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likeahorribledream · 3 months
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Eeeeeee! I’m excited for this short stories series!!!
Could you please do: Ransom Drysdale (you know I love how you write him! 😉), mob universe, with this prompt “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”
Please and thank you!!!
I love me some mob ransom 😍
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Word count: 1.4K
TW: None
As always, written on my phone and reading my own stuff makes me cringe so I apologize for any and all mistakes as this is unedited!
When you were younger, it always made you laugh when adults used the term “honeymoon phase” to describe a certain time in their relationship. Especially when those people weren’t married or even in a relationship. To you a honeymoon has always been the vacation you take after getting married, and that was it. As you grew older of course people explained to you what the term really meant in the way that they were using it.
“Sometimes it’s a few weeks, a few months or a few years and if you’re really lucky it could last for the entire relationship. A period of time where everything is great, both people are happy and in love, and life is just good.” You remember your aunt telling you this after your first heartbreak. “Why does it have to end?” You had asked her, not understanding why couples wouldn’t want to stay in the honeymoon phase. “Life gets in the way, reality sets in and things change.” She had simply answered.
This conversation plays back in your head every time you start a new relationship. Which wasn’t often, you were quite picky and what you wanted was to be with someone with whom the honeymoon phase never really ends. That’s what true love meant to you.
As your aunt taught you it wasn’t rare for life to get in the way, for reality to set in and for things to change, but you were always ok. If it ended, then it wasn’t meant to be. You didn’t have a lot of relationships, but you loved going out on dates. You loved meeting new people and getting to know all the little fun facts about them. No matter how the dates went you always ended up learning something new about yourself, and about other people, and you never regretted any of them.
That is until you accepted to go on your first blind date. Usually you want to get to know the person a little by exchanging messages before meeting them face-to-face, but this one time one of your coworkers at work said she knew a sweet guy who was also dating for the long run. Her boyfriend’s coworker. Normally you wouldn’t have said yes, but you liked your coworker and you’ve met her boyfriend a few times, and he was sweet too.
It added to the confusion as to how you ended up in a nice restaurant with the sleaziest man you’ve ever met. All of his comments were innuendos and the way he looked at you made your skin crawl. You just didn’t know if he acted this way because he was nervous or that’s just how he was. Whatever the reason, you were beyond uncomfortable and you wanted to leave.
You eyed nervously around, just hoping that an opportunity was going to present itself soon so that you could leave without hurting his feelings too much. It finally came in the way of a tall, broad blonde who stepped up to your table. He was very clearly a sharp dresser, all of his accessories were chosen with purpose and you could see some ink peeking from under his sleeves and collar. You had no idea who he was, but he was already your best friend.
You’re guessing your date knew who the blonde was because as soon as they made eye contact, your date became paler than a ghost. Everything happened so fast after that: your date was gone with the threat of security throwing him out on his ass if he didn’t get out on his own, the blonde invited you to his table for a complimentary dessert, that’s how you found out he owned the restaurant, and before you knew it it was way past midnight and you had been talking for hours with the man. His name was Hugh Drysdale, but he insisted you call him Ransom.
As the true gentleman and savior that he was, Ransom drove you back to your apartment complex. Well, his chauffeur did but Ransom came along.
His chauffeur would pick you up at exactly the same spot a few nights later, Ransom opening the backseat’s door for you so that you could go on your first official date together. It took about a month of you dating him to find out, from one of your coworkers, that Ransom wasn’t only a restaurant owner but also a part of one of the biggest mob families on the east side.
Not that you cared. You didn’t judge him for the way he was brought up, as far as you were concerned he was a good man. He never showed you once that he couldn’t be trusted, that’s all that mattered to you.
It really didn’t take long before the two of you became inseparable, you were spending more time at his mansion than you did at your apartment. You only went from time to time to get more clothes and pick up your mail, otherwise you only left the mansion to go to work.
It was all going perfectly, until Ransom’s grandfather died and that his father got arrested for murdering him. Suddenly Ransom found himself at the head of the table, and everything started going downhill from there.
Ransom was beyond stressed, and you could easily understand why. There wasn’t much you could do for him, aside from offering him your help and your support if he needed it. As an ER nurse, you had seen your fair share of family drama and tragedy but never to this extent. You couldn’t blame him for closing himself off to you, although you really wished he would let you in so that you could take some of that pain on yourself and make it easier for him to get through the day.
At first you were really understanding, that was until his attitude changed towards you. He wasn’t the man who you met at the restaurant months ago, and you’re not sure you like the version of Ransom you’re beginning to discover. You’d love to talk to him about it, but he’s always in his office in the basement with his men until he leaves the mansion all together or he finally joins you in bed late at night.
You wanted to talk to him about it, so you asked for a special date night. Nothing fancy, just dinner together at the table so you could take a moment and actually talk to each other. Though he had promised to you that he was going to be there, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t show up until hours after you were supposed to meet. You finally had enough, and you went back to Ransom’s room to pack a bag.
“What’s going on?” Ransom asked as he walked into his room, looking exhausted and disheveled.
“You’re late.” You simply said as you finally ended packing, not even looking up at him.
“What do you mean I’m late?” He frowned, not understanding. It hit him after a few seconds. “Fuck, kitten. I’m sorry, I forgot and I had things to do. You know how busy I am.” He loosened up his tie and toed off his shoes.
“Oh, believe me I know.” You said in a cold tone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms on his chest.
“You’re so busy, I don’t even matter anymore.” You grabbed your bag and stared him down.
“Oh fuck, don’t start.” He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, this conversation was already giving him a migraine. “I have enough shit to deal with during the day, I don’t need your drama at night.”
“I’ve been telling you for weeks to lean on me, to talk to me so that I can help you but no. It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me! Until you need to blow off steam; then you suddenly remember I exist and you spend the little time I have with you telling me off on all the things I’ve been doing wrong.” You walked past him and grabbed your jacket that was by the bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” Ransom felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster: he was tired, then annoyed, then he felt guilty and finally he was panicking.
“I’m going home.” You simply answered as you stepped outside his bedroom.
“You are home.” He quickly answered, following you.
“This isn’t my home anymore. I’m done.” You told him without looking back, you felt you might give in to him if you saw the look in his eyes. You hurried out of the mansion and to your car, ignoring Ransom as he called after you.
The honeymoon phase was over, and so was the relationship you thought was going to be forever.
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navybrat817 · 2 years
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A Price to Pay
Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader Summary: Steve demands retribution when Ransom crosses a line. Ransom offers you as payment. Word Count: Almost 2.9k Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon elements (do not read if that upsets you), blackmail, coercion, choking, swearing, talks of violence, forced cheating, Ransom is an asshole, mob!Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Another old WIP completed! I began this in August of 2021. This will be connected to a future Bucky fic and I may expand on Steve's story if there is interest. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @little-diable and @sweeterthanthis, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @maysdigitalarts and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
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Ransom Drysdale was the worst mistake you ever made. The man exuded arrogance, yet you were somehow attracted to his confidence. Maybe it was because yours wasn't strong enough at the time. His charm won you over, even as you tried to resist. He didn't strike you as the type who wanted a long-term relationship, but he convinced you to give him a chance. He swore you wouldn't regret it. 
"Best decision you'll ever make."
Fool me once, shame on you. 
Ransom didn't deserve you. You figured that out when you caught him in the first lie. You weren't supposed to hear his phone call as he watched the news. He wasn't usually that careless, as you would later find out.
At first you thought he cheated on you. It would have explained his hushed calls and random outings after you moved in. You almost wished he had been seeing someone else. That would have made it easier to walk away and never look back. 
"Yeah, I'm watching. Like I give a shit if his company falls or his wife leaves. Should've kept his dick in his pants. And you should've seen the stupid look on his face when I told him there were photos. I told him what would happen if he didn't wire the money. Fucker's paying for it now, isn't he?"
"... Ransom?"
"... Fuck. I'll call you back."
He brushed you off when you questioned him. He even tried to convince you that you were hearing things. He dropped the charade when he realized you weren't going to let it go. 
"Just can't let me have my fun, can you?"
You thought Ransom came from money, which he had growing up. Somewhere along the way his grandfather cut him off. He had to find more creative ways to keep his cash flow going - like blackmail. Trading secrets and exposing scandals when necessary were second nature to him. And he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. 
But he swore he'd stop when he saw your tears.
"I'm done, pumpkin. It was the last one. Cross my heart."
Fool me twice, shame on me. 
It was easier when you were blissfully unaware of the kind of man he truly was. The affectionate touches and gasps he drew from you couldn't wash away what he had done. He ruined lives just to keep his pockets full. And you knew in your heart he wouldn't let you go. Not because he loved you, but because you were a liability.
He made that clear when you caught him again and said you needed space.
"You're not leaving me."
You could barely walk by the time he was done fucking you that night. A sore reminder that crossing him wasn't a smart move. But he never raised a hand to you. He didn't leave visible scars. You carried them where no one could see. So why would your friends and family who were still around ever side with you? 
"I own you. Don't you ever fucking forget it."
You weren't completely helpless. You played your part and learned a few secrets of your own, like how Ransom's grandfather really died. You pieced together that Ransom was the one who killed him, but he still didn't get enough money in the will to satisfy him. 
He'll never be satisfied. 
It took time and careful planning to make sure you had enough money set aside to leave. He dipped into your main account, of course, but you had a rainy day fund from before you met him that he would never touch. You could have a fresh start and maybe expose him in the process. But you still felt like a coward. 
Was that why he chose to be with me? Because I'm weaker than him? 
"Pumpkin, where are you?" you heard as the front door opened. 
Glancing at the clock, you tried not to panic. He isn't supposed to be home yet. You quickly stashed your bag under the bed and swallowed the lump in your throat. "Coming!" you called back, smoothing out your dress and checking your reflection before you made your way downstairs to the study.
I can still leave tonight. I can even leave tomorrow. I'll be fine.
You took a deep breath before you entered the room, surprised to find two other men with Ransom. 
"There she is. Finally," Ransom said, a glass of scotch already in hand.
Your heart raced in your chest as you glanced at the man who sat across from Ransom. His broad body radiated power and strength, his presence dominating the entire room. And he wasn't even standing. You expected his gaze to be harsh when he looked at you, but his blue eyes softened the longer he stared. You had to look away after a minute. 
Your gaze landed on the figure beside him. The brunette looked just as intimidating as the blonde, his gaze cold. The corner of his lip tugged into a smile as he lifted his hand in a wave. It was a metal hand. 
"Relax. We won't bite. Well… I won't."
Ransom rolled his eyes, "Pumpkin, take a seat. We need to talk."
Nothing good ever happened when someone needed to talk. "About what?" you asked as you sat in the empty chair on the other side of Ransom.
"This is Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes," he introduced, taking a sip of his scotch. "They're here on business."
You bit the inside of your cheek. You didn't want to judge these men, but you knew it had to be something shady. Nothing Random did was ever pure.
Steve shifted in his chair to face you. "Care to tell me your name, sweetheart? You don't strike me as the type who likes to be called 'pumpkin'."
You avoided Ransom's subtle glare as you cleared your throat and said it. 
"It’s nice to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were better," he smiled gently. "For the record, we already know who you are. I know where your friends and family live. I know about that bakery you like to go to once a week. You treat yourself to a specialty donut. They're good."
You wished you had a glass of water to quench your dry throat. "You've been watching me?"
"It's part of my job to know people. Allies. Enemies. We also know you've been living here for some time. Before I get into why exactly we're here, I do have to ask even though I know the answer. Are you aware of what Ransom does?"
Ashamed, you merely nodded as your fingers twisted in your lap.
Steve's gaze was sympathetic as he continued. “Are you also aware that Ransom recently got into some trouble?"
You spared Ransom a quick glance. "What kind of trouble?"
"Doesn't matter," he said dismissively. 
"It does matter," Steve said firmly, leaning forward in his chair. "It matters when your mouth gets one of my men killed."
Your stomach dropped as you took in Steve and Bucky's angry expressions. "You got someone killed?"
"Idiot got himself killed. Not my fault or my problem."
"He was a kid," Steve argued.
It earned him a shrug in response. "You brought the kids in, Rogers. Both of you knew what he was getting into. Don't blame me for his blood being on your hands."
The callousness shocked you, despite what you knew about Ransom. "How can you say that? How can you think so little of people?"
"Oh, it gets better," Bucky said sarcastically before Ransom could answer.
"What do you mean?" you asked nervously. 
"I told you. He got one of my men killed. I took it personally," Steve explained. "I debated between killing him myself or having him sent to jail, but I'm a reasonable guy. I gave him a chance to tell his side of the story. Once he figured out I wasn't going to budge on some sort of retaliation, he offered me something."
You didn't like where this was going. "What exactly did he offer?"
"You."
You were waiting for the punchline. For someone to laugh. There was nothing funny about it as all three men stared at you. Bucky's expression remained the same, but there was sympathy in his eyes. Ransom looked proud of himself. It made you wish you could slap the smirk off his face. But Steve?
Steve's eyes were thoughtful, calculating. He was gauging your response. You almost opened your mouth to tell him you weren't worth the life of the man he lost, but what came out was, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Steve didn't look surprised by your outburst. Maybe he expected it. "Listen, please. I know-"
"No. You listen. I want nothing to do with whatever he did. I am so sorry that one of your men was killed, but please understand that I am not going to be a pawn in whatever this is."
Ransom had the gall to look embarrassed as you stood up. "You don't have a choice. Just let him fuck you and be done with it."
"Yes, I do have a choice. And I'm choosing to leave."
"You're not walking out that door," Ransom said, getting to his feet, too. "Just like you didn't the last time you tried to leave."
Humiliation flooded you as Steve and Bucky exchanged a look. Were they judging you? Did they pity you? "I'm going upstairs and getting my bag. I'm not cleaning up your mess. I'm done playing your games, Ransom. I'm done with you."
Ransom's jaw clenched as he marched over and grabbed you by your throat. "You think I give a shit what you want right now? I never did. You were just a fucking toy to keep my dick wet. And I'd let him and his entire fucking crew run a train on you if it keeps me out of jail."
Your eyes teared up as you looked into his eyes. There was no love there. Not at that moment. Did he ever love you?
"Do. You. Understand?"
The hand around your throat squeezed tighter, just enough to show that he could end you. You whimpered, but not because of the pain. It was a different kind of hurt you felt.  The kind of hurt that couldn't be healed by false promises. That was what Ransom was: a false, empty promise.
I should have run the moment you walked into my life.  
"Let her go."
Steve's words were softly spoken in the quiet room, but everyone felt the weight of them.
"Don't tell me what to do with my girl, Rogers."
"Right now, she's MY girl. Get your fucking hands off of her."
Bucky brandished his gun as he stood up, taking aim at Ransom. "He won't ask again. And I'd hate to ruin her pretty dress with your blood."
You almost missed the snarl he let out as he released you, coughing as you rubbed your neck. Your heart leapt as you looked over and caught Steve's gaze. The intensity in his eyes only grew as he began to walk across the room. You felt your breath leave your body again as he got closer. You didn't bother to step back because you were already caught. 
Neither of you spoke a word when he stopped and brought his hands to your face. He cupped your cheeks with a certain kind of tenderness that surprised you as his eyes scanned your neck. A tear finally fell when his brows furrowed with concern. Why would he care when your own boyfriend didn't?
"The fuck are you doing?" Ransom snapped when Steve began to pepper gentle kisses along the column of your throat.
Your eyes slipped shut, but it wasn't completely out of fear. The feel of his lips should have made you shudder in disgust, but you found yourself craving more. Was it pathetic? You didn't care.
"I told you, she's my girl now," Steve murmured against your skin. "And if I ever see you touch her like that again, I'll tear you apart. Limb from limb."
Ransom's laugh sounded bitter and ugly as you opened your eyes. "You want my sloppy seconds so badly, be my guest. Little slut's probably creaming herself from the attention."
"This whole thing is your fault, Ransom," you reminded him, another bitter tear falling from your eye. The anger whirling inside you couldn't be contained any longer. "So if you're going to offer me up like a slut, the least I can do is enjoy it."
Steve kissed up to the corner of your mouth, smiling. "Enjoy it? Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember he existed. Because every thought of him will be fucked out of you. I can promise you that."
