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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!

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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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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Brothers In Arms

Part 7: Music’s Too Loud Without You

Summary: Ransom learns of your pregnancy, but when he returns home, there’s another surprise waiting for him…

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. Violence…angry Ran and angry Steve.

Pairing: MOB (darkish…sorta) Ransom Drysdale x Reader /MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: This is a VERY Ransom/Steve heavy chapter...the reader doesn’t feature much, and won’t in Part 8 either. After this we’ve only 2 plus an epilogue to go...eeeeek! Huge thanks to my beta and constant source of love and light @spectre-posts

W/C: 3.6k

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Part 6

Silence stretched between the two of you as Ransom looked down at the test which now lay in his hands. You watched as his expression never changed. His eyes remained focused, nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath, the nerve was still twitching in his jaw. So, it was a surprise to you, when the inevitable question came in such a quiet and meek manner.

“Is it mine?”

You licked your lips, swallowing as you blinked back tears. “I don’t know. And I…we never will.”

“What do you mean?”

“A paternity test would be useless.” You spoke, a little sadly. “You, and…him…I mean, identical twins…you share DNA.”

Ransom opened his mouth as if to speak, but he shut it again as he gently handed you the test back. “No, I guess you’re right.” He spoke softly, before he then shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dislodge whatever thought or image he had in his head. “But…it’s gotta be mine, right? I mean…we had…a lot of…” he waved his hand, “and you, you and him…it was once, so…odds on…”

He trailed off as you looked at him, a pang in your chest. There was no malice in his tone, no accusation, no bitterness. In fact, it was almost as if he was pleading. Pleading with you to tell him what he needed, or wanted to hear.

“Ransom…” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t…I mean, okay, the mathematical probability would likely lean towards you but…it only takes once and I can’t…” you looked at him, fresh tears stinging your eyes and nose, “I can’t say for sure.”

You saw the film of mist cover his eyes and you looked away, giving him a moment to compose himself. He cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was thick. “Are you gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know. I need time to think about it.” You blinked back more tears as Ransom glanced up at the ceiling, almost as if he was hoping to find the solution to all of this up there on the clinically white suspended tiles.

“Whatever you want…then…I’ll help.” Ransom’s gaze returned to you, “If you keep it, I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever, be as involved as a father or as not involved as you want, but you’ll want for nothing. Either of you. Whatever you decide…”

At that point the door to the bathroom opened and you turned to the door, Ransom automatically moving so that he was stood in between it and you.

“Boss…” Natasha spoke, her voice gentle, “we don’t have a lot of time.”

“No…” Ransom looked down at his feet, “no we don’t.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the fact that any moment now the temporarily incapacitated security detail would be waking up, or the fact that you would soon have to come to terms with a decision about the baby currently residing in your belly. You raised your head to look at him, and he took a deep breath before he turned to Natasha. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, business as usual.

“Y/N has agreed to my proposal. You’re to stay with her, keep her safe. There’ll be no contact from or to me unless she explicitly permits it.” Natasha nodded. Ransom took another deep breath, before he looked back at you. “if you need me…you have my number.” And with that he gave a jerk of his head, and swept from the room.

You nodded, before you turned away, and then you could hold it no longer. Your shoulders began to shake as you started to cry.

“Oh…hey…Y/N…” Nat’s voice was a little shocked, awkward almost as you felt her arm gently touch her elbow. “Hey, what is it?”

“Everything…”You managed to croak out between your shaking sobs, “I ruined everything…I should have never gone to that damned party in the first place, I should never have lied…and now…now…my brother is out there fighting for his life and I’m…well, I don’t know what I’m doing with mine.”

“Well, how about we focus on right here, right now?” Nat spoke softly, “let’s get you calmed down, freshened up and then we’ll head back to your brother’s room. See how he is.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“I’ll be outside, most likely arguing with Harlan’s goons.” She gave you a little smile and you watched her go.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, and as you stared at your pale and drawn face, your hands both gently came to a rest on your stomach. You stood there, trying to get your head around all of this. Did you want this baby? More so, could you have the baby knowing that there was a chance it could be Steve’s. What if he found out? He’d been so clear about the fact he wanted you, you were sure that there was no point he’d simply leave you alone if he knew you were pregnant. Maybe you could run away…Ransom had said he’d help you in any way possible, so maybe he would give you enough cash to get you out of the country, and a new life somewhere else…

Loud voices drew you from your contemplation and you had to give a little snort as you realised Natasha had been right, she was arguing with your newly acquired bodyguards. Right now, this wasn’t about you. It was about Ari. So, you took a deep breath, summonsed all the composure and self-assurance you could muster, and yanked the door open.

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Ransom blazed through his mansion, barking orders and dismissing everyone he came across, including Langley. He wasn’t in the mood for his best friend or dealing with business today, he could think about nothing other than you, and the unborn baby in your belly. A million and one feelings were brewing inside him, and he couldn’t really identify any specific one with the exception of fear. Fear that, if Steve found out, it would put you in even more danger than you were. No, it was imperative that his asshole brother never found out about this.

He poured himself a scotch and drained it in one, wincing a the burn in his throat. He refilled his glass and sank into the chair behind his desk, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. If only he knew what it was that Levinson had uncovered. If he could prove to his shit head brother that it wasn’t him who had ordered that fateful hit which had gone wrong then maybe Ransom could buy himself enough time whilst he figured out how to kill the fucker. Because, that was inevitable; Steve Rogers would die. His fate had been sealed the minute he’d fucked you.

It didn’t escape Ransom, however, that even if he managed to kill his brother, Steve had achieved what he had wanted. He’d taken you away. You, the person who Ransom loved most. The person who he would have single handedly faced the devil himself for. Killing Steve wouldn’t repair the broken fragments of your relationship, it wouldn’t wash away what Ransom had done to you, but…

“It’ll make me feel better.” He necked his drink again, standing to refill the glass, his hands clutching at the neck of the crystal decanter. He knew he was lying to himself, nothing was going to make him feel better. Nothing other than having you back where you belonged. Back in his arms, in his bed. He wanted to watch you do that adorable little twitch of the face as you woke up. He wanted to argue with you over getting a dog. He wanted to play fight with you over what movie you put on. He wanted to see you in his clothes, fluffy socks on your feet, hair tossed up in a messy bun as you sat on the sofa surrounded by junk. He wanted to see your belly as it grew with his baby, see the other changes that brought to your body. He wanted to hold you, yelling as you squeezed his fingers so hard they felt like they were going to break as you gave birth…

Tears welled in his eyes and with a loud yell of anger, frustration, and downright devastation, he launched the crystal decanter at the wall where it shattered into a million pieces.

As much as he solely wanted to blame Steve for this mess, Harlan and Levinson were right. This was his doing as much as it was his brothers. And he had no fucking idea how to fix any of it.

“And now I’ve got not fucking scotch!” He yelled. He took a step to the right with the intention of yanking open the door and shouting loud enough until someone brought him some more, but he stopped dead as something caught his eye. He glanced back down at his desk and spotted, for the first time, an A4 sized envelope. It had clearly arrived in the post, and he assumed it had been that morning given the date stamps. He picked it up, it was flat but card backed, the type of envelope that normally contained things that the sender didn’t want bending.

Temporarily, all thoughts of you and alcohol flew from his mind. He reached for the letter opener, slit the envelope from left to right along the top, and then turned it upside down.

Two photos fell out, one landed picture down. With a frown, Ransom tossed the envelope down on the desk and glanced down at the photo which was the right way up. His brow furrowed as he saw Rumlow sat at a table at the country club with a large bulky envelope in one hand, and a bound wad of notes in the other.

Ransom’s mouth dropped open as he realised what this was. It was a payment, and more specifically, he knew that the only reason anyone would send this to him was that it was the payment which had sealed Peggy Rogers’ fate. This was the deal that was made when Rumlow was supposed to shoot Steve. Which meant that, the other photo which still lay with its blank, white back facing upwards, was about to show him who had arranged it.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling hot and clammy with anticipation. The blood was thumping around his head and ears as he reached out, and turned it over. His eyes widened as he saw, for the first time, the person who had been responsible for the hit, the reason Steve hated Ransom so much, the reason he’d gone after you to seek revenge on the wrong person.

And he knew the man. He knew the man extremely well.

******

“Boss?”

Steve looked up to see Bucky in the doorway. “What is it, Buck?”

“Your brother is here.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, before he gave a little huff. “Well, show him in.”

A few minutes later, Ransom bustled into the room, the back of his long, tan coat flapping a little.

“Ransom, what a pleasant surprise.” Steve drawled. Ransom merely glared back at him. “Gun on the table,” Steve tapped the surface of this desk, “if you’d be so kind.”

With the filthiest look Ransom could muster, he reached into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out his weapon. He tossed it onto the desk.

“You packing anything else, no knives in your socks?” Steve arched a brow and Ransom scoffed.

“Knives ain’t my style.”

“Ah yes, never been one for getting your hands dirty.” Barnes chuckled from behind him and Ransom twisted his neck a little to look over his shoulder. “Tell me, how is Levinson?”

With a snarl, Ransom spun round. “You best hope he pulls through, because if he doesn’t…”

“You’ll do what?” Bucky stood still, not so much as flinching.

“Okay, boys, that’s enough.” Steve spoke, humour lacing his tone. “I’m sure we can all agree that what had to happen to Ari is…regrettable.”

“Regrettable? You did it, you stupid cunt. And for no reason.” Ransom tossed the package he was holding on the desk.

“What’s this?”

“An envelope.” Ransom deadpanned.

“Hilarious.” Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s in it?”

“Look and see. Or are you blind as well as fucking dumb?”

With his eyes still on Ransom’s, Steve reached for the envelope and pulled out the photos inside. Ransom watched and saw his brother’s eyes narrow, before they widened.

