactly who you belong to, now." His beard scraped your shoulder. "But I'm gonna make you beg for it first."

The strangers hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as his other hand slides down your stomach, stopping just above your mound. I sealed my lips into a thin line. My body seemed to be reacting on its own, despite the terror in my mind.

"Can't even speak now?" His rough laugh rumbles against your neck. "Good. Means you're learnin' your place." His teeth grazed your shoulder, not quite biting but threatening. "I own every inch of you now. This body? Mine. These pretty sounds you're makin'? Mine."

He spun you around suddenly, backing you against the wall.

"Get on your knees." His belt clinks as he finishes unbuckling it. "Show me you're grateful I saved you from those animals."

I hesitated for a second, my eyes darting down to the fun still in his holdester and the knife on his belt before I slow slid down the wall to my knees.

He towered over you, his dark eyes burning with possession as he unbuttons his jeans slowly, deliberately. His hand gripped your jaw, thumb pressing against your lips, forcing his way inside.

"Open that pretty mouth, darlin'. Gonna teach you how to please me." He frees his thick, cock, already hard and leaking and gripped the base of it, a low groan passing his lips. "And you're gonna take every inch like a good girl."

His other hand tangled in your hair, gripping tight.

"Resist me and I'll make this real uncomfortable for you. But if you're good, if you show me you can behave..." His thumb traced your bottom lip. "Might just reward you later. Now open up."

I parted my lips for him, my bottom lip trembling. The stranger groans low in his throat as he guides his thick cock past my lips, the salty taste of precum hitting your tongue immediately.

"That's it, sweet pea. Just like that," he growled, his grip tightening in your hair as he pushes deeper. "Relax that throat. Gonna take all of me whether you think you can or not."

His hips rocked forward slowly, deliberately stretching your mouth.

"Look at you, on your knees where you belong. So fuckin' pretty like this." He pulls back only to thrust deeper, making you gag.

"Get used to it, darlin'. This is gonna be a regular thing."

Tears welled in the corners of my eyes, a few slipping free down my cheeks. His eyes darkened at the sight of your tears, something primal and possessive flickering across his weathered face. His thrusts become more demanding, rougher.

"That's right, cry for me," he grunted, his grip in your hair brutal as he forces himself deeper down your throat. "Those tears just make you look prettier, sweet pea."

His breathing grew heavier, more ragged.

"Gonna fill that mouth. You swallow every drop, understand?" His hips snapped forward harder, chasing his release.

"Touch yourself. Want you wet and ready for me when I'm done here." His voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument. With a shaky hand, you reach down between your thighs, finding your folds already wet and wanting, your whole body betraying you.

The stranger watched through hooded eyes as your hand disappeared between your legs, a satisfied growl rumbling from his chest.

"That's it. You're already soaked for me, ain't you?" His thrusts became erratic, chasing his release. "Such a dirty girl, gettin' wet from choking on my cock."

With a final brutal thrust, he held your head against him as he came hard, spilling down your throat.

"Swallow it all," *he commands breathlessly, not releasing you until he's certain you've obeyed and swallowed every drop. The taste is bitter and made you grimace.

When he finally pulled his cock from my mouth, I gasped for air as he tucked himself away.

‘On the bed, on your back, legs spread’ his voice was gruff, ‘names Joel by the way. Thought you’d like to know what you’ll be screaming.’

With tear-stained cheeks, you crawled onto the bed and got into the position he wanted you. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but this man - who you now knew as Joel - didn’t look like the gentle lovemaking type. But that chaotic little voice in the back of your head began to speak.

He could probably make you actually cum though…

Sam Winchester was a cruel, cruel man. At the beginning, he had laid you on the bed and told you tonight was going to be all about you. You furrowed your brow at his words. Sam was a very giving lover, always was. You had to almost tie him up to give him a blowjob. But the way he told you tonight was suspcious, and you should have seen it sooner. But when Sams lips where on your skin, you mind was blank. He had managed to strip you completely naked so easily. You should have been suspiscious from the start, you had been hunting with the boys for years now, in a relationship with Sam for half of that time. You knew their ticks, knew their lying faces. You should have seen it. But you didn’t. Not until the cold metal clicked around your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

‘Sam?’ you squeaked, squealing when he wrapped his arm around the top of your thighs and hauled you upwards, throwing you backwards onto the bed. He stared down at you, a hungry look in his eye. He pulled his shirt off and you couldn’t help but rake your eyes down his chest, drooling at the site of him. Your eyes followed his hands as he pulled open the top button of his jeans, his bulge straining against his trousers.

‘Don’t worry, baby…’ he smirked, ‘tonight is all about you.’

He started with his fingers. Those thick, long digits sliding in and out of you, his thumb rubbing on your clit. He managed to draw out two orgasms from you with just his fingers, curling them just right so that it hit that spot that made you see stars.

Just when you thought he would fuck you, he spread your legs further, leaning down and removing his fingers from you, replacing them with his tongue. You screamed so loud you thought Dean would be coming barging through the door at any second, but the walls were thin, and if he hadn’t heard your moans before, he definitely did now. Sam’s tongue was… heaven.

Despite your limbs feeling like absolute jelly after two mind-blowing orgasms, Sam still pulled you up and manhandled you onto the new position he wanted you in. He was now lying on the bed, your thighs framing his face as they trembled. Sam’s large hands rubbed soothing circles on your skin.

‘What’s wrong, baby?’ his question was meant to sound concerned, but the smirk plastered over his lips said otherwise. ‘I thought you liked this position? You’re always begging me to let you right my face.’

Well… Yes… He wasn’t wrong. But when your legs felt like they would buckle at any second, suffocating Sam. You were sure Sam would be able to manhandle you off him before anything serious happened. But you couldn’t articulate any of those thoughts. Not when every breath Sam took was being fanned over your sensitive pussy.

Your mind went completely blank when he finally dived in. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth. He pulled another two out of you in that position, his large hands moving up to your torso to hold you until he was done with you. Your whole body convulsed and shook with pleasure, borderline painful until Sam finally pulled away from your poor, puffy clit.

He gently lowered you down onto his lap, your whole body numb and shaking with the aftershocks of four orgasms. Sam sat up, cradling you between his thighs, his lips and chin wet with your release.

‘Aww, baby…’ he cooed, cupping your cheeks in his large hands. ‘You crying?’ he asked, his thumb swiping across your cheek. Sure enough, he lifted his hand to show you the tears that you didn’t even realise had fallen down your cheeks. He stared down at you. Your whole body flushed, covered in a thin layer of sweat, hair messy from where you had squirmed and begged. Sam was sure if that he turned you over, he would see bright red lines on your wrists from where you had pulled and strained against the cuffs. These weren’t some cheap sex shop cuffs, these were the real deal, you wouldn’t be getting out of those until Sam unlocked them, the key tucked away safely in his pocket.

He leaned over, pressing gently kisses to your cheeks, pulling a gentle hum from your lips.

‘We’re not finished yet baby…’ he whispered, making your eyes snap open.

‘Sam…’ You gasped, still trying to regular your breathing, ‘I-I can’t… Not anymore… please…’ you pleaded, but Sam you knew all too well. His fingers drew light circles on your thighs. He was waiting for it. Waiting for you to say your safeword, the one you had agreed with Sam for any situation, no matter what the circumstances. It meant you needed help, needed to stop. But you didn’t say it, so he wasn’t stopping.

He gathered you into his arms and for a second, you thought he might have decided himself that you were done. But when he placed on the bed on your front, and pulled you hips up so your ass was in the air, you knew he wasn’t done. You couldn’t see anything, your face mushed into the pillows, your body too weak to move yourself. But you heard it all, the rustling of his jeans and boxers as he pushed them down. The low groan from Sam as he stroked himself. The moan from your own lips as Sam rubbed the tip of his cock along your folders, soaking himself in your juices which where already running down your thighs.

He pushed in slowly, agonisingly slowly. It felt like hours before his pelvis was flush against your ass. Despite the orgasms and the dripping juices, Sam cock still stretched you. It was a delicious burn that brought your body back to life, your hips bucking on their own.

‘See baby…’ Sam laughed, grabbing your hips to still you, ‘you’re not done yet.’

That was all the warning you got before he suddenly started a brutal pace, his hips smacking into your with a force that shook your whole body. At this point he was using you as a rag doll, pushing and pulling your hips to match his pace, your whole body on fire as the pleasure built again. It was one thing when Sam was dragging orgasm’s out of you, but when you heard Sam's groans alongside it? It sent you feral. Your body moaning and writhing with pleasure you didn’t think was possible.

And if that wasn’t enough, Sam leaned over your body, your back pressed to his chest and groaned in your ear, filthy words spilling from his lips.

‘Come on, baby. You gonna cum for me again? Can you little hole take it? His fingers found your puffy clit, all it took was one tap, and you were screaming with your fifth orgasm of the night. The pleasure was painful now. Your vision going white as Sam continued to fuck you, desperately chasing his own orgasm until he suddenly stilled, his cock pulsing and painting your insides white with his cum.

Sam didn’t say anything, with his cock still buried inside you, he fished the key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs, your arms falling to your side with a hiss, the stiffness in your muscles suddenly evident. He slowly pulled out of you, a whine leaving your throat at the sudden empty feeling. He gently rearrange your body so that he could lie on the bed and pull you on top of him, your face instantly nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

‘You did so good, baby.’ he whispered against your skin, his large hand sprayed against your back, running soothing circles. You hummed in response, sleeping, lulling your exhausted body.

‘Need a shower…’ you eventually said, the feeling of sex and sweat sticking to your skin.

‘We’ll shower in the morning.’ he reassured you, holding you tighter as if you would try and walk away to the bathroom. As if you could even walk right now.

‘I love you, baby.’ Sam whispered.

‘hmm, love you Sammy.’ you managed to whisper before falling to sleep.

After your kiss, you had convinced yourself you had gone insane. Kissing Thomas Shelby?! Even on the cheek, you must have lost your actual mind. The man brought you; he had brought you, quite literally, from your father. But… In doing so, he’s also saved you. He had ended the business with your father and made sure he would never bother you again. You had to thank him somehow; a kiss on the cheek was probably the least you could do for him. You quickly changed into your nightgown, carefully hanging the dress back in your wardrobe, which was now full of clothes. You made a mental note of all the other burgundy dresses in the wardrobe.

Slipping under the covers, you finally felt it. For the first time in years you were comfortable enough to fall into a peaceful sleep…

It didn’t last long. You were startled awake but a loud bang. You bolted up right, the noise echoing through the hallways and setting you on edge. Another loud bang made you fly out of bed, away from the main door and onto the floor to hid away. You had heard banging before. Your father was would often bang through the hallways in a drunken state, but this was different. The bangs weren’t followed with a clattering of objects as they were knocked on the floor. These bangs were followed with silence. After a moment, you stood on shaky limbs, more bangs followed my more silence.

Eventually, you made it to the bedroom door, your body jumping every time a bang rang out in the house. You cracked open the door, the sound echoing through the hall and became familiar. Gunshots.

You used to hear them when your father would go shooting on the grounds, proudly bringing home a pheasant that he would make you sit and eat with him, despite your protests for your distaste of the bird.

Was Tommy involved in some kind of fight? Had someone tried to break in? No. No one with half a brain was dumb enough to try and break into Arrow House. Despite your better judgment, your worry for Tommy got the better of you. Slipping out of the bedroom, you silently made your way towards the sound of the gunfire. The study. The staff would all be at home, it would be just you and Tommy - and whoever else might be in the house.

The study door was wide open, and you could see inside it was empty, apart from Tommy. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against his desk, the only light from his desk lamp. You quietly stepped into the doorway.

‘Tommy?’ you whispered into the darkness. Tommy hummed in response to his name, but didn’t move. You stepped inside, walking along the wall as you stepped closer to him. You stopped the gun on the floor next to him, with an empty bottle of whiskey on the other side of him. You scowled. Was Tommy just like your father? A drunkard who pretended to be kind until he got you in his trap and showed you his true colours.

Either way, you were his wife now. You had duties. Stepping up to the desk, you used your foot to kick the gun away from your both, kneeling in it’s place. Taking a breath, you cupped Tommy’s face in your hands and pulled it up to face you. You expected to see a face of drunken rage, but all you saw was tears. He finally looked at you, registering who was sitting in front of him.

‘I’m sorry.’ he whispered, shaking his head free of your hands and sitting up straighter, ‘I didn’t mean to wake you. You should go back to sleep.’ he murmured, grabbing the whiskey bottle. You expected him to take another sip, trying to get the last few dregs from the bottle, but he pushed it away.

‘You should be asleep also.’ you reasoned, ‘why are you not?’

‘They don’t stop.’ Tommy answered, looking down at his lap.

‘What don’t?’

‘The nightmares,’ he whispered, a few fresh tears sliding down his cheeks.

You were sure no one had ever seen Tommy Shelby this vulnerable. And you were sure that if he wasn’t drunk, you wouldn’t be seeing it either. You moved yourself to lean against the desk next to Tommy, your shoulder nudging his.

‘I have nightmares.’ you confessed, grabbing his hand and pulling it into your lap. Tommy stiffened for a second, but quickly relaxed, with his palm open on your lap, you draw small circles with your fingertip, tapping his fingers lightly whenever the mood suited.

‘Shooting a gun doesn’t really help me.’ you whispered, a small smile playing on your lips, ‘but I suppose whatever keeps them away works. I like to take walks in the garden. I had to slip out of the window but it’s always peaceful at night and I-’ you stopped suddenly when Tommy’s head dropped onto your shoulder, soft snores coming from his lips.

At least he’s asleep.

You adjusted yourself slightly without waking him, trying to get yourself into a more comfortable position, but you knew you would wake up tomorrow with stiff limbs and a numb bum.

You were awoken the next day when you were jostled gently, followed by the quiet mumbling.

‘Shit…’ That was Tommy’s voice. You forced your eyes open, still feeling groggy with sleep. You weren’t on the hard floor anymore, but suspended in the air, held there by two strong arms. Tommy was carrying you up the stairs, cradled against his chest. You didn’t move as he carried you, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being against Tommy’s solid figure for a moment.