You shivered and dared to glance at Ransom out of the corner of your eye. 
“You really are a fucking slut,” he sneered before Bucky pressed the gun to his temple.
“No one twisted your arm to offer her.”
"I could just let you kill him,” you pointed out to Steve, the last shred of sympathy for Ransom fading as another tear slid down your cheek.
"I'd take you anyway," Steve whispered, brushing his lips against your cheek to take the tear away. "I wanted you the moment I saw you and I'm a very determined man."
You were light on your feet as you brought a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Something to keep you from falling. "I won't be a pawn. If you're going to keep me, actually keep me, prove to me why I shouldn't run."
"I have ways to keep you from running," his voice deepened, a flash of Ransom dragging you to bed filling your mind. "But I'd rather not chase you away to begin with."
“She loves to put up a fight. Helps her sleep at night instead of admitting she’s as fucked up as the rest of us.” 
You weren't sure if it was the disdain in Ransom's voice or the rage in Steve's eyes, but a surge of unexpected power emerged from the bitterness. "What was it you said, Ran? You'd let his men run a train on me if it keeps you out of jail?"
"What are you suggesting, sweetheart?" Steve asked, his gaze curious as he pulled back to regard you. 
"While I don't want that, I want Ransom to watch you fuck me," you spoke, standing a bit straighter as you looked him in the eye. You refused to look weak. "I want him to see you split me open with your cock and make me cry from how good it feels. When you're done, then I'll forget he ever existed."
Bucky chuckled, but you didn't look his way. You didn't dare look away from Steve as his gaze drifted to your lips. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. My wife's gonna love you."
"Done," Steve whispered before his mouth descended on yours.
You didn't fight as his tongue slid past your parted lips. You welcomed his dominance, his control. Oh, he was going to make you become addicted. The dampening in your panties was a sure sign of that. 
"You're fucking stupid if you think I'll watch him fuck her!"
Ransom's voice wasn't enough to break the spell that Steve's kiss had over you. Maybe you were trading one evil for another, but this was the door you willingly walked through. You threw away the key the moment you took Ransom's hand.
Now you'd have a better hand to guide you.
"You'll watch," Bucky promised. "But, punk, my doll might kill me if I have to watch, too. You understand."
The almost lighthearted tone of Steve's friend was enough to stop the kiss, giving you a moment to take a much needed deep breath. "Get Ari over here. He'll make sure he keeps his eyes open."
"You fucking-"
You jumped when Bucky smacked Ransom in the face with his gun, effectively cutting off his next words. The hit made his nose bleed and you took sick pleasure in watching it stain his sweater, his hands flying up to try and stop it. If you were the sacrifice, he had to pay in blood for your offering. 
"Any other conditions or questions?" Steve asked, turning your face back toward him as your now ex's swears and groans were muffled.
"Will you be good to me?” 
“You have my word and I’ll do what I can to make sure you trust me.”
Ransom may have been your worst mistake, but the silver lining was that you'd no longer be in his prison. Your body was a small price to pay to join Steve in a larger, better cage. You could still fly. Maybe you’d give him your heart in time. 
Maybe you could also convince Steve to take Ransom down anyway. For his grandfather, for the kid, for you. For every person he hurt.
You won't die, Ransom, but you'll pay. Everyone has to pay for their sins eventually.
“Then we should get started," you stated, sealing your fate.
"Call Ari. Now," Steve ordered Bucky, looking at Ransom with an unsympathetic smile. “You heard her. Let’s get started.”
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labella420 · 15 days
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Two Bosses Part 10
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You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Violence. Arranged Marriage. Ransom and Steve being menaces. Possible emotional abuse. More warnings as this series unfolds.
A/N: The muse has been musing! I’m so thankful! Hopefully I can keep this creativity flowing! I think I said almost the same thing the other night, but I’m excited after not being able to write anything for a long time. I hope you enjoy this next part of Two Bosses!
Word Count: 1980
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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The plaza is quiet. Too quiet. Although there are a few people milling about, Steve picks up on the silence immediately, uneasy settling in the pit of his stomach. He should’ve been firmer with his rejection of coming here when you received Rose’s message.
“Wait here.” He commands, exciting the vehicle before you could protest. Bucky rolls down his driver side window as Steve approaches.
“I don’t like this..”
“Neither do I.” Steve looks back in the direction of where he came, scanning the surrounding area to see if he could see anything out of place. “Stay close. Stay aware. If anything starts to go down…” He focuses on Bucky, the life long best friends having an understanding where words don’t need to be spoken.
“With my life.”
Steve nods, surveying the scene around him before giving direction. “Let’s go.”
He strides back to the car, opening your door and helping you out. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He places a protective hand on the small of your back, shielding you from the parking lot with his hulking frame. You see Bucky and Sam flanking you, a giggle bubbling in your throat.
“We don’t need the calvary, I’ll be quick.”
His jaw sets in a hard line, his arm wrapping around your body. You feel the tension flow through him, and you reach up to comfort him, your fingertips lightly brushing against his beard. He leans into your touch as you round the corner to “To You From Me,” and it’s comforting how in tune you are with each other so quickly.
Rounding the corner to the shop, the expansive windows show it’s still dark, but that doesn’t alarm you right away. It’s understandable that Rose would wait for you to open if she was having a computer problem she couldn’t fix. No back office computer means no way to cash out customers when they are ready to check out.
Your keys slip easily out of your pocket. Unlocking the front door you expected to see Rose out front greeting you, but the space is empty.
“Rose?” You call out dropping your bag on the counter. The silence is deafening, Steve’s hair stands up at the base of his neck. Something’s off. He grabs your arm before you can enter your back office.
“Steve…”
It’s his dark laugh that stops you in your tracks. Ransom steps out from the shadows, his eyes flickering between you and Steve. He appears cool and collected, but inside you know he’s seething.
“I was starting to worry about you kitten. It’s not like you not to come home.”
Steve is between you two in an instant, pushing you behind him to shield you from Ransom’s cold stare. “She has a new home now. She’s no longer your concern.”
“Is that so?” Ransom chuckles, his tone ominous. “But we took vows, you know, what was it we said?” He fishes in his coat pocket, pulling out a small package of Biscoff cookies. “Oh right, till death do us part.”
Stepping around Steve you scoff. “Ransom, you never cared about what vows we took. If you did I wouldn’t have found you balls deep in another woman’s pussy.” You don’t know if you should laugh or hurl a heavy object at his head. “You don’t want me, you just don’t like to lose.”
Ransom bites into a cookie, his gaze never leaving you as he plops down into the office chair behind the counter. “Kitten, we had a deal. You marry me, your father’s bad dealings get erased, and your family is protected. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to them would you? What would your father do if I made him watch me put a bullet in your mother’s skull?”
Surging forward, Steve forces Ransom to his feet by the lapels of his coat, slamming him into the nearest wall. “This ends now, Drysdale.” He snarls while Ransom laughs maniacally. So many things were happening at once that if you weren’t there, you might have not believed that this was happening. Glass shatters around you as a bullet pierces the windowpane, whizzing past your head and lodging into the wall. Dropping Ransom, Steve whirls around, shielding you with his body before pulling you to the ground.
“Stay low. I got you.”
The gunfire was like thunder, loud, booming and unrelenting. Chunks of drywall covered your bodies as Steve tucked you under his arm pulling you with him as he crawled along the floor. The feeling of inevitability washes over you, a darkness settling in your stomach. This is the way you die.
A heavy hand falls to your foot fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle. Ransom’s lips curl into a snarl as he roughly pulls you to him, his arms caging you in as he crawls over you. His eyes are cold and piercing, sending a shiver throughout your body.
“You’re mine, kitten,” a sickening smirk slowly forming across his face. “When will you get it through your thick skull that I always win?”
A display case explodes above you as a bullet passes through sending shards of glass everywhere. What you couldn’t have seen was the trajectory of the shot shifting when the bullet penetrated the glass, ricocheting off one of the metal hinges and lodging itself into Ransom’s bicep.
“Motherfucker!” He roars, turning away and using his free hand to put pressure on the wound. Blood seeps through his fingers, and you watch with wide eyed terror, frozen as horror continues to unfold. The world around you suddenly becomes quiet. It’s as if your brain is protecting you from the savagery unfolding around you, so there you sit, amongst the broken glass and bullet casings when his voice cuts through the turmoil.
“You’ve got this, sweetheart. We can get outta here. Just come to me.” Steve’s voice is the beacon of light you needed to guide you through the storm. Amidst the chaos you feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins snapping you out of your paralysis. As Ransom grapples with the searing pain in his arm you take the opportunity to flee, your heart pounding against your ribs like a caged animal. Crawling to Steve every crunch is a reminder of the danger surrounding you. With a mixture of fear and determination you dart to the Salvation of Steve’s arms knowing that this confrontation is far from over.
Steve guides you through the disarray, Bucky and Sam clearing a path to the SUV. Steve throws the door open, pushing you inside and following, slamming the door behind him and screaming at Bucky to get outta there. Once on the road you finally allow yourself to relax, crumbling into Steve’s arms with a sob.
“Let it out, sweetheart, it's ok.” He pulls you into his chest and just lets you cry. Doesn’t try to fix anything, doesn’t offer advice, just lets you do what you need to do to feel better. It’s been entirely too long since you’ve had someone care for you, to put your needs before their own, and Steve’s done that from the first instant you’d met. Without any regard for his own life he shielded you with his own body. Ransom would have used you as a sacrifice to protect himself.
As you gather yourself after your emotional release you gently pull away from Steve’s embrace, meeting his eyes with gratitude shining in your own. “Thank you, Steve,” you say softly, your voice trembling with the weight of emotion. “For everything. For being there. For caring. For… for putting yourself in harm's way to protect me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You reach out, squeezing his hand in reassurance, hoping he understands the depth of your gratitude.
Settling in his lap your hands frame his face, your fingers softly stroking his thick beard. Your gaze meets his, sparking with an unspoken connection that’s been growing between you. You don’t notice when Bucky presses the button to bring up the privacy screen as the world fades away as you move your lips closer to Steve’s. There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering between you before your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. Time stood still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around melting into nothingness, leaving only the warmth of your embrace and the promise of what lay ahead.
“I told you, I got you,” he leans in close, his breath soft against your cheek as he moves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling your scent. You stay like this a while in silence, the beating of your hearts falling in sync.
“I can’t bring anything to the table, at least not right now. Ransom will never let me take anything from that house.” Fresh tears stream down your face which Steve quickly wipes away with his thumbs.
“I’ll get you anything you want, everything you need. I promise.” His voice is filled with determination, offering you the reassurance you need in a time of uncertainty. “We’ll find a way through this together,” he murmurs softly, his words a comforting melody in the midst of upheaval. Wrapping his arms around you he holds you close, silently vowing to protect and provide for you, his unwavering commitment echoing in the depths of his gaze.
The weight of your worries begin to lift as you rest against him, replaced by a sense of security. You know it’s crazy, moving from one man anchored in a life of organized crime to another, but as ruthless as you know Steve could potentially be, you can’t ignore the tenderness he shows in this moment. It’s a stark contrast to the danger you’ve known, and it feels like the right choice. He feels like the right choice. Despite the uncertainties and risks there’s a flicker of hope in your heart, a belief that with Steve by your side you can leave behind the shadows of your past and embrace your future filled with love and endless possibilities.
Pulling up to Steve’s hotel the SUV barely comes to a stop before Sam opens the passenger door, Steve stepping out and offering you his hand. He leads the way inside, the lowlights of the lobby casting a golden glow along the handsome features of his face. He makes a brief stop by the concierge, asking for a bottle of the establishment's best champagne to be sent to his penthouse suite.
After a shower you smile when you find a cozy cream lounge set laid out on top of the bed, a thoughtful gesture from Steve that warms your heart. Dressed in the comfortable attire you step into the main room of the suite to find Steve waiting for you, with a fire flickering in the fireplace and two glasses of bubbly poured and ready to drink. As you approach he turns to greet you with a smile, and pulls you in for a long embrace. He hands you a champagne flute once he lets you go, raising his in a toast. “To new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you seal it with a kiss.
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“Never been shot before?” Curtis’ voice cuts through the tense atmosphere as Leo strips himself of his suit jacket and vest, using the latter to tie a makeshift tourniquet around Ransom’s wounded arm staunching the flow of blood. Wincing in pain he allows Leo to help him up but as soon as he’s on his feet he shrugs him off and pounds his fist against a nearby wall. The physical pain pales in comparison to the blow to his pride. He’s accustomed to always being in control, to serving violence, not being on the receiving end. The realization fuels his determination and hardens his resolve to never let you walk away.
Not now. Not ever.
Part 9
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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖
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✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.
main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.
warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life
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Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio
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"Hey, doll.”
Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.
Was this heaven?
"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him. 
"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.
And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.
James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.
You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.
Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull. 
Oh, it felt good.
Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.
He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.
You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.
"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.
You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"
It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.
"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.
Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.
The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.
It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.
Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.
He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”
"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.
“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”
You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.
You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”
“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.
“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”
James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”
“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.
“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”
“I... but how?”
“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.
It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.
“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.
“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”
Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”
“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his. 
His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.
Would this be the last time you’d see him?
Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.
You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?
“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”
James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.
There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.
After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.
Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler. 
The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.
You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger. 
“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.
“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”
You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.
The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.
Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.
The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.
Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain. 
A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.
The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep. 
You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood. 
A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.
The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.
You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.
Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.
The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.
Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.
You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.
“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.
“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.
“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.
Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”
Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”
With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.
As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.
As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost. 
It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.
As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.
“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.
“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.
“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.
Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.
You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.
“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.
“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.
You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.
“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.
You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.
The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.
That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.
“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.
“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?
“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.
”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.
“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”
The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did. 
”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.
”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”
If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.
“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.
”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”
Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.
It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.
Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”
Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.
It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.
He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.
You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.
Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked  down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.
“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”
“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.
“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”
“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.
“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.
“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”
Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.
Asshole.
Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.
“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”
Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.
As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.
You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.
Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.
Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.
With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.
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You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead. 
In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.
“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”
He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.
When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”
You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.
Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.
That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.
Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.
Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life. 
Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.
Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.
“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling. 
It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.
Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.
“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”
Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.
This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.
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It started to get much worse.
The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease. 
There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha. 
Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment. 
Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.
The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.
It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back. 
The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle. 
“Mace.. help me..”
Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.
“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”
Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.
Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light. 
Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you. 
You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled. 
Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction. 
Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.
“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.
“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it. 
“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.
“It will. Trust me.”
“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”
Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?
Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.
“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”
“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.
They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”
“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.
“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.
“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.
“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.
They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”
Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.
“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.
He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.
“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.
“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table. 
Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?
Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.
They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.
“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.
“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them. 
Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed. 
Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.
“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.
Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.
The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.
Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach. 
You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.
Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.” 
The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.
“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”
Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?
Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.
They’re not here for a social visit.
Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.
It wasn't  real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?
“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.
“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.
Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.
Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much. 
While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.
Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.
“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.
“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core. 
“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.
Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”
Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.
Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you. 
“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”
The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”
You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.
The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.
You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.
Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.
“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”
You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.
“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.
Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”
“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.
The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.
It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.
Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.
It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.
Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”
You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.
“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”
There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”
“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.
“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.
He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.
Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.
Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.
The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”
Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below. 
“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”
“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.
A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.
Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”
“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch. 
Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.
“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”
The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.
Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.
Is it so bad to just want to be happy?
You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.
Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.
For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.
Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.
It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.
The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.
The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.
Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored. 
You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.
The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.
The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.
Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.
“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”
“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.
After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.
“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.
“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you. 
“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.
The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.
“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.
You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.
“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.
“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”
Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.
The three vultures that remained  between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.
Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.
“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.
Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.
“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.
You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more. 
The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.
“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.
You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.
Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.
For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”
“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.
Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.
A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.
Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.
“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.
Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?
“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.
Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”
“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.
“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”
Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.
Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.
You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.
“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”
Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.
The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.
Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.
Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.
“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.
“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.
“What? She’s a stupid—”
“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.
Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.
But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.
When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.
If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.
Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.
“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.
You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.
You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.
It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.
It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.
“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum. 
Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.
The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.
Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.
He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.
“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.
“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.
Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”
There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.
“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.
“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.
Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.
You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”
He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.
But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you. 
“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.
“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”
“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need. 
“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.
You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?
The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.
“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves. 
You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”
“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.