“Is this…”

“Yeah.” Ransom nodded

“What is it, Steve?” Buck asked as he walked round the side of the desk

“That is a picture. Well, two to be exact.” Ransom answered for Steve as Bucky took them. “Showing, what I believe, to be the meeting which set up the hit that was taken out on Steeby. The hit that killed Peggy.”

At the last sentence, Ransom bowed his head a little. Despite everything Steve was, he’d loved Peggy. Worshipped the ground she walked on and would do anything to keep her safe.

As he did and would with you. And your...

At the thought of you, and the baby in your belly, Ransom felt a stir of anger and his eyes returned to his brother who was now, he was both pleased and amused to see, looking utterly dumb struck.

“I told you it wasn’t me that organised it.“ Ransom spat, “you came after the wrong guy…and you…”

Steve looked at Ransom, his eyes locked onto his as he shook his head. “What do you want, an apology?”

Ransom snorted, “even now you can’t admit-“

“This doesn’t prove anything…” Steve waved the photo.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. And the one person that could confirm this is currently lying in a hospital bed because your guard dog couldn’t wait to get his knives out.”

“Levinson was tailing-“

“Because of what you did to Y/N!” Ransom snarled.

There was a moments silence, before Bucky cleared his throat. “Boss…I think…I think you should give these some serious consideration. I mean, why else would he-“ he jabbed his finger at the photo, “be meeting with Rumlow, huh? Who else did he want to have shot?”

“And why would anyone send it to me?” Ransom added.

“But why?” Steve frowned, “it makes no sense.

Ransom popped a shoulder. “He’s always been a jealous prick. Maybe he snapped, wanted to clear the path for himself, I don’t know. But we won’t either, not for sure, until we confront him.”

“If it is true…” Steve looked at Ransom, “I will kill him.”

Ransom popped a shoulder, “I ain’t gonna stop you.”

Steve took a deep breath, “Ransom…”

Ransom stood, waiting, his arms folded. But nothing came. Eventually he scoffed and reached for his gun.

“Save it, let’s go confront the son of a bitch. The sooner this is all over…” he trailed off. He was about to say the sooner this mess was dealt with, the sooner he could get back to putting things right with you. But, well, that wasn’t something he was sure would happen.

He tucked the gun into his waistband and then stood tall, brushing his hand through his hair. “Now, are you organising the flight to Boston, or shall I?”

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“Something smells good.”

“Pumpkin and Gingerbread cookies.” You grinned, turning to face him. “Shaped like…”

“Spooky stuff…” Ransom chuckled as he saw the array of different shaped cookies.

“Thought I’d do a test batch for Halloween.“

“You do know I booked catering for the party, right?” His arms circled you from behind.

“Yeah but I wanted to do something…”

He kissed your cheek, “so come on, let me test one.”

You grinned, and held one up over your shoulder for him to take a bite. He chewed, made an appreciative noise and swallowed.

“They’re good. Real good. Taste almost as good as you.”

You laughed and slapped his arm lightly. “Are hungry? I wasn’t sure if you would have eaten…”

“Starving…” he nipped at the skin behind your ear.

“I made lasagna,” you closed your eyes as his lips moved down your neck.

“Hmmm…rather have my dessert first,” his lips caressed your jaw.

“You can’t…”

“Says who?”

“That ain’t the way it’s done.” You mumbled and then giggled as he spun you to face him.

“I can do what the fuck I want,” he grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. “And right now, I wanna do you.”

He lifted you easily onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the bottom of your sweater. You bit your lip as he pulled it over your head, groaning as he realised you had no bra on underneath.

His lips pressed to the hollow of your throat, before he kissed the swell of your breast. Then, his lips pulled in your nipple, teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub. You groaned, arching into him a little, your hands in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

It wasn’t long until your leggings had been discarded, along with your panties and he was stuffed inside of you, your legs round his waist, ass perched on the edge of the counter. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into you, over and over again.

“Fahk, princess…” his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your groan as he could feel you squeezing him. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah…yeah…oh…oh, god…Ran…”

With a moan, you tipped your head back, and Ransom grunted as he felt your heat squeezing him, pulling him in further…god, you were just exquisite. He loved you, with everything he had…

Ransom shifted in his seat, his eyes closed. It seemed a bittersweet curse that his dreams were always filled with memories of you. Maybe that was his penance for the way he’d treated you…

He popped an eye open and saw his brother sat on the other side of the jet, a scotch on his hand. He was contemplating something. In a way that the twins has always been able to do, Steve sensed Ransom’s eyes on him and turned to face him. Ransom looked away.

“So, humour me, Ranny…”

Ransom growled and looked at him, “what?”

“I’m curious. I mean, you know now, that Y/N wasn’t completely aware it was me at Stark’s party but…did you know she arranged to meet me?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt.

“She backed out.”

“I know.”

“I mean, if she’d gone through with it…I’d have sent you the photos anyway but…”

Ransom growled, “shut up.”

“But…back to my point. You know all of this…and yet you’ve not got her back yet…why?”

“None of your dammed business.”

“Ahhh, it’s not your choice, I see. She pissed you didn’t believe her?”

Ransom clenched his jaw, “keep talking…go on.”

Steve simply smirked and sat back, “I mean, your relationship can’t have been that strong if you didn’t believe her in the first place. How many other-“

He was cut off as Ransom shot out of his chair and gripped him round the neck, closing his fingers tightly.

“You don’t mention her. You got that? She’s nothing to do with you.”

Steve nodded as Ransom let go, sitting back down.

“You’re going soft.” He chuckled.

Ransom sighed, “shut up, Steve. You’re boring me now.”

“I mean, you have been threatening to kill me for weeks and here is your perfect opportunity. No one here but me and you.”

“Well, call me old fashioned but I think you deserve revenge on the man who really ruined your life.”

“And then…then what?”

Ransom shrugged.

“He ruined yours too, remember?” Steve sighed, “if he hadn’t organised that hit…then…I wouldn’t have…”

Ransom turned his head towards his brother and opened one eye. “Is that an apology?”

Steve simply smirked, “if you wanna call it that.”

“You never were any good at them.” Ransom closed his eyes again and let out a deep breath. “Even as a kid sorry never formed part of your vocabulary.”

“Wasn’t part of yours either.”

“Touche, Steeby, touché.”

The rest of the flight was spent in silence, and before long they were pulling up outside their Grandfathers mansion. The driver, who Harlan had sent for them both, had barely pulled to a stop before Steve was out of the car.

“Steve, hey…” Ransom hurried to catch him, gripping his shoulder, “just…wait…”

“I’ve waited long enough.”

Ransom looked at his brother before he sighed, “fine, have it your way.”

Steve stormed through the mansion, Ransom simply swaggering behind as they made their way to Harlan’s office. Not bothering to knock, Steve fling the door open and their grandfather didn’t flinch as he looked up.

“Ahh. I though I had heard you had arrived. I also heard from my security at the hospital, I told you, Ransom, no-”

He stopped mid sentence as Ransom simply tossed the envelope down on the desk and Harlan looked at it.

“What’s this?”

“Photos. Photos of Rumlow with the…” Steve took a deep breath, “the person who really organised the hit.”

“So this is what Levinson found out?” Harlan reached for it. Ransom nodded.

“You ain’t gonna like it.” He warned.

Harlan opened the envelope and pulled out the photos, and he groaned. “Oh you stupid….”

“Where is he?” Steve demanded.

“He’ll be at the publishers.”

“Fine…” Steve turned to go.

“Wait!”

“I can’t and won’t do that.” Steve shook his head. “I’m going to kill him, he’s been in the business long enough to know how this goes…”

“And so have I.” Harlan sighed, sadness in his tone. “I can’t and I won’t stop you...not after...” he sighed and shook his head. “But let me call him, get him to meet me at the warehouse. It’s…it’ll be empty today, and I don’t want this anywhere near our legitimate front. Plus…I’d like an explanation. He is…he is….”

Harlan seemed unable to finish his sentence and he merely trailed off. Steve looked at Ransom who popped a shoulder.

“Okay, fine.” Steve consented, “but tell him to make it quick.”

Harlan nodded and picked up his phone. It was about five seconds or so before he took a deep breath. “I need to see you.”

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Another cliff hanger...yeah I’m evil...but WHO do YOU think it is???

Find out in Part 8

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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I posted 4,111 times in 2022

That's 4,111 more posts than 2021!

3,619 posts created (88%)

492 posts reblogged (12%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 825 of my posts in 2022

#steve rogers x reader - 67 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 61 posts

#a/b/o - 53 posts

#ari levinson x reader - 53 posts

#steve rogers x reader smut - 49 posts

#bucky barnes x reader fluff - 46 posts

#steve rogers x reader angst - 42 posts

#steve rogers x reader fluff - 42 posts

#bucky barnes x reader smut - 40 posts

#stucky x reader angst - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x alpha!steve rogers x omega!jake jensen x alpha!ransom drysdale

My Top Posts in 2022:

Lion’s Den

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Summary: In need of a job, your omega sister and her alpha mate, Marcus, manages to get you a job at the strip club the mafia he’s part of runs. After you catch the eye, and they catch your scent, of the big bosses Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you are set on a path that leads directly to them. They are your alphas and you are their omega.

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Brave New World

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Bucky comforting reader after Steve leaves for a mission

Reader gets scared of the storm and sneaks into Steve & Bucky’s bed

Reader gets scared of the storm

Summary: Steve and Bucky remember; they remember when omegas were common and not a myth. Though they’re in their late 40’s, early 50’s, and more silver than not, they remember.

They were gone for decades, the world was made up of only alphas and betas, no omegas to fill the void between the designations. There were no more omegas, and all hope was lost at getting them back.

Until a mysterious woman who is discovered to be an omega, from an alternate reality. She’s found hiding in an abandoned building, thrown from one reality to the next to save her life from the bleak state of the world she comes from.

She’s here now; she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

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Taken

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Summary: Getting involved in your brothers life sets you head first on the path of two annoying mob men who are dead set on taking you as theirs — no matter how abrasive you manage to be

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725 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

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My #1 post of 2022

I am begging BEGGING BEGGING for protective Jake Seresin? PLEASE?!?!?!

maybe reader’s ex comes looking for her, finds her at Hard Deck?