Only for a moment, because apprently no one could fool Tommy.

‘Good Sleep?’ he chuckled, kicking your bedroom door open and walking towards your bed.

‘Would have been better not on the floor.’ you whispered without thinking, the sleepiness that still clouded your mind was inhibiting your senses. So much so that when Tommy laid you on your bed and pulled away, you actually whine and reached out for him.

Tommy chuckeled at your movements. This was probably the most complient he had seen you since you got to Arrow house. He remembered his promise. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as you tried your hardest to stay awake. You had managed to grab one of his hands, clutching it in yours as if he might disappear.

With his free hand, he truck brushed away some of the stray hairs on your forehead, gently cupping your cheek.

‘I have to go out for work today. Would you like to join me?’ he asked gently, ‘you can show off your new dresses.’ he smiled when you smiled, giving him a sleepy nod before you would stop yourself.

‘I think you’ll need to wake up to do that, sweetheart. The maids have already started breakfast. Meet me in the dining room in half an hour.’

He slowly pulled his hand from your grip and recluantly stood, leaving the room silently. You rolled onto your back, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and finally processing what had just happened.

You had agreed to go to work with Thomas Shelby. You had curled into his chest. You had grabbed his hand! Yep. You were insane.

By the time you and Ada made it back to the car, you thought you might need another car to transport things home. Ada has made you buy the works, a whole new wardrobe and everything you could ever think of to go with it. You had several new pairs of shoes, many new coats, fine new jewellery and even some brand new makeup. To top of it all off, Ada had brought you some new luggage for all you ‘wifely travels’ as she called it. The words ‘put it on the Shelby Account’, had become ingrained into your brain now, like it was almost second nature to her.

‘Once the dresses are tailored they’ll be delivered to your door, they always do perfect mesasurements.’ Ada said as she climbed into the car behind you. You couldn’t help but smile at her, feeling spoil and happy for the first time in a long time.

‘Tommy won’t be able to keep his hands off of you when he sees you in all of these.’ Ada chuckled. Your smile dropped, your body going rigid at the thought. Surely a few new clothes wouldn’t make Tommy break his promise to you, would it? You pressed yourself into the corner of the car, your mind racing. Thankfully Ada filled the silence with more small talk.

You had finally managed to relax by the time the car made it back to Arrow House, convincing yourself that if anything - spending all of Tommy’s money might just make him annoyed enough at you that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere near you. You should have been happy at that thought, being left alone, but being left along by Tommy Shelby? For some reason that seemed to make your chest clench.

As the car pulled around the fountain into park, your breath caught. You recongised the car in front of you, a little too well.

‘Isn’t that your father’s car?’ Ada mused, a smile crossing her lips as she exited the vehicle first. You pressed further into the seat, hoping it would swallow you up into nothing. You needed breath, but you couldn’t. Your body refused to take a breath and refused to move out of the car. Ada was too busy ordering the staff about to notice your reluctance. You finally took a breath when you lungs begged for air, finally pushing off the seat and out of the car. By that time, all of the boxes had been unloaded and Ada was waiting outside the main door for you.

She said nothing as she entered ahead of you, making a beline for the office. You glanced at the pile of boxes that had been placed in the foyer, slowly making their way upstairs via the mades, and followed Ada into the office. You stopped in the doorway, the colour draining from your face as you watched Ada greet your father with a hug and a warm smile. He returned the guesture, giving her a smile that he would never give you. One of genuine affection. You lingered in the doorway, unsure whether you should step in. This wasn’t like your childhood home, where women were never allowed in the office space. Ada was in there for a start. This was also the Shelby home. This was your home. You should be able to go where you please, right?

‘Don’t linger in the doorway.’ your fathers voice cut through your thoughts, a shiver running down your spine. ‘Come in.’ he waved his hand at you, guesturing for you to come inside. His tone was full of fake kindness, the one he used to use in front of house guests that warned you of a beating later.

You’re not at home anymore. You’re in the Shelby household now. You reminded yourself, slowly stepping into the room, that smelled of cigar smoke and whiskey. Your father pulled you into a tight hug.

‘I hope you’re behaving for him.’ he whispered into your ear, only loud enough for you to hear. You stiffened as he pulled away, turning to talk to Ada.

You quickly took a breath and plastered a fake smile over your lips, hoping no one would notice. But Tommy did. he was sat on the settee at the far side of the room, one leg crossed over the other and his arms stretched out along the back as if he owned everything - which of course, he did. He was scowling, but not at you, at your father.

‘Come and sit,’ Tommy beckoned you over to him, and for the first time, you were grateful to be close to him. You quickly ran over to him, taking your seat next to him. Your father sat on the other settee, sitting as close to you as possible it seemed, and Ada took a seat next to him.

‘Are you settling in well?’ he asked, his eyes scanning over the both you and Tommy. You shuffled uncomfortably, but Tommy was quick to move his hand from the back of the settee to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and giving it a reassuirng squeeze. You expected your body to stiffen, to go rigid. But it was the opposite, your body reacted on it’s own, relaxing into him. You wrung your hands together in your lap, unsure how to answer him.

‘We’re settling in just fine. Aren’t we, darling.’ Tommy answered for you, giving you a chance to just nod along. ‘You’re father and I were just discussing some final business.’ Tommy explained.

‘Final business’? does that mean you?

The way your father shuffled slightly told you everything you needed to know. You looked over him, only now noticing the sweat on his brow, his collar askew as if someone had grabbed him buy it. Had Tommy done that?

The conversation between Tommy and your father went on a little longer, with Ada dropping the occsional setnence in until Ada finally annouced her leaving.

‘If I don’t go home soon who knows what kind of mess the boys will be in.’ she laughed.

‘I should be heading out too, that big house feels mightly lonely now that it’s empty.’ your father chuckled. Thankfully Tommy was the only one looking at you when you grimiced. That house was always empty, you were only ever allowed in a few rooms of it. Ada gave you a tight hug and you thanked her for the day out, but when your father gave you a hug, you barely wrapped your arms around him.

‘Spread your legs him nice and wide remember?’ your father mumbled, your body going rigid once more that you were sure you’d end up with some kind of sore muscles tomorrow. He pulled away from you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before following Ada out the door.

You stood frozen in the foyer, listening to both cars start up and the steady hum of them driving away. Tommy stood next to you, watching you carefully.

‘What did he say to you?’ Tommy finally asked, he didn’t make a move to touch you, his broken promises coming back into play.

‘H-He told me to spread my legs for you.’ you mumbled, staring down at the ground before adding, ‘nice and wide.’ Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Tommy rub his hand over the bottom of his face, shaking his head.

‘I fucking told him.’ he growled, more tears fell down your cheeks. Your assumption was right, Tommy had said something to your father during that ‘final business’. You tried to stifle the sob that slipped past your lips, but as always, Tommy missed nothing. He didn’t waste a second pulling you into his arms, and you welcomed it, balling your fists into the back of his waistcoat as you cried into his chest.

You were so used to crying into your own knees at night that this felt forgein, the warmth of another person, comforting you, holding you tightlyand refusing to let go. He rubbed soothing circles on the small of your back, his other on the nape of your neck, cradling your head gently. Tommy pressed his lips to the top of your head, humming a tune you didn’t quiet recongise as he began to sway you both gently. It was comforting, held tightly in his embrace until your sobs stopped.

He slowed pulled away, his hand moving around your neck to cup your face. He froze there, his other hand still keeping you pressed flush against him.

‘You look beautiful in this.’ his eyes moved down to your dress, ‘red looks great on you.’ he gave you a small smile, which only grew when a deep red blush covered your cheeks.

‘I told him never to come round here again. That our business was over and he was never to look in your direction again unless I was present. He clearly still thinks he can take liberties,’ he huffed. He pulled away from you enough to take your hand, lading you away from the foyer.

‘The maids should have finished putting your things away now. Ada said there was more to come,’ he asked as you walked up the stairs together.

‘Some things needed to be tailored,’ you mumbled.

‘I’d love to see it all when it comes.’ Tommy stopped just outside of the door to your room, pushing the door open for you.

‘I’ll be in my study until late, so if you need anything,’ he paused, looking down at you, ‘anything at all, come and get me.’

Before you could think too much and stop yourself, you leaned up onto your tiptoes and pressed your lips against your cheek.

‘Goodnight Tommy.’ You quickly darted into your room and shut the door behind you, but not before you caught a glance of Tommy’s wide eyes and parted lips. You leaned against the doorway, slowly sliding down to the floor as a grin spread across your lips.

‘Fuuuck, Steve,’ you cried, your legs clamping down on him for what felt like the millionth time tonight. Eddie was behind you, his chest pressed to your back and his hands cupping your breasts. With Eddie’s belt holding your wrists together behind your back, all you could do was writhe and moan beneath them, cupping Eddie’s clothed cock whenever you could reach.

You weren’t 100% sure how you ended up like this… Well, you did, and it was Robin’s fault.

You were all hanging out in Eddie’s trailer, empty for the night. Steve had brought a case of beer and introduced everyone to ‘Never Have I ever’. The more you all drank, the worse the rounds became. You ended up with your feet in Eddie’s lap, your back against Steve’s chest. You had been dating both boys for a couple of months now, and while it took you some time to find a rhythm, you thought you thought the three of you had come pretty far. That was, until Robin gave you the most evil smirk before asking her question.

‘Never have I ever faked an orgasm,’ she grinned, her jaw dropping when Nancy took a sip of her beer, avoiding looking at Jonathan. There was a chorus of laughter as Nancy’s cheeks turned red. But before the boys could tease him, you took a sip of your own beer.

‘I’m sorry, what now?’ Eddie scoffed, looking down at your red cheeks. Steve looked down at you too, his face scrunched in disbelief.

‘Everyone does it!’ Nancy tried to defend both herself and you, both of you glaring daggers at Robin as she was doubled over, still laughing.

‘Yeah!’ you chorused, ‘you get to in your head, you can’t focus. Sometimes you just have to get it out of the way.’ You sealed your lips, catching the disapproving stares of all three boys on their prospective girlfriends. The night ended pretty quickly after that. Nancy and Jonathan took Robin home, Robin being a little more drunk than the rest of you. Steve waved them off as you collected the bottles from the table into a plastic bag. As soon as the door was closed, Steve turned to you.

‘So you fake orgasms, huh?’ he words made you freeze, half bent over, picking up the final bottle. You quickly straightened, your cheeks turning red as you turned the kitchen, hoping for a sanctuary. But Eddie was standing in the doorway, arms across over his chest and his eyebrow raised. You pulled your lips into a thin line, slowly turning back to Steve.

‘It was one time!’ you blurted, ‘everything was still so new and I didn’t want to disappoint you.’ Once you started, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. Behind you, Eddie laughed.

‘Sounds like you’re not as good as you think you are, Harrington.’ Your cheeks turned even redder as you turned to Eddie.

‘It was when we all first got together,’ you clarified, watching Eddie’s face drop.

‘You’re kidding,’ he scoffed.

You jumped when the rubbish bag was taken from your hand and discarded on the floor, you hadn’t realised Steve was right behind you now.

‘So you lied to us both?’ Steve almost sounded hurt, but as you looked up at him, his pupils blown wide, you knew he was already planning something sinister.

‘I’m sorry?’ you offered the apology, looking between both boy. They shared a look, one you always hated. Since you had found this rhythm, so had they. Seemingly having silent conversations on the best way to ruin you. Turns out, they had a plan.

Eddie strode over to you in a few steps, caging you between the two boys.

‘I think we’re going to need to rectify this.’ Eddie said, speaking to Steve. Steve hummed in agreement and the both stepped forward, sandwiching you between them, Eddies chest pressed to your back, Steve’s chest pressed to yours. You looked up at Steve, your lips parted to speak but no words came.

‘Can’t let our girl go unpleased, can we?’ Steve said, his finger drifting under your chin, pulling your face up higher. He leaned down, closing the gap between you until his lips touched yours, his kiss drowning you immediately.

You didn’t register Eddie behind you until it was too late. He had shed his belt, using it to wrap around your wrists and lock them into place behind your back. You pulled away from Steve’s lips to gasp.

‘Eddie!’

‘Just gotta make sure you’re not going to try and distract us, sweetheart. We know how much you like our cocks.’ Eddie grinned over your shoulder, you caught him winking at Steve.

That felt like hours ago now. Eddie carried you over his shoulder to the bedroom, stripping you of all the clothes on your bottom half, your top and bra being pushed up and out of the way. They were both still fully dressed. They had taken it in turns at first, both making you cum, comparing their notes as if you were some sort of science experiment. The more you came, the more pilant you became. They moved you around easily, having you on your back, on your knees, with your face pressing into the mattress. You had even been forced to sit on Steve’s face while Eddie nipped and sucked at your breasts. You didn’t have a single complaint. Your body willingly gave itself to them.

Steve had a talent with his tongue, licking, nipping, swirling it around your pussy as if it was his last meal on earth. Eddie’s talent was with his fingers, his rings seemed to make everything more sensitive - or maybe that was the 6 orgasms they had already pulled from you.

Your body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. The boys had stripped down to their underwear, Eddie cradling your body against his as Steve buried his face into your cunt.

‘Please…’ you whimpered, you weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore. To stop? To keep going?

Steve pulled away from you, the high from your latest orgasm slowly ebbing away. Steve’s lips and chin were glistening with your juices, and you’re pretty sure if you looked at sheets beneath you there would be a dark patch waiting.

‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ Steve’s faux caring tone made Eddie chuckle, his chest vibrating behind you. In the back of your mind, you were hoping you weren’t squishing Eddie. Your whole body weight was leaning against him, pressing him to the headboard. If he was being squished, he wasn’t saying anything. His hands were busy with your nipples, pinching and squashing the flesh in his large hands.

‘Too much for you?’ Eddie offered the answer, and you nodded, your head falling back onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie and Steve shared another look.

‘I think she’s done.’ Eddie smiled.

‘I dunno, do you think we know enough to know if she’s faking again?’ Steve asked, smirking as you responded with a whine.

‘’m sorry…’ you mumbled into Eddie’s neck, ‘won’t ever do it again, promise.’ you hoped that would satisfy them. You were pretty sure you’d die if they forced any more orgasms out of you. You’d die happy, though.