“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.
The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.
Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.
This was all you wanted now.
You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.
Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.
Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.
Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”
You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.
“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?
“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.
“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.
You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”
“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.
Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”
“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.
After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.
He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.
The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.
“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right? 
Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”
It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”
“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.
You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.
“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?” 
Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.
“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick. 
You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha. 
The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.
Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.
Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it. 
The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”
His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two. 
“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”
Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.” 
Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.
Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.
“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue. 
You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.
If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.
“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.
“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.
Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together. 
Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.
The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.” 
“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick. 
He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.
Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet. 
All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.
“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”
A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.
You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.
“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him. 
Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”
Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up. 
“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.
“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips. 
It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.
“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side. 
Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.
“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.
Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.
“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”
“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”
Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”
“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.
“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.
The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”
Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”
“Why me?”
“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”
Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.
It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.
You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.
But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating. 
You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.
Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.
Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”
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sunshinebuckybarnes · 5 months
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Spooky szn is over 🎃 hello November ✨ I tried my best to keep up with kinktober reading but you lot are too talented! Anyway, enjoy perusing everything I read throughout October. As always please give these gorgeous fics and their even more gorgeous authors the love they deserve by reblogging 🖤 the majority of fics contain adult themes and are 18+ only and you are responsible for your own media consumption.
Happy reading angels 💐
Eddie Munson ✨
But what goes down by @sexyprise
Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader
The girl at the rock show by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
High for this by @succubusmunson
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Feelin' gourd by @jobean12-blog
Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
Within' you by @navybrat817
Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fear and degradation by @groubee
rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader
Yes chef! by @sunshine-on-my-mind
Chef!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Hopelessly devoted by @firefly-in-darkness
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Insatiable by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)
Joel Miller ✨
Thrills by @moonlight-prose
joel miller x f!reader
Can't keep my hands to myself by @jobean12-blog
Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Beauty brought of rapture and desire by @the-iceni-bitch
demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader
Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Biker!Ari x Reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Out of line by @dreamlessinparis
Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Devil devil by @sgt-seabass
vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader
Save your tears by @flordeamatista
lee bodecker x reader
Andy Barber ✨
Easy as pie by @navybrat817
Andy Barber x Female Reader
Joaquin Torres ✨
Drunk on you by @moonlight-prose
joaquín torres x f!reader
Steve Kemp ✨
You by @shadeysprings
Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Steve Rogers ✨
The red woods by @navybrat817
Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Ransom Drysdale ✨
Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Kinktober ✨
Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel
Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck
The witching hour by @flordeamatista
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Hi! this is a request for your follower celebration.
Mob!Ransom Drysdale + kink 1,2,4,6,8,14,22
reader works at one of ransom’s strip clubs as a bartender and one night he sees her, since then he becomes obsessed with her. He has this uncontrollable urge of making her his and this goes on for 2 years. He watches her bartend everyday to make sure no boy-because he’s the only man for her-tries to talk to her or touch her but if they dare try he makes them disappear and that goes for her dates too😈. She just wonders why her dates never show.
p.s. CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS🎉🎊.
𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~1,5k
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ransom had enough of your behaviour so he made sure to tie you down to him forever
𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: MOB!Ransom Drysdale x Bartender!Reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: DARK fic; possessiveness; explicit language; explicit sexual content; four cheek slaps; breeding kink; degradation kink; name-calling; chocking kink; worshipping; daddy kink; hair-pulling; praising; dom/sub; I think it’s the dirties fic I’ve ever write??; spitting kink; unprotected sex; reader wants Ransom to pull out at first; (let me know if I forgot something)
(no beta checked; all mistakes are mine)
𝐚/𝐧: Thank you for your request! Mob!Ransom is definitely one of my favourites. I made some changes, hope you'll like it!
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Ransom was sitting with a few guys from his trusted crew. They were talking about the next couple of planning assaults. New York was the best option. “I found a best for us delivery guy for the guns.” Pablo said with a clear Mexican accent. “He’s cheaper than the others but just as good.”
“Yeah?” Ransom said casually, he didn’t give a shit about that. The only thing he could think about right then was you. Looking so pretty behind the bar. You were his favourite. That was the reason he always chose this club from all the others. “That’s a good thing.”
The rest were talking almost all the time. Only Ransom was quiet, too busy watching you. They didn’t seem to notice the change in his behaviour. Someone was flirting with you. Ridiculous! “Excuse me.” He said after a few more seconds. “I have to do something.”
The man made his way to the bar, sat on one of the stools and turned his head to meet the guy who was touching what didn’t belong to him. When he didn’t get the hint, Ransom pushed him off the stool.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?!” This piss of shit yelled. “I was just about to take her to the bathroom!”
That made Ransom see red. “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to!” The first fist landed right on the nose of this jackass. The second into his stomach. He bent in half and started breathing quickly.
“What are you doing?” You tried to calm down your boss. “You’re gonna hurt him!”
“Good!” Ransom yelled. “No one will talk to my woman like that!”
You had enough of this, so you called the security. They took the man outside the club and on Ransom's command, bit him almost to death. That would be a lesson enough. It was time for you to talk with him.
“Ransom…” You started. “We talked about this like a thousand times! It was just a hook-up, we’re not together and I am not your property!”
You slept with him. Once. It was just a one-night stand. He was the best sex you had in your entire life but the things he was doing scared you away. He didn’t give up though.
Ransom got the idea that you were now a couple. You were his “butterfly” as he called you. That became an obsession of his. He would bother you in your small flat, always finding a reason to excuse. Good sex wasn’t worth any stress you got because of him.
“You are stalking me for almost two years now!” You could take neither this conversation nor his presence. “Just let me live my life! I don’t want you in it!”
Ransom stayed quiet for a minute. He let you confess. Then, grabbed you by the neck and went straight to his office. He locked the door and pushed you against it. You had trouble breathing, his pressure took this ability away from you completely. Although you were scared, wetness appeared between your legs.
“Just a hook-up, huh?” Ransom hissed right into your face. “Maybe I should remind you what that dick did to you? You’d like that, slut?” The name has you moaning. “You fucking whore!” He slapped your cheek. “Of course, you would! Sluts like you need someone like me to teach them a lesson… Is that right, bitch?” He smacked you again, your eyes became watery.
You turned your head away, didn’t want him to see your wet, reddish cheeks.
“Yes, Ransom!” You couldn’t help but submit to him completely. One more time wouldn’t hurt anyone. That caused you another slap. You were sure he could see the print of his hand on your face.
“That’s not my fucking name, whore!” There wasn’t any escape for you now. Being nothing but nice to you didn’t bring anything but a disappointment. It was time for you to see a real Ransom. “I thought we agreed to something the first time?! Isn’t that right, butterfly?!”
“Yes!” You whimpered. “I’m so sorry, daddy.”
“That’s better.” He smirked at you, tightening his grip. “You look so beautiful with my hand around your neck. The perfect necklace.”
Ransom took care of yours and his clothes with the blink of your eye. You were standing before him just like you were made but didn’t bother about it anymore. You wouldn’t escape him either way so why make it more complicated when you can have some fun?
“I want you, daddy!” You admitted after a second. The man groaned loudly, he was taken off guard because of your words. “Please daddy! I need you!” You begged him without any shame.
“Such a good girl.” Ransom praised you. “Using her manners with daddy.” Your moan was a broken thing when he pushed all the way inside of you. The feeling knocked the breath out of you once again.
He started fucking you harder, bitting down on your botton lip. The previous heat in your body turned into a full-blown fire, you dropped your head to his shoulder, keeping it up too difficult right then.
Your thighs started to shake, you were afraid you would fall down. But Ransom was there to keep your body there. His teeth closed around the flesh of your sensitive neck’s skin. You dug your acrylic nails into his arms, trying to remain standing.
Ransom groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. “You’re doing so good, baby…” It felt as if you were choking his girth. “You’re my slut, aren’t you, butterfly?” He asked, fastening his motions.
“Yes!” It didn’t matter what you were agreeing to. He could tell you to come to hell with him and you would do that with a big grin on your face. When you didn’t say anything more, Ransom grabbed your throat even tighter.
“Say it!” He demanded. “Say that you’re only mine, little slut!” Ransom needed to hear that. That would be the last straw before you would fall for him. He knew that. “Say it or I’m not gonna let you cum!”
“I’m your slut, daddy!” You cried out. “Only yours!” The feeling too overwhelming. Ransom hissed and kissed your lips again. It was more passionate. He pulled away a little, grabbing a fist of your hair. The man dragged you closer.
“You think, you will sweet talk me after that fucking scene, slut?”
He smirked cruelly, one of his hands going down your stomach straight to your clit, rubbing it rapidly with his long fingers. The other one, still holding your hair in a tight grip. “Open up.” You didn’t know what he was talking about so you didn’t do anything. Ransom pulled your head closer to his by your hair. “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Slut.”
When you did, he spat inside of it. It disgusted you at first, but then something about it made you go feral. “Now swallow!” When you did obediently, he kissed your lips and said: “Good slut” right into your ear.
“Daddy!” You screamed. His cock, fingers and the stink from his stunt made your muscles clenching around his girth even harder. His cock started to pulsate. You smacked his shoulder lightly to gain his attention. “I’m not on any birth control. Pull out!”
He didn’t do that. Ransom started pushing into you more frequently, rubbing your bundle of nerves with his fingers. “Ransom, pull out!” He slapped your face again.
“Not gonna happen, butterfly.” He smirked with mischief in his darkened blue eyes. “I’m gonna put a baby into you, so everyone will know who you belong to!” Even though you have never thought about becoming a mum, there was something hot in that thought. Ransom groaned as your pussy tightened around him.
“God!” If it wasn't for the music, everyone in the club would know what was happening behind closed doors. “I’m about to cum, don’t stop, daddy!”
“You’re gonna be a good slut and let me get you pregnant?” He asked while kissing your earlobe. The spot always made you see stars. “Gonna let me put a baby into you?” You nodded without even thinking about the consequences of that. “Yeah? Be a good fucking whore and cum for me!” It almost felt as if he was using you for his pleasure only but you didn’t mind.
His thrusts became merciless and sloppy as he felt his climax approaching. You started chanting Ransom’s name as he was fucking you through your orgasm. “Almost there, butterfly!”
You felt a flood of warmth as his load stuffed you full. Ransom could swear your pussy was trying to milk him out of all of his cum. You wanted to move but you were too exhausted and worn out to do so.
“See butterfly?” He kissed your forehead. “Now, we’re connected forever. You won’t escape me ever again.”
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sage-writing · 3 years
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Criminal Business // Ransom Drysdale [Mob AU]
Mob! Ransom Drysdale x female Mob! reader
Summary: As part of criminal etiquette, you host a dinner for the gang leaders of the east coast. One of them has a special eye on you.
Word count: 3,186
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark story, dub con, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, unprotected sex (stay safe), oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, violence (fight between characters), implied pregnancy, slight praise kink [Read at your own risk]
A/N: This is my contribution to @stargazingfangirl18 “Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge”. Congratulations on your 5k😘 I love your content and I look forward to checking my tumblr feed every morning (due to the time difference) and reading your new posts. It was so much fun writing on this challenge. Although I changed the CE character twice🥴 I started with Andy, then it was Ari and in the end it became Ransom (I hope I didn't mess up any character details in this chaos😂). Prompts I have used are in bold. aaaand as always I am not an English native speaker so there will be probably some errors. Feedback is always appreciated ❤
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With one finger you corrected the position of the wine glass. Tonight, everything had to go perfectly. The last few days you had your nervousness under control, but now it was time and you couldn't back out now. Once a year, the mob bosses met for a dinner, hosted by one of them in turn.
After you took over the family business from your father two and a half years ago, it was your first turn to host. The memory that your father was no longer with you hurt a lot. But he had prepared you well to succeed him as leader, and that was what counted now.
You surveyed the table setting, it looked perfect. Shiny dishes, bright white linen napkins, floral decoration and two antique candelabras. Yes, you were satisfied. You went to the kitchen and discussed a few final details with the cook and the maids. The meal was to begin around 8:15, 15 minutes after your guests arrived.
Curtis Everett, Andy Barber and Ransom Drysdale. The leaders of 3 of the 4 gangs on the East Coast. The fourth was you. Compared to these men, you were younger and less experienced and after you took over, it was Andy who tried to infiltrate your territory. His attempt failed miserably and you had proven your worth and strength from the start.
That's just the way it went. The world of criminals was like a shark tank. If you couldn't hold your ground, you were eaten.
This annual meeting was not among friends. It was held out of pure decency. One civilized dinner a year was apparently enough to block out all the dirty business and rivalries. At least for a while.
Lewis, your head of security, approached you as you were getting yourself ready. "Are you prepared for tonight," he asked in a caring voice. Lewis had known you since you were born and had worked for your father before that.
"I was born ready," you replied with a grin. "The routine for tonight is clear? You'll retreat with our men as soon as the guests arrive." That was part of the evening's rules, too. Your villa wasn't exactly neutral ground, after all, and no one present was supposed to feel threatened. Therefore, all security men had to leave the premises, and only the house staff was allowed. In addition, firearms were forbidden.
"You know I don't feel good about leaving you here alone with those rude jerks," Lewis sighed.
"I appreciate your concern, I'll be fine. I've already been through two of these meetings and the boys will know how to behave. I'm going to go change now. We should schedule a meeting tomorrow around 10 and talk about possible new developments. I want you to let everyone know." Lewis nodded respectfully and wished you good luck.
Once in your room, you entered the walk-in closet and picked out a dress. Normally you wore business clothes for work in the technology company, which served as a cover for the less legal business. But tonight, there was nothing to stop you from dressing up a bit.
Your choice fell on a long black evening dress. The top was tight, from the waist fell a soft, thin skirt and a leg slit rounded off the dress. It fitted perfectly and if you were going to be permanently under tension this evening, you at least wanted to look you good.
You styled your hair into a deep knot, put on diamond earrings, and did your makeup modestly.
Finally, there was something that no one should see. You attached a small handgun including a holster to your thigh and draped the skirt over it again. A little extra security should something go wrong. Yes, it was in violation of the rules, but you knew you should never underestimate the other men and no one would notice.
You slipped into your pumps and dared one last look in the mirror. You were ready.
As you descended the stairs, careful not to trip but still looking elegant, the three men entered the foyer of your mansion.
Andy regarded Lewis with hostility as he checked them for weapons. "Is this really necessary?" he asked, clenching his jaw as he fastened the buttons of his blue suit jacket again.
"Get over yourself, Barber. She's just making sure the rules are followed." Curtis interjected, running a hand over his short hair. With his black suit, there was something of James Bond about him. Curtis was no stranger to this business, but he respected you and your position.
No further explanation was needed and you shook hands with them both before walking over to Ransom Drysdale.
Unlike the other two, he had opted for an outfit that was probably a bit flashier. A light gray perfectly tailored three-piece suit.
You extended your hand to him as well in greeting, but you were surprised when he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. "Good evening, darling." He whispered, so that the other two couldn't possibly have overheard. And before that changed, you quickly withdrew your hand.
Ransom had always been a bit flirty towards you, but you had always given them all the cold shoulder. And it was better that way. "Gentlemen, if you'll follow me, please." With a nod, you dismissed Lewis.
Together you entered the terrace. The long table you had set up would have had room for 10 people, but you were happy to leave some distance between you and the not exactly harmless men.
"I've got to hand it to you, you may be a bit of a pain in the ass when it comes to business. But you can definitely host an event," Andy noted.
You knew you could take that insult seriously. Andy Barber didn't like you and he never missed an opportunity to make you feel it. First because you were young and second because you were a woman. The first, in fact, to lead a mob.
Besides, he was still resentful that you had outsmarted him rather cleverly 2 years ago when he wanted to expand his power territory.
"What can I say, I have an eye for style, decoration...and blocking out competition." Curtis and Ransom couldn't contain their laughter. That side swipe at Andy had hit home. "And now I'd like to stop talking about business."
At a sign from you, dinner and matching wine were served. The dinner proceeded peacefully and only trivial topics were discussed.
No one present dared to divulge critical details. Income streams, problems with the judiciary or planned trips abroad. You could have used all this to your own advantage. As your father used to say: Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.