I got you!

Your head felt like it was being split in two, you felt pain shooting up from your brainstem like a wicked fog until every inch of your brain was melded into one thick layer of searing agony.

And he stood there in the makeshift parking lot with a scowl on his face and his piercing eyes. He was waiting for you while you stood firm on the bottom step of the bar, knowing full well that eyes were on you from inside. The usual crowd, the men and women you’ve come to know while you were here, some more obvious than others.

Rooster and Vida, the two who were coupled together and inseparable, his hand on her back while she bit her tongue. It wasn’t her battle to face, it was yours, but seeing your cheating ex after he destroyed you it had pissed her off to no end.

He was back, declaring that he was going to take you home because he felt like he owned you. There was never a wedding, there wasn’t even a full engagement.

And he…he chose to break you when he brought another woman into your bed.

“Get your ass down here-“

“No!” You cut him off, your mind turning to mush. “I already said no!”

“Dammit, Y/N!” He raised his voice and even over the music you knew Jake was watching you, listening for the moment he needed to step in.

“Get your ass in the vehicle, right now!” Your ex-fiancé was now a brute and maybe he had always been one, or maybe it was a new symptom.

“I’m not going-“

“Your mama said you moved across the country. Why’d you do that, huh? Why’d you move so far from me?”

“Don’t make me fucking drag you-“

“I’m not going back! I’m not going back to you, and I’m not going back home!” You denied him, you denied him again and again.

In your denial, you had left yourself open. He stalked toward you and ripped you down the steps with such force that your legs gave way. You fought against him and felt the crack of flesh on flesh, the sting immediate.

One minute he was angry, the next he was soft after he let you fall and reached for you again.

You cupped your cheek, vision blurring and your eyes watering. You stumbled to your feet, hands bruised and cut from the pebbles and the small stones on the makeshift gravel road. You stumbled again, shock running through you and it took you a moment to hear the eery quiet of the bar, there was no music, and the weight of watchful eyes was more intense.

You could hear chairs scraping across the wooden floor, it cut through like a knife, and the door opened with a heavy thud. You knew who was there, you knew that Jake Seresin was standing on the edge of the door with a seething anger in his veins.

“Come back inside.” Vida had called for you, stuck and blocked from your ex’s view by Rooster. “Sweetie, come back inside.”

“Get in the fucking vehicle! You’re going home!” He screamed, he took another step toward you before strong, heavy footsteps came down the stairs and crunched gravel beneath them.

“Darlin’,” that soft and smooth voice came as he came to pass you, unafraid of your ex or his rage, “go back inside.”

“Jake-“

“I’m not asking.” He looked back at you, his eyes locking on your own. “Go back inside, darlin’.”

You turned, coerced by his voice and the soft demand that meant safety and security. You were met by Vida and Penny, the two of them stealing you away into the bar and a wall of pilots sealing off the entrance.

From behind you you could hear Rooster speak. “Hangman, you good?”

“Yeah, Rooster. I’m good.” He still had that cocky twang, but there was an air of severity in his voice. “We’re just gonna have a little talk.”

“I’ll get some ice.” Penny left you to walk around the bar, moving quickly while Vida you to sit by a table, one that was isolated from the rest.

“Shit, Y/N-“ she paused when you waved her off and raised your head, your cheek already feeling swollen and sore.

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likeahorribledream · 2 years

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𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽

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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Masterlist

Aarrgh! Going back and forth between my husbands pc and my phone is causing some issues with links so I’m starting over.

Here’s my stories, all are Bucky Barnes x Reader/OFC unless otherwise noted.

If you prefer AO3

Miss Velvet- Completed

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.<;br />

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Little Bird-Completed

Bucky Barnes x Mutant OFC

Notes: This idea just came to me while I was working on my college au and I'm pretty excited about it. Canon has been taken out back and shot, I do what I want. Enemies to lovers

The Avengers find Rika being held captive in a Hydra base and try to figure out who she is and why Hydra wanted her.

The Cowgirl and the Engineer

Notes: this is some sort of Heathers/Mean Girls/The DUFF mash up, in college au. I tried to make it original but will admit to being influenced by other stories I have read. I have not intentionally stolen or copied anyone else’s work.

Summary: Reader is a hard working vet science major. I tried to keep the description vague except she’s a she, tall and not thin. Bucky is a studious engineering major with a mean girl girlfriend, Sharon whose sister is Steve’s ex Peggy another mean girl. Steve & Nat, Sam & Wanda, Brock Rumlow is a dick, brief reader x Jack Rollins, Maria & Carol

Friday’s Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Mob AU

Friday is an equestrian who runs a therapeutic stable that works with special needs, at risk kids and veterans.

Bucky Barnes is the boss of SHIELD a mafia family and involved with a business deal that requires Friday's Place and all of the homes around it to be demolished for new buildings.

Brock Rumlow is second in command with Hydra and in charge of the deal Friday is fighting. He's not afraid to fight dirty, in fact he prefers it.

Sharon Carter is Friday's oldest frenemy and Brocks girl.

Friday won't go down without a fight. What happens when her and Bucky clash?

Cold Hearted- Completed

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader(past), Reader x ????

Former Black Widow Reader is engaged to Steve Rogers but what happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and returns.

Low Expectations- Completed

Reader is low on self esteem. Can Bucky convince her that she's the one he wants?

Note: just a simple love story. Many of the people, situations and quotes were plucked directly from my past experiences. It took my husband a lot of time and angst to help me look past the image that my ex carved into my psyche. Luckily he really did want me and was patient enough to help me carry my baggage.

Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Nat, Reader x Thor

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Warnings: swearing, angst, arranged marriage, infidelity, slow burn, smut.

Notes: considering another story to try and get past the block I have for my WIP's. LMK what you think. If anyone is interested I'll keep going. I could also use help with a title, I'm not great at them.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Where Ya Going, Star?

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x older reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

**Updated**

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha, Reader x ????

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Fandom Leap

Summary: Reader is stressed and enjoys diving into her favorite fandoms as her happy escape. What happens when she is some how transported into her favorite fandoms

A/N: this is my first time doing a story collaboration with the amazing mutuals I've encountered on tumblr, all thought up and coordinated by @supraveng many thanks for including me.

This series will have multiple chapters and each written by someone else.

One shots & requests

Skin Deep

Reader and Bucky have been dating for awhile but when he is gone on a long mission the stress causes her psoriasis to flare and she's scared he will be disgusted.

Poor Choices

Request*****Like Steve cheated on his wife and when she found out about them he gave her the divorce papers and left her with their kids, and after few years the woman he cheated with cheated on him and he tries to get back to the reader and now she’s married to Bucky .******

Traded Up

Nick Fowler x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader(past)

Request***** I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story? any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader?

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader meets steve while he's on the run and sticks with him thru thick and thin. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

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elysian fields ✧ lance tucker & ransom drysdale

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inspired by: these asks (one, two, and three) from @rebelemilu

pairing: mob boss!lance tucker x fem!reader x mob boss!ransom drysdale

summary: when two of the most powerful men in the city decide they want you, they’ll stop at nothing to make you theirs, even if it means having to share.

word count: 1,447

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, all porn no plot, sort of enemies to lovers?, fingering, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), daddy kink, spit-roasting, oral (m receiving) double penetration, anal, biting, degradation,

Neither Lance Tucker nor Ransom Drysdale were the kind of man to take “no” for an answer. And why should they? They each had more power in their pinky finger than most men could even dream of having. If they wanted something, it was theirs. No questions asked. That had never been an issue before. Both men were able to get whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. But the thing about men like them, it was only a matter of time before they wanted the same thing at the same time.

You opened a charming little bookshop in the middle of the city. You were a sweet little thing that was oh, so blissfully unaware of the raging wars between the competing mobs. No, you were all sunshine and soft sweaters and pretty sundress. You kept your nose pressed to your books, barely paying any mind when you had one or both of those mob bosses coming into your store nearly every day, dropping off little presents they were convinced you’d love and each offering to take you out for the time of your life. But every day, you’d turn both of them away, something about you not being interested in dating at the moment.

Stupid little thing. You didn’t even realize the two men both wanted to take care of you, tuck you away in their respective bedrooms and never let you see the light of day again. To the both of them, you were theirs and they were both determined to make sure that you knew it. The issue was, when Lance and Ransom realized that they were both pursuing the same little bitch, both were ready to stake their claim then and there. But when they realized you lived right smack in the middle of their territories, right in the heavily contested grey areas, it was only made more complicated.

For a long time, they were hellbent on trying to eliminate the competition. But when that proved to be fruitless, they realized their time could be better spent working together. If they both had their eyes on the same prize, after all, it only made sense that use everything they had to get what they wanted. For several months now, they’d been working on combining their forces, ironing out details, finding the perfect house to make your new home. And now? Now everything was fucking perfect. All they needed was their little doll in their arms.

When you were invited to some gala at the biggest manor in the city, you were confused. You’d never connected the dots between your invitation and the two men who never seemed to leave you alone. Even when a beautiful royal blue dress showed up on your doorstep with a note that read “we can’t wait to see you again, doll x”, it still never clicked.

But, when you arrived at that manor and found that you were the only one there, you knew you were in big trouble. The two men, Ransom and Lance, as you’d learned during their constant appearance at your door, stood waiting for you at the bottom of a grand staircase. One of them, Ransom, held out a hand to you, tugging you close when you placed your hand in his.

“Been waitin’ a long time for this, petal,” he said, a smirk curling across his face as he began to walk up the stairs, pulling you with him. Your head spun around to look at Lance, confused, but he offered no answers for you. No, he only followed closely behind, his eyes training your ass as Ransom brought you into the master bedroom.