‘Okay, pretty girl.’ Steve cooed, leaning forward to swipe a few damp hairs off of your forehead.

‘Why doesn’t Steve take you the bathroom to get cleaned up and I’ll changed the sheets?’ Eddie offered, his hands leaving your breasts to slip behind you and loosen the belt around your wrists. You hissed as Eddie brought your hands forward, your limbs feeling stiff.

Eddie guided your arms up to wrap around Steve’s neck as he gathered you into his arms.

‘Come on, babygirl.’ he whispered, carrying you towards the bathroom while you heard the rustling of Eddie changing the sheets.

‘What about you two?’ you asked, Steve chuckled, closing the toilet seat with his foot before setting you down on top of it.

‘Don’t you worry about us, babygirl. We needed to make sure you were satisfied.’ He turned the shower on and turned back to you, cupping your face in his hands.

‘Are you satisfied?’ he asked. You quickly nodded, a lazy grin spreading across your features. Yes, you were satisfied, and you were sure that if this was the punishment for faking an orgasm, you’d definitely get caught next time…

You had managed to finish off the croissant on your plate and another pastry before Tommy called for you. You were quick to jump up, practically running towards the sound despite not knowing where you were going. Thankfully, Tommy was just outside of the dining room, standing in the foyer with a woman you recognised but couldn’t quite place.

‘Is this why you asked me to bring the dress?’ she asked, her accent matching Tommy’s and most of the others you had heard yesterday.

‘Y/N, you remember my sister, Ada.’ he was being oddly kind, he knew you didn’t remember anything from yesterday, too drugged up let anything stick. But you didn’t say anything, you just nodded, clasping your hands in front of you and bowing your head.

‘I-It’s love to meet you again, Ada.’ you mumbled.

‘Christ, Tommy. I thought it was just the nerves keeping her quiet yesterday. What you done to ‘er?’ she asked, you bit your lip at Ada’s question, keeping your gaze on the floor.

‘I’m trying to figure that out myself.’ Tommy mumbled, and then he quickly moved on, ‘did you bring it?’ he asked.

As you looked up you saw Ada pulling a dress from her purse.

‘I never pegged you as a cross-dresser, Tommy.’ she grinned, seemingly enjoying the way her brother’s brow furrowed in annoyance. You couldn’t help but stare for a second; it was adorable.

‘It’s not for me,’ he snapped, ‘Y/N’s father sent her without any clothes. I need you to take her shopping. Whole new wardrobe, underwear, stockings, accessories, whatever she wants,’ he explained. Your jaw dropped.

‘You want me to take her shopping?’ she asked, when Tommy gave a nod of confirmation. Ada grinned. ‘Amazing.’ she pushed the dress into your hands, ‘Put this on, I know exactly where we’re going!’ You looked over to Tommy, waiting for his permission to move.

‘You’ll be safe with Ada. I’ll have a few of my men with you to,’ he caught Ada’s glare before adding, ‘to carry your bags.’

The dress was loose on you, but it couldn’t be seen under the coat Ada has also given you when you exited the manor and faced the cold morning. The car ride back to the town was silent. You weren’t sure what to say.

‘Why didn’t your father send you with anything?’ Ada broke the silence with a question. You pulled your lips into a thin line, not sure how much you should tell her. Did she know that this was nothing but a seedy deal between your father and Thomas Shelby? Or did she think this was a marriage of love and devotion?

‘I don’t have many things,’ you offered, hoping the answer would satisfy her. It seemed to, as she nodded and looked ahead.

‘We’ll change that,’ she gave you a warm smile and grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You had never had a sister before, and you couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through your chest at the thought of someone being so kind to you.

For the rest of the ride, Ada told you about her son Carl and Husband Freddie. How they are both currently at Polly’s and once you’d done your shopping, you should stop by before heading back, meet people properly without the wedding hustle and bustle. The more Ada talked, the more relaxed you felt. She wasn’t poking you for information, she was throwing it all at you in what you assumed was an attempt to give you more family knowledge.

When the car came to a stop, you realised you were in the middle of Birmingham city. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been into the city, years had passed in the confines of the manor house. Ada dragged you out of the car and into the first shop she came across.

‘Mrs. Thorne,’ the sails assistant greeted Ada warmly, her gaze flicking to you briefly. ‘We are so glad to see you again. I see you’ve brought a friend.’ she turned to you fully, giving you a warm smile. You tried to stand tall, Tommy’s words echoing in your head.

You’re a Shelby now

The Shelby’s were well known in Birmingham, and you’re sure Tommy wouldn’t respond well to a rumour of an ill-mannered wife. You opened your mouth to speak, but Ada spoke first.

‘We need a full wardrobe, everything down to the underwear,’ she ordered, ‘day and evening wear too.’ Your cheeks heated up as she spoke, but the assistant didn’t flinch, she simply nodded, making a mental note in her head before gesturing for you to follow her.

‘This way, ma’am. We’ll get you all measured up.’

You didn’t think you’d ever been fawned over so much in your life. As soon as you went through the velvet curtains of the shop, several assistants were on you, measuring various parts of your body, showing you different options for underwear, slips, dresses, even a few trousers and shirt options. Ada took a seat on the chaise lounge in one corner, enjoying tea and sandwiches as she watched you being fawned her.

Within the hour, you were standing in just your wedding slip, surrounded by rails of clothes, boxes of underwear and slips, all waiting for your decision.

‘You just need something to wear out today.’ Ada encourages, holding up a nude colour slip and stockings. You nodded, grateful to get out of the pure white slip and stockings your father had put you in, promising it would make Thomas Shelby go feral for you. You quickly changed into the items Ada gave you, scowling at the slip on the floor before heading back into the main room. Ada was already holding up a dress for you.

‘This’ll look lovely on you.’ she handed you a maroon coloured knee-length pencil dress, the fabric was so soft against your fingers, and you couldn’t help sigh at the feeling off.

‘Try it on.’ she encouraged. You quickly slipped the dress over your head, the fabric gliding over your skin easily and enveloping you in warmth. Ada helped you to zip up the dress, the silhouette hugging your curves in all the right places.

‘It’s perfect!’ Ada clapped her hands together in victory, ‘now we just need to sort out those.’ she turned and scowled at pair of white heels that you had abanadoned next to the chaise while changing. They had become dirty and discoloured during your trip today, the puddles in the city streets your worst enemy.

Ada handed you a pair of brown lace up heels.

You barely slept though the night, you fluttering in and out of sleep as but everything seemed to wake you. Half the noises you were sure were just made up in your head, the other half you could tell were the fault of a spacing man in the room below yours. You suspected it was Mr Shelby, but you wondered what room was below; was it his office? The sitting room? Part of you wondered if he might come back, taking back his word and just taking what he wanted from you. But the door remained closed, you had memorised the very grain as you spent most of the night staring at it, noting the lock on the door that was thankfully lockable from the inside - not just the outside as your previous room had been.

You gave up on sleep when the sun peaked over the hills, filling the room with the low light as you realised the curtains had not been closed. You moved from the bed to the mirror beside your wardrobe. You couldn’t bare to look at yourself yesterday, dressed in a gown that wasn’t yours, but was supposed to be the most important one you’ll ever wear. Now you had slept in the thing. It was wrinkled, lopsided, wrong. Your hair was dishevelled from your tossing and turning, slightly sticking up on one side when you had forced yourself to be still. You almost laughed at your reflection, if anyone could see you now, they’d think you’ve lost your mind.

Your fingers moved along the buttons of the dress carefully, slipping out it of it was if it would tear beneath your touch. You were supposed to cherish it after all. Once you stood in just your slip, you turned back to the wardrobe. As you pulled it open, you expected to find a rail of clothing your father had forwarded for you, not the emptiness that stared back at you. The only thing that hung in the wardrobe was a dressing gown. A man’s dressing gown. Mr Shelby’s, perhaps? Had he intended to use it once he was done with you? If so, what stopped him?

You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of knocking at the door.

‘Mrs. Shelby?’ A young woman's voice spoke through the wood, ‘The master requests you join him for breakfast.’ A maid. Sent up to fetch you for the man himself. You turned back the bed, the gown lay carefully on top of the covers. There was no time to put it back on; the buttons would take too long. And the longer you made him wait, the worse the punishment could be. With little choice, you pulled the robe from it’s hanger and shoved your arms into the sleeves, tying a knot around your waist. It was very obvious that it to big for you, the hem of the robe settling almost at your ankles, your white stocking-clad feet peaking out from under the material.

Opening the door, you were greeted by a young woman with a warm smile on her face. It fractured slightly when she took in your figure, clad in a robe that wasn’t suitable for a young women, but she said nothing.

‘This way, ma’am.’ the maid guided you through the hallways and down the stairs, back towards the main foyer.

‘What’s it like here?’ you whispered, almost afraid to ask the question, you’ve come to learn even the maids could rat you out to the man of the house. The maid turned to you, her eyes studying your face before he answering.

‘Mr. Shelby is in and out of the house a lot on business. But there is always work to be done.’ she spoke as you descended the stairs together.

‘He spends the majority of his time here in the office, that’s right below your room, ma’am.’ you nodded, trying to absorb all the information you could. Your assumption was correct. The office was directly below your room. You briefly wondered if it was anything like your father’s study - where the men would smoke and discuss business. The place where he would discuss getting the things he wanted.

Whatever he wants. Just give it to him.

Your father’s words echoed in the back of your mind. If he didn’t want to have you last night, whatever could he want from you?

The maid stopped at the edge of a doorway, stepping out of the way and nodding at you to enter alone. You swallowed, taking in a breath as you stepped into the large dining room. Everything here seemed so big and spacious, but there was a corner that seemed empty. There was a long table in the centre of the room, with enough chairs around it to seat at least ten people on either side, with one more at each end. At the far end, Mr. Shelby sat, paper in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read. The plate in front of him was untouched, laid out perfectly, waiting for a meal. To the right of him, another plate was laid out the same, with the chair slightly pulled out, waiting for you.

You tried to make your way to the table silently, bare feet helping that idea until you stepped on a creaky floorboard, Mr Shelby’s attention finally turning to you. You froze, expecting some kind of scolding for disturbing his peace. But he said nothing, he carefully folded the paper and laid it down next to his plate and stood. Your whole body was tense. Was the scolding going to come with a beating? He pulled the chair out next to him without a word, gesturing for you to sit. You moved quickly, not wanting to anger him any further - if that’s what you were even doing. He seemed too calm for it, too pleasant. He tucked you into the chair against the table and retook his seat at the head.

‘Thank you, Mr. Shelby.’ you mumbled, looking down at your lap.

‘Now, now.’ he pulled the paper back into his lap, adjusting his glasses as he continued to read. ‘We’ve already discussed this.’ his tone was one you had heard too many times, low and dangerous. A warning that was usually followed by something much worse.

‘My apologies, Tommy.’ You stared down at your hands in your lap.

‘Have some breakfast,’ he said, moving on quickly, nodding to the table in front of you. Beyond the two plates that were laid out for each of you, there was an array of pastries, fruit and teapots with small sugar bowls and milk jugs.

‘Tea or coffee?’ he asked, folding the paper in half and looking at you expectantly.

‘Tea please.’ you mumbled, keeping your head down but watching him from under your lashes. He picked up the shorter of the teapots and poured the tea into the cup in front of you.

It was almost as if you were actually husband and wife, and not some seedy deal by your father to get out of his debts. You had to remember that. This wasn’t a man who loved you. This was a man who barely even knew you. Who was over a decade older than you and probably married you because he thought you would be a good child bearer. But he hadn’t touched you. And the promise he had made last night.

‘You’ll not be touched without consent.’

Thomas Shelby made absolutely no sense.

‘You must eat something,’ he encouraged, bringing your focus back in front of you. ‘you didn’t eat anything yesterday.’

He noticed that?

You had been too drugged up and nervous to eat anything put in front of you, but you picked at it, moved the food around the plate as if it had been eaten. You looked over the array of pastries in front of you. They were fresh, warm and waiting.

‘The cook can also whip something up for you, sausage, eggs, name it.’ he offered, but he caught your stare at the croissants in front of you, your favourite. Tommy wordlessly picked up one of the croissants and dropped it onto the plate in front of you.

The smell hit your nostrils immediately, your mouth watering, and it was still warm too. You mumbled a quick thank you and began pulling it apart, forcing yourself not to wolf it down. As soon as the first bite hit your stomach, it growled, loud enough for everyone to hear. You flushed, looking over to Tommy, who hadn’t looked up from his newspaper, but the slight quirk in his lips told you he heard it loud and clear. The two of you sat in silence as you finished off the pastry, your stomach becoming quiet at the feeling of being fall. A sensation you had not felt in some time.

‘I have to ask.’ Tommy suddenly spoke, putting down his paper and pulling off his glasses, laying them on the table gently. You looked him up, eyes wide, mind racing with all the things you could have done to upset him.

‘Why are you wearing my old robe?’ The slight quirk on his lips was back.

‘I-I’m sorry.’ you stuttered, ‘i-it was the only thing in the wardrobe this morning and I-’

‘I’m not mad, love.’ Tommy interrupted you before you could begin to ramble, and you were thankful for it. Usually, the rambling is what makes things worse. ‘It’s quite nice to see you in my clothes.’ He smirked as you turned an even deeper shade of red, and you briefly wondered if this would be your permanent state from now on.

‘But don’t you have your own robe?’ he asked, you stared down at your lap. You didn’t have your own robe. At home. But it was old and ratty, full of holes. Tommy’s was warm, soft and inviting; you couldn’t deny that.

‘I-I don’t have anything here,’ you whispered. Tommy’s smirk dropped, his eyes narrowing. Your whole body froze, fear building in the pit of your stomach. Should you not have spoken at all? Did he expect you to strip off the robe in front of him and bare yourself on the breakfast table for him?

‘Your father was supposed to send your items ahead.’ His voice was low, filled with annoyance, but this time, not at you. ‘There is nothing in your wardrobes?’ he asked. You quickly shook your head.