However, it did not escape your notice that Ransom did not take his eyes off you the whole time. You tried to distract yourself and started a conversation with Curtis about automobiles. Even though you weren't looking at him, you knew Ransom Drysdale was still staring at you. In a sinister way.
Later in the evening you settled down in the seating area by the pool. You had scotch and for the men additionally cigars brought. You told the housekeeper that the staff was allowed to finish their work and go home.
The alcohol burned in your throat and your eyelids grew heavy. "Soon you'll have it made," you said to yourself. You looked out over the surface of the water, which was only gently moving with the wind.
The skirt of your dress tightened as you leaned back in the chair and stretched out your tired legs, causing your gun in the thigh holster to poke through the fabric.
Another person noticed this as well. Ransom grinned at you diabolically. Quickly you crossed your leg and adjusted your skirt. If he exposed you now, it could start a war. Men had already killed for less. Your breathing quickened and you felt hot.
But Ransom remained silent.
He said nothing.
Nothing at all.
He just sat there grinning and pulling on his cigar. You really wanted to slap that smug smile off his face.
The reflected light from the torches sparkled in his eyes. Curtis addressed him, breaking the awkward stare between the two of you. "You're so silent today, Drysdale. Are you already planning your next coup?" "No, I'm just enjoying the impressive view." His voice had an ambiguous undertone. He let his gaze sweep over the mansion and garden before settling back on you.
"Gentlemen, I think we should call it a night," you decided quickly.
You rose from your seat and the men did the same. Curtis and Andy went ahead, Ransom and you followed.
As you took the stairs back up to the house, Ransom placed his hand guidingly on your lower back. "If you want to keep your hand, I advise you to take it away from there, buddy," you whispered in a threatening voice.
In response, Ransom really did take his hand back. You said goodbye to your guests and locked the door behind them. That was close. Too close, actually.
Why hadn't Ransom said anything, even though he had seen your gun in a clear view? But that was no longer relevant. You had finished the evening and could finally go to sleep.
Arriving in your bedroom, you kicked your shoes off your feet, unzipped your dress and dropped it carelessly on the floor. You took off your gun holster and threw it into the armchair that stood in the corner.
A shower, that's what you needed now. The hot water splashed down on your tense shoulders.
Your thoughts kept wandering to Ransom, his warm gaze on you and to how the suit hugged his perfect body. "Put him out of your mind," you admonished yourself. Nothing was ever allowed to happen between you. Even a fleeting affair could be seen as an alliance by Curtis or Andy and cause a lot of trouble.
After you were done, you got out of the shower and dried off. You applied a rose body cream to your skin and put on a silk robe.
 You were crossing the bedroom on your way to the walk-in closet when a voice made you wince.
"Cute outfit, Honey."
Startled, you whirled around. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. He was sitting in the armchair, fiddling with the gun holster you'd put there.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in here?" you wanted to know angrily.
Ransom took the gun out of the holster and pointed it at you playfully. "Darling, I know a thousand ways to break into other people's houses unnoticed. Nice plaything, by the way. It suits you. But in doing so, you've broken the most important rule of the evening."
You weren't really listening to him, your eyes wandered over to the dressing room. In one of the drawers lay a loaded and unlocked pistol. Could you reach it quickly enough? It was a useless waste of time to calculate your chances, so you sprinted.
Ransom, however, was faster. He jumped up from the chair like a predator, caught you by the wrist and threw you onto the bed. Before you could react, he was on top of you, pinning your wrists to the mattress.
"Curtis and Andrew may not have noticed your little gun, but I did." His eyes were cold as ice. "I don't like being lied to, and I certainly don't like being fucked with. The rules for this particular evening exist for good reasons. Established long before you were even born. So don't think a little girl can just break them with impunity."
"Get off me." You hissed out between clenched teeth. Ransom smiled smugly, bent down to your face and shook his head.
Anger boiled up inside you. With a flourish you headbutted him, Ransom groaned and let go of your wrists for a moment. You kicked his chest with both feet and used the momentum to roll off the bed.
You were fast, but Ransom was faster. Again.
He caught you and pressed your back against the wall. "I have to say, you really are a nimble bitch. But my patience is wearing thin." His gaze dropped lower.
The struggle caused the fabric belt of your robe to loosen and your breasts were almost exposed.
"I've waited a long time for this, sweetheart. And you have now delivered me the perfect opportunity to get what I've wanted for so long. Even when you were still standing in the second row, I knew that you would become someone special. And fuck, I was not wrong "
You were paralyzed. The man who was just towering in front of you was dangerous, very much so. Still, you felt yourself getting wet in the crotch. On the one hand it was the thrill of the dangerous situation that turned you on, and on the other hand you couldn't deny what an attractive man Ransom was.
 He cupped your face in both hands and pulled you close to him to kiss you. He was both possessive and passionate. His tongue conquered your mouth and you felt his cock harden and press against your hips.
Your knees became shaky and before they gave way, Ransom lifted you up and carried you to the bed without breaking the kiss. Gently he put you down and began to undress himself.
Quickly you got rid of your robe. You hadn't had sex in ages. Work left no time for dating and if you let someone into your bedroom, you had to be sure that person was trustworthy and would take a bullet for you if necessary. Ransom certainly wasn't that kind of person, but to hell with your principles.
Your traitorous body needed him, here and now between your legs. Ransom was now naked as well, his defined muscles clearly visible despite the sparse lighting in the room.
"You're going to be a good girl now, aren't you?"
As if mesmerized, you nodded. Ransom brushed his perfect hair out of his face and lowered his mouth to the junction at your thighs.
You drew in your breath sharply as Ransom began to lick your lovebud. His teasing was simply too much for your soft and sensitive parts and when you tried to close your thighs, Ransom pushed them apart again and fixed them with his strong arms.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you. You're not going to take that pleasure away from me now."
He resumed his activity and additionally took two fingers to help him penetrate you. "Oh God, you're wet and tight. I knew from the start that it would be worth the wait, sweetie."
 You couldn't believe what was happening. The pleasure overwhelmed you and made you moan, which only seemed to encourage Ransom even more. He sucked on you like a man dying of thirst.
Your hand grabbed his hair and you pulled him closer to you. A growl left Ransom's throat. Your orgasm announced itself, through your louder moans and your pelvic muscles that began to contract.
But suddenly he stopped in mid-motion and crawled back up to you.
"Now listen to me very carefully. Before I even think about letting you come, I want you to first politely apologize for your little toy weapon and then ask permission to come."
He was so close you could see your eyes reflected in his.
"Eat. Shit. Drysdale," you said in a saccharine voice. He could kiss that demand goodbye. You couldn't help how your body reacted to him, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction and beg.
Ransom's smile froze and his hand shot out and closed around your throat.
"Do you really think you have any say here! Darling, we may be in your villa, in your bed, but the control here... is mine," Ransom pressed out.
The grip around your neck loosened a bit, but Ransom had no intention of giving up. His other hand wandered down your body, his fingers danced over your body and he placed many small tender kisses under your ear. He rubbed his thumb vigorously over your most sensitive spot.
"You know, I'm going to take what I want tonight either way. But come on, I can give you what you need so badly, make it pleasurable for you too and all you have to do is tell me what I want to hear from you," he murmured to you, nibbling on your earlobe.
You gasped and clung to Ransom's shoulders. The limit had been reached, you would surely die of a heart attack if he kept teasing you like this. You squinted your eyes and swallowed your pride. "I'm sorry and p-please fuck me." Ransom clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "That was already very nice, sweetie, but I want you to look me in the eye." What a lousy asshole.
If looks could kill, you would have just murdered Ransom multiple times. You repeated your sentence and put as much dislike as possible in your gaze. He stroked your cheek with his knuckle and smiled at you.
"Good girl."
He kissed you demandingly as he thrust his cock into your wet hole, stifling the moan that inevitably came from your throat. He fit into you perfectly, like two puzzle pieces together.
Your toes curled as Ransom thrust against your G-spot over and over again.
"Look at you, stretched out and trembling."
You matched his rhythm, encircling his pelvis with your legs and pressing him closer to you. God, this man was like pure adrenaline. His cock swelled inside you and you felt him stretching you further.
He took one of your breasts, squeezed it and licked over your nipple. He repeated the same with the other breast.What a sweet torture. The whole thing only made you wetter.
You knew it was only a matter of time before you both sent each other to nirvana.
“Once I have put my seed in you, you will be mine. Only mine.”
Although you heard the words, the meaning no longer reached your brain. It only gave you the feeling of Ransom's cock deep inside you.
One last time, Ransom increased the tempo and intensity of his thumb on your clit, causing your muscles to contract and you to moan loudly as you came to orgasm.
Your fingers clawed at his back and you held him tightly, as if you were afraid to fall deep should he let go of you. You drifted close to unconsciousness, drunk with pleasure.
Ransom also reached his goal and came growling inside you, filling your cunt with his juices. After a few last thrusts he collapsed on top of you and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
You could not speak.
It felt like you had been hit by a bus. Twice.
Ransom's soft voice reached your ear before you slipped into a deep sleep. "We will start a new dynasty and once you give us an heir, no one will dare to oppose us."
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starryevermore · 3 years
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innocence & experience ✧ ransom drysdale
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request: hey yeah you should write this😩 (“if anyone reads that and wants it.. slide into my asks and say ‘bitch gimme tatted mob boss ransom ya hoe” - in response to this ask) - @rebelemilu
pairing: tatted mob boss dark!ransom drysdale x fem!reader
summary: you’re the perfect little doll that ransom can’t wait to play with.
word count: 7,638
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is a dark fic so read all of the warnings before you choose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption, noncon, stalking, male masturbation, manipulation, bribery, cheating, somnophilia, fingering, oral (f receiving), kidnapping, size kink, mention of alcohol, not proofread
note: given the nature of the fic, i've decided to not tag people as i usually would in case this is not something they want to be subjected to. 
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In Ransom Drysdale’s line of work, having good connections is paramount. Sometimes, knowing the right person in the right circumstances can make a difference between life and death. That was why Ransom took great pride in making sure that anyone and everyone he meets would bend to his will. And perhaps the best place to start with that? The young men and women pursuing a higher education. There was an interesting idea that was prevalent among people that adults, once they passed the inglorious days of high school and officially gained their “adult card”, were capable of discerning whether or not they were being manipulated. Hell, victims were often labelled as “liars” for the simple fact that people perceive them as being “too old” to be manipulated. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Anyone at any age can be manipulated, and there were no better targets than those young people pursuing their education. 
The trick to achieving those ends was in coming across as innocent. As someone who would cause no harm, no matter the circumstances. And how to do that? Seemingly innocuous business fronts. Sure, Ransom had his fair share of seedier business dealings—clubs, bars, casinos, the works. Those got him dirtier clients and partners, the kind that didn’t mind a little mess. But sometimes that got too messy, and Ransom didn’t like messy. No, sometimes he needed something a little cleaner, something less obvious. That was how he ended up running a high end art gallery in the nicer part of town. 
Every year, the gallery would be make a sizable donation to the local university. And every year, the gallery would host a gala, inviting department heads and their best, most promising students to attend. It was the perfect opportunity for Ransom and his associates to ensure that the brightest minds the university had to offer were properly wooed and wowed, to guarantee their alliance to him and ensure they did whatever he had asked of them. Tonight was the night of that very annual gala, and Ransom could hardly wait to be introduced to all of his future playthings. 
The wealthiest and most well-connected citizens of that great city were in attendance that night. Ransom was used to rubbing elbows with people like this, knew just how to laugh and be witty and charm to get exactly what he wanted. But it was also boring. It was too easy. There was no challenge. And, if there was one thing you should know about Ransom Drysdale, it was that he loved challenges. It’s the only way to make it in his line of work. You don’t become the most powerful mob boss in the city by not liking a good challenge. 
Tonight was perhaps the most boring night Ransom had experienced in a long time, and he was just itching for some excitement. 
Enter the student representatives from the local university. 
Dozens of students made their entrance, and Ransom was just itching to get his hands on at least one of them. For at least one of them to fall perfectly into his carefully laid trap. Out of the corner of his eye, while he spoke to one of the politicians in the city (What? Was he expected to remember their names? As if.), he kept a close watch on the young faces in the crowd. But none of them captivated his interest quite like the pretty little one in a shimmering gold dress—his favorite of the dresses he’d sent the university have the students representatives wear, alongside the tuxes for the men and the various accessories he’d chosen for the students—sweeping across the floor. You were positively dazzling, wowing the other attendees immediately with your bright eyes and sweet demeanor. Oh, yes. Yes, he was captivated. You were the perfect prey for him to sink his teeth into. 
He watched as you walked over to the bar, ordering a drink, and he took that as his chance to pounce. As you waited for his drink, he excused himself from the conversation with the Mayor. (Or was it a Senator? A Representative? Eh, who gives a shit?) He walked over to you, slowly, like a predator stalking its next meal, before sliding up next to you, his voice smooth like honey as he asked, “Come here often? Haven’t seen you at one of these things before.”
You smiled up at him, batting your pretty little lashes while you drank in the ink littering his hands and neck. You had a cute smile curling across your face as you said, “Oh, no. The gallery sponsors my university, and they asked that they send some students to attend tonight.”
“Oh, so you’re a student?” he asked, feigning interest. “What are you studying then?”
“I’m getting my masters in arts administration. I actually graduate in about a month.”
“How exciting! I hope you don’t mind me giving you an early congratulations,” he said. Oh, he wanted to give her an early congratulations alright. Preferably with that pretty little dress pushed up her pretty little legs, her pretty little wrapped around his cock as he took her in the bathroom and—
“Thank you! I’m really excited to get out into the real world and actually put my degree to work. That’s actually why I came tonight. When I heard that they were looking for students to come to the gallery tonight, I jumped at the opportunity. Figured it would be a good chance to get networking.”
He raised a brow. “A woman who goes after what she wants? Oh, petal, you’re a woman after my own heart.” He extended a hand toward you. “I’m Ransom. Ransom Drysdale.”
You took his hand, and he had to bite back a moan as he realized how tiny your dainty little hand was. It awakened something in him, some sort of primal instinct to keep you away from the dangers of the world, lock you away in his bedroom and never let you see the light of day again. He’d been looking for a little wife for a long time now, and he’d never been more convinced that someone was “the one” until he laid his eyes on you. There was just something about your cute little presence in a world so dark, you somehow being untainted by the horrors of the world, that drew him in. Yes, he would have you. You were his, even if you didn’t know it yet. 
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said.
He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, never breaking eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but smirk as your free hand covered your mouth as you giggled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, petal.”
As he pulled your hand away from his lips, still holding onto it, you asked, “So, what do you, Mr. Drysdale?”
“Oh, petal, you can call me Ransom. Mr. Drysdale is my father, and we’re not exactly on great terms,” he said. “I’m a businessman of sorts. I actually own this gallery.”
“Oh!” you squeaked, your eyes widening. Fuck, it took everything in him to not bend you over the bar and take you right then and there. “Oh, I hope I wasn’t being too presumptuous about the networking thing earlier. I wouldn’t want—”
“Petal, in my gallery, you can have any position you want,” he said. “But, other than the gallery, I own a club not far from here. What do you say we head out of here and take our fun elsewhere?”
“Oh, no I couldn’t—”
“Don’t worry ‘bout getting in trouble. It’s my event. If the school has anything to say about it, I’ll have it all smoothed over.”
“No, that’s not it. It’s just…Well, I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea, Ransom. I actually have a boyfriend, and I wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship.”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Though it was his instinct to go off about how he would be infinitely better for you, how he could provide for you and protect you and please you in ways that your current boyfriend never could, he also knew that he was playing the role of a charming bachelor. Slinking back into his instincts would be counter-productive, and it would only make what he was trying to do all the more difficult. So, instead, he said, “My apologies, petal. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine!” you quickly said. 
“Well, I suppose I should get back to mingling. And I was serious about what I said. If you want a place in my business, all you gotta do is ask.”
“Thank you, Ransom. I’ll keep that in mind. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“You too, petal,” he said, before moving away from the bar and slinking back into the crowd, trying to find one of his men so he could let them know of the plan he was concocting. 
A boyfriend, eh? Oh, that was no issue. Ransom could handle that.
And handle that, he did. 