Lance, as the last one in the room, shut the door to the bedroom behind the three of you. And then they descended on you like wolves, pulling you into whatever direction they so chose as Ransom shoved his tongue down your throat and Lance sucked hickeys down your neck. You groaned, one of your hands flying up to grip the back of Ransom’s head, pulling him closer.

But, just quickly as it began, it just as quickly ended, both men pulling away, leaving you completely breathless as you waited for them to make their next move.

“Want us to fuck you?” Ransom asked, his hands slipping up your dress as he tugged down your panties. He pushed his knees between your legs, forcing them apart as his fingers disappeared in your cunt. “God, she’s already so fuckin’ wet for us.”

Lance pressed up against you from behind, his hand sneaking around your throat. The cool metal of rings felt nice against your flushed skin, you whimpering as his grip tightened. “Oh, you like that, little slut?” he taunted. “Want Daddy to fuckin’ choke you like the fuckin’ whore you are?”

“Please,” you cried.

“Please what?” He pressed his fingers against your throat even harder, and you were sure you’d be nice and bruised come morning. “Tell Daddy what you want, you fuckin’ baby.”

“Want you,” you sobbed. “Want you both inside me, please.”

“Your wish is our command,” Ransom said while Lance released his grip. Lance moved away from you, Ransom tugging the zipper on your dress down and pushing it down your hips. He palmed your bare breasts for a moment, licking his lips, before he spun you around and forced you onto your knees on the bed. “All you gotta do is ask, petal.”

“How’s she feel?” Lance asked, as Ransom pushed you face-down into the mattress, the head of his cock brushing past your slick folds.

“Feels like I’m in the fuckin’ Elysian Fields,” Ransom groaned as he pushed his cock as far as it would go, gripping your hips even harder. “Takes my cock so fuckin’ well.”

“That good, huh?” Lance said, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head up so you’d look at him. “Hear that, little slut? Thinks your pussy’s like heaven. Wonder if your mouth’s just as good.”

He brought his cock to your mouth, hitting your cheek with it before forcing it past your lips. You choked against him, unprepared for the intrusion, but was quick to hollow out your cheeks and bob your head back and forth, your mind becoming clouded with pleasure. He grunted as his grip on your hair tightened, his hips snapping forward as he forced you to take him even further. “Mm, I was right, princess, feels s’good,” he moaned as his warmth filled your mouth and you struggled to swallow it all. “Take everything I got princess, be a good little bitch and you’ll be well rewarded.”

Behind you, you could feel Ransom’s hips sputtering as he painted the inside of your walls. But he didn’t spot rutting against you, not until you were screaming as you came. “Move,” Lance was saying as he pulled his cock from your mouth, “wanna take her ass.”

Ransom disappeared from behind you, Lance taking his place. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he gathered your slick and dragged it up to your hole, prodding you until he determined you were ready enough to take him. Ransom was settling underneath you, pressing your face against his chest while Lance forced the head of his cock past your hole. Though weak, you tried to crawl and squirm away, but Ransom held you so tightly that you had no chance to get away. You lunged forward, your teeth clamping down on his shoulder as he pressed his cock back into your slick folds again.

“Mm, she likes this,” Lance grunted as his hand wrapped around you, his finger circling over your clit. “She was fuckin’ made for this.”

“Course she was, fits us both like a fuckin’ glove.”

You didn’t know how long you stayed sandwiched between them, your body used for their pleasure as they chased orgasm after orgasm. You’d long since lost any awareness of what was happening, the high they were giving you the only thing on your mind. By the time they pulled out for the last time, you were thoroughly fucked up and just ready for the sweet bliss of sleep.

“Aw, look, little baby’s all sleepy now,” Lance cooed, his voice almost soft as he picked you up and pulling the comforter back before tucking you in. He and Ransom slid into bed, too, lying on either side of you, Ransom pressed against your front with Lance at your back. “Took us so well, just like we knew you would. ”

“You’re all ours now, petal,” Ransom said, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head as you nestled in his arms. “We ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

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.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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idy-ll-ique · 2 years

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pairing: mob boss!ransom drysdale x f!reader (+ some oc's)

genre: angst, dark fluff, obsession,,,, yeah

warnings: lots of murder

requested: nope

word count: ~3.1k

summary: ransom goes on a killing spree when y/n is kidnapped.

author's note: hiya peeps! sorry for the inconsistent posting, im in a very important academic year,,,, got a LOT OF EXAMS. and ik the movie came out YEARS ago but i felt like ransom was the best choice for this fic enjoy!

masterlist

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"3… 2… 1— she's officially late."

Derren stared at his friend with a raised eyebrow as the mafia boss stared at his watch with resentful eyes. "Drysdale, you know you don't have to do this every damn day, right?" he questioned, sighing. "But she's late! She could have gotten into trouble! What if something happened to her? What if she got into a car accident?" "She takes the bus!" "What if a car hit her? What if she's bleeding out on the road right now—"

He grabbed Ransom's elbow, dragging him into the house. "Don't worry, she'll be here in a few minutes, we need to get to work." Reluctantly, Ransom agreed and followed his right-hand man up the stairs and towards his home office. The two were waiting for Ransom's… well, she was his everything. Both figuratively and literally. She was his cook, his maid, his assistant, sometimes his driver… his everything. She meant the whole world to him.

He was in love with her, the woman whose name was Y/N. Ransom thought it was the most perfect name in the world. Why wouldn't it be, considering that it was given to the most perfect person in the world. And currently, she was late to work. As the two men sat in Ransom's home office, his ears perked up when he heard the squeaky main gates open. He immediately threw his work on the table before running downstairs to open the front door. The bell rang a few seconds later.

He opened the door and, startled, Y/N took a step back. "Jesus, you scared me. What were you, waiting there for me or something?" she chuckled and Ransom stood blocking the entrance, his arms crossed. "You're 7 minutes late," he began, "Where were you?" Blinking, Y/N stared at him. "You can't be serious…" He threw his arms up in exasperation. "I am serious! Where have you been? I was worried sick about you!"

"Th-The coffee took a little more time, damn, I'm sorry," she muttered, nodding her head towards the Starbucks cup she was holding, "The line was longer than usual." He stood there for a few moments before stepping to the side, allowing her entry into the house. Just then, Derren walked down the stairs as well. "Hey Alvarado, how's it going?" Y/N smiled at him, keeping her coffee cup on the dining table. "Hi sweetheart, I'm doing great," he replied just as cheerfully.

Ransom proceeded to glare at his friend, who simply raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Alright then, I'll get to work. Got loads to do today. See what I did there? Loads? As in laundry?" Ransom smiled at her adorable behaviour. "Yes, we see it perfectly, angel. We won't disturb you." With that, he ushered Derren up the stairs. Once the two of them were inside Ransom's office, Derren laughed. "Man, I keep forgetting why you're always so worried about her. She's hot."

Startled, he took a step back as Ransom turned murderous eyes towards him. "Talk about her like that one more time and I'm going to forget we were ever friends, am I understood?" he snarled. Derren nervously nodded his head. "Yes, boss." Ransom scoffed and both men got back to their work again, which was to prepare for a meeting they had with a possible alliance in the afternoon.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!"

"Oh, already? At least have some tea," Y/N frowned at Derren, looking down at the three cups she was filling with freshly brewed tea. "Can't stay, I've got some work to do. See you later!" He waved at her and left the house. "Wonder why he was in such a hurry, he didn't even stay for tea!" she complained to Ransom, who had followed Derren down the stairs. "He didn't stay? Shame," Ransom lied easily, walking towards her. "Take this." She lifted a cup off the table and handed it to him.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Y/N sent him a grin. She liked it when he called her nicknames, it made her feel very special. She'd worked for Ransom for precisely 2 years and 7 months now; Ransom's mother, Linda, was the one who thought he should have a maid. He never maintained the house on his own, plus, they had the money to pay her well. At first Ransom didn't like the sound of that but the moment he laid eyes on Y/N, his opinion changed. She'd entered his world as his maid, but she would definitely be leaving as his wife.

"Excellent tea." Y/N snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Ransom, who was smiling at her. "Thanks! I hear that everyday but it just keeps getting better," she joked and he laughed along. "Alright, I'm going to go get ready now, I've got a meeting with someone in an hour." She nodded. "Good luck! Hope it goes well!" With that, Y/N sat at the dining table, her cup of tea in front of her as she took out her phone.

He stared at her for a few seconds more before going upstairs to get ready.

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"3… 2… 1…"

No sign of Y/N. Ransom's leg bounced as he sat on the couch, waiting for his darling. That day he was free, and was extremely bored without Y/N. He waited; a few more minutes passed but she didn't show up. "She's fine, she's just perfect. Maybe the line at Starbucks was even longer," he assured himself, his hand automatically going to his mouth to bite on his nails. A total of 20 minutes passed, and yet she didn't show up. She'd never been this late. His fear turned into anger; she knew he liked punctuality.

"Where the fuck is she?" he growled to himself, taking out his phone. He'd installed a tracker in her phone one day when she wasn't looking, and he controlled it through his own phone. He unlocked his device and went to the app, opening it only to get the biggest shock of his life. Y/N… was near his rival's house. What was she doing there? He tried calling her, but as soon as he did, it went to voicemail. She wasn't picking up his calls… What could be going on between them?

Wait. Y/N wasn't that kind of a person… Ransom had told her several times about that rival of his, and she'd vowed, vowed in front of him that she would never interact with him in any way. And Y/N wasn't the kind of person who'd break promises. What if… what if she was there against her will? That sounded more realistic to him; what if Y/N was kidnapped by his rival? His anger burned hotter, but now, it was directed somewhere else.

"You'll fucking pay for this, Deleon."

Going upstairs to get his revolver and some extra bullets, he left the house, only two things on his mind— the murder of his rival, and the safety of Y/N. He got into his car, reaching Deleon's place in about 30 minutes. Once there, he bravely approached the front gates without any care in the world, throwing them open. The loud clang alerted some of the guards outside, and they immediately rushed over to see who the intruder was.