‘Very well.’ he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand over the bottom half of his face, he was thinking. Of what? How could he twist this and punish you for having nothing to wear? Would he force you back into that dress or make you walk around in nothing but your slip?

‘I’ll call Ada.’ he finally spoke, ‘she’ll have something you can borrow for the day and take you shopping for a new wardrobe,’ he announced.

‘Ada?’ you echoed, you had heard that name before; someone at the wedding she introduced herself with that name at the wedding.

‘My sister.’ Tommy answered, and you suddenly felt very stupid.

‘O-of course. I’m so sorry-’ you started, but you were silenced when he stood from his chair. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the slap, the punch, the gaping of your collar and the threatening words. But none of that came. Instead, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, still making you jump.

‘You need to stop apologising.’ You opened your eyes to the sound of Tommy’s voice, inhaling sharply when you realised how close he had suddenly gotten to you.

‘You’re a Shelby now. We’ll sort you out.’ he pulled you forward by your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He pulled away and left the room without another word. You should have reminded of his promise not to touch you without permission.

But you found yourself not annoyed or violated by his behaviour. You felt the warmth in your chest, the tiniest of smiles crossing your features at his words and his actions.

You stood in the foyer of the mansion, feeling dwarfed by it’s sheer size. You shouldn’t feel so out of place, after all, this was your home now. Wasn’t it? You were married to the man who owned it, so it was yours.

‘Are you coming in or are you gonna stand there gawking all night?’ The male voice brought you back to reality, and you turned, your gaze barely making out the figure in the shadows. His face was suddenly lit up when he flicked the lighter on, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from his lips. Thomas Shelby, your new husband. You wrinkled your nose; you hated the smell of smoke. Your father has always smoked in his office, but the smell seemed to permeate the walls of your home. You old home, you suppose. It was one of those office meetings that had gotten you into all of this mess.

Your father was a betting man; you always knew that. He never got himself into too much debt and somehow managed to wrangle his way out of it. Time and time again. Until now. Until he got into debt with the Peaky Blinders. A debt he couldn’t wrangle his way out of. And what else was the poor man supposed to do except sell his daughter into a marriage with a man who was more than a decade older than her?

You took a breath, waiting to feel the anger, the resentment. But nothing came; it was probably something to do with those pills. You stepped further into the mansion, clutching the tiny pearl purse as you moved.

‘This way.’ His voice was rough, turning away from you and leading you up the stairs. As you walked, your fathers words echoed in the back of your head.

‘Speak your legs for him, darling. Whatever he wants. Just give it to him. These will help. That’s when he shoved the pills into your purse, promising you that whatever happened on your wedding night would be a lot better with those. He had forced one down your throat before the ceremony. It had made you feel lightheaded, floaty, like you were drunk without having to down the whole bottle of vodka. But now the pill was beginning to wear off and, as much as you didn’t want to, you thought it might be a good idea to take another.

You wondered if they were the same pills he used to force mother to take, to keep her quiet and compliant. you tried not to remember her that way. You tried desperately to remember the bubbly personality she used to have, the one that lit up the room. That one that your father seemed to want to quell. Prehaps that’s why he kept you locked away in the country house, afraid that you’d become more like your mother, until he tried to dose you up too.

So wrapped up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise you, Mr. Shelby, had stopped until you crashed into him, stumbling backwards. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the cigarette still hung from his lips, but his and was around your wrist, steadying you.

‘I-I’m so sorry, Mr Shelby-’ You mumbled, dropping your eyes to the ground.

‘There is no need for that, love,’ he interrupted your ramblings, his fingers loosening around your wrist when he was sure you were steady.

Even his casual use of the word ‘love’ seemed to send heat to your cheeks. Besides your father, you had never heard anyone call you that. He stared down at you for a moment before turning and pushing open the large double doors.

‘This is where you’ll say.’ he stepped to the side, giving you the space to walk into your new room. Your new cage.

The room was large, much to spacious to be just a bedroom. A large four-poster bed was against one wall, with silk canopies hanging from each corner. Each of the columns was intricately carved from oak wood, with delicate flowers and vines spiralling. The rest of the furniture matched it perfectly. The wardrobe, the vanity, even the chaise longue and coffee table in the middle of the room, were perfectly matched. There was a door on the other side of the room, one you suspected might be a bathroom.

‘Take a seat.’ he ordered, gesturing to the bed. You suppressed a shudder. This was it. You knew you should have slipped another pill before you got out of the car.

‘You can stop shaking, love.’ he chuckled, stepped forward. He took the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray that was on the bedside table. Already there and waiting, like he knew he’d be here eventually.

‘Hand them over.’ he held out his hand to you. You stared down at it. What was he expecting? Did he have some sick and twisted desire to make you hand pieces of yourself over to him? Upon seeing your wide and confused eyes, he sighed.

‘The pills.’ he explained. Your cheeks burned as your gaze dropped to the purse in your lap.

With shaky hands, you clipped it open, the small paper packet with the pills in tucked neatly into the inner pocket. You pulled it out and placed the paper into his palm, not daring to look him in the eye. You didn’t want to know if he was mad, if he was furious. You squeezed your eyes shut as you prepared for the blow. But it never came.

Instead, you heard his footsteps cross the room, fading away as he entered the bathroom, followed by the sound of flushing a few seconds later. You kept your head down when you heard him coming back, still expecting the first hit. The slap. Some kind of punishment for hiding things from him. From your husband. you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt both of his hands on your shoulders.

‘Look at me.’ he ordered, but this time, he voice was softer, almost calming. You still didn’t move, your body frozen with fear. You tensed when one hand left your shoulder, you forced yourself not to flinch.

Flinching will make it worse.

You told yourself. What you didn’t expect was his fingers under your chin, gently lifting it to face him. You stared into his eyes. A vibrant blue that you could get lost in so easily. His face was inches from yours. Up this close, you had to admit, he was handsome.

‘I’ll not ‘ave you taking anymore of those, you understand me?’ he tone tried to carry anger, but you could hear something beneath it. Worry. ‘No drugs. Who even gave you those anyway? One of my men?’ he asked. You quickly shook your head.

‘M-My father.’ you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. Mr Shelby stared at you, his eyes widening slightly.

‘Why would he give you those?’ he asked. You took a breath, unsure what to tell him. A lie he would see straight through, but the truth seemed so much worse.

‘He told me too,’ you uttered, hoping he wouldn’t press you for more.

‘You just take anything he tells you, too?’ he scoffed.

Now the pills’ effects had worn off, and you had no more, you could feel the anger bubbling inside you. He had no idea. He didn’t know you. Didn’t know your life, and yet he stood there and judged you? You bit your tongue, knowing that if you spoke now, it would come with a sharp tone, one that would most likely get you beaten.

Mr Shelby sighed, straightening back into a stand and rubbing his hand over his face.

‘No more drugs. You got it?’ he looked down at you, not waiting for an answer before he continued speaking. ‘No more listening to that father of yours. You’re my wife now, you listen to me.’ You nodded meekly, still trying to come to terms with being someone’s wife.

‘I ain’t gonna touch you,’ he added, which made your head snap up, your eyes locking on his as silent relief washed over you.

‘I’m not that kind of man.’ he continued, ‘You’ll not be touched without consent. Outside this room, however, you are my wife. Legally, publicly and everything else. You’ll travel with me when asked and attend whatever functions I request,’ he laid out the new rules of your life, but you could only seem to focus on one.

You’ll not be touched without consent

Just the simple words pulled all the tension from your body. You had been passed from one cage to another, and you had no idea whether it was better or worse. But at this very moment, it was better.

‘You’ll not hide yourself away in this room either. You’ll eat with me, three meals a day, and there is a library and a sitting room. Whatever your interests are, you’ll find them here,’

There was a silence between you, it hung in the air until you realised he was waiting for you to speak.

‘Thank you, Mr. Shelby.’

‘I’m your husband, not your employer. Call me by my name.’

‘Thank you, Tommy.’ you repeated, using the name you had heard his brothers call him. His lips quirked into a half smile, and he bent at the waist to lift your chin once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

‘Get some rest, Mrs. Shelby.’ he whispered against your skin. He lingered for a moment longer before pulling away and turning on his heel, exiting quickly and shutting the door behind him.

One cage to another. Who know’s if this cage was any better then your previous one?

You stood in front of a hanging rail full of lingerie, and every colour of the rainbow seemed to be in front of you. You scowled at it. Nothing in here would fit you, with tiny cups and strings that were classed as underwear. Why did you agree to this?

It was Tangerine’s fault. As your boyfriend, he should have been more careful. Although, there wasn’t a chance to be more careful when you jumped his bones when he came back from a job, looking all rugged and bloody and goddamn handsome. What were you supposed to do?! And when he pulled his knife from his pocket, you practically creamed over him. He only intended to put it on the nightstand, out of the way. But with the look on your face, how could he not use it to cut your clothes off? You came to your senses the next morning, finding your most comfortable bra in shreds, your underwear in the same condition. Tangerine just chuckled at your anger, promising to replace everything he cut off of you. It had been a week since that incident, your pyjama’s had been replaced with something even more expensive, despite you telling Tangerine to just buy you some from Primark. He would have none of it. Tangerine had expensive tastes, and he liked to shower you in them from time to time, too, despite your protests. You weren’t a gold digger, and you weren’t after a sugar daddy. Despite this, the expensive gifts kept showing up. And now he had the perfect reason to spoil you. You had demanded he replace what he broke, but you didn’t specify where from.

So now you’re in the most expensive lingerie shop you’ve ever been in, waiting for Tangerine to show up. The glass case next to the lingerie rail had even more obscenities, nipple clamps, cock rings, vibrators, all gold in colour. And from the prices, you suspected they were real gold.

‘Can I help you with anything, ma’am?’ you spun at the round of a lady’s voice, your cheeks turning red. She was tall, skinny and blonde.

‘N-No, thank you.’ you cursed yourself for stuttering. The sales rep tilted her head at you, her eyes looking over you with pity.

‘Well, just let us know if you need anything,’ she smiled sweetly, making a quick exit. She probably thought you were here to steal something. You didn’t exactly look like you belonged here, wearing a pair of comfortable jeans and one of Tangerine’s shirts, knotted at the front to cover your modesty and at least make it look like yours, no make-up, hair falling freely. You probably looked like you had taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up lost. This was too much; you clutched your bag to your side, taking a breath to make a quick exit. As soon as you got to the door, it opened, revealing a suit you knew far too well.

‘Hello, Darling.’ Tangerine’s cockney accent drove through you, relaxing your whole body. Even more so when he arm wrapped around your shoulders, turning you back into the shop. ‘Running out to meet me are ya?’ he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple, his moustache tickling your skin. You were quickly surrounded by sales reps.

‘Welcome.’ they cheered, ‘Is there anything we can help you with?’ their gaze never left Tangerine, completely ignoring you. You felt your stomach churn with jealousy, but also insecurity. These girls where so much better looking then you, thinner, better dressed. Tangerine would fit much better with one of them. You shrunk into his side, hoping to disappear.

‘We have an appointment.’ he smiled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a forced smile, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The sales rep finally looked at you, their smile faltering for only a second.

‘Of course, what name is it under?’

‘Smith.’ he answered, you couldn’t help but smile at the fake name he gave. You often joked about how unimaginative it was. The sales rep disappeared behind the till to check the name, you took this chance to whisper to him.

‘I don’t belong here, Tan.’ Tangerine looked down at you, his eyes narrowing.

‘Of course you do, luv. This a lingerie shop.’ he said as if was the most obvious answer in the world.

‘I won’t fit into anything here.’ you whispered, eyes darting to the sales rep as she made her way over to you.

‘I’ve sorted that.’ Tangerine, smiled, his hand dropping from your shoulder to your waist, his fingers spreading out to touch the side of your breast. You shivered at his touch, but before you could speak the sales rep returned.

‘Mr. Smith.’ She grinned, ‘we have you booked out in the basement area as requested. Your chosen selection are waiting there. Can I get you some champagne? Perhaps some chocolate covered strawberries?’ She didn’t even glance at you as she spoke, turning as soon as she was finished to lead us downstairs. You wanted nothing more then to turn around and sprint out of the store. But Tangerine kept a firm grasp on your waist, pulling you forward with him.

‘Come on love, you said I have to replace your underwear, you never said how I had to do it.’ He gently ushered you forward, getting you to walk down the stairs first. He probably knew that if you went behind him you would sprint away.

The basement area was a wide open space, dark compared to the well-lit store above. The lighting was low, focused more around spotlights on the various items. Clothes rails were embedded into the walls, spotlights above them to highlight the colours and sparkling hardware above them. In the middle of the room, there was what looked like a vintage chaise longue, with a small coffee table in front of it. Opposite was a changing room, separated from the room by a curtain. A rail of sets was already waiting behind them, all similar rich shades of blues and greens and your own favourite colour.

You wrung you hands together, despite feeling Tangerine’s hand on the small of your back, you just couldn’t relax. You couldn’t shake the feeling you didn’t belong here. Everything was to expensive for you. The sales reps looked down on you. You didn’t belong. Tangerine, ever the mind reader, stepped closer to you. He had slipped off his jacket while you were spiralling, folding it neatly over the chaise.

‘Luv, you’re thinking too much, aren’t you?’ he hands found your hips, turning you to face him. You gripped his upper arms to steady yourself, taking a deep breath and nodding slightly. Tangerine pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

‘Thought you might be.’ he took one hand away from your hip and reached into his pocket. ‘You need to stop thinking.’ Your brows furrowed as your eyes followed his hand, watching as he pulled something out of his pocket. Your eyes widened when you realised what it was. His pocket knife, the whole reason you were here. The dark mahogany wood detailing and perfectly polished silver were unmistakable. He flicked his wrist with smooth expertise, the blade flicking out. You gasped and jumped slightly, your mind going completely blank, and a rush of arousal shot down to your core. You couldn’t explain why the knife seemed to turn you on so much. But apparently, it is so obvious that Tangerine brought it with him. He brought the blade up to your cheek and pressed the flat edge against your skin. The cool metal pulls a sigh from your lips as your eyes flutter shut, immediately melting into him.