The good thing about being head honcho was that he was could delegate a lot of responsibilities down to the people below him. He freed his schedule, his workload, of everything but what was absolutely necessary for him to complete. Any and all free time he had was dedicated toward the pursuit of you. And, did you know the better part about being the man in charge? It meant that he could direct as many as his men as he wanted to keep an eye on you, to keep detailed records of what you were doing. His favorite job, though? Oh, it had to be looking through the pretty pictures that were taken of you. 
One of his men, one that typically gathered intel about Ransom’s enemies to use as leverage, had been tasked with following you. And the pictures he got of you, oh they were magnificent. Ones of you walking across campus, scrolling through your phone while you walked from class to class. Ones of you in the library, your hair as mess as you tugged at your strands as you stressed over some convoluted concept you were expected to have memorized. Ones of you going out for drinks with your friends. One of you, carefully cropped to include only you, where you could be seen riding your boyfriend, your head thrown back in orgasmic bliss. 
Those were his favorite pictures. Even though they were grainier, a result of them having been took through a window and having to be cropped so that your boyfriend’s face couldn’t be seen, they were perfect. When he closed his eyes, Ransom liked to imagine what that pretty little face of yours would like while he fucked you stupid. How your eyes would roll to the back of your skull as you’d scream, the way your cute little claws would rake down his chest until he’d grab in one hand and pin above your head. 
One night, after having gathered enough intel on your boyfriend, some bastard named Oliver Langley who worked in I.T., Ransom sank into his silk sheets, ready for his own private celebration. He’d already rid himself of his clothes as he was the type of man that preferred sleeping in the nude. Once properly situated in bed, he reached over and grabbed the framed picture on his nightstand, the one of your riding your pathetic boyfriend. 
Though he’d long since memorized the image, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning at the sight of you. Oh, you were so perfect. Perfect for him. A pretty little girl that he couldn’t wait to get his hands onto, to defile and ruin for anyone else. The thought of you being his little doll made his cock ache as he grasped it with his free hand. His moans got louder as he stroked himself, pretending that his hand was your tight cunt, that you were seated on his lap, bouncing on his cock. His movements sped up as he squeezed his eyes shut, sinking further into his bed as he came. 
When he opened his eyes, he saw that his cum landed on the glass of the frame, perfectly covering your tiny body. He groaned at the sight, his already softening dick starting to harden once more as he imagined what it would like with your actual face painted in his cum. He gently wiped the frame of his cum, whispering, “Don’t worry, petal. I’ll be taking care of you soon enough.”
The next day, Ransom was in his office, leaning back in his leather chair as he waited for his men to return with your boyfriend in tow. He hoped to do this cleanly, to not have to make a mess of things. For, as much as he enjoyed messes, he also knew that it would be easier for you to sink into his arms after a betrayal rather than death. And, well, that would be easier for him, and he preferred to make things easy for himself. 
“Where the fuck are you taking me?!” 
Ransom smirked when he heard your boyfriend shouting down the hall. A few moments later, there was a knock at the door and Ransom shouted, “Come in!”
The door swung open and Oliver was carried in by two of Ransom’s bodyguards. 
“Ah, Mr. Langley!” Ransom greeted him. “Thank you for gracing us with your presence!”
Oliver thrashed around as the men forced him into one of the leather chairs in front of Ransom’s desk. He tried to shoot up, tried to run off, but a large hand on his shoulder forced him back down easily. 
“Now, now, there won’t be any running today. We’d find you anyways, and it wouldn’t be that good for you.”
“Why am I here?” Oliver asked, trying to mask the waver in his voice. Cute. He thought he could be tough. It’d be fun to see how quickly he would cave. “I haven’t done shit. But-but I don’t want any trouble.”
“Yeah? Me neither,” Ransom said, leaning forward and propping himself on his desk with his elbows. “So let’s make this quick. You’re gonna leave your girlfriend.”
Oliver’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t repeat myself, Mr. Langley.”
“I’m not gonna leave Y/N!”
“You seem to think it’s an option,” Ransom laughed. “Rest assured, it’s not. The method of which you leave her is entirely up to you. It can be done easily, where you live, or you take the hard route, and we start picking about your headstone. Which would it be?”
“Why do I have to break up with her? She’s done nothing.”
“No, she’s done nothing. Except caught my interest. I’m sure you’re well aware that she’s a pretty little thing, and I’m sure you can understand why I want her as my own.”
“She’s not property—”
“Perhaps. For now. But, like I said, you have no option but to leave her so that she can be mine. And you know what? My patience is running thin. Better make your choice quickly, or I’ll be forced to make it for you.”
“I can’t hurt her,” Oliver whispered, his hands falling to his lap as he clasped his hands together, his fingernails biting into his palm. “I love her too much to do that.”
It was cute, that he thought that. That he prioritized love so highly. But, Ransom knew that resolve would quickly crumble. It always does. Love’s a fickle thing, after all. It never lasts. 
“Everyone’s got a price. What’s yours?”
He only scoffed. “You can’t pay me off. I’m not leaving her. Not willingly.”
“A hundred grand?” Ransom asked. Oliver’s eyes immediately shot up, before looking back at his clasped hands. Ransom couldn’t help but smirk. He was right, after all. Everyone had a price. It just mattered if it could be met or not. “Ooh, higher? Hmm, how about two hundred? Three?”
There was silence for a moment, and Ransom had a quip on the tip of tongue when—
“Five.”
Ransom couldn’t help but laugh. “Five and you’ll do everything I ask?”
“Only if you agree that once it’s over between me and Y/N that you’ll leave me alone.”
“Then we got ourselves a deal.”
The scene was then set. 
For someone who seemed so reluctant to leave you, Oliver seemed far too eager to play the role that Ransom was forcing him into. When Ransom presented the man with his little black book, telling him to pick someone out so that you would catch him in the act of cheating, he took far too much care in picking out the “perfect partner”. It almost made Ransom laugh. And to think Ransom had almost considered Oliver to be a loyal partner. But he supposed he was right, that love always crumbled. You just had to know what someone was willing to take to give it all up. 
The only thing that would’ve made this perfect was if Ransom could’ve been in the room when it happened, be able to see the way your little face would crumple up when you saw the person you thought loved you throw it all. Instead, he waited in his car, parked just outside of Oliver’s apartment building with a perfect view into the bedroom window. 
The plan was set into motion. You’d just walked into the building, having gotten off work and made your usual journey to Oliver’s so that you both could go grab some dinner. A few minutes passed, and then he could see you opening the door, finding your once loving boyfriend taking a blonde with perky tits from behind. You were shouting, Ransom was sure of that by the way you were throwing your arms about and pointing accusatory fingers. You threw something at Oliver, then slammed the door shut behind you as you stalked out of the apartment and out of the building. 
Ransom didn’t even need to tell his driver to follow you, the car immediately lurching forward as you stomped down the sidewalk. They tailed you for several minutes, until you stopped in front of a bar, before deciding to enter the establishment. 
Oh, cute. You were falling perfectly into his trap. Bet you didn’t even know that was his bar. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. 
Ransom was practically buzzing as he watched you walk into his bar. Oh, it took everything in him to not rush in there and take you immediately. But he was playing the long game, and he wasn’t a big fan on changing the rules in the middle of the game. No, he liked to see it out til the end, just like how he’d planned for it to go. So, instead, he waited in his car for a few minutes, giving you enough time to settle with your drink of choice so that he could waltz in, seemingly innocent, before playing the next round of cat and mouse. 
Casting a glance at his watch, he got out of the car, telling his driver that he’ll call if he needs him. Then he walked into the building, searching the small place, before his eyes settled on you. You were seated at the bar, nursing a drink, looking totally disappointed in the world. Just like how he wanted you.
“What brings you here on this fine Friday evening?” he asked, sliding onto the stool next to you.
You looked up, your pretty doe eyes all wide as you recognized him. Then you looked down, your shoulders slumped, and mumbled, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hey now,” he said, reaching over to grab the hand that wasn’t holding onto a glass. “Don’t be like that. I know we don’t know each other that well, but you can tell me if something’s wrong. I won’t judge you for it. Might even let you cry on my shoulder.”
“It’s just…” You sighed, squeezing his hand like you needed to know he was there, that the comfort he was offering was real. “My boyfriend…He, uh, I caught him cheating tonight. And, I don’t know…I thought things were going well. I thought he was going to propose. But, he just…He found someone that looked like a fucking model, and just…I don’t know. I shouldn’t feel sad ‘cause clearly he didn’t want me, but I…I wanted him, you know? I thought he was the one I’d spend the rest of my life with.”
“He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Ransom said, running his thumb over the top of your hand. “I don’t know you too well, but even I can see you’re a fucking catch. If he wants to throw that all away, that’s his loss.”
You chuckled softly. “Thanks. I don’t quite believe you, but…Thank you.”
“Listen, I’ll tell you every day if I have to if it means you’ll believe me.”
You smiled, taking another sip of your drink. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Now, how ‘bout we work on cheering you up and forgetting that bastard ever even existed?”
“I’d like that a lot.”
And that was exactly what he did, telling you story after story after story to get you laughing. Never, not once, did that pretty smile of yours leave your face. And he really fucking liked that, liked knowing that he was the one bringing you joy. That he was the one responsible for your happiness. That you were his. You talked with him for hours, but it didn’t feel like it at all. Though he was playing pretend, playing the part of a sweet man, it almost felt natural. He supposed that was because you were something he really wanted. Something that he had to have his hands on.
And the best part? You never once let go of his hand while he talked to you. He watched as you traced your finger along the owl tattooed on his hand. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout there, petal?”
“Kinda wanna color it in,” you mumbled. You blinked, looking up at him, almost startled. “Sorry. I-I don’t know why I said that.”
“It’s fine, petal. It’s actually real cute of you,” he cooed, turning his hand over so that he could hold your tiny one. God, it still did something to him to see how small you were in comparison to him. “Hey, it’s getting late and the bar’s ‘bout to close. How ‘bout I walk you back to your place?”
“That’s real sweet of you. You don’t have to do that, you know,” you said, smiling slightly before hopping off the stool.
“It’s no issue. I could never live with myself if I let you walk alone in the dark. Anything could happen, you know,” he said, placing his card on the bar to pay for your drinks. 
“Wait, you don’t have to pay—”
“Shh, let me take care of you,” he said and you immediately quieted. How cute, how compliant. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you and make you bend to his will. The bartender came over, and Ransom winked, a signal that he was just supposed to pretend like Ransom had paid. After all, he owned the damn bar. It’s not like he actually had to pay for his own shit. Nah, he could just mark up the prices even more if it came down to it. 
Once the bill was “paid”, Ransom led you out of the bar, his hand on the small of your back as you walked down the street. You told him the address, that it was only a couple blocks away. He pretended he didn’t know, that he hadn’t memorized every detail of your life already. But, as you reached the apartment building, a torrential downpour hit, forcing the two of you to sprint the last block to the building, you holding onto his hand while you ran. 
By the time the two of you reached your doorstep, you were positively drenched. But he almost didn’t mind—after all, he could afford to replace his clothes. What he couldn’t afford was losing his moment. So, he laughed as he muttered some sort of joke about the rain, making you laugh, before he said, “Well, I suppose I should be finding a way back to my place.”
“I don’t think it’s gonna let up,” you said, listening to the rain pound against the building. “Do you…Do you wanna stay the night? I’d hate for you to have to get home in this sorta weather.”
“That’s real sweet of you,” he said, echoing your earlier words. “I really appreciate that.”
Oh, what a naïve little flower you were, letting the big bad wolf into your home.
You led him into the apartment, it looking so much cuter in person. All of your little knick-knacks perfectly lined up on a shelf, your fuzzy throw blankets decorating your couch. The cheesy little signs hanging on the wall—all of it so sweet, so innocent. 
“I, uh, think I have a pair of pajama pants of Oli—of my ex boyfriend’s. If you’d like them?”
“That’d be real nice. Thank you,” he said, fighting the urge to grit his teeth at the thought of wearing something that once belonged to that bastard. 
You disappeared into your bedroom for a moment before returning with the pants. “Um, you can change in the bathroom, if you want? It’s right down the hall.”
He nodded, before going to change out of his clothes and into the pathetic pants. He inspected them, some sort of polyester cotton blend. They were a deep shade of red, decorated with little Captain America shields. He scoffed. Only a fucking loser would have such childish pants as a grown adult. But it also made him realize just how much you needed him, needed a real man in your life. A little thing like you needed a firm hand to guide you through life, and he knew that he was perfect for that role.
When he came out of the bathroom, he found you in your room, changed into a cute little tank top with a butterfly on it and bright green booty shorts. He bit his lip as he drank in your legs, before clearing his throat. You spun around, looking at him, as he said, “I’ll just sleep on the couch so I don’t bother you.”
“No!” you said. “I mean, you can sleep in here, if you want. I’d hate for you to sleep out on the couch. I’ve done it before, it’s not that comfortable. Besides, we’re both adults, right? We can sleep beside each other without it being weird.”
“Well, if you’re sure…” he said, biting back his grin. 
He settled in your bed, tucking himself under the comforter while you flicked on your box fan for some noise. Then you turned out all lights before sliding into your side of the bed. “Goodnight, Ransom.”
“Goodnight, petal.”
He laid on his side, feigning sleep, waiting until he heard cute little snores to escape your pretty mouth before he moved. He sat up, turning to look at you. Oh, you looked like an absolute angel as you slept, your hair splayed over your cotton pillowcases, your nose crinkling slightly as you entered your dreamworld. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. He placed his hand down on your hip, pushing down until you rolled over onto your back. Then he moved, adjusting himself until he was kneeling between your legs, careful to not make any sudden movements in case you woke up. 
Hooking his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, he tugged down, pulling your silky panties down with them. He had to hold back his moan as he got his first sight of your pretty. God, it was prettier than he ever could have imagined, all pink and slick before he could even do anything to you. He wondered if you had gotten wet just by him being in the same bed as him. The thought made him smirk, convincing him that you wanted this just as much as he slip. 
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your clit before taking it between his lips and gently sucking on it. He pushed one finger past your entrance while he sucked on your clit, meeting some resistance as he pressed deeper. The moan he released couldn’t be stopped as he realized just how tight you were. He couldn’t help but wonder how much tighter you’d feel with his cock all snug inside you, how you’d be a whimpering, sobbing mess, begging for mercy while he had his way with you. He pushed another finger in, scissoring you as he lapped up your juices. 
Above him, you moaned, yet never opened your eyes. Imagining the wet dream you might have been having, he sped up his movements, trying to bring you closer to your orgasm. He inserted a third finger, curling them inside you quickly as your already small pussy tightened around them. You let out a loud moan, panting slightly as your pussy tightened even more, spasming around him as he pushed you over the edge. 
He pressed an almost gentle kiss to your pussy before he pulled away, sucking your juices off of his fingers. Once cleaned, he grabbed your shorts and panties and pulled them back up, covering up the evidence of what he’d done. Before returning to his side of the bed, he gave your clothed pussy one final rub then settled next to you, pulling you against his chest as he slung his arm around you.
When you awoke in the morning, you looked shocked, but almost pleased, to see him wrapped around you. At least, you certainly didn’t push him. No, you turned over to bury your face in his chest, all nestled in his arms like you belonged. He almost wondered if you’d secretly been awake while he ate you out, but he pushed the thought away. An innocent thing like you wouldn’t have been so willing to eat you out while you slept. No, you certainly would’ve put up a fight. 
He still had a lot of work to do before you’d be fully ready for him.
Luckily, though, the storm continued to rage outside, the rain hitting harshly against your windows, reminding him that he was still to pretend to be trapped with you. Well, at least that gave him plenty of time to get you to open up to him, to trust him, so that he could win his game. 
And that he did. 
That entire weekend, he spent getting to know you. Learning the dirty little secrets he couldn’t get in a file. Learning what made you tick, what made you happy and sad and angry. And he filed it all away for further use. And he opened up to you, too. Just a smidge, anyways. Not too much. He couldn’t let you know everything about him until you were his for real, when he knew you couldn’t run away. But it was enough to make you trust him.
When the weekend ended, you considered Ransom a friend. When you weren’t in class or working your mediocre part-time job, you were with him. At the bar, at a restaurant, at your apartment. Always together. You once remarked that you couldn’t imagine a life without him now that he was in it. An innocent enough statement, but it was exactly what Ransom wanted, needed, to hear. 