They paused when they saw Ransom; more like, the expression on Ransom's face. There was a deep glare etched on his face, his figure shaking with barely-repressed anger as his extended hand held the gun. While the guards had seen Ransom a few times before, they'd never seen him in such a furious state, and they actually feared for their life. Ransom did not utter a single word; instead, he started firing the gun with expert precision, hitting each and every guard square on the forehead.

One by one, all of them fell to the ground, dead. A small, mirthless smile bloomed on Ransom's face but other than that, his face stayed the same— still holding the deadly glare. He went inside, loading more bullets into his revolver. There were even more people inside, but just as quickly, they fell to the ground, also dead from a bullet in their head. Finally, Ransom reached the sitting room of the house, where Deleon and a few others were sitting, having drinks.

Ransom instantly noticed the blood on Deleon's knuckles and glowered, his body starting to visibly shake as he couldn't hold his anger back any longer. "Drysdale!" Deleon exclaimed in shock, scrambling up when he noticed the other man. "Where is she?" Ransom hissed, "Where is Y/N?!" Deleon and a few others flinched when Ransom yelled the second question. "Get him!" Deleon screamed back at some of his men, and Ransom's fear was confirmed.

She was in the house, and her blood adorned Deleon's knuckles. Deleon's men ran towards Ransom, only to be knocked down by his gun. That day, nobody could have stopped him. He'd gone insane; all he saw was red, and he couldn't stop imagining Y/N's dead body lying somewhere in the house. That only fueled his fire and he started fighting sedulously. Though there were around 10 of Deleon's men and only one Ransom, he got the upper hand over them, killing them all with precisely 10 bullets.

As he loaded more into his gun, Deleon started taking a few steps back, now the only one alive in the room alongside Ransom. But Ransom did not give him a chance to escape. He fired 2 bullets first, both of which hit Deleon on the chest. As the man fell to his knees, Ransom walked over, breathing heavily. "Where is she?" With his dying breaths, Deleon wheezed, "You'll never find her." Not satisfied with that answer, Ransom snarled and fired a last bullet, which hit his rival straight on the face.

As Deleon slumped to the ground, Ransom started throwing kicks and punches at the already dead man, until his knuckles, too, were adorned with blood. "Now you know what happens when you mess with her," Ransom yelled at no one in particular, planting a last kick to Deleon's nose before leaving the room. The house was now devoid of living people spare Ransom, and he was free to search for Y/N.

He checked every nook and cranny of the big house; around 15 minutes later, he opened a broom closet and fell to his knees in shock when he saw Y/N, hands and legs tied, messily shoved in. Tears formed in his eyes when he saw how badly bruised she looked. All his anger vanished, now filled with sadness and guilt as he gently pulled her out of the closet, his tears falling free when she fell limp in his arms. There was a wound on her forehead that was actively bleeding, along with a cut on her lip.

Her arms and legs had lacerations on them as well, and her wrists and ankles were swollen purple black and blue with how tightly she was bound with the ropes. "Y/N?" His voice cracked, his hand cupping her cheek. She was still alive, thankfully, so he got on his feet, carrying her bridal style out of the house and towards his car. He lay her down on the backseat before starting the car, driving her to his house.

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"And… done."

He'd just finished tying a bandage to Y/N's arm, and he sat back to admire his work. As soon as he'd reached home, he'd taken her to the bathroom for a warm bath, washing all the filth and blood off her body. He kept his hands to himself, mind you, because his first priority was Y/N's well-being. After giving her a proper bath, he'd just finished putting bandages on her. He got up, walking to his wardrobe to pick out some clothes. He selected his favourite cable-knit sweater, hoping it would keep her warm.

Then he put her in the sweater and a pair of his sweatpants, before getting into bed next to her, running his hand over her head. "Wake up soon, darling, please…" Ransom debated on whether he should call a doctor over or not; while the sane part of him thought that calling a doctor was necessary, the overprotective side of him didn't want to let anyone near Y/N. He sat thinking for a few more minutes until he picked up the phone and dialled his personal practitioner's number.

The doctor arrived a while later. Ransom refused to leave Y/N's side while he did the checkup, until finally, the doctor turned to Ransom with a smile. "Your wife will be just fine, sir, she should wake up in a few hours. Good work with the bandages, by the way. The blow to her head was only strong enough to make her pass out, nothing more." His words reassured Ransom; he didn't even bother to correct him when he said Y/N was his wife.

"Thank you so much." The doctor left. Ransom went back to his room, his heart clenching in his chest when he saw Y/N on his bed, looking all beaten up, covered in bandages, passed out. "Please wake up soon, my darling, I can't see you like this," he whispered, laying down next to her. He did not even bother to change out of his bloody clothes, simply falling asleep.

As promised, a few hours later, Y/N woke up. It was evening now, around 8 pm. She blinked her eyes open, groaning softly when sharp pain shot through her head. "Ow, what the fuck…" she muttered, rubbing the side of her head as she sat up, looking around. Only, something prevented her from sitting up; Ransom's heavy arm draped over her stomach. She attempted to push it away but was unsuccessful, so she sighed and lay back down, resting her own hands over his arm.

The last she could remember, she was waiting for the bus, alone at the bus-stand. The next moment, everything went black. And now, she was here, in Ransom's arms. What happened? Her fingers danced over his arm as she pondered, waking him up. "Sweetheart?" he called drowsily, heaving himself up. As he sat up, Y/N noticed all the blood on his clothes, as well as some dried up blood on his face. She nearly screamed. "Ransom?! Did you get hurt?"

Ransom yawned and chuckled as her hands roamed his torso, checking for wounds. He grabbed her wrists and brought her hands to his lips, kissing each palm. "No, angel, I'm not injured at all." She blinked at him, before promptly throwing her arms around his neck, starting to cry. "What happened?" she sobbed, "What happened to me?" He gladly held her close, rubbing her back as he tried to get her to stop. "I'll explain, but promise me you'll stop crying."

She pulled away, sniffling and shaking. Ransom gently guided her on his lap, her legs straddling his waist as he wiped her tears off, holding her face in his hands. "Okay, it started when you didn't show up on time in the morning," he began, "I got worried, so I checked the tracker I've put in your mobile." "You've put a tracker in my phone?! Ransom!" "Hey, that tracker came in handy today, I wouldn't have been able to save you without it!"

She pouted at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Okay, go on." He smiled and curled a strand of her hair around his finger. "So I check the tracker, and it shows your location near Deleon's house." Y/N gasped in shock. "His house?! I swear, Ransom, I didn't go there, I'd never betray—" Ransom stopped her rambling by bringing her face closer to his, pressing their lips against each other's. "Shall I continue?"

"Mm-hm."

"At first I thought the same. That you went there willingly. But then I realised, my girl is a precious angel and she'd never betray me like that. So, that leaves us with only one possibility: Deleon kidnapped you." Tears started forming in Y/N's eyes again. She was kidnapped? "Don't cry, my love," Ransom murmured, wiping her tears away again. "I waited a few minutes before checking the tracker, by the way, hoping that today, too, the line at Starbucks was what was holding you back."

"But it wasn't."

"But it wasn't. As soon as I came to the conclusion that you were kidnapped by Deleon, I… I went crazy," Ransom admitted with a sigh. "Crazy? How crazy?" Y/N asked curiously. "I— I killed him." A loud gasp escaped past Y/N's lips. "What?! Are you being serious?" Ransom groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I was worried! I couldn't think straight, all I could think about was… murdering the man. And look! He hurt you so much!"

She looked down at all the bandages on her body. "But still, Ransom, murder…" His head fell against her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I… I can't bear to lose you, sweetheart, you mean the world to me. If I lost you, that means… all the good in the world is gone. There would be no point in living in such a world." Y/N slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cradling his head. "It's not okay," she mumbled, "But you saved me. And I have to be thankful about that."

"Really? You forgive me?"

"No I do not, Ransom, even one is a lot of people when it comes to… But… but I understand that you did it simply because you were worried about me. And I'm grateful that you saved my life. And I… I love you," she blurted out the last part, catching Ransom off-guard. "Come again?" Her cheeks heated up as he pulled away, holding her by the shoulders. "I love you," she said, much more firmly this time. And Ransom grinned broadly, connecting their lips yet again.

"I love you too, my darling, I love you so much! I promise, I will never do something like this again, it's only because you were in danger that I—" Y/N cut him off, waving her arms in dismissal. "I get it. To be honest, if the roles were reversed, I probably would have done a very similar thing." Ransom laughed, squishing her cheeks. "My darling angel," he gushed fondly, pulling her back into his arms. "I love you, Ransom."

"I love you too, Y/N, so much."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years

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Anna's August Fic Recs

Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

HOLLAND & Co.

✨ Tom Holland

revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good

sunkissed by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏

souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland

one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!

heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection

one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!

act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom

one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!

happier than ever by @vendettaparker

one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan

the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings

one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!

lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue

one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')

slide in by @uglypastels

one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again

white winged dove by @muhollands

one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)

abide by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁

getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend

✨ Harrison Osterfield

little lune by @dovenymph

one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺

it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au

✨ Harry Holland

wild side by @softholand

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear

lost in your light by @spider-barnes

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛

falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes

one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫

hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet

one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰

my forever by @unsaidholland

blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰

circles by @farfromharry

one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!

MARVEL

🎂 Suz's birthday fics

this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛

you're the glitter in the dark

one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky

if i could touch you...

one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve

love you in a thousand ways

one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam

miss your kiss

one-shot, 18+, biker!thor

🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!

collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌

✨ Sam Wilson

book smart by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌

he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰

adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666

one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!

stay awhile by @lacapucharoja

one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌

slow motion by @ambrosiase

one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?