‘That’s better.’ Tangerine mused, his hand on your hip, tightening as you swayed slightly. ‘Now, are you going to be a good girl?’ he patted the blade against your skin, bringing your mind back into focus. Only half in focus, you nodded, opening your eyes to see Tangerine smiling down at you. Tangerine pulled the knife away from you and flicked it closed. Before you could stop, a small whine escaped your lips. But it was quickly drowned out by the clicking of heels walking towards you.

You swallowed thickly, trying to regain some composure as the sales assistant walked in. Tangerine didn’t let go of your hip, instead turning you to face the assistant. She smiled warmly at Tangerine, completely ignoring you.

‘Champagne, Mr. Smith.’ she announced, placing a tray with two tall glasses of champagne and the ice bucket with the rest of the bottle on the small table in front of you. Tangerine nodded at the assistant, taking both glasses from the table and handing one to you. You took it, forcing your hand to stop shaking.

‘There is a buzzer on the table, should you need anything else. But otherwise, the whole afternoon is booked for you privately. Please enjoy,’ she explained, giving Tangerine a final look before making her exit. As soon as she disappeared, you gulped down the champagne, hoping it would steady your nerves.

‘Glad you’re enjoying that, luv. About £60 a glass.’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his own glass and dropping onto the chaise. You almost choked on your own spit, putting the glass back down.

‘What?!’ you gasped. Tangerine said nothing, but he leaned forward to grab the bottle from the bucket and refill your glass.

‘Enjoy it. We’re gonna be ‘ere a while.’ he sat back, spread his arms across the back of the chaise and spread his legs. You couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked so damn sexy like this. Like he belonged here amongst the elegance and expensiveness. And all it did was remind me that I do not.

‘Now, now.’ Tangerine began, reading my mind. ‘What did I tell you?’ I hadn’t even noticed the knife had come back of out of his pocket, the blade flicked out and resting on his thigh.

‘Strip,’ he ordered, his eyes raking down my body. I hesitated for a second and Tangerine sighed, ‘do I need to cut them off you? I know you enjoyed that last time.’ the smirk covering his lips told you he wasn’t bluffing, ‘but then what would you leave wearing?’ you cheeks flared red at the through of having to walk out of the store with nothing on.

Your shaky hands reached for the knot at the bottom of the shirt, pulling it loose and shrugging the shirt from your shoulders.

‘Hand it over.’ Tangerine held out his hand to you, and you gave him the shirt. Your jeans followed next, toeing off your shoes and shimmying out of the fabric. Tangergine took them from you, too, a messy pile forming next to him. You shouldn’t have felt exposed as you did right now, standing in front of your boyfriend in just your underwear. The room was pleasantly warm, but that didn’t stop the goosebumps from rising on your skin under Tangerine’s gaze. You were thankful you had put on a bra and underwear that was at least the same colour, rather than your usually mismatched set you just grab out of the drawer without looking.

‘And the rest.’ Tangerine spoke, his voice low as he stared at your breasts, using the knife to gesture to your bra and panties. You took a breath, your eyes following the knife as it moved. Your hands reached up your back to unclasp the bra, letting the straps fall from you shoulders and down to your hands. Tangerine was quick to lean forward, the blade of the knife capturing one of the straps and pulling it away from you. You couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped past your lips as you jumped, his movements quick as the bra joined the pile.

‘Come on, don’t make it cut those off of ya,’ he warned, gesturing with the knife once again to your panties. Hooking your fingers into the fraying waistband, you quickly pulled them down your legs, stepping out of them and throwing them over to Tangerine before you could think. He caught them easily, an amused hum escaping his chest as he examined the wet patch you had left.

‘This turned on by a knife? I’d have brought it out sooner if I’d have known,’ he whispered. You expected him to add the panties to the pile, but instead, he tucked them into his pocket, lounging back against the chair again.

‘Start with the blue one.’ he looked past you to the rack of lingerie sets all set out and waiting.

Turning, your eyes raked over the long rail of sets, only one matching his description. It was navy blue, and you didn’t think it was a coincidence that it perfectly matched his favourite pinstriped suit. You swallowed. There were so many harnesses, buckles, pieces that clipped together, a flimsy ribbon that worked as a collar, so much material but it barely covered a thing. You didn’t even know where to begin.

‘I-I…’ you stammered, the overwhelming feeling returning to your gut. Tangerine, as if reading your mind, spoke softly.

‘Bring it here.’ you didn’t hesitate this time, picking the hanger off the rack and taking it over to Tangerine. He took the hanger from you and took the fabric from it, piling it next to him delicately.

‘Hold this for me, luv.’ he held out his knife, the blade still poking out and glinting in the light. You reached out to take it from him, but his voice stopped you.

‘No.’ he moved the blade up to your face, holding the hand between two fingers as he held it up to your mouth. He didn’t want you using your hands. Carefully, you parted your lips and let Tangerine place the handle of the blade between your teeth. When he was satisfied that you had a good grip, he let go and went to work.

Taking the bottom section of the lingerie, he helped you step into it, his fingers delicately caressing your skin as he encouraged you to lift your legs and step into the piece. You shivered as his fingers glided up your skin with the lingerie, setting it in place on your hips and fiddling with the buckles until they sat right.

‘Kneel,’ he ordered, holding the bra.

Slowly, you sank to your knees, all too aware of the sharp object still between your teeth. Tangerine paid no mind to it, slipping the straps of the bra up your arms and into place, once again playing with the buckles until they were where he wanted them. Taking the flimsy collar piece, he pushed it around your neck and clipped it into place before sitting back in the chair. You didn’t move, unsure what to do with yourself. Tangerine’s eyes raked over your body, taking the whole image in.

‘So beautiful.’ he whispered, causing a blush to cover your cheeks. Tangerine gently took the knife from between your teeth, flicking it away and laying it on the table.

‘Stand up for me.’ You slowly got back to your feet, unsure how you felt being so exposed in this. ‘Turn around.’

Turning, you came face-to-face with yourself in the mirror. Your breath hitched at the sight in front of you. The lingerie hugged every curve perfectly, framed your breasts and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

‘Now, don’t you look perfect.’ Tangerine grinned from behind you, his fingers ghosting up the backs of your thighs. You shivered, adjusting your stance to part your legs for him. In the reflection, you could see Tangerine beaming with pride at your obedience.

He didn’t say anything as he moved the panties to the side, his fingers brushing through your folds.

‘This wet for me and all you’ve done is hold my knife?’ he chuckled, rubbing his fingers up and down, each movement barely touching your clit.

‘Tan…’ you breathed, your body already trembling beneath him. He rubbed his fingers across your folds once more before finally reaching your clit, his finger drawing small circles on it. You tried to hold back a moan, all too aware that anyone could walk in at any moment, but with Tangerine’s movements, there was no hope.

He kept pressure on your clit, rubbing hard enough to quickly bring you to the brink of your orgasm.

‘That’s it,’ he praised, ‘I want you to watch yourself as you cum. Open those eyes for me.’ he ordered. You hadn’t even realised you had closed your eyes. Snapping them open, you stared at yourself in the mirror, your whole body was rigid - an attempt to keep yourself upright as your orgasm threatened to spill - your fists clenched. But, oh my god, did that lingerie look good on you.

Tangerine leaned forward and dragged his lips across your lower back, biting down when he reached your hip. That was all you needed. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as your orgasm ripped through you, your whole body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Tangerine kept stroking your clit through your orgasm, only stopping when your hips began to twitch away from him.

He pulled you back by your hips, and you fell into him, your whole body limp as he gathered you in his arms. He cradled you against his chest, leaning back on the sofa as you buried your head into his neck.

‘I think they’ll make us buy this one now,’ you breathed. Tangerine’s chest rumbled as he let out a low laugh, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your thigh.

‘This, and every other colour they do.’

The only light in the apartment came from the small lamp beside you in the bedroom. Everywhere else was dark. It was the middle of winter, so by 7 pm the night drew in and the cold settled across Jackson. Despite all of that, you were lying naked on the bed, one hand on your cunt, your fingers knuckle deep in your hole while your thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, the other hand on your breast, kneading it and pinching your nipple. Soft gasps escaped your lips as you rocked your hips into your hand. Joel wouldn’t be back for a few hours. You just couldn’t help yourself. He’d barely touched you all week. Always so busy with work, and the one night you were supposed to be together? Someone got sick, so Tommy asked Joel if he could take his place on tonight’s patrol. Fuck ‘em. Fuck both the brothers for leaving you hanging high and needy.

Both brothers?

Now that was a thought you could get behind. Both were attractive. But you gravitated towards Joel, despite his grumpy, gloomy manner; you managed to make him smile. You managed to break through it all and somehow end up in bed with him. It took a lot of convincing, considering you were almost half his age. Even now, you lived together, there was still the odd conversation where he asked you if you thought you’d be better off with someone more your own age. That conversation was usually followed by you riding his face, getting him to shut up and reminding me that no one else could make you feel the way he does.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear the front door open or the footsteps that came through the darkness to your bedroom.

‘Couldn’t ya have waited for me?’ Joel’s voice cut through the darkness, and you finally opened your eyes. Joel leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. Even in the dimly lit room, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

‘Joel…’ you moaned, your fingers sliding into you, you could never quite reach the spot he had found when you first slept together, your fingers just too short.

‘You ain’t doing it right…’ he stepped into the room, shrugging off his jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘Joel…’ you moaned again, your fingers slowing to a stop and your hand leaving your breast.

‘No, no…’ he grabbed your wrist. You had worked yourself up enough that even the simple touch made your breath hitch. ‘Keep going,’ he ordered, pushing your hand back to your breast, ‘I want to see if you can make yourself cum.’ You could see Joel’s smile in the darkness. Bastard

Your fingers sped up again, craning your wrist desperately to try and reach that spot, your thumb rubbing your clit, but you couldn’t get the rhythm right. You whined in frustration, your cheeks heating up as you looked over to Joel and saw his eyes were trained on your cunt, watching your fingers disappear.

‘Can’t make yourself cum, huh?’ he chuckled, leaning back on the lie on his side, his face now in perfect view of you.

You let out a sigh of relief when his hand finally grabbed your wrist, stopping you from thrusting. He slowly pulled your hand away, and despite the frustration, you whined at the loss. The whine quickly turned into a shriek as Joel wrapped both hands around your thighs and slipped off the bed, dragging you with him so your ass was on the edge of the mattress and he was kneeling on the floor, between your legs.

‘You know why you can’t do that?’ he asked, manoeuvring your legs so that they were over his shoulders. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cunt.

‘Because dirty girls who touch themselves need dirty old men to make them cum.’ Before you could argue, he licked a long strip from your hole to your clit. Your head fell back onto the bed, a loud moan leaving your lips before you could stop it. Your whole body trembled as Joel continued, licking and sucking at your folds as if it were his last meal. Your thighs clenched around him, your hands fisting into the bedsheets. A string of curses mixed with his name left your lips. All of your frustration melted away and was replaced by the tightening coil in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm was approaching fast.

Joel's hands reached up from underneath your legs, grabbing both your breasts and kneading them gently, pinching and squeezing your nipples. His arms lifted your legs up higher, giving Joel a new angle to slip his tongue inside you, curling it and lapping at your insides. You couldn't help but scream, your eyes fluttering closed as your orgasm overtook you, sending waves of pleasure through you and making your whole body shake. Joel slowed, but didn't stop, slowly licking you through your orgasm until you went limp against the bed.

Joel finally pulled away from you and let go of your breasts. You stared at him through hazy eyes as he stood up. His lips and chin were glistening with you. He gently brushed the hair from your face and cupped your cheek. You leaned into his touch, a smile crossing your lips.

'We're not finished yet, baby.' Joel whispered as he pulled away.

He grabbed your hips and rolled you over onto your stomach. You were only able to brace the balls of your feet on the floor before Joel pulled you upwards to rest your knees on the edge of the bed. Your body was still weak from your orgasm, so you didn't fight as Joel moved you into position and began discarding his own clothes. By the time you had pulled yourself up to look over your shoulder, Joel was naked, his hand on his hard cock and pumping it slowly. No matter how many times you had seen it, the sight of Joel's cock made you blush, its girth enough to stretch you open more than you thought possible.

He stepped forward, holding the base and pushing it against your hole.

'Is this what you want, baby?' he whispered, pushing the head of his cock in slightly, barely stretching you before pulling away. You whined, bucking your hips backwards.

'You want this old man's cock?' he held your hip tightly, stopping you from moving, the head of his cock barely inside you.

'Fuck! Yes, Joel! Please fuck me!' you cried out. The idea of another orgasm was overwhelming, but the thought of Joel fucking you was too much to not want.

'Well... Since you asked so nicely, his grip on your hip tightened as he thrust into you, his hips snapping to your ass as he bottomed out.

If Joel wasn't holding you, you would have lurched forward from the sheer force. Joel stayed frozen for a moment, a low groan rumbling through his chest as your walls fluttered and squeezed around me.

'Fuck... baby...' he groaned, 'You feel so good, sucking me in.' he leaned forward, reaching down to grab your arms above your elbows and began to thrust.

Joel was a gentle lover when he wanted to be, but while it had started gently, it was quickly descending into something rougher. Using his grip to anchor you to him, he thrusts into you, pulling his hips back and smacking into you, the motion forcing you forward, and Joel's grip brings you back.

With nothing to hold yourself up, you were face-first in the mattress, your hair covering your face as you turned it to the side, desperate to catch even just a glimpse of him behind you. His thrusts were wild and rough, chasing his own orgasm as yours came hurtling towards you. You screamed out, pain and pleasure rolling into one as you came. Joel wasn't far behind, his hips faltering in thrusts and halting when he was fully inside you, a loud groan ripping from his throat as he shot thick ropes of cum into you. He gave you a few more lazy thrusts before he released you completely, letting you fall onto the bed, his cum leaking out of you.

Joel stared down at you for a moment, completely spent and sprawled out on the bed, cum leaking onto the sheets below. He leaned in, rubbing his fingers through your swollen folds and gathering up some of the cum on his fingers. You whined, your bottom half twitching in response. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back in a warming presence, holding up his cum covered fingers to your lips.