Soon. 
Soon you would be his.
And, once you were his, he would never let you go. 
As you neared your final exams, Ransom took great care in making sure that you knew he was there for you. You’d already gathered that he was a wealthy man, given that he enjoyed taking you out on extravagant dinners, he always wore the most expensive and well-pressed suits, and that he had mentioned on more than one occasion about the various businesses he owned around the city. But, he realized, you didn’t grasp the full extent of his wealth until you were seated in his rather large home. He had invited you there because you once remarked that it was hard to study in your apartment because the person above you always was stomping across the floor and the people on each side of you were either having wild sex at all hours of the day or constantly blaring heavy metal at full volume. So, Ransom was kind enough to extend you an invitation into his home, saying that no one would dare to bother you so long as you were there. 
So, as you began studying for you finals, you set up camp at his dining room table—a large, magnificent mahogany table that nearly stretched from wall to wall. All of your books were spread out, your notes carefully laid out as you recited…whatever you were reciting. Ransom didn’t pay too much attention to what you were doing. No, he was more preoccupied in making sure that none of his men dared to disturb you, in ensuring that you didn’t catch wind of what his true business was. No, that was still a secret. He couldn’t let you know who he was until he was sure that he could have you. 
Luckily for him, you were oblivious to everything happening in the house, too busy burying yourself in your studies to even notice that something wasn’t right. He was almost convinced that he could kill someone in the next room and you would be none wiser. He didn’t risk that, of course. But he was itching to test your limits, to start playing with his pretty little doll. 
You finished your exams on the Wednesday of finals week. You were sat at his table, mindlessly clicking answers on your exam, and Ransom was sat across from you, waiting for you to finish so that he could take you out for dinner. You were so focused on your exam, totally unaware that he’d even finished. Then, you were throwing your arms up and cheering.
“You done?” he asked.
You jumped, now aware of his presence. Then, you were running around to the other end of the table to throw your arms around him, pressing your little body against him. He suppressed his moan at the contact, opting to just hug you back, as you said, “I’m done! I’m officially done!”
“Congratulations, petal,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Know your grades yet?”
“Just a couple. A’s, but I’m waiting on the rest. I’m sure I passed, though!”
“Of course you passed, petal. You’re positively brilliant,” he said, pulling out of the hug and moving to caress your face with his large hand. “And if you didn’t, you can bet your ass that I’d be at your professor’s doorstep threatening ‘em to change your grade.”
You laughed, unaware of the truth behind his words. “You’re too sweet to me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, petal.”
“Oh!” you gasped, your eyes going wide. “I totally forgot about doing this earlier, but I wanted to know if you wanted to come to my graduation? It’s this Saturday, at 9am, and…If you have plans already, don’t feel pressured to come! I just…I have no one else to be there for me, and I just thought…I don’t know, that you’re my friend and it’d be nice to have some support there?”
He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’d love to be there for you.”
“Really?”
“I just wished you would’ve told me sooner, petal,” he said, pretending like he was going to turn down the offer. When your face crumpled up and your bottom lip wobbled slightly, he changed course and said, “I would’ve gotten you a nice, big bouquet of flowers for the occasion.” 
“Oh, no!” you protested, your previous disappointment washing away as quickly as it came. “You don’t have to do that. You being there would make me perfectly happy.”
He pretended to consider your words. Then, he said, “Well, I’ll be there. I’ll be there with the biggest bouquet I can get on short notice. And I better not hear a word against it, petal. You deserve it for all that you’ve accomplished.”
“Well, thank you. That means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome, petal. Now, come on, I got reservations at that restaurant you mentioned wanting to go to.”
When Saturday came, Ransom made sure to show up early enough to get a good seat to see you, so you could see him. And when you walked out with your fellow classmates to take your seats, your place just lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July when you saw him in the stands. You had a brilliant, bright smile and you raised your hand to give him a big wave before turning your attention back to walking to your seat. Then, the cherry on top, you kept looking over to where he sat, a clear smile on your face every time you glanced his way.
God, this was perfect. This was going perfectly. 
At the conclusion of the ceremony, after the graduates all existed the stadium, Ransom made his way to find you, a large bouquet in his hand. He quickly spotted you near the parking lot, looking around for him.
“Ransom!” you called out when you saw him, waving at him.
“Hey petal,” he said, pulling you into a hug, careful not to ruin the bouquet. Then he released you, handing you the pretty bouquet. “You looked amazing out there.”
“I didn’t do much more than sitting,” you laughed.
“And you were the prettiest girl sitting out there.”
“You’re too kind, Ransom. Thank you.”
Before he could respond, a voice behind them, a mother of another graduate it seemed, asked, “Excuse me, would you two like a picture together? You both look too nice to not capture this moment.”
Ransom smiled at the woman, passing her his phone. “Thank you.”
He moved so he was standing beside you, his arm wrapped around you waist. You leaned into his side, holding tightly onto the bouquet. You both smiled, and his phone flashed. Then she was handing him his phone back.
“That good?” she asked.
“Perfect,” Ransom said as he pulled up the picture. He glanced down at you. “Just like you, petal.”
You smiled at the praise, then said to the woman, “Thank you.”
The woman said “you’re welcome” before walking off with her kid. You leaned your face against Ransom’s bicep as he asked you, “You really like the picture?”
“Yeah, it’s amazing. Do you think…Could you send that to me? Wanna make that my lock screen,” you mumbled. 
He smiled down at you. “Anything for you, petal. Now, c’mon, I got us reservations for lunch.”
“I swear, you’re trying to make me fall in love with you just ‘cause you keep me fed,” you joked as he led you to his car.
“Maybe that’s the plan, petal. Would that be so wrong?”
“As long as you keep taking me to great restaurants, it’ll never be a problem to me.”
No, that wouldn’t be the problem. The problem would be what he told you at lunch. As the two of you walked into the restaurant, as you were being led to your table, he sent a message to his men, telling them to be ready at any of the exits in the restaurant in case you tried to make a run for it. He couldn’t risk you getting away from him. Not when he’s worked so hard to get you to this point. 
He kept on with his act throughout the meal. You were completely oblivious to the confession he was about to make, to the proposition he was about to give you. No, you still thought he was a good man. Oh, he couldn’t wait to shatter those expectations. 
As you finished desert, Ransom set his fork down and said, “Petal, I got something I wanna tell you.”
“Yeah?” you asked. 
“I know we’ve been friends, but I can’t deny the attraction I feel to you any longer. I’d like us to be more than just friends, and I know you’d like that to.”
“Oh.” Shit, why weren’t you swooning? Had he not sufficiently wooed you? “Ransom, I-I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m really not ready for a relationship now. It’s barely been a month since Oliver…you know. I do like you, really, but…I just need more time.”
He scoffed. “Are you fucking serious?”
“You…you’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Mad? No. I’m fucking furious,” he seethed. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve done to get you where you are now?”
“What-what are you talking about?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I meant. Do you seriously think that bastard would just cheat without a little persuasion? That I just happened to go to the same bar as you that night? Petal, you’ve been mine. You are mine. You just need to accept that, now.”
You blinked slowly. “I-I have to go to the bathroom. Can we continue this when I get back?”
“…of course. Take your time.”
As you walked away, he sent a message to the men at the back of the restaurant, letting them know you were about to make a run for it. While he waited for a response, he went ahead and paid the check, took his time getting ready to leave. Then—
Ding!
He looked down at his phone, seeing the text he’d received. 
Got her, boss, the message read. 
Perfect. Now the fun could really begin.
Apparently you’d put up quite the fight when you were grabbed by his men, and they had to knock you out in order to get you into the car. It was a couple hours before you woke up again. Ransom wished he could’ve seen it, the way you fought back so reverently. But, he figured he’d see that fighting spirit soon enough. He just needed you to wake first. In the mean time, he brought you into his bedroom, laying you down on his large bed. He changed you out of the dress you’d chosen to wear to the ceremony, opting to put you in one of the pretty outfits he’d gotten you. After all, if you were his doll, he needed to make sure every part of you was to his liking. Once you were changed, he got out the large gold chain, attaching one end to your ankle and the other to the foot of the bed. It was just long enough that you could walk around the room and get into the master bathroom, but short enough to keep you confined to the room. A little safety precaution until he was sure he could trust you wouldn’t try to run. Not that he would let you leave the room often, even when he did know he could trust you. 
Then, when he had you just as he wanted you, he sat back in a plush chair against the wall, and waited. 
You groaned as you woke up, your hands going up to rub at your eyes. When you could see clearly, you propped yourself up on your elbows and glanced around the room. “Where the fuck—” you mumbled. 
“Language.”
Your head snapped in his direction, your mouth falling open. “Ransom—”
“I don’t appreciate you trying to run, petal,” he said, rising to his feet. “But I get it. It was very overwhelming, so I’ll choose to forgive you just this once. But let me make myself clear: you are not to run ever again unless you want to be punished for it. Do you understand?”
“Ransom, I—”
“Do. You. Understand.” he repeated.
“I-yes. I understand.”
“Good.” He sat on the bed, straddling you at your waist. You tried to scoot back, but he pushed down on your shoulders, holding you in place. He leaned down, his lips brushing up against yours. “I got a lotta rules for you, petal, but we can go over them in the morning when you’re feeling better. I’m sure you got a real bad headache now. Don’t you?”
“I-I do.”
“Yeah. That’ll be your only punishment for trying to run this time. But do it again? It’ll be a lot worse.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now, let me make myself clear. You only have two options: either you play the part of my pretty little doll and I’ll make sure you are treated like an angel or you fight back and I make sure that everyone you love pays the price. Which will it be?”
You sniffled, screwing your eyes shut and trying to turn your face away.
He grabbed at your jaw, forcing you to face him. “I didn’t hear an answer. Better make a decision quick, before I’m forced to pick which of your loved ones I torture first.”
“I-I’ll be good. Promise.”
“Good choice, petal,” he said, pressing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue down your throat, kissing you breathless. When he finally pulled away, he looked down at you with something almost akin to love (or, perhaps, more accurately, obsession) in his eyes. “You’ll learn to love it here, with me. Promise.”
Little did he know, you were already planning on trying to find a way out of your cage, to find a way to get past him and get to your freedom.
You never did. 
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locked out of heaven ⋆ ransom drysdale
mob!ex-boyfriend!ransom drysdale x female!reader
word count ⋆ 1,865
warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, soft!ransom, some angst, mentions of murder and violence (no one dies tho), unprotected sex, soft sex turns to slightly-rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, some degradation, slight nipple play.
author’s note ⋆ I’m not exaggerating on soft!ransom, he’s a changed man, he’s just so in love
don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.
PART 2
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ransom hated to admit, but he was entirely shaken tonight.
all he wanted was to hold you, allowing him to rest his head against your chest as he listens intently to the pace of your heart beat.
but, alas, you were back in your old apartment— safe and sound, of course, ransom wouldn’t have it any other way since you left.
“here’s fine.” he stated as his chauffeur came to a halt in front of the street ransom had memorized not so long ago.
straightening his tan jacket, he pranced into the building, taking an elevator two stories up til he once again found himself shuffling through his pockets for the spare key.
it was around 4:00a.m, he could only assume you were in a deep slumber, and he was correct considering he was greeted by the gray and white kitten he gifted you last christmas.
grimacing at the echoing sound of his classy shoes pressing against the creaky, wooden floor, he slipped inside your room and sighed thankfully at the sight of you curled beneath your blankets, snoring softly.
an idea sparked in ransom’s head and before he contemplated the possible consequences of his stupid actions, he jumped on the bed, most of his body weight trapping your legs, keeping you from shooting up properly with a shriek.
“w-wha- ransom?” you yanked back the auburn hair to meet the unforgivable baby blue eyes.
“missed me?” he asks rhetorically as you scoff and smack him on the head, squirming away from his touch.
“you can’t just break in, ransom! god, you’re such an asshole!” you cried out in distress, feeling your heart pound in your ears from the fright.
“calm down,” he laughs, “you’re the one who gave me a fucking key.” he tugged the sheets from you and hummed at the sight of your bare legs.
“you were supposed to give it back. what the fuck are you doing here?” you yawned as he snuggles against your torso, attempting to hide the blood stains on his collar— but you noticed. you always did.
he grew silent, pondering over your question as he picked at your pajama t-shirt, vexed at the fact he needed a reason to just feel you near.
“ransom,” you whispered softly, treading your fingers through his hair, “did something happen?”
how could you be so sweet to someone so inhuman like him?
“doesn’t matter. you’re coming with me tonight.” before you just reject his offer, he scooped you into his arms and slipped off the bed, not forgetting to pick up your kitten on the way out.
feeling too sleepy to start a fight, you let yourself be limp in his arms as you cradled your cat, knowing it was better to let ransom take you home than to protest.
It was a routine he created, pissed you weren’t in his bed after a long fucking day of dealing with idiots, and picked you up before sunrise— you didn’t hate it.
it just felt wrong.
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after the chofer bringing the two of you back to ransom’s enormous estate, the brunette carried you into his home and led you up the flight of stairs, directly into his room.
“what’re you doing, ransom?” you asked with a quiet voice, watching him take a few towels into the bathroom and a heart-shaped bath-bomb you left behind.
“we’re gonna take a bath, what’s it look like?” he responded with a smirk, making you sputter and follow him like a puppy, eyes locked on him as he shed himself of his clothing.
“b-but it’s four in the—“
“I know what time it is, bunny. start stripping.” the nickname made you huff, attempting to hide your smile but failed; he knew you like the back of his hand.
“you’re robbing me of precious hours of sleep, you know I’ve got work tomorrow.” you complained, removing the only item of clothing you currently had on, feeling a shiver crawl down your spin as he stepped into the warm bathtub and sat back, glancing up at you.
“I’m waiting.” you sigh at his remark, slowly stepping into the tub and made sure your back was pressed against ransom’s rock hard chest— he was positive you were his missing puzzle piece, as stupid as it sounded.
he watched intently as you placed the bath bomb in the water and it began fizzing, releasing a rainbow of colors, surrounding each other.
“you’re not going to work tomorrow.” he stated, his large hands rubbing up and down your thighs, “we’re staying home.”
“ransom-“
“you���re staying here, we’ll do whatever you want.” you identified the pleading in his harsh tone, causing you to cautiously turn to face him, straddling his lap.
“we’re not together anymore.” you reminded him as you searched his eyes, and for the first time, you could tell he felt utterly alone.
he wasn’t the stubborn guy you swore would storm into a fit if he didn’t get shit done his way, or destroyed everything in sight when you decided it was best to go down different roads.
oh, it tore him apart.
but the man he had become? it was all for you.
“remember john? the fucker who I just knew was stealing from the company?” he switched conversation and you nodded for him to continue.
“well, turns out I was fucking right, like always,” you chuckled at his words as your finger drew imaginary figures on his broad chest, “so me and a few of the guys decided to kill him.”
he so bluntly mentioned, clearing his throat the second you stiffed in his arms.
“but when we busted down his fuckin’ door, his girl was holding their baby in her arms, and I just.. I-“ his voice inevitably cracked, making your eyes well with tears.
“they’re fine. we let off john with a warning, punching the shit out of him, of course.” you furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he was getting at, how his heart had chosen the passive decision.
“I thought of you. when I saw the fear in her eyes, you just— it was like you were right there with me, I fucking swear.” he confessed in exasperation, chest heaving as you cupped his face in your hands, feeling tears stray down your own cheeks.
“that’s why I’m here, huh.” you came to the conclusion, caressing his skin, watching his pretty ocean eyes dart across the bathroom.
“I hate it when you’re not here, bunny. fuckin’ hate it.” he admits, tightening his thick arms around your body as you welcome his warmth.
“I’ll always be here, ransom.” you breath out at the feeling of his cock hardening against your stomach.
“promise me.” he grunts as his hand gathers a mind of it own and begins to jerk at his thickening member, dragging it up and down your slit, making you mewl.
“I promise, ransom.” you whisper against his lips as you mesh them together, hearts racing as his tongue explored your own.
“gonna be a good girl for me, bunny?” he murmured, rough fingers pinching at your nipples, compelling him to suck harshly at the hardening nubs, worshipping you.