✨ Steve Rogers

bullies, bullied by @anika-ann

one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰

there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap

one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it

✨ Bucky Barnes

timer by @xbuchananbarnes

series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷‍♀️

the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords

series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!

quick fix by @ocean-bucky

one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!

grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm

two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!

before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota

one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏

alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful

three flags up by @starbuckie

one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much

and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky

one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!

lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes

two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her

hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏

✨ Joaquin Torres

red by @remmysbounty

one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!

hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!

✨Peter Parker

love lies by @rosyparkers

series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it

sunset lovers by @duskholland

one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!

always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!

perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds

one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏

this fic by @peeterparkr

one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart

the plan by @spideyyeet

series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!

burning red by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!

this fic by @mcumendes

blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!

kiss me more by @celestialholland

one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love

the reveal by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!

always by @ptersmj

one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment

red-handed by @/vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂

OTHERS

✨ Spencer Reid

as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies

one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!

✨ Frank Adler

thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have

will you hold on my love by @writerwrites

one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!

✨ Ransom Drysdale

undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!

a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!

#anna's fic recs #august fic recs #fic recs #marvel fic recs #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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MARVEL

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

+++++

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

+++++

Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

+++++

Stephen Strange

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

+++++

Loki

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

+++++

Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

+++++

Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

+++++

SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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Brothers In Arms

Part 4: Put Yourself In My Place

Summary: After learning what happened to you, Ari is on the rampage. Meanwhile, Steve contemplates his next move and Ransom broods.

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. NSFW 18+) Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.

Pairing: MOB DARK Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader.

W/C: 6.6k

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 3: Tears On My Pillow

Sleep evaded you that night. The spare room at your big brothers felt alien, empty, cold. Ari had stayed with you until you’d fallen asleep, holding you as you’d cried, just like he had when your dad had left never to return, and again when your mom had died. But you’d woken barely two hours later and now here you were, shivering under the duvet, your body sore but your heart aching much more.

Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes flooded. You buried your face in your hands and let out a sob.

As you cried, you were barely aware the door had opened again and your brother’s soft voice spoke as he crossed the room.

“Hey… c’mon. You’re safe here.”

"It's so bad." You felt the bed dip as Ari sat beside you, his strong arms wrapping around you. You sobbed into his big broad chest, your face buried into his tee-shirt. “I messed up so bad."

“You were tricked, violated and hurt.” Ari spoke, his tone gentle but firm. “This is not your fault.”

"Steve was my fault. I should have known, Ari. I should have known."

“But you didn’t.” Ari soothed, his large hand rubbing your back. “And that’s no excuse for what that piece of shit Drysdale did. Fuck, imma kill him.”

"I just want to sleep. I want to forget."

“Okay, well I’ll lay with you again then, and I won’t leave. I promise.”

You nodded and settled into his hold, feeling fragile and cold, broken and lost.

You were still wrapped up in Ari's protective embrace when the first rays of light came through your room. You stirred and woke him too.

"Hey, you okay?" Care and concern laced his voice.

"Sore." You grunted as you sat up.

Ari let out a low growl as he moved to sit up, leaning against the headboard. “I swear to God, I told him when you two started dating I’d kill him if he hurt you. I mean it Y/N.”

"It'll start a war, Ari."

“I don’t give a shit, besides, there’s only gonna be one winner. He knows I have enough dirt on him to bury him for life. And more to the point, so does Harlan.”

“This is Steve’s fault, not Ransom’s. Steve’s out to ruin his life and I was just collateral.” You shook your head, your eyes welling and Ari sighed.

“That does not excuse what he did to you.” Ari repeated his sentiment from earlier. “Have you seen your neck? Or the bruises on your wrists and face? When your dad left, I swore down I’d always protect you, I might only be your half-brother on paper but…” he shook his head, sadly as he let out a sigh, “fuck, why the hell didn’t you tell me about Steve?”

You measured your words carefully before saying them. "He threatened my life. He threatened Ransom's. Said he'd expose everything if I didn't keep up this act. But Ari, I just couldn't do it. I love Ransom too much, or I did or I do... It's all so confusing right now."

Ari stayed silent for a moment before he gave a heavy sigh, “what a fucking mess.” You watched as he chewed his lip, before he raised his brow. “I told you I didn’t want you getting mixed up in all this crap.”

“Ari…”

“You were a junior associate at the biggest firm in the city. You went to Harvard Law, were on for great things…I wish I’d never taken you to that damned gala where you met him.”

"Well, we clearly can't change the past," you scoffed and slipped out of the bed. "Thank you for staying with me." You headed for the en-suite and closed the door on your brother's protests.

With a groan, Ari pushed himself off the bed and headed out of the room. He couldn’t help but blame himself partly for this. He was as deep in the Drysdale’s shady world as possible, had been on their payroll for years, ever since he’d accepted a bung in exchange for providing information on an informant’s safe house location. He wasn’t proud of it, but your mom’s medical bills had ramped up leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place.

But you… you had been well clear of it all until Ari had taken you to that damned gala Harlan’s ‘publishing’ company had hosted. A night and chance to get dressed up and enjoy yourself after all the shit that had happened with your mom’s long illness… and that’s when Ransom had first gotten his claws into you.

Knowing you were your own woman, and if he tried to interfere it would back fire, Ari stepped back, tried to let you find your own way. And for the most, well, Drysdale had treated you well. Like a princess in fact. He wasn’t happy you’d left your job and gone to work for Stark but, well, again, he couldn’t stop that. And he’d had Harlan’s promise that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch.

Well, it had. And now Thrombey was going to give him answers.

He quickly changed and freshened up, the shower could wait. Pulling on a button down and a sweater, he made a few calls to sort his plan and schedule, and headed into the kitchen. He gathered a selection of fruits, granola and yoghurt together for you before the security system beeped and his long-time friend come security guy Kabede entered the kitchen.

“S’up, boss? Didn’t think you were working today?”

“I got some business to take care of. My sister is here, bit of trouble with Drysdale. Need you to watch her without watching her, if you get me.”

“Say no more.”

“Thanks buddy.”

With that Ari bounded back up the stairs and knocked gently on your bedroom door.

“I’m naked!”

“Thanks…” Ari groaned, “listen, I’m heading out for a bit. Kebede is here, if you need anything." He sighed through your door as he adjusted his cuffed sleeve.

Your response was a sniffly ‘okay’ and he paused for a moment.

“Wanna get pizzas and eat junk tonight, Booger? I’ll even let you watch your choice of shit movie.”

"Ari..." his name was teasing in your tongue.

"Okay."

“Dirty Dancing?”

"Maybe."

“You said I could pick!”

Ari chuckled. "I'll be back later this evening. There's food ready if you want. You call me for anything at all, and I mean anything."

The door opened and you looked at him, your towel held round your body. “Where are you going?”

“To Boston.” Ari replied simply

"Ari, please...."

“Y/N, just leave it. I’m going to see Harlan, okay? He’s the one person Ransom is scared of and frankly, I want him to know what his grandsons have been up to.”

Your eyes fell but you understood. "Be careful."

“I will, promise.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Don’t leave the house, please? Just until this is sorted.”

"Okay."

“Love you.” His lips brushed your forehead and then he turned and left.

"Ditto."

You watched him go before you closed the door and sighed. You had a horrible feeling this was going to get worse before it got better.

*****

“Boss?”

The title interrupted his thoughts and with a glare

Steve looked up as Bucky walked into the room. “Hey, Buck.” His face softened just a little.

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky was Steve’s second in command, and one of the few who’s loyalty hadn’t swayed when Steve had been inside. Best friends since childhood, Steve trusted the one-time soldier with his life, and vice versa. He was the one person that could tell Steve exactly how it was, give it to him straight, so to speak, without fear.

“Thought you might like to know…” Bucky sank into the leather chair on the other side of the desk, “seems like your plan worked. Ransom kicked his girl out last night. Word is he’s been rampaging round Stark Tower like a bear with a sore head, and she ain’t turned in for work.”

"Hmmm," the King of Brooklyn stared out of his penthouse window, overlooking the bridge.

“You don’t sound as pleased as I thought.” Bucky mused, watching him.

"If she's not been in, then you know as well as I where she ended up and things are about to get worse for my brother."

“What do you mean?”

"She's most definitely with her brother, that crooked piece of pay roll shit that introduced the two of them and I have no doubt Ari is on his way to Harlan." He snidely smirked. "The one person who Ransom had in his corner won't be happy about how he's kicked his girl out."

“So, you are pleased?” Bucky arched a brow.

"Oh, I am indeed, don't mistake that. But my next move has to be far more calculated than the rest." Steve turned to Bucky. "Give your guy a call. I want tabs on Ransom's next move before he makes it."

Bucky took a deep breath, “sure boss.”

"And Buck..."

"Yeah?"

"Find her."

“Y/N? I thought you said you knew where she was? If she’s with Levinson, we ain’t getting near her.”

"Call it... Confirmation."

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, “Steve. I’ve known you a long time, so when I say this, I have your best interests at heart but…what the fuck do you want with her? You got what you wanted, you’ve taken the only thing left your brother cares about. You’ve had your vengeance there for Peggy. What’s this about?”

"I want her."

“You want her.” Bucky scoffed, “you think Levinson is gonna just let that happen?”

"I’ll kill him."

"Steve, you're going in with blind rage, that's not good for anyone." Steve turned and looked at Bucky, hands falling to the buckle of his belt as his best friend continued. “And if you kill her brother, you really think she’s gonna go along with any of this? Ransom aside, Harlan loves her. And she’s got Stark backing her…”

"I'm beyond asking for permission in any of this, Buck. This is what I want and I get what I want. Make. It. Happen. Leave Levinson to me."

Bucky sighed, “okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Once Bucky left, Steve slammed his hand on the desk, "fuck." He growled.

This was harder than he anticipated and never expected. News of Ransom's petulant actions at Stark's this morning he'd expected. You going to Ari he expected. But as coyly as Steve had played it off, Ari and the potential risk of him seeking out Harlan was problematic. There was a reason why Harlan made Ransom his second over Steve, trust was there and once you broke Harlan's trust, you were fucked. Ari knew this and so did Steve, this would be a card not played in Steve's favor.