'Don't waste any, darlin',' he whispered, rubbing his fingertip against your lips. You slowly opened your mouth, allowing his fingers to dip in as you sucked them clean.

'Good Girl...' he whispered, peppering kisses along your shoulders.

He pulled away from you, smiling as you sighed at the coldness that now ran up your back. He was quick to return with a warm washcloth, rolling you onto your back slowly and gently rubbing the washcloth between your legs and cleaning you up. You tried not to squirm as he did, still feeling very sensitive as you slowly came back to your senses.

Joel discarded the washcloth and pulled the cum stained sheet from under you, abandoning it on the floor for now and getting a fresh blanket for you to cuddle under. Joel climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his arms. You immediately curled into him, throwing your aching leg over his and leaning your head on his chest.

After a few moments of silence, you finally asked.

'What happened to the patrol?'

'Got someone else to cover for me,' he mumbled, pulling your wrist up to stretch out your arm and place kisses in the crook of your elbow, where finger-shaped bruises had begun to form.

'Some little shit on the patrol wouldn't stop talking about you,' he admitted, 'He didn't realise that you were with me, only what you were with 'some old dude.' Joel scowled at the words, but you couldn't help but giggle.

'Some old dude?'

'I would've punched him if he continued talking, so Tommy got someone to cover for me.'

'I owe Tommy a very big favour then,' you whispered, 'bringing my 'old dude' back to me so quickly.' Joel rolled you over so you were beneath him, his nose brushing yours, and your chests touching. He kept his weight on one arm not to crush you.

'This 'old dude' has just fucked stupid and will happily do it again if you continue giving me lip,' he grumbled. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling away before he could deepen it to press his forehead against yours.

'Don't worry, that 'old dude' has ruined me for every other man.' You smiled, watching Joel’s lips quirk upwards.

'Fuckin' good.'

The dreaming was quiet, as always, the quiet hum of the hallways usually soothed you. It was nice to wander the halls, read the library's books and keep yourself busy while your boyfriend worked, keeping his realm in place. However, today he had called upon you, asking you for your company while he worked. You just didn’t realise what he meant when he asked you that.

Now the dreaming was silent, the only sound in his office was your pants and whimpers. The one thing about Morpheus was that he liked to torture you. He wanted to see you unravel beneath his hands, come undone beneath him, so he could watch every expression, draw out every moan you had until you were a crying mess.

And that’s exactly how he had you now. Well almost. When you had entered his study, the first thing you noticed was that the chair against his desk seemed… wider?

‘I have a challenge for you, my love,’ he whispered into your ear, his back pressing against yours and his hips rubbing his half-hard cock against your ass. You gasped at the feeling, grinding backwards into him.

‘Keep me company while I work, and I will reward you once I am done.’ his hand slithered around your waist, trapping you against him.

Keep him company? That wouldn’t be hard at all.

Oh, how wrong you were.

That’s how you ended up here. You should have known something was up as soon as you saw the widened chair. It was now perfectly suited for Morpheus to sit, with you straddled over his lap. The front of your calves pressed against the wooden seat. The back rest craved perfectly so you could slip your feet through, locking you in over his thighs.

He had stripped you completely naked at first and made you straddle him and face the desk, his chest pressing against your back. You had immediate regret, but you would be lying if you ignored the fact that you were already dripping for him.

He pulled his cock out of his trousers, pumping it a few times before pushing the head against your entrance.

‘Morpheus,’ you asked, leaning forward against the desk. Morpheus’s free hand slowly slid up your spine, sending a ripple of shivers through you. When his hand reached your shoulder, he slowly encouraged you down onto his cock. Every inch of his filling you.

When you were fully seated on his cock, his hand slid from your shoulder to between your shoulder blades. He gently pushed you down until your bare chest came into contact with the desk, your nipples hardening at the sudden coldness.

‘Stay still, my love.’ his tone was warm, pleased with how you followed him without question. ‘Can you remain still? I have much paperwork to do.’ You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

‘Morpheus, I-’ the words died in your throat as he thrust up into you.

‘You agreed to this challenge, my love,’ he reminded you.

‘Fuck…’ you whispered, clenching around him. Morpheus let out a low groan in response.

‘No cheating…’ he muttered, reaching over to the side of the desk, picking up some papers and the quill.

He expected you to sit there, stuffed full of his cock while he did his paperwork?! He knew you could never resist a challenge…. But you wouldn’t play fair.

Just a few minutes passed and it felt like hours and Morpheus seemed uncaring of your position, he simple read through papers and signed documents beside you, as if you weren’t in the way of him full utilising his desk space. You should have felt cold in the large chamber, but Morpheus’s free hand kept touching your skin, his fingers tracing your spine, your shoulder blades, whatever he could reach. Each touch blazed a fire under your skin. The chair had you trapped over him, with no way to move that wouldn’t cause a loud creak or knock, alerting him to your movements. You were determined to win this game. Well, at the beginning you were.

But now, completely full and in desperate need of movement, you were willing to lose. Admit defeat. Do anything to feel him thrusting up inside you.

‘Are you alright, my love?’ Morpheus’s voice brought you back to reality, it was smooth, controlled. As if his cock was bottomed out and twitching inside you right now.

‘Y-Yes…’ You whispered, not trusting your voice. But a low moan escaped your lips when Morpheus suddenly thrust up into you.

‘Fuck…’ you groaned, your back arching off the table.

‘You seem flushed, darling,’ he spoke, his voice filled with mockery. He was right, your whole body was flushed red with embarrassment and need. ‘Do you need something?’

‘Please…’ You whimpered, giving up too easily at the feeling of him twitching inside you.

‘Please what?’ he asked.

‘Please fuck me!’ you cried out, grinding down on his lap before he could stop you. His hands found your hips, stopping any movement and pulling a whine from you.

‘But I have so much paperwork to do…’ he spoke, but he tone was lower, filled with lust.

‘I don’t give a fuck.’ you breathed, pushing yourself up off of the table to press your back to his chest. The new angle pushed you further down on his cock, both of you groaning together.

‘I need you to fuck me. ‘ you whined, quickly adding a ‘please…’ Morpheus pulled your hips up, and for a moment, you thought he might actually tell you to get out.

That thought was quickly thrown out when Morpheus thrust his hips up, fucking his cock up into you.

‘You are such a spoiled little thing,’ he mused, continuing a brutal pace, your own hips bouncing. You fell forward, chest crashing into the desk as you cried out.

‘Y-You spoil me…’ you managed to moan out, your hands gripping the edge of the table as you desperately tried to meet his thrusts. However, with Morpheus’s fingers digging into your hips, you could only move as his instructed, bouncing you on his cock as he pleased.

‘I suppose I do…’ he growled, one hand finally leaving your hips to trail down your pelvis and between your legs. His fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing fast and harsh circles on it.

‘But how am I supposed to say no to this exquisite picture in front of me?’ he spoke through gritted teeth, his thrusts become sloppy as your walls squeezed around him.

‘Morpheus… I-I’m…’ you couldn’t finish, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. The pleasure racked through you, your whole body convulsing and shaking. Morpheus’s fingers didn’t stop, his thrusts faltering as he chased his own orgasm.

With a few more thrusts Morpheus stilled, groaning low as he came, coating your walls white with his seed. He fell back into the chair, pulling you with him. He rutted up into you, his slowly softening cock still firmly lodged inside you. He pulled you back so that your back was pressed against his chest and peppered kisses along your shoulders. You chest heaved, a thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies. Morpheus was still fully dressed behind you. He slowly wrapped his arm around your waist.

‘Are you satisfied, my love?’ he breathed, you grinned, leaning your head back onto his shoulder to look up at him.

‘Very…’ You whispered, that paperwork was long forgotten.

He’ll never want to touch you again after we’re finished with ya. Nothing but a Peaky Blinder whore.

The words echoed in your head all day. Polly and Lizzie had never left your side, sitting together on the settee opposite your chair and idly chit-chatting. You had gone quiet. Polly’s miracle balm had worked wonders and soothed your ankle enough to allow you to curl into the chair. Lizzie had started the fire to keep you all warm, and you watched the embers disappear up the chimney quietly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Polly side-eyeing you, pausing conversations to see if you would reply, but when you said nothing, she carried on.

Tommy was gone all day, and the conversation was drowned out by those words. Maybe they were right. Tommy didn’t want you anymore. He had comforted you last night, but was he just doing what he thought he was supposed to do? This morning Tommy hadn’t even touched you.

In the last few hours, had he rethought everything? The thought of those men’s hands on you, grasping, groping. It brought tears to your eyes, and you sealed your lips to hold in the sobs. Had the same thoughts crossed Tommy’s mind? Was he disgusted by you now? You could still feel the ghost of their fingers on your skin, ripping at your dress, trying to get under your skirt and only making it near the top of your stocking before you managed to bring your knee up to their crotch and rip yourself from their grasp, running all the way here.

Did Tommy believe that was what happened? Did he believe you at all? Or would those men fabricate some story that made you out to be some cheap whore. You spiralled, the words screaming in your head until you couldn’t stop the choked sob that left your lips. Lizzie and Polly’s conversation died instantly, both turning to you as your body shook with the sobs and tears. Lizzie moved towards you, ready to wrap you in her arms, but the front door flew open, and Tommy walked into the living room to find you. Pol was quick to move, grabbing Lizzie’s arm and pulling her out of the room.

‘She’s needs you. Not us.’ you heard Pol say as she passed him, dragging Lizzie out of the house.

Tommy was at your side within seconds, kneeling beside the chair and pulling you from your curled position to face him.

‘I’m here, love. I’m here.’ he whispered, brushing some loose strands of hair from your face and cradling your cheeks in both hands.

‘I’m so sorry, Tommy,’ you sobbed, unable to control the babbling words that slipped from your lips, ‘please… You h-have to believe me…’ hiccups and sobs separated your words, ‘I-I tried so hard. I didn’t want them touching me…’

‘I know, love,’ he cooed, pulling you off the chair and into his lap on the floor, holding you against him. ‘Just breathe for me…’ he encouraged, rubbing soothing circles on your back, his other hand still cradling your face, his thumb moving gently along your cheekbone. You sat there in silence, your sobs slowing as you took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

‘What happened?’ Tommy eventually asked, ‘You were fine when I left you this morning.’

‘You didn’t touch me,’ you whispered without thinking, your body too exhausted from crying to speak anything but the truth. ‘They said you wouldn’t want me anymore, not after they touched me.’ Tommy pulled away from you, his hand that cradled your face pulled it up to look him in the eye. He always looked so handsome, so perfect. You realised he hadn’t even stripped off his hand or coat when he came in.

‘There is nothing you could do that could make me want you any less,’ he pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, but he didn’t move away as he continued speaking. ‘I’m sorry you I left you feeling like that this morning. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you last night. But I will always want you.’ You pulled away from him, pressing your forehead against his.

‘Please remind me,’ you whispered.

Tommy didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned forward, closing the gap between you to press his lips to yours. The hand on your back pulled you closer to him, pressing your chest to his. The hand that cradled your face moved to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed against him until you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to breathe. You just wanted Tommy.

He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips as you chased after him, wanting his lips back on your immediately. Tommy smirked, his grip tightening on the back of your neck to stop you from moving.

‘Let me take care of you,’ he whispered, already moving you without needing an answer.

He gently laid you on the hard floor, Tommy’s jacket from the previous night the only thing keeping you from the cold. He slotted himself between your legs, your nightgown riding up around your hips. His lips moved over your skin, across your jaw and down to your neck.

‘I love you…’ he whispered against your neck, kissing and nipping his way down to your collarbone, ‘I’ll always protect you. Mark you.’ he sucked on the skin of your collarbone, leaving a dark mark that would be a bruise in a few hours. His mark. A mark that meant you were his and his alone. That, along with his words, had you arching your back to him, wanting to feel every inch of him. Tommy held his weight above you, bracing himself on one forearm as his free hand caressed your side, gripping the nightgown to pull it up further.

‘Tommy…’ you whined, feeling the cool air between your legs as the nightgown was pushed up to your waist. You realised that when Tommy had changed you out of your clothes while you slept, he had taken everything off of you, but he hadn’t put underwear back on you. His fingers danced across the bare skin of your thighs, moving between them to the top of your mould. He continued to kiss and hip his way down your chest, finding the hard nubs of your chest through the fabric, sucking on them gently. One hand weaved into his hair, the other gripping onto his shoulder in a feeble attempt to pull him closer to you.

His fingers ghosted over your sex, barely touching your aching lips before pulling away completely. You whined, tugging on his jacket. Tommy pulled away from your nipple, the fabric wet and clinging to your skin now and left your body completely. He sat back on his knees, leaving you on the floor, your breathing rigid, your pussy clenching around nothing, marks darkening on your skin where he had left marks.

He was reminded of you last night, coming home, scared out of your mind that whatever happened would make him love you any less. He needed to show you how wrong you were. He needed to replace that image in his head with this one. You were already half gone from just his lips, so desperately in need of him that you got lost so quickly. And he was lost too, his mind clouded with the need to make you cry with pleasure, scream his name so it would be ingrained into you that you were his and his only.

Tommy shrugged off his jacket, throwing it across the room to god knows where and pulling open the top few buttons of his shirt. Just looking at you beneath him got him hard, straining against his trousers. You stared up at him, eyes glassy with want, nightgown bunched up at your waist so he could see your pussy throbbing, begging to be filled.

‘Tommy, please…’ your small voice brought him back to reality, and he realised he had been staring down at your cunt for far too long and did nothing about it.

‘I’m sorry, baby…’ he whispered, leaning back over you, pressing his lips to yours as his fingers moved to your pussy. He swallowed your moans as he dragged his fingers through your pussy lips, finding your sensitive nub quickly to rub slow circles. You broke the kiss to gasp, back arching up to him and pressing your chest against his. Tommy groaned at the feeling of your breasts against him, everything about you was so perfect. No wonder someone through they could just take you. You’d never be allowed of out his sight again, never allowed anywhere expect the Garrison or where somewhere he could take you.

He slipped a single digit into you, sliding in up to the knuckle and curling, testing the waters as you cried out again. It was so easy to work you up, your body was made for him. For Him. And him only. His second finger slipped in easily, curling the same as the first just to see your back arch and your eyes roll back once more. Only he could make you feel this way. His thumb found your clit, rubbing as his fingers slipped in and out of you.