“just fuck me already,” you pouted, tugging at the end of his soft brown hair as he leaned back with a smirk, hand straying to rub at your clit with his thumb, making you jolt.
“fine.” he narrows his eyes as he raises you by your hips and slams you down in his slightly curved cock, making your mouth gape with a pathetic gasp with a grip to his shoulders.
“so fuckin’ tight for me,” he gritted through his teeth as he began to thrust his hips upwards, the engorged head of his cock beating at your g-spot every single time, causing you to loudly whimper and beg for him to stop although your clenching pussy spoke otherwise.
“you want me to stop? or you want to cum?” he growled as he mercilessly circled at your pulsing clit til squeezed your eyes shut and cried out.
“fuck! right there, please!” the two of you ignore the water overflowing the tub, splashing around the two of you.
his free hand went to wrap around your throat, somehow keeping you from twist away from his overstimulation.
“you feel so fuckin’ warm, baby,” he breathes out, feeling light-headed at the way your cunt practically began to milk his cock, he knew how much your body needed him.
you could feel him everywhere. your ass continued smacking against his thighs, manhandling you just like he used to, fucking into you like his mindless toy as you took all of him, every ridge, every throb.
“wanna feel you cum,” you cried softly, and before you knew it, he carried you out of the tub and hoisted you into the sink.
mind set on making you fall apart in his arms, he began to drill into you, causing your back to repeatedly smack against the giant fogged mirror, he held your legs wide open to admire your abused cunt take his whole length.
“r-ran— shit, I-i’m cumming—“ you bowed your back as one of your hands shot to rub your clit raw, crying out your release.
“love how you open your mouth like a little slut,” he heaved out, shoving two thick fingers past your tongue, signaling for you to suck on them with dazed eyes.
“my fuckin’ slut, huh? all mine.” your eyes locked on his darkening ones as you nodded with saliva sloppily dripping down your chin.
“my slut’s gonna squirt on my cock again, right?” he devilishly grinned as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and pinched at your sore nipples, forcing your juices to coat his cock once more.
“ready for my cum, bunny? gonna keep it in you for days.” his groaned morphed into a stuttered shout, voice wavered as he shot his load across your hot walls.
the two of you gasped for air, his hand squeezing your own to keep him grounded as he came down.
“we made a fucking mess.” you pointed at the soapy floors and he chuckled darkly, “I know we did.” he began thrusting his hips, making you feel his cock deeper and you whimpered in protest.
“fine, fine, we’ll take a break.” he held you close, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“move back in.” he demanded, making you sigh, playing with the tiny hairs decorating his arms.
“we’re not together anymore-“ “goddamn it, yes we are.” his outburst made him bite his tongue and tilt his head, sucking on his cheek.
“will you be my girl, bunny?” he mumbled, his puppy dog eyes glimmering which made you smile gently, almost forgetting the fact he was still deep inside of you.
“hmm, I’m not sure,” you pecked at his plush lips and shoved him away, searching for a towel as he stood dumbfounded.
“[y/n]…” he wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his front as he placed his chin in the apex of your head.
“ask me properly, tomorrow.” he groaned, letting you prance towards his king-sized bed.
“and you’ll say yes?” he called out, reaching for his own towel.
“mhm, maybe.”
“[y/n]!”
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a/n; RANSOM AND Y/N ARE CUTIES AND PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER
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time-for-a-lullaby · 3 years
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Set Up Series Masterlist (completed)
10 Parts 
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You’re close friends with Lizzie Olsen, she invites you to her birthday party where it’s very clear her and Scott are intending to set you and Chris up.
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krista Series Masterlist (completed)
5 Parts (Alternate Ending Available)
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary:  After a 3-year relationship with Chris, he confesses to cheating on you while away doing a press junket. You make him relive the night, confessing everything to you and suffering through every detail.
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I’m Just An Assistant (In Progress, New Part Every Monday(ish)) 🔥
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.
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Saturday Nights (Completed) 🔥
10 Parts
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You and Chris dated throughout high school and college, separating when the things you desire out of life just don’t align anymore. You stayed in Sudbury while Chris moved away and on with his life. He shows up to your job one day while he’s back in Massachusetts and everyone’s world is turned upside down.
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Taylor Swift Series (Completed)
6 Parts 
4 standalone fics, 1 two-part fic
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: Each fic has a different summary, so be sure to check out the individual fic! 
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Arranged. (Completed) 🔥
10 parts, 1 part Epilogue
20 additional drabbles/one shots
Mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
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The Boston Brute (Completed) 🔥
14 parts, 3-part epilogue
6 additional drabbles, a linked playlist, and face claims.
NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer Reader
Summary:  When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
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Out Of Left Field (Completed) 🔥
11 parts, 2-part epilogue
3 additional drabbles, a linked playlist, and face claims.
MLB!Chris Evans x Childhood Best Friend Reader
Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself in the midst of a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away.
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Hustled (2 Parts) - Summary: The sexual tension between you and Chris comes to a head and now... it's all riding on one bet. At the end of the night, who will come out on top? 🔥
Search and Rescue (In Progress) - Summary: After a freak accident sends you over the side of a cliff, a handsome stranger comes to your rescue. The clock is ticking, and time is running out. Will he be able to save you before it's too late?
Everything I Couldn’t Be (2 parts) - Summary:  4 years after your divorce, you run into Chris at the grocery store. The news that he drops almost brings you to your knees. (told from both perspectives)
Brother’s Best Friend (2 parts) - Summary: Your shitty (ex) boyfriend cheats on you, your brother Sebastian and his friend, Chris come over to help you clear out his stuff. Things get a little out of hand with Chris when alcohol makes an appearance. 🔥
Leaning In (3 parts) - Summary: You and Scott have been friends for years and he's spent the better part of your friendship trying to set you up with Chris. You've always had a super flirtatious relationship with Chris and spend the whole night going back and forth with each other. Tonight, it comes to a head.
Enough is Enough (2 parts) - Summary: Chris gets caught with his hands around another woman at a bar. This wasn’t the first time and you were done.
I’m Not Okay (2 parts) - Summary:  You and Chris broke up a few months back. You call him after a night out with friends and he offers her a ride home. 
Crying Over You (2 parts)  - Summary: Based off of the song Crying Over You by The Band Camino 
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Just For Tonight - Summary:  After years of ‘last-ditch efforts’ to save your marriage, you both knew it was the end. Before you could say goodbye, you just needed one more night regardless of how painful it was to leave. (3.8k) 🔥
O’ Christmas Tree - Summary: You and Chris take the time to pick out a Christmas tree. (500)
Better Than A Facetime - Summary:  Chris comes home in the middle of the night after being gone for a few weeks to you asleep in bed, Captain America playing in the background. (630)
Whoops - Summary: Chris slips up and says I love you for the first time (415)
Soccer Dad -  Summary: Chris gets worked up at a soccer game for your 5 year old. (680)
I Was So Sure…. - Summary: You and Chris have been married for a little over a year and have been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon. After your first round of fertility medication, you were so certain that this month was it. (1.4K)
What A Time.... - Summary:  You and Chris dated for a few years during your time with the MCU. Sometimes things just don't work out. You reunite at the Endgame premiere afterparty and spend the night reminiscing the good and the bad of your relationship. (5.4k)
Can We Stay Like This Forever? - Summary:  Your toddler climbs into bed with you and Chris during a thunderstorm, you spend the rest of the night snuggling before Chris leaves on a press tour. (700)
All Love -  Summary: You attend the same party as Chris a few months after calling off your on-and-off lustrous relationship. He comes in with a new girl on his side. Is she enough to keep him from running back to you? Will you let him?  (2.9k)
Sunday Morning - Summary:  A lazy Sunday morning takes a turn for the better when you find out you’re expecting and Chris just cant wait any longer to pop the big question. (1.3k)
Insecurities - Summary:  Someone takes a picture of you while you’re out and about with a friend. You make the mistake of reading the comments. (1.3k)
Bed Rest - Summary:  You’re towards the end of your pregnancy and put on bed rest. Chris finds different ways to entertain you and you talk about what the future holds. (800)
Jealous - Summary:  You picked a very flattering dress to wear at your first red carpet appearance with Chris. He normally loves showing you off, but tonight, he’s not too keen on how you’re being looked at and complimented by his coworkers and friends. (1.4k)
Protective - Summary:  Your location gets leaked while at dinner and you’re swarmed by paparazzi. Chris gets protective of you when a over excited fan comes into the picture. (1k)
Surprise - Summary:  You have a baby girl together and he’s left for a few weeks for work. You’re stressed and overwhelmed. Chris surprises you after 2 weeks away. (1.4k)
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Kryptonite - Summary: Most men come into your club feeling like superman: completely invincible. Little do they know what lurks around the corner when their confident and entitled mindset convinces them to cross a line. (1.9k)
Sick and Stubborn - Summary: You’re sick and Chris takes care of you. (1k)
I Wanna Dance With Somebody - Summary: Chris surprises you at a wedding that he told you he wasn’t able to make it to, just in time for your favorite song. (800)
Vegas, Baby!  - Summary: (Anon. Prompt)  You and Chris elope to Vegas after one too many things go wrong while trying to plan your wedding. (500)
A Little Bit Yours... - Summary: (request)  You're performing a new song that you wrote about Chris after your breakup a few months ago. It gets recorded and passed around the internet, eventually landing in Chris's lap causing him to reach out. (4.3k)
Interviews - Summary (request)  You're at a press conference for Infinity War and call out a reporter for asking you very personal and unimportant questions. You and Chris had a very public relationship and break up before Infinity War started filming, he comes to your rescue during the questioning. (1.1k)
Family Matters - Summary: (request) You and Chris have had a rough week. He's been gone a lot after promising to take some time off and you've been missing him. You have dinner at Lisa’s and get into a small fight. (2.8k)
Break In - Summary: (request)  You're home with Dodger while Chris is at an afterparty for the Oscars when someone tries to break into your house. (1.9k)
I Missed You - Summary: (request) Chris comes back after being away for a few weeks, you spend the night cuddled in bed, talking about life. (630)
This Is a Shit Show - Summary: (request) you’re on the red carpet with Chris and the cast of AoU, Chris is drunk, goofy, and handsy. (1.1k)
Dress Shopping - Summary: (request) you go wedding dress shopping with your mom and Lisa. (600)
fwb - Summary: (request) You’re in a friends with benefits situation with Chris and you both unknowingly start to develop feelings. (2.9k)
Speak Now - Summary: (Request) Chris confesses his love to you the night before your wedding to another man. So now what? Do you marry Alex or do you leave him at the alter? (8k)
Night of Regrets - Summary: (Request) You and Chris fight before going out to a bar, you get drugged while there. (1.8k)
Hiding - Summary: (Request) You move to Boston to get away from your abusive ex. After a few months of dating Chris, he wants to take you out in public, but you haven’t told him about your ex yet. (1.8k)
Movie Premiere - Summary: (Request) Chris gets jealous while watching your new, particularly raunchy, movie with Henry Cavill. (2k)
Birthday Proposal - Summary: (Request) Chris surprises you after a stressful day and proposes on your birthday. (1.1k)
First Love - Summary: (Request) Chris gets jealous after hearing your new hit single, which gushes about your first love. (1.4k)
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4k Celebration Drabble - Prompt: “You're my friend, but... sometimes I wish you were more than that.” (1.1k, C.E.)
4k Celebration Drabble - Prompt: “I see you dating all these other people and I am definitely NOT jealous of them.” (950, S.R)
4k Celebration Drabble - Prompt: "You're more than just a friend to me but I don't know what I am to you.” (750, MLB!C.E.)
4k Celebration Drabble - Prompt: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” (720, MLB!C.E.)
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Sebastian Stan:
Idiot - Summary:  You go out with the Avengers cast, celebrating that you wrapped up your last day on set. Some guy tries to hit on you and gets annoyed with you when his 'compliments' weren't well received. Seb comes over to intervene, which ends in a fight and you catering to his wounds in the bathroom where mutual feelings are confessed. (1.7k)
Peanut Butter & Pickle Sandwich - Summary:  You're pregnant and feel the baby move from the outside for the first time. (475)
Bucky Barnes: 
Battle Scars - Summary: You and Bucky have been living in the compound for a few months, both of you keeping to yourselves while you heal emotionally after years of trauma. You weren’t totally alone, Bucky had Steve, you had Nat, but they were anxious for you two to join the ‘normal’ world. After escaping the Red Room, you sought out Natasha who took you under her wing and pushed you to connect with your now teammates. Haunted by missions, both failed and completed, you and Bucky connect after one too many late night run-ins either in the gym or the kitchen. (4.9k)
Steve Rogers:
I Can Do This All Day - Summary: (anon. request) Steve doesn't think you're ready to be included in the missions. You convince the team that you are and are invited on the next mission and end up getting hurt, worrying Steve even more. (3.9k)
Taken - Summary: (anon. request) You're taken prisoner and presumed dead after missing for over 2 years. The Avengers raid a HYDRA base, finding you close to death. Steve is acting very strange towards you while you're recovering in the hospital and finally breaks the news that he and Sharon had started a relationship, assuming you were dead. (7.3k)
Ransom Drysdale: 
Aftermath - Summary: It’s been two years since your breakup with Ransom. You run into him at a grocery store and he witnesses first hand just how broken you are after your brief love affair. (1.1k)
Cole Turner:
Something Sinister - Summary: For months, something sinister has been lurking in the shadows. Teasing. Taunting. Daring you to turn him in. At first, you thought you'd escape. But tonight, Cole makes it very clear he has no intention of ever letting his little dove out of her cage. (4.8k) 🛑🔥
Jax Teller:
The Road Not Taken - Summary: Years ago, you left Charming, heartbroken, and dead set on never coming back. But when your father's health takes a turn for the worse, you're forced to come back and face everything that you left behind. Against your better judgment and enticed by the road not taken, you find yourself searching for Jax in the chaos. (10.7k) 🔥
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likeahorribledream · 2 years
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𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽
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ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
Ransom chooses to embrace the darkness that everyone sees in him. He cuts ties with his family as he joins another. Ransom quickly works his way up to the top. Feared and respected, known as the man with nothing to lose. Until he meets you.
STATUS: Stopped.
GENRE: Mob AU.
WARNINGS: See beginning of every chapter.
» CHAPTER ONE: LIFE CHANGING DECISIONS 2.9k
Ransom makes an unfortunate first impression and you're not afraid to put him in his place.
» CHAPTER TWO: WEAKNESS 5.3k
Ransom can’t get you out of his head, not that he tried. He’s intrigued and needs to know more about you.
» CHAPTER THREE: ANGEL 6.3k
Ransom can’t stay away from you.
» CHAPTER FOUR: DINNER PARTY FROM HELL 6.6k
You finally meet the Thrombeys and it goes just as badly as you imagined it would.
» CHAPTER FIVE: WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR 5.7k
You welcome the new year with Ransom and his family, which is followed by a serious conversation between you and Ransom about his lifestyle.
» CHAPTER SIX: LURKING 6.4k
Ransom drives you home, but he’s not the only one.
» CHAPTER SEVEN: FALLING 7.5k
Your day with Ransom starts well but ends roughly.
» CHAPTER EIGHT: LOYALTY 6.5k
Ransom helps you deal with the aftermath of your assault.
» CHAPTER NINE: APART 4.4k
You spend an entire week without Ransom and get some unexpected news (and mail).
» CHAPTER TEN: HOME 4.1k
Ransom’s week away from you was long and painful, and just as he’s about to get home to you he runs into some trouble.
» CHAPTER ELEVEN: REUNITED 7.5k
Ransom is home and you get to spend time together.