But he was inching closer and closer to pure suffering on Ransom's end and that was his main agenda. The rest was collateral damage. It didn't matter how wide he had to cast his net, Steve was adamant Ransom was to feel the pain and suffering he had. What he’d done to him so far hadn’t even scratched the surface.

Steve glanced over at the framed photo of his wife, Peggy. It had been taken three weeks before she had been gunned down in a drive by, the bullet meant for him. And despite what his shithead brother said, Steve knew he was behind the botched hit.

He hadn’t known it at the time, of course, Ransom had covered his tracks. Even when he’d subjected Rumlow to over four days of torture the guy had maintained he didn’t know who had hired him. Eventually, Steve had put a bullet in his head and then called on his dear brother for an alibi. Despite the fact they didn’t talk much, he’d thought the unwritten family code would hold up.

It didn’t.

When questioned by the police, Ransom had taken his chance and denied Steve had been with him. Steve took the fall and Ransom…well, he’d taken Brooklyn.

But Steve had gotten that back.

And soon he’d get the rest of his life back too, by ruining his twin’s.

****

It was a short flight up to Boston, especially when you could use a private jet whenever you wanted, within reason. Soon, Ari was exiting the private air terminal and climbing into a waiting car.

“Mr Thrombey is at the publishers,” the diver turned to look at him. “He requested I take you there.”

“I assume he’s not gonna keep me waiting?”

“He’s requested that you go straight up. There will be an unescorted pass for you on reception. I’ll be waiting to bring you back for your return flight.”

Ari nodded and checked his phone. As the car headed through the outskirts of the city, he read messages he'd missed and checked in with you.

You were fine. Dozing you'd offered. And he in turn mentioned he'd be home early that evening and that Kabede would remain until he'd arrived.

When you’d petulantly reminded him, you didn’t need a babysitter he chuckled to himself and in turn reminded you of the promise you’d made not to leave the house. When you’d retorted and asked if using the hot tub counted, he knew that you were starting to feel a little better, even so he wasn’t stupid enough to think you were okay.

And you'd most definitely reminded him that he owed you Dirty Dancing and junk food the moment he returned.

Firing you one last message to tell you to order the pizzas for seven, and that he would collect the rest of the junk on the way, he closed his phone and watched the scenery as the car drove to the leafy suburbs of Cambridge, finally stopping at the old hospital which housed Blood Like Wine, the publishing company Harlan used to front the family business.

A legitimate business, the company did actually publish Harlan’s books. But that was the beauty of the operation. The mob wasn’t as public as it once has been, back in the day. They controlled everything by subterfuge. On the face of it, the Thrombeys, Starks and Maximoffs were legitimate business people. The authorities had nothing. There was no trail, no proof. Not even so much as a parking ticket or a tax return out of date, no risk of anyone pulling a Capone. But, underneath, they were shady as fuck.

And Ari was as deep in that shade as he could get. Now a bent CIA agent, one who struck a deal with Harlan all those years ago, on the hook ever since. For the most part, it didn't bother him. Any troublesome suspects that he couldn't quite pin down, a quick call and the evidence would suddenly be at his disposal. Human traffickers who got away with their actions because no one would talk, they would suddenly ‘disappear’ and never be seen again. In return, he kept Harlan’s extended empire out of the spotlight, feeding them information here and there, keeping them one step ahead of the authorities.

He had enough on them though to bring them to their knees, and Harlan knew that. Which was why Ari knew he was safe; he had collateral, an email which would fire straight to the relevant people should Ari fail to check in one day. And in turn, Harlan had photos of him, paper work, proof Ari was bent. But neither had ever had any cause to use it, there was a mutual respect. Ari liked Harlan, despite how gray his morals may sometimes be. He helped keep the streets of New York, Boston and Queens safe, helped keep the people Ari had signed up to serve all those years ago as a police officer, from falling prey to scum bag drug dealers, pimps, child sex rings, traffickers and rapist.

And that was fine by him, and probably by his superiors even if they’d never admit it, and they sure as hell wouldn’t condone his active involvement.

But now…now his sister had been hurt, and that was the one thing Ari would not tolerate. He’d take the fall if Harlan wouldn’t play ball, fuck the consequences.

The driver stopped to valet and Ari was escorted inside, the receptionist just simply extending her arm and the visitors pass dropped into Ari's hand. He took the elevator up to where he knew Harlan's office sat and helped himself in.

Harlan looked up as he walked into the large room, and shot him a little smile. “Ari…” he stood up to shake his hand, “what’s got you all bent out of shape so badly you had to come all this way out?”

Ari arched a brow, “don’t tell me you seriously expect me to believe you don’t know.”

“More than one side to a story," Harlan sat back down in his chair. "Let's hear hers."

Ari took the seat at the other side of the cherrywood desk and explained exactly what you’d told him. About Steve, the Masquerade ball, the blackmail. He then took a deep breath, his anger swelling inside as he told Harlan what Ransom had done to you in retaliation.

“He hurt her, Harlan…really hurt her. You should see the bruises and…” Ari swallowed as he shook his head, “he raped her, that’s what it was. She told him to stop.”

“Yeah well, suffice to say he didn’t tell me that bit.” Harlan groaned, his hand rubbing his face. A long index finger traces his lips. “How is she?”

“How the fuck do you think she is? Broken, hurt. Violated, distraught…need I go on?”

"No, lad, you don't." Harlan growled. "What does she need and what can I do?"

“This isn’t about what she needs, I got that covered.” Ari leaned back, his hands clasped in his lap, legs spread as he looked at Harlan. “This is about what I want.”

Harlan seemed to think it over for a moment and leaned forward on his forearms and clasped his hands together. "Alright. Indulge me, Ari."

Ari once again opened his phone, pulling it from his pant pocket and sliding it over to Harlan. It took the older man no more than a few moments to review the contents of which Ari shared before he clicked the phone screen off and set the device back in front of Ari.

"Alright, tell me."

“I wanna kill your grandson, Harlan, but I know you’re not gonna let me do that. So instead, I want fifteen minutes with him. Alone, and for that I need you to get me into his mansion, and make sure I’m not disturbed. So that means getting rid of his guard dogs. Give me those fifteen minutes, and you have my word. I won’t kill him. If you don’t, I’ll go in there with a full firing squad and be damned the casualties.”

Harlan didn't even need to think on it. "Done."

Ari arched a brow. “I expected a little push back.”

"Ransom has pushed his entitlement far enough. It's time the hard lesson is learned." Harlan sat back and signed. "I'm an old man, Ari, and neither of those shits have proven themselves. Ransom would be my second, he's good at the family business, but he's shit at personal relationships, until your sister."

Ari pursed his lips, “Y/N was an idiot, she should have come clean, she knows that. But Steve tricked her and she was scared into trying to deal with it in the way she did. Because she loves Ransom. And I don’t think she’ll ever stop. But I’ll be damned if im gonna let him just walk away scot free.”

“And Steve?”

Ari merely popped a shoulder.

"Fair enough."

Ari took a deep breath. “I should be going. I don’t wanna leave Y/N for too long.”

"Ari, you have my word on this. I'll give you your fifteen minutes, no more, no less. Understood?" Harlan peered up at him and Ari gave a flick of his brows.

“That’s all I’m gonna need.”

"Safe travels. We'll be in touch, I'm sure."

With a final nod, Ari left the patriarch's office and subsequently left the building and then the state altogether.

****

“You look incredibly beautiful,” Ransom purred as you sat in the back of his car, “I knew red would be your colour.”

“It’s a nice dress,” you conceded with a nod, “although some might say it’s a little creepy.”

“What is?”

“Our third date and you’re already sending me things to wear.”

"Am I not allowed?"

“Would it make a difference if I said no?”

"No." He was clear cut but not stern in his answer.

You chuckled and blinked at him, your lids slow and sultry. “Then it’s a moot point, Ransom.”

He handed you a glass of champagne for the ride.

"So, where are you taking me?"

“La Grande Boucherie,” Ransom sipped from his own glass. “You heard of it?”

“They don’t pay junior associates well then at Pearson Hardman?” He smirked a little as you rolled your eyes.

“I manage fine, thank you.”

“Fair enough." He sipped his glass. "Speaking of, how were things today?"

“Fine,” you took a sip yourself. “Harvey has me working the paperwork for his next big case. It’s interesting, I like it. He err, he also suggested I can sit the second chair on the bench…”

"I take it that’s what you want?" Ransom was interested, never wasn't. You were beautiful, smart. And you held his attention on an intellectual level that outstood the women he'd been with before meeting you.

“Absolutely, it’s the next step to getting the Junior dropped from my title,” you took a deep breath, “Ari thinks I should be pushing for it more, making louder noises but I don’t want to start annoying people.”

"Ah, yes, Ari. He's a smart guy."

At that you snorted, “he has his moments.”

With a small smirk, he nodded. "We're here."

Ransom let himself out and then walked round the car to offer you his arm as Carter opened the door. You took it and the pair of you were escorted into the restaurant. You walked slowly, not wanting to trip in your heels and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes as you realised you were heading for the chef’s table.

It was during this date that you learned the truth about exactly what importing and exporting it was that Ransom did. You hadn’t been shocked; how could you be. His name was notorious within the law firm you worked for, his family had half the lawyers on their payroll. What had knocked you, however, was how deeply embedded in it your brother was.

You’d fallen a little quiet on the drive home. And Ransom had feared that you were going to tell him you wanted nothing more to do with him, for that exact reason, but as his car pulled up to your apartment block you cleared your throat.

“Do you, err, do you wanna come in for a coffee? Or…something stronger?”

He was a little taken aback but nodded, "stronger is good."

“Okay…”

As you exited the car, Ransom nodded to Carter as he slipped him a wad of notes, “I’ll call you.”

"Sure, boss." He tipped you both a nod before you led Ransom into your lobby.