‘Come on. Cum for me. I want to feel you squeezing my fingers.’ he coaxed, his thrusts growing harsher as he read the signs of your body, the signs only he knew. Your thighs shook, wrapping tightly around his waist as your lifted your hips up to him, clenching him so tightly as you came you trapped his hand between your cunt and his own crotch. But this fingers didn’t stop. They slowed, pulling you through your orgasm until you body fell back against the floor, lax beneath him.

‘There she is…’ Tommy whispered, pressing light kisses across your face, enjoying the fucked out look you wore. He slowly pulled his fingers from you, smirking as you whined at the loss, and brought them up to his lips, sucking them clean.

‘You always taste fucking delicious, love.’ he whispered, and even dazed, a blush still covered your cheeks. Tommy loved seeing you like this, fucked out but still timid, still blushing as he crude words. He reached down, pulling open his trousers and shoving them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes dropped down, no matter how many times you saw it, you mouth still fell open at the site of him. Thick, long, weeping precum and begging to be touched. Usually, Tommy was a give and take kind of man. You could ride his face and drag out as many orgasms as you wanted (or as many as he wanted), but he’s always make sure you returned the favour, and you were all too happy to oblige. Letting him use you like a ragdoll and fuck your throat, just to hear him utter those words. Good girl

But today was not that kind of give and take. Tommy would give you everything to remind you that you were his. And you would lay there and take it all. Tommy shifted your hips to rest on his thighs, his bulbous tip running through your folds. Sensitive, you immediately squirmed, bucking your hips down onto him. He chuckled, holding the base of his cock and running it through your wetness, enjoying the desperate bucks of your hips and the little whines that slipped back your lips. He grabbed the base of his cock, gathering your wetness and poking the tip into your hole.

‘Please Tommy.’ you breathed, bucking your hips to him and digging your heels into his back, trying to pull him closer. But he was always stronger then you, easily ignoring your weak plea’s in favour of teasing you. Not today though. He pushed forward, his cock filling you slowly. Inch by inch stretching you as you eyes rolled back and a slurry of moans fell from your lips. Tommy loved this look on you, he wanted to savour it forever, drag it out as long as possible. But it was never going to happen.

As Tommy bottomed out, his pelvis against your ass, he could feel your walls squeezing him, sucking him and never letting go. It took every piece of strength he had not to cum right there. He forced himself to pause, allowing you a moment to get used to him, to feel the stretch of being full. It was only when your hips slowly ground against him that he lost himself. Falling forward, his body covered yours and his hands spread across the floor, either side of your head, caging you in as he began a brutal pace.

You screamed as Tommy pulled his cock almost completely out of you before pushing back in, repeating the motion at a frenzied pace. Tommy didn’t do soft and slow lovemaking, the only time he had been slow was when his own wounds forced him to be, even then he made sure each snap of his hips would send your mind reeling. This is how Thomas Shelby showed his love, his unrelenting pace paired with dirty praise that only you could hear.

‘Such a good girl…’ he would mutter in your ear, ‘taking my cock so well, like you were made for me. Made to take my cock.’ You weren’t sure if the words were meant for you or for him when he groaned out the praises. It was only when he began asking questions that you really had to force yourself to focus.

‘Ruined you for other men, haven’t I? You are mine. Mine alone.’ He growled, the mix of pleasure and his words bringing tears to your eyes. You weren’t ruined for him. You were ruined for everyone else.

‘Every part of you is mine. I’ll make sure everyone is fucking Birmingham knows it. Everyone in the fucking world…’ he growled, his hips faulting and breath stuttering.

You were close, but Tommy was closer. He lifted his hips to change the angle, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars.

‘Squeeze my cock…’ he encouraged, groaning as you clenched around him at his words, ‘that’s it, good girl. I want to hear you cum. Screaming my name and cumming on my cock.’

Tommy slipped his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive nub and giving a few taps, sending you flying over the edge. Your vision went white as you came, screaming his name like he told you to. Tommy wasn’t far behind, your convulsing walls squeezing his cock like a vice and dragging his own orgasm from him. He stilled inside you, ropes of cum painting your insides, his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

Neither of you moved as you both came down from your high. Eventually, Tommy pulled away from you. But not far, he moved his lips across your shoulders and neck, placing lingering kisses on your skin. He lifted his face to look at yours, a soft smile crossing his features.

‘Still think I wouldn’t want you?’ he asked, his smile growing as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

‘I love you,’ you whispered, releasing that you had replied when he said it to your ear earlier. His nose brushed against yours and he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

‘I love you too.’

He pulled himself away from you completely, his softening cock slipping out of you. You sighed as the feeling of being empty, but Tommy’s hand on your thigh calmed you.

‘I need you to get dressed. We’re going to the Garrison.’ he said as he tucked himself back into his trousers and re-dressed himself.

‘Why?’ you asked, wincing as you propped yourself up on your elbows, body stiff after being on the floor for too long.

‘We’ve found them.’

You had gotten dressed like Tommy asked, and he had taken you to the Garrison. You sat in the private booth, his arm slung around your shoulders, holding you snugly against him. You stared down at your lap, trying to hide your blush as you could feel Tommy’s cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. You jumped when you felt Tommy’s fingers under your chin, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

‘Keep your head up, love.’ he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were even holding. You were safe here, under Tommy’s arm. His brothers either side of you in the booth, a table between you and whatever came through those doors.

Sure enough, they were pushed open, and two men were thrown though. They were beaten, bloody, but their faces were unmistakable. You gripped onto Tommy’s thigh, your body already shaking. Tommy’s grip tightened on your shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer. Remind you that he was there. He would protect you.

‘Are these the ones?’ he asked, his voice low and gruff in a tone you’d only ever heard when he was about the kill someone. You stared at their faces. It had been dark, your only light was the lamposts at the end of the alleyway. But their features were etched into your mind like some kind of sick joke. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so you nodded.

‘You think you can fucking touch what belongs to me and get away with it?’ it was really a question, the two men kept their heads bowed, clearly understanding that the best thing for them would be to shut the fuck up.

‘Apologise. Beg for your life,’ he snapped.

‘Please.’ one began, ‘please, we’re sorry. We had no idea, we would never have touched her if we-’

‘Not to me.’ Tommy interrupted, ‘to her.’ the one man looked between you both, his fingers twitching, his eyes pleading with you.

‘Please ma’am.’ he begged, ‘we are sorry, we shouldn’t have done what we did. Please forgive us.’ he spoke, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. The other man stayed silent, much to Tommy’s dismay.

‘And you?’ he asked, looking to the other man.

‘She fucking deserved worse,’ he snapped. Now he had opened his mouth, he couldn’t be stopped. ‘The stupid bitch should have been dead on the ground the moment she kneed me in the crotch. Should’ve fucking slit her throat.’ Tommy’s grip on your shoulder tightened even more, nodding to the men behind them who dragged them out. One kicked and screamed apologies, the other shouting about how you were nothing but a Peaky Blinder whore.

You ducked your head and wrung your hands in your lap, his words hitting you harder then you should have allowed them to. Tommy held you close and you felt his lips press a tender kiss to your forehead.

‘Don’t listen to them. You’re mine and mine alone.’ he reassured you, grabbing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. ‘Nothing will ever change that.’

You paced in front of Issac’s craft table, mumbling to yourself as you read the words on the paper for the 4th time in the last 10 minutes. Issac sat on the other side of the table, his pen scribbling against the paper in front of him as he worked on his latest design. He glanced up every few minutes, a small smile on his lips as he watched your brow furrow. Your botany homework was throwing you off, again. Botany wasn’t your strong suit. You knew it. Issac knew it. But you never asked for help. You struggled through it, determined to get it done yourself. But Issac couldn’t help himself sometimes.

‘Dove,’ he called you by your pet name softly, drawing your attention to him. ‘Why don’t you take a break?’ He pushed himself away from the desk, patting his lap as an invitation. You looked down at his lap, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you considered the invitation to him.

‘I have homework…’ You mumbled, trying to stay responsible no matter how much you wanted to crawl into his lap. Issac stood from his chair and walked around the table, wrapping one arm around your waist and taking the papers from your hand.

‘Then let me help you.’ He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling you closer. You hummed in response, enjoying his warmth and melting into him, you eyes fluttering closed.

‘I can do it myself.’ You tried to speak, but Issac abandoned the papers on the table to and wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close as he began to walk you backwards around the table, towards his seat.

He pressed light kisses along your jaw, moving you until you were pressed against the table.

‘I’m sure you can. But let me help you.’ He whispered, pressing you into the table enough that you pulled yourself up onto it, allowing Issac to slot between your legs.

‘I have to finish this.’ you pouted, knowing Issac could never resist your pout. Issac sighed, he knew exactly what you were doing. But he knew you needed a break.

‘I can think of other things you can finish…’ his eyes darkened.

‘Issac…’ your words fell on deaf ears, his lips already ghosting over your jaw and moving down towards your neck.

‘I can tutor you.’ He replied after a moment, pausing just below your ear, his breath hot on your skin. ‘For every question you get right, you’ll get a reward.’ His tongue flicked out against your earlobe.

‘Issac…’ you gasped, fingers twisting into his coat.

‘We’ll start off easy…’ he chuckled. A chuckle that told you this was not going to end well. Or it might end VERY well.

‘What’s 2+2?’ He asked, his tongue dragging along your skin and making you lose all train of thought. You let out a broken moan.

‘Come on now, dove. You know this answer to this.’ He spoke in that low patronising tone that he knew simultaneously irritated you and turned you on.

‘F-four…’ you finally spat out the words.

‘Good girl.’ He praised, immediately after sinking his teeth into the sweet spot right below your ear. You gasped out and bucked your hips, almost bucking off the table if Issac wasn’t there to hold you steady.

‘See… You get your rewards when you get questions right.’ He continued to kiss down your neck, quickly reaching your collarbone before asking another question.

‘In Botany, Which phytotoxic properties of the Atropa belladonna plant make it a superior choice for a slow-acting, untraceable poison compared to other nightshades.’ He finished the question with a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your collarbone. You whined in response, partially at the feeling of his lips on your skin, partially at the impossible question he had asked you. It was a question taken straight from your homework. It was a question you barely new the answer to when you were trying to study early it early. And now? Issac’s hands held a firm grip on your hips, you could feel his bulge pressing against your panty-clad pussy through his trousers and his lips were leaving a trail of fire on your skin. How were you supposed to know the answer now?

‘I-I…’ Your words where lost in a whine, pushing your chest up further in an attempt to get his lips on your skin.

‘I need our answer, dove.’ He encouraged, his lips not moving from your collarbone. If you wanted them any lower, you would need to answer him.

‘Dop-dopamine?’ You spat out the first answer you could think of, something the teacher was speaking about earlier.

Issac slowly pulled away from, tutting as he did. You whined as soon as his lips left your skin, your hips bucking helplessly against his grip.

‘Wrong answer.’ He dropped his head in mock disappointment. He released his grip from one of your hips, using his powers to gently push you down onto the table. You cheeks heated up as you looked up at him, looming over you from between your legs. His other hand eventually let go of your hips too, pulling up your skirt and bunching it at your waist.

‘For every wrong answer…’ he began, his fingers moving from your bunched up skirt to your underwear. He ran his finger over your clothed folds, your hips bucking freely into him. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back onto the table.

‘I’ll edge you…’ he finally finished his sentence. Your eyes shot open and your head shot up.

‘What?!’ You gasped, trying to squirm away from him, but he quickly used his powers to force you down onto the table, leaving you completely at his mercy.

‘Now, now.’ He whispered, his middle finger finding your clothed clit, rubbing small circles. ‘You have to learn. Try again.’

How the fuck were you supposed to think when he was doing that. You couldn’t move away from him. You could only squirm and buck your hips into his hand. He continued his small circles, the pleasure slowly rippling through you. But it wasn’t enough.

‘I’m waiting…’ he whispered, pausing his circles for a second to move your panties to the side. He ran a single finger through your folders, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips.

‘That’s not an answer.’ He warned, gathering the wetness on his finger and sliding it into you. You bucked your hips into him, his thumb landing on your bare clit and rubbing circles.

‘Fuck, Issac…’ you whispered, hips moving in sync with his finger. He quickly added a second, your mind going blank as he curled them perfectly. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening and ready to break.

Then, he stopped.

‘Issac!’ You whined, trying to sit up, but his powers kept you down.

‘I want an answer, dove.’ His tone was low, warning. The pleasure was slowly ebbing away.

‘Issac…’ You whispered, bucking your hips into his hand. He hadn’t moved from your pussy, his fingers still buried deep, making you feel so close to full, but not quiet enough.

‘I can pull away and let you got back to your regular studying.’ He offered, his fingers slowly sliding out of you.

‘No!’ You snapped, but there was no harshness in your voice, only desperation. ‘Please… Issac.’ You whimpered.

‘Answer the question correctly and you can have everything you want.’

‘Serotonin?’ You whimpered, spitting out random words from the days classes that you somehow remembered. The small tutting from Issac had you groaning from frustration and desperation.

‘I think we’ll have to do a lot more studying to make sure you remember these things.’ He slowly started moving his fingers again, the pleasure building once more. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to pull yourself down onto his fingers more. He allowed you to, his fingers moving in sync with your movements as the pleasure began to build again. You knew it was only temporary, you knew he would pull away the moment he saw your thighs tremble. But part of you hoped he would forget this little game. That he could keep his fingers inside you or better yet, replace them with his cock. But Issac didn’t forget anything. Ever.

As the pleasure built, you tried to stop your thighs from trembling, to hiding the signs of your orgasm building. But you couldn’t, your hips faltered, your breathing stuttered. And Issac, once again, stopped. You whined, bucking your hips into his hand. His free hand finally released you from power and grabbed your hip.