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luxeavenger · 3 years
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Kinktober 2022 (COMPLETE)
Multiple pairings (for days/prompts/pairings, please see series masterlist)
Series Masterlist
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Kinktober 2021 (COMPLETE)
Multiple pairings (for days/prompts/pairings, please see series masterlist)
Series Masterlist
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Put Your Trust In Me (COMPLETE)
Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Series Masterlist
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I Wish I Was Your Girl (COMPLETE)
Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
1 // 2 // 3
OneShots:
Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Saturate My Soul
Kinktober prompt
My Good Boy [Pre-War/Pre-Serum Stucky | Praise kink]
Get You Knocked Up [40's!Twink!Steve x 40's!Bucky | Breeding Kink]
Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader
You Feel Like Paradise
Kinktober prompt
It's Rude To Tease [Mob Boss!Bucky x Mob Boss!Steve | In public]
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Tie My Feet To Rocks And Drown
Man, He Never Had A Chance
We Can’t Go To Hell If We’re Already There
Run Zaychik, Run (Run Rabbit, Run)
Whiskey And Charcoal [Dad's Best Friend!Bucky]
Kinktober prompts
Do Something For Me? [Biker!Bucky | Spit kink]
A Bet. Sort Of. [Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky | Dubcon]
It Makes His Palms Sting [Mob Boss!Bucky | Impact play]
Throw Some Benefits Into This Friendship [Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky | Sex toys]
Open Wide For Me [Biker!Bucky | Face fucking]
Didn't Say We Were Done [DBF!Bucky | Frottage] (DBF!Bucky part 1)
His Little Bee [DBF!Bucky | Overstimulation] (DBF!Bucky part 2)
Your Own Damn Fault [Mob Boss!Bucky | Sex Toys In Public]
Empty [Stepdad!Bucky | Caught Masturbating] (Stepdad!Bucky part 1)
Everywhere [Stepdad!Bucky | Daddy Kink] (Stepdad!Bucky part 2)
His New Obsession [Dark!Winter Soldier | Scent Kink]
Steve Rogers x reader
Kinktober prompts
Give Her Something To Remember You By [Nomad!Steve | Overstimulation]
Say It Again [Nomad!Steve | Daddy kink]
You Really Wanna Do This Now? [Mob Boss!Steve | Thigh riding]
See What you Do To Me? [Nomad!Steve | Fleshlight]
At Least It's Roomy...? [Nomad!Steve | Temperature Play]
Curtis Everett x Reader
The Corners Feel Friendly
Kinktober prompt
Can I Try Something? [Nipple play]
Ransom Drysdale x reader
Kinktober prompt
Wool Sweater, Silk Scarf [Dirty Talk]
Pent Up [Orgasm delay/denial]
Destroyer!Chris x reader
Kinktober prompt
I Said Hush [Breathplay]
The Way It Tastes [Gun Play]
Jake Jensen x reader
Kinktober pompt
Stay Put, Be Cool, And Quit Squirming [Cock warming]
A Little Bit Of Friction [Cock Warming]
Andy Barber x reader
Kinktober prompt
New Neighbor [Voyeurism]
Curtsy [Spanking]
Ari Levinson x reader
Kinktober prompt
Don't Tempt Him [Marking]
Ari Levinson x Andy Barber x reader
Kinktober prompt
Anything We Give You [Neighbor!Ari x Neighbor!Andy | Double penetration]
Lloyd Hansen x reader
Kinktober prompt
Tell me I'm Yours [Possessive]
County Lines [Chase Kink]
Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x reader
Kinktober prompt
Freezy Baby [Temperature play]
Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Get Me High When I'm Low
Kinktober prompt
Bargaining Time Is Over [Edging]
Don't Leave Me To Suffer So [Bondage]
I Need Your Worship [Begging]
Asks/Imagines:
Lance Tucker
You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me (Bucky&Alpine fluff) [Backstage Pass]
This Is How All Their Debates End (Bucky x Steve) [Backstage Pass]
Meoow (I Let Alpine Name This Chapter) (Bucky & Alpine fluff) [Backstage Pass]
Drabbles:
Caught Speeding (dark!Lee Bodecker x reader)
Linen Closet (Ransom Drysdale x reader)
Gentleman’s Agreement [Backstage Pass]
In Lieu Of Divorce (dark!Andy Barber x reader)
Little Pearl [Backstage Pass] (Loki Laufeyson x reader)
Mouse | Sugar [Backstage Pass] (Nat x reader)
Your Boss’s Desk (Ari Levinson x reader)
Do You Like Me? (MCU steve x bucky)
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Two Bosses Part 7
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You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Arranged Marriage. Physical abuse. Emotional abuse. Non-Con/Dub-Con. Talks of violence. Mentions of blood. Read at your own risk.
Word Count: 2018
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Your breath fogs the window as you stare up at the looming mansion. Funny how you’ve lived here a few years and it’s never felt like home, even less now.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice echoes in your mind, the worry etched in his features when you told him you’d be fine to drive yourself home. “Please, at least let Bucky follow you to ensure you’re safe.”
You’d given him that, waving at the brunette in your rear view mirror as the gates shut behind your bumper. It’s here that you’ve been since, fuming, ready to confront the man who has thrown caution to the wind. It’s one thing that he has his own careless dealings with shady characters, it’s another to withhold information about a man that potentially wants to end your life.
Grabbing your purse you exit your car, slamming the door and bounding up the steps. “Ransom!” You bellow as you burst through the door, tossing your keys and bag on the side table. “Ransom! Where the fuck are you?”
“No need to yell kitten, I’ve been waiting for you.” He appears on the landing, signature glass of whiskey in his hand. “Welcome home.”
“Shove your welcome home up your ass.” Huffing as you meet him in the middle of the stairs, holding yourself back as you envision throwing his drink in his face and breaking the glass over his head. “Someone’s out there trying to kill me and you didn’t think it was important to mention it to me?”
He remains expressionless, lest for the slight narrowing of his eyes while he studies you. Bringing the glass slowly to his lips you watch his throat constrict as he swallows the Amber liquid. He maneuvers around you, his hand reaching out to grab yours as to lead you to the kitchen.
“Chef made us lunch. Let’s not let it go to waste.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Kitten, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Damnit Ransom!” Snatching your hand back, giving his shoulder a shove. “You should have told me. If Steve wasn’t with me today, I could’ve gotten hurt, or worse.”
You could cut the tension between you as you feel his aura shift, the darkness in his demeanor settling over you like a storm cloud. His jealousy may have been endearing if Ransom was capable of love- well, loving someone other than himself. But it came from a place of possession, from the day you said “I do” he owned you, and Ransom doesn’t like to lose things that are his.
“That’s who you were having coffee with?” His voice was calm, a mask for the volcano that was about to erupt inside. “Answer me.”
“It was nothing. We didn’t even get to finish, I…”
This sting from Ransom’s palm has you reeling. Stumbling back your breath catches in your throat, his thick fingers squeezing your neck as he slams you into the wall, a loud “thud” echoes off the drywall when the back of your head hits hard. You see stars, your vision going black as the feeling of Ransom’s lips ghost your earlobe, his words sending a shiver throughout your body.
“You need to listen,” he spits, the smell of whiskey on his breath makes you want to vomit. “I've given you the world you ungrateful fucking cunt, and over my dead body will I let you make a fool of me in public.” He squeezes harder, the garbled sound of fear rising up from you makes his cock jump.
“You’re mine. This,” pausing to reach with his free hand to harshly cup your pussy. “This is mine to do with as I see fit. Play the game right and I’ll give you the world. Keep you barefoot and bred and protected in luxury.” His nose runs along your jawline, tears escaping the corners of your eyes when you squeeze them shut, willing yourself to think of being anywhere but here with him.
“But if you cross me, I will not hesitate to end you. You, your family, no one will be able to find your bodies. And if they do, good luck with the identification.” Tossing you to the floor he ignores your sobs, stalking into the kitchen to pour himself another drink. Tossing back the burning liquid, he slams the glass to the counter, blood leaking from his palm when it breaks in his hand.
This wasn’t how today was supposed to go, he laments when he spies the vast spread on the table he intended to surprise you with. He shouldn’t have reacted to you that way, but he doesn’t understand why you can’t learn your place. His heart pangs when he hears you gather yourself from the floor, your soft sniffles retreating as you climb the stairs to most likely clean yourself up. He almost wants to follow you, to offer comfort but he doesn’t.
Instead he wraps his hand in a towel, retiring to his office. Pulling his cell from his pocket he presses a number he’s had ready since the night his uncle and cousin met their demise. “I have a proposition for you,” he speaks into the receiver when his call is answered on the second ring. “I think it would be beneficial for both of us.”
He’s greeted with heavy breaths, and quiet contemplation seeps through the receiver.
“I’m listening.”
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Your palm slides down the dewy mirror, the woman staring back at you is one you don’t recognize. You’re marked, imprints of Ransom’s fingertips ghost your neck, and you touch the spot where his hand connected with your cheek. You feel lost, the woman looking back at you an empty shell.
You shouldn’t be surprised really, it’s not that it was beneath Ransom to put his hands on you. Even with the darkness that taints his heart you never thought that he would, but here you are. You have no more tears to cry, the emotions you released washed down the drain with the scalding water of your shower.
You’d locked yourself in the master bedroom for the rest of the afternoon, curling into the fetal position on the expansive king sized bed. There you lay, staring at a blank spot on the wall. What were you supposed to do?
When the front door slams signaling Ransom’s departure is when the events of the day hit you like a freight train. It’s here you find yourself in the bathroom struggling to recognize your own reflection.
Going through your bathroom routine your cell at the end of the counter catches your eye. Your eyes flit to your closet then back to your phone..it was as though an unseen force propelled you to pick it up and open the chat box with the last person you texted. Enough was enough, no one’s going to save you, you’re going to have to do that yourself.
You fire off a text, heart pounding in your chest. You don't have to wait long for the ping of the response.
“I’ll be there in 30.”
Grabbing the first suitcase within reach you start throwing clothes from the closet and any toiletries you might need. You can always buy what you forget later. You throw on leggings and a sweatshirt, socks and your favorite sneakers. Now you wait. For salvation, only time will tell.
Almost anything is better than staying here.
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Ransom’s SUV comes to a stop in front of the brick building, twilight settling into darkness as he gets out of the car. Running a hand through his hair, he takes in his surroundings. It’s been a while since he’s been in Cambridge, but this is where the other party wanted to meet. In good faith Ransom agreed, willing to take himself out of his comfort zone in order to get what he wants.
The Kendall Hotel is quiet, slow for this mid week meeting. Ransom confidently strides through the lobby, flanked by Leo and Mario, on edge, praying this wasn’t an ambush, but you’d never be able to tell from the look on his face. He turns to the restaurant, stopped by two men in black suits.
“Ransom Drysdale?” One of the men inquires, stepping forward to pat him down. “The men stay here.” He states matter of factly once he verifies Ransom isn’t armed. “He’s right through there.”
“I don’t know what I’m walking into,” Ransom crosses his arms but remains cool. “One member of my security team, or I turn and walk.”
“Consider this a truce tonight, you have my word.” The deep timbre of the man’s voice booms from beyond the door of the restaurant. Ransom motions to Leo and Mario to stay put, squaring up to meet the man beyond the wall.
“Curtis Everett.” He greets the man as he’s rising from his chair. He’s a slightly larger man, but Ransom’s taken out bigger. He’s never been intimidated by size. “I appreciate you meeting with me.”
“Something from the bar?”
“Whiskey neat.”
The lone employee nods, pouring the beverage and running it right over in addition to a refill for Curtis. “You can leave us,” Curtis waves the bartender off, taking a huge swig from his glass. “So to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I want you to know my grandfather never mentioned an alliance with your father. As far as I knew, you and your family were dead.”
“Not my problem, Drysdale. Your grandad was one of the men that conveniently forgot that there were promises made. My mother and I had to go into hiding. Do you have any idea what that was like as a child growing up? My mother constantly looking over her shoulder so we weren’t killed? Meanwhile you and Rogers had every opportunity in the world. Doesn’t seem quite fair does it?”
“Life isn’t fair,” Ransom quips, unafraid to stand his ground. “I assume you want to hear what I have to say or I would be dead already.”
“Color me intrigued. It’s not every day someone I’m hunting comes right to me.”
Ransom paces, languidly sipping the whiskey as he walks. “What you need to know about me, Curtis, is that I like to be well informed. So when my cousin spilled the beans on why you wanted revenge I did some digging.”
He walks behind the bar, topping off his drink, highly aware of Curtis’ eyes never leaving his frame. “It seems that Steve and I aren’t the only ones with secrets.” He pulls an envelope from his coat pocket, tossing it on the bar in view of the other man. “How long have you known you’re Steve Rogers’ half brother?
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You’re just finishing signing the note you’re leaning for Ransom when the notification comes through on your phone.
“I’m outside, sweetheart.”
Glancing out the window you can see the headlights beaming at the end of the driveway. Pulling the symbolic rings from your finger, you place your wedding set on top of the folded piece of paper next to your keys on the table. Slinging your purse over your shoulder you grab the suitcase handle, and lock the door from the inside before taking a deep breath and stepping out.
You can see Steve step out of the car as you approach, patiently waiting for the gates to swing open before taking your one bag from your hand and putting it in the trunk. He makes sure you’re settled in the passenger seat before shutting the door and hustling to the driver’s side. He studies you for a moment, watching as the weight of the world rests on your shoulders.
“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He tentatively places a hand on your knee, giving you a supportive squeeze.
“I will be.” You sigh as he reverses, the dark mansion slipping from your vision, the heaviness in your chest becoming lighter the further Steve drives down the road.
You don’t have a plan, but for the first time in years you didn’t feel trapped.
You smiled to yourself, basking in your first few moments of freedom.
*So… what do we think!?*
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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??
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Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added
To be added please tag me in your future works!
Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...
If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3
Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.
Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)
Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)
Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)
Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)
Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)
Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.
Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.
Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”
Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.
All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.
Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?
Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.
Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)
✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader
✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.
✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!
Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.
my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.
Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader
Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)
I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.
Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.
Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.
Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.
Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress
A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*
The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader
off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader
The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*
What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.
Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!
These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.
Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.
AO3 Website Reccomendations
Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.
Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.
Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.
Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.
off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.
The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)
Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.
Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!
Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.
The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.
Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.
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Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 💐
Bucky Barnes ✨
Lay me down by @navybrat817
Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader
Pinot noir by @cryptidcasanova
Detective!Bucky x Reader
Awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Bring your wife to work day by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky x Reader 'Sugar'
Hunger by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x female reader
Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries
CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader
What's cookin' good lookin' by @slyyywriting
Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Shallow(s) by @late-to-the-party-81
Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader
Sleepy hollow by @onsunnyside
Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)
Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan
Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Not the type by @quinnsbower
eddie munson x fem!reader
Just a reminder by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Red light at the bowling alley by @chaseadrian
eddie munson x f!reader
Start me up by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)
Dealers choice by @ohcaptains
eddie munson x female! reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Overstimulation by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader
Ethereal by @oh-my-damn
TWS!Steve Rogers x neighbor!reader
The unexpected valentine by @cockslutpadalecki
SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Andy Barber ✨
Preliminary by @navybrat817
Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader
Sweet heartache by @oh-my-damn
DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
It's nights like these by @supernovafics
steve harrington x fem!reader
Multiple characters ✨
Private party by @late-to-the-party-81
Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam
The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky
A price to pay by @navybrat817
Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
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Fall Masterlist - 2021
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Hey, lovelies! These were my fics from the Fall season of 2021. Hope you enjoyed!
Main Masterlist | August Masterlist
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9/2 - Not Stopping (Dean Winchester x Reader)
9/3 - Behave or Else (DBF!Scott Huffman x Reader)
9/11 - Quitting Time (Chris Beck x Reader)
9/12 - Remind Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
9/24 - Freshly Picked (Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Reader) Beefy Florist Universe
9/26 - The Start of Something New (Mechanic Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader and Carpenter Alpha!Hal Carter)
10/3 - Ready to Comply (Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Reader)
10/10 - This Is the Hunt (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dark Female Reader)
10/19 - Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam (Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)
10/20 - Easy Access (Scott Huffman x Female Reader)
10/22 - Eternal Brand - Part 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Stucky x Reader) - Howling Commandos Tattoo AU Masterlist
10/24 - Husband and Wife (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/26 - Tuesday Thots - Study Session (Alpha!Professor Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Professor Hal Carter)
11/2 - Tuesday Thots - Riding It Out (Steve Rogers x Reader)
11/7 - Honeymoon Suite (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader) - Sequel to Husband and Wife
11/9 - Tuesday Thots - Petal (Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Reader) Beefy Florist Universe
11/23 - Budding Romance (Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Reader) Beefy Florist Universe
11/26 - Home Again (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
11/29 - A Proper Welcome (Mechanic Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader and Carpenter Alpha!Hal Carter) Alpha Neighbors Universe
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