‘I think we’ll have to go back to basics.’ Issac mumbled, he leaned over your body, his chest pressing against yours and his fingers still buried inside you. Your orgasm was ebbing away slowly. His thumb rubbed lazy circles around your clit, not quite touching the sensitive nub but enough to keep you teetering on the edge. His free fingers worked expertly on their own to unbutton your blouse, the fabric falling either side of your body and revealing your bra to him. He pulled back slightly to marvel at you below him. Your whole body was flushed at his ministrations, goosebumps on your skin where the cold air had touched you, your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric of your bra. He leaned down again, his nose pressing beneath your jaw.

‘We’ll try a very simple question.’ He whispered, his breath hot against your neck. ‘Who owns this pussy?’ He asked, curling his fingers to drive his question home, making your back arch into his chest.

‘Y-You do…’ you answered immediately. You could feel Issac’s smirk against your neck as he kissed the skin there.

‘Well done.’ He praised, pulling away from you completely and pulling his fingers out of you. You whined as the cold air hit your skin. Looking up to see Issac staring down back at you.

‘But… But I got that question right.’ You whined, bucking your hips forward into nothing.

‘I know, my dove. And you’ll get your reward.’ He began to undress himself at a torturously slow pace. ‘I will make you cum, but it will be on my cock.’ He laid his shirt and lab coat over the chair next to him and unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free. He grabbed the base of it, pumping it in his hand a few times while staring at your dripping pussy.

‘Come here.’ He whispered, he free hand flicking beckoning you forward. You didn’t need to pull yourself up, his powers did that for you, leaving your blouse on the table behind you. He pulled up so that you were chest to chest, his hand wrapping around your back to make quick work of your bra, pulling it off of you as he brushed the head of his cock through your folds, gathering up your wetness before nudging your hole.

‘Issac.’ You whispered, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. He hummed, ducking his head down to kiss down your chest as he slowly pushed into you. You moaned out as he stretched you, inch by inch pushing in until his hips kissed yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin and leaving little crescent moons on his skin from your nails.

He continued to kiss down your chest, his lips finding your nipple and pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently. You bucked your hips into him, the stretch pulling into pleasure as Issac slowly rocked his hips into you. He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, the sound vibrating against your chest.

His thrusts began to speed up, pulling away from you to straighten.

‘You are so tight…’ he groaned, burying his face into your neck. The pleasure was building too quickly. Two almost orgasms and you knew you wouldn’t last long. Issac held you against his chest tightly, his hips thrusting into you at a frenzied pace. He was getting close himself.

‘Come on, dove,’ he whispered, he free hand slipping between your bodies to rub the sensitive nub. ‘Claim your reward, I want you to cum on my cock.’ He groaned, trying to hold himself steady until you came around him.

It didn’t take long, your whole body trembled as pleasure rippled through you in waves. Issac slowed his thrusts, coaxing you through it until your body fell lax against his.

He pulled out of you quickly, and you whined at the sudden loss. His fingers that where on your clit moved to his own cock, pumping it until his own orgasm hit him. Ropes of cum covering both your stomachs. Neither of you moved for a moment, both panting against one another. You laid your head on his shoulder, the bliss of the orgasm slowly fading into content. Issac’s fingers lazily traced up and down your spine.

Silently, Issac grabbed one of his clean rags from his work bench and pulled away from your slightly, gently running the cloth over both your stomachs, removing the cum from your skin and moving down to do the same to your thighs and pussy. You whined at the contact, your hips involuntarily bucking at the sensitivity. Issac chuckled, peppering your face with kisses before gathering you up into his arms and dropping into the chair behind him. You curled into him, burying your face into his neck and humming quietly.

‘I don’t think I learnt anything during that session.’ You mumbled into his neck, shivering slightly at the breeze that crossed your back. Issac’s hand left your back for a moment to reach behind him, pulling his lab coat off the back of the chair and draping it over your shoulders, his hand staying below the fabric to rub small circles on the small of your back.

‘I think we may need another study session then.’ He laughed, pulling you closer to him.

‘Maybe.’

The only sounds in the house were the ticking of the clock and the final cracks of a fire that was mere minutes from dying out. Tommy was sitting in the armchair, his fourth cigarette of the night hanging from his lips and almost finished. You should have been home by now. You had promised him. It was close to 1 am, you promised you would be home and in his arms by midnight at the absolute latest, earlier if the bar you were going to had shit drinks.

Tommy tried to soothe the anger in his chest. The slight regret at not demanding you just stay at the Garrison with him and the boys. But you had begged him for this, begging him to let you go out with Polly and Lizzie to the new bar they had told you about. And Tommy said yes. And even then, he only said yes because you were riding him in his office. As much as he hated to admit it, you had him wrapped around your little finger. He would burn the world just to make you happy. But right now, he just wanted you home and safe. He should have known better than to let his bright and kind sweetheart into the world. Getting drunk until 1 in the morning.

The creak of the front door dragged him from his thoughts. He jumped up, practically running to the hallway.

‘What fuckin time do you-’ he stopped short, taking in the sight of you. You were half bent over, unbuckling your shoes and staring up at him with wide eyes. Fear danced through your body in shakes. Your jaw was red and swelling, a bruise already making it’s way across your delicate skin. Make-up smeared, red lipstick across your cheeks, and he wasn’t all too sure if it was blood. You hair was a mess, the headband you had left wearing was missing, as someone had tried to grab a fistful of your hair.

Your purse was hanging open, your coat haphazardly pulled over your shoulders, but beneath, Tommy could see your dress was torn at the shoulders, your stockings ripped, and your knees covered in gashes. You let out a shaky breath, running your tongue across your lips and swallowing.

‘What happened?’ Tommy finally spoke, his anger at you for staying out so late dissipating, moving towards whoever dared touch you. You didn’t speak, but looked down and tried to unbuckle your shoes. Despite how much you fiddled with it, your shaky hands wouldn’t unbuckle the shoe.

‘Love.’ Tommy said quietly, reaching out to touch your shoulder. As soon as he did, you lurched backwards, your back hitting the door so hard it almost made the wall shake.

‘I-I’m sorry…’ you whispered, fat tears falling down your cheeks. ‘I-I’m so sorry, Tommy.’ you began to babble through the tears, ‘I tried to stop them, I really did. I-I…’ You broke into sobs, sliding down the door as your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore.

Tommy stepped forward, dropping to his knees in front of you.

‘Love, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.’, he whispered, still hearing you mutter a chorus of ‘sorry’ in between the sobs. He had no idea why you were apologising; his heart broke at the thought that you blamed yourself for this.

Slowly, he moved forward, gathering you into his arms. You clung to him, the sobs only getting worse as the smell of his cologne hit you. Tommy didn’t move far, shifting so that he could pull you into his lap and lean against the wall as he held you tightly, your body still shaking through the sobs. He held you there in almost silence, his hands holding you tightly, his lips pressing kisses to your head and hushing you gently until the sobs stopped.

It was only once he was sure you had stopped crying that he began to move. He didn’t say anything, and your throat was too hoarse from crying to speak. Tommy carried you into the sitting room and placed you in his chair, right in front of the dying fire. Turning away from you, he knelt on the floor and added more wood and stoked it until he roared back to life, the warmth covering your body.

You didn’t know what to say to him, your mind only replaying what had happened and how you would come home and Tommy would be mad, be infuriated and blame you for everything.

‘He’ll never want to touch you again after we’re finished with ya. Nothing but a Peaky Blinder whore.’

The words echoed in your mind of what the stranger said, and more tears silently fell down your cheeks. Tommy didn’t say anything; he stayed on the floor and reached for your feet, easily undoing the buckles you had just been struggling with. Tommy was methodical, his mind already conjuring up a hundred different scenarios to find out who touched you and make sure they would never be found again. But right now, his focus needed to be on you. Calming you and making sure you knew it wasn’t your fault. Tommy worked slowly, taking the coat from your shoulders and replacing it with one of his own jackets, his scene infusing your body and for the first time since you had come home, he heard you take a relaxing breath. Deeply. Slowly.

As if testing the waters, Tommy gently reached up your thigh to the hem of your dress; it was torn, with the top of your stocking peeking through. You stared down at his hands, not saying a word, but you had stopped shaking. When you didn’t stop him, he slowly unclipped each stocking and rolled them down your legs, throwing the useless garments into the fire.

‘I don’t need you to tell me what happened right now,’ he whispered, finally standing. Your eyes followed him, leaning back into the chair and finally relaxing, as if you knew you were safe.

‘But I will need to know.’ he spoke quietly, his tone final, and disappeared into the bathroom. You gripped the lapels of his coat, pulling them closer to you as if the jacket would swallow you whole. You would have to tell him. Even if you didn’t want to ever think about it again.

Within minutes Tommy was back, holding a bowl of water with a rag over the edge, and a hairbrush under his arm. Setting the bowl and brush on the table, he dipped the rag and slowly cleared the blood from your knees. He leaned up, his fingers delicately working along your jaw to cup your cheek on the side that wasn’t bruised. The rag was warm against your face, and Tommy’s fingers were so gentle across your skin that you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

‘I was walking home from the Floosy Bar.’ your lips moved on their own, keeping your eyes closed and leaning into Tommy’s hand. ‘They came out of an alleyway. I didn’t see their faces.’ The wet rag left your skin, but Tommy’s hand on your cheek never left.

‘I tried to fight them… I swear…’ you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes again.

‘Shhh…’ Tommy cooed, ‘it’s okay, you’re safe here. Did they do anything to you?’

‘No!’ you answered quickly, your eyes snapping open. ‘They touched me, but I managed to get away before they could do anything, Tommy, I swear.’ You threw out the words quickly, sitting up in the chair despite the screaming of your muscles to stay still. The sudden thought of Tommy throwing you out onto the streets if he even thought someone had done something more then touch you entered your mind.

‘Calm down, love.’ his tone was surprisingly gentle, one hand pushing you back down into the plush chair, the other grabbing the hairbrush.

‘Do you remember what street you were on?’ he asked, you nodded, whispering the street name as Tommy slowly pulled the brush through your hair, picking out the knots and brushing it out of your face.

‘I’m really sorry, Tommy. I shouldn’t have let them near me.’ you whispered, your body starting to drag as it gave up the fight to stay tense.

Tommy felt his chest clench. You blamed yourself for this. As if you had gone up to the men and offered them your body.

‘I’ll have none of that,’ he eventually spoke, abandoning the hairbrush and standing. ‘You’ve done nothing wrong,’ he spoke quickly, but the tone sounded like he was scolding a child. ‘I’ll deal with this tomorrow. For now, you need to rest.’ Before you could argue, he gathered you up into his arms and lifted you. dropping into the seat himself with you in his lap. His jacket covered you like a blanket, the fire keeping you both warm as he manoeuvred you into a position you normally would when you sat here together: legs across his lap, face tucked into his neck.

The position was soothing, everything that as Thomas Shelby surrounding you. Keeping you safe. One hand rested on your bare thigh, rubbing gently in circles on the skin there, his other hand around your waist, keeping you firmly against him. A silent promise of safety.

It was only a few hours before you were awake again, but this time, you were in a bed. His jacket was still wrapped around your shoulders, but your dress had been replaced with a nightgown, a pair of Tommy’s socks on your feet to keep you warm. You hear the murmur of voices downstairs, all speaking in hushed tones. Well, as hushed as the Shelby family could get. Your muscles ached, but you pushed yourself out of bed, putting your arms through the sleeves of Tommy’s jacket as if it were a dressing gown. As soon as you put weight on your left foot, you hissed, falling back onto the bed. Pushing down the sock, you saw that your ankle was red and inflamed.

Holding onto the wall for support, you limped out of the bedroom and slowly made your way downstairs to the sitting room.

‘Y/N!’ Lizzie’s voice was the first to find you, quickly followed by her body covering yours in a tight hug. ‘I knew we should never have let her walk home alone,’ she snapped over her shoulder.

‘Let’er breath, Lizzie.’ Polly’s voice cut through the room, making Lizzie take a step back. It was then you looked around, seeing your living room more full than it had ever been before. Polly sat on the couch, with a space next to her where you assumed Lizzie had been sitting. Dotted around the room were all the Shelby brothers, and a few of the men you had seen working for Tommy but couldn’t name. Tommy was stood at the fireplace, the fire long died after last night. There was a smoky haze in the room as they all smoked. Tommy nodded to his armchair, signalling you to sit down. He jaw twitched when he saw you limp over to the chair, adding it to the list of reasons he would kill whoever did this.

Polly noticed too, as soon as you sat down, she was up, grabbing a pillow from the couch and putting it on the coffee table between you, signalling for you to put your foot on it.

‘Right. Who we killin’?’ Arthur’s voice was gruff, filled with venom as he looked down at you, someone he cared for like a sister.

‘Find ‘em first.’ Tommy spoke, taking a drag of his cigarette. ‘I want them in the Garrison. Begging. First.’ he threw out the orders, all of the men nodding in agreement.

‘Let’s fucking go.’ Arthur grinned, being the first to exit the room. The others gave you a curt nod before following, the room emptying slowly until it was only you, Tommy, Lizzie and Polly left.

Tommy dropped to one knee in front of your chair, and your eyes scanned his face. You wanted to reach out to him, to fall into his arms and cry with renewed tears and beg for forgiveness. But you didn’t.

‘Lizzie and Polly are gonna sit with you until I come back. Polly’s got a lovely remedy for those bruises. You’ll be right as reign in no time.’ he stood quickly, leaving the room without another word.

You sat in silence, unsure of what to say, what to do. But Polly was already moving, grabbing the bag that you hadn’t even noticed on the floor next to her and pulling out jars and bottles.

‘That bastard did a nasty one on ya.’ Polly spoke, examining your bruised jaw carefully. ‘Not to worry, we’ll get it sorted.’

You didn’t have a clue what Polly was going as he grabbed a jar and opened it, a foul stench filling the air enough for you to scrunch your face up, and quickly un-scrunch it due to pain.

‘It smells horrid, but it’s a miracle worker.’ Lizzie assured you as Polly began to rub the gel-like substance on your jaw. Lizzie was right, it had the most foul odour you’ve ever smelt, but the second it touched your skin, it soothed the ache instantly. She did the same for your ankle and your practically sighed in relief as the soothing balm.

‘You fought well.’ Polly commented, looking down at your ankle, ‘Now we let the boys take care of things.’