You slipped your key fob into the elevator and you both stepped in, Ransom’s hand at the small of your back.

You were silent until you reached your door, one of two on the top floor.

“It’s probably a little less upmarket than what you’re used to.” You hastily began to apologise as you let him into your small, 3 roomed open plan home.

"Why do you say that?" He slipped his coat off. "It's nice. Has a view.”

You shrugged as he tossed his coat over the back of your couch and strode told the window. “I like it.”

"Me too."

You kicked your shoes off and walked to your cupboard, pulling out a bottle of scotch Ransom knew to be Ari’s preferred brand and two short glasses. "Scotch okay?"

“Sure,” he nodded as he flopped onto the couch, looking around. It might have been small but everything had a place. It was modern, with personal touches. Touches that his own Penthouse lacked.

You padded over to him after pouring and handed him his glass, your fingers brushing. "Thank you for dinner, Ransom. I was wonderful."

“Well…” his eyes tracked you as you sat down next to him, “if I haven’t completely scared you off then there’s plenty more places like that I’d like to take you.”

"You haven't." You swallowed with honesty. "I mean am I a little overwhelmed, yes. But scared, no."

“That either makes you brave or stupid.” Ransom took a sip from the glass.

"Maybe both," you shrugged.

“Dangerous combination.”

"Maybe. Maybe it's just the right combination," you sipped. Ransom smirked as you turned your body towards him. “Should I be afraid of you, Hugh?”

His jaw clenched a little, "Ransom, please, baby."

You chuckled, “baby?”

In an uncharacteristic moment of bashfulness, Ransom felt his cheeks flush and he shrugged, "too soon?"

You smirked a little over your glass, Ransom’s eyes flicking to your lips, “you tell me? Is this gonna be a fuck and run?”

"Do you want it to be?" He whispered as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“The fuck bit, yeah…” you whispered as his face drew closer to yours, “not so sure about the run part.”

"I don't wanna run," his breath fanned your face.

“Then don’t…”

His lips sealed over yours as he sucked that your bottom lip in, the tip of his tongue gliding along your plumped skin. In the whispers of your conversation he had set his glass down and now his large hands cupped your face.

You whimpered as he kissed you. Your well manicured nails gliding up his neck to the back of his head, nails scratching through his hair.

He let out a groan into your mouth, his kiss growing fervent as he gently moved further into your space, causing you to lay back on the couch.

You made out on the leather sofa, his hands tracing your curves over the soft material of your dress, then gliding up the outside of your smooth thighs.

Before long you’d moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, a trail of breadcrumbs to the little cottage in the woods.

With a huff, your back hit your bed as Ransom caged you in.

“You’re beautiful…” his lips met your neck, caressing that spot behind your ear that he’d quickly figured made you melt.

"Hu... Ransom, please...."

He chuckled, his mouth moving to your collar bone. He was in no rush. It had been a while since he’d felt the need to worship a woman the way he was doing with you. The last had been his ex girlfriend way back in his early twenties. Since then it had been a sting of one night stands, at most a few recurring liaisons with no strings. But this, well, this was different.

You were captivating, innocent, uninterested in his lavish lifestyle and money. And that made him crave you.

His soft face ran along your chest as his nose inhaled you in, that hot tongue of his laving at the curve of your breasts, flicking over your peaked nipples. Your own two hands desperately wanted to run through his hair, over those freckled broad shoulders but he wouldn't let you touch him.

"Not yet," he husked. Down he went, his tongue mapping a trail across your skin, using each dip, curve, blemish as direction.

When his teeth nipped at that hip bone on your left, you managed to touch him, your hands scratching the crown of his head. Until then, he was being a silent lover, your moans and whimpers caused by his lips over your body the only sounds in the room.

He let out a growl, you having discovered his weakness. His spot, so to speak.

Lust blown cerulean orbs met your eyes as they gazed through thick, lowered lashes. A silent threat. But you were used to looks men gave in threat, your occupation bringing forth the most scandalous. Ransom knew his threats bore nothing for you and you flicked your brow at him as you fluttered around nothing, your nose flaring in sensual heat.

And then he was back over you, his lips dominating as your hands were pinned above your head, his hardness digging into your stomach.

“Have you got-“

“Yeah…” he nodded, “in my wallet.”

There was a pause as he groaned, knowing it meant leaving you on the bed.

His pants had been discarded near your bedroom door and he quickly paced across the room to grab them. He fished through the fabric for his wallet, pulling the foil wrapper from its folds.

He wasted no time, tearing it open as he walked, tossing the foil to the floor in a nonchalant manner before he knelt on the bed, rolling the rubber down over his dick.

You watched, entranced, the skill quick. He stroked himself a time or two once through and was back over you. "You... Your.... I need it."

He smirked a little, his face arrogantly hansom as he moved your hands from where they’d been rubbing up his arms and once more pinned them above your head.

“You got some kinda Fifty Shades thing going on here?” You asked as he moved closer. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

"No. I...." He bent his neck and kissed you, "I wanna feel every inch of you first."

Before you could quip back about you feeling his inches, he was pushing into you with a slow, measured roll of his hips.

"Oh fuck," you moaned. "That's...."

He silenced your words with another roll, sinking deeper into you, a groan slipping from his plump lips

"Fahk sweethaat," he spoke against you. "You take that well, baby."

His eyes watched your face, every expression as he thrust into you over and over. The way your nose twitched a little, your nostrils flaring, your pupils growing wider as you climbed higher and higher.

"You feel so good, baby, so fahking good." He praised.

Your brain was gone, flooded with sexual endorphins that you couldn't utter a response. His hands kept hold of yours as his fingers slipped between your own.

The muscles of his arms and back flexed and rippled as he kept going, his pace gathering speed as your breath became quick, ragged gasps.

"Ransom, I'm..." your body started to flutter around him and shiver beneath him.

“Yeah baby, come on…”

Again he sped up, his own release eminent, but you were first, you had to be first. And that was a first for him.

Your body trembled and your head tipped back, the most exquisite noise Ransom has ever heard dripped from your parted lips.

His hips dug for those final thrusts as he filled his seed into the barrier and your whole body tensed pleasurably around him. With a groan, his body tingling, his face burried into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His nose bumped the underside of your ear before he kissed the juncture of your jaw. "You alright?"

“Yeah…I’m good, great.” Your voice was a rasp as you gathered your breath.

He hummed a little and pulled back, kissing your lips before he caged you in, "me too."

A loud bang jerked Ransom from his dozing, and he sat bolt upright in the large leather chair in his lounge, the glass tumbler slipping from his hand.

Another crash, followed by breaking glass.

“What the…” he pushed himself up from his chair and moved unsteadily through the house to the study, shouting for Carter.

But no answer came.

Cursing, he stopped to retrieve one of his guns from the chest of drawers in the hall. As he walked, he cocked it before he gave a growl and yanked open the door to his study. His alcohol clouded eyes barely had time to register the carnage of the trashed room before he felt the cold metal muzzle of someone else’s weapon pressed to his temple.

“Drop it, asshole.” A familiar voice warned him and with a scowl, Ransom flicked the safety on and dropped his gun to the floor.

"You came later than I expected," he half slurred.

“Yeah well, thanks to you I had to sit through Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman.” Ari cocked his gun, the grinding of the trigger mechanism loud. “That alone is enough to make me wanna put a bullet through your skull."

"She okay?"

“What the fuck do you care?” Ari scoffed.

"Do I?"

“Judging by the marks on her neck and the fact you raped her, I doubt it.”

“Rape…I didn’t…” Ransom shook his head.

“She told you no, asked you to stop. You didn’t.”

Ransom felt the nerve on his jaw twitch. “So is this where you kill me? We both know you ain’t got the-“

There was a click as Ari pulled the trigger. Ransom stilled and turned round, to see Ari holding his hand out. He opened his palm and six bullets dropped to the floor. “If it wasn’t for Harlan, I would have.”

“How the fuck did you get in here? Where the fuck are my guys?”

“Used the door and I have no idea,” Ari shrugged, “wherever Harlan told them to be for the next…thirteen minutes.“ Ari pocketed his gun and then reached down for Ransoms, emptying the barrel before he tossed it into the corner of the room. “Better safe than sorry, huh.”

“So what’s your big plan, Levinson? Come here and scare me? I’m quaking in my boots.” Ransom drawled, sarcastically. “Or are you here to plead your slut sister’s…”

Ari’s right fist connected with Ransom’s jaw with enough force to send him reeling. He was already unsteady thanks to the alcohol in his system, but as he staggered back, Ari’s left swing nailed him in the gut.

Ransom fell to the floor, his insides crying out as bile from his gut rose to his throat. He dry heaved on his palms, his knees shaking.

Ari’s boot connected with a thud to his ribs, and Ransom rolled over, clutching his side, coughing wetly.

“Big, hard man Hugh…” Ari taunted as he stood over him, giving him another kick. “You’re nothing without your pack of wolves.”

Ransom gurgled in fluid as another blow struck him and he groaned out. "Fuck you."

“You’re a piece of shit,” Ari snarled, “get up.”

Ransom didn't even have the time to do it on his own. Ari's hand fisted his hair and the CIA agent hauled the mob boss to his feet, dragging him to his desk. "Do you see her? She that beautiful face?" He turned Ransom's head so his right cheek pressed into the mahogany and felt surface, his eyes deliberately curved at a framed photo of you on his desk. "Now look at her." Ari nearly flung his phone at his face but stopped short so Ransom could focus.

Despite himself, Ransom glanced at the phone and felt his throat tighten. Dark finger marks littered your neck, a visible bruise to your cheek that he didn’t remember delivering but that must have come when he’d manhandled you somehow. He swallowed thickly as he tried to compose himself.

"It'll only get worse. This is just the first day." Ari pressed down on Ransom's cheekbone, pancaking him into the wood.

Something warm brewed in Ransom’s gut, and guilt tightened his chest. But, then he remembered what you had done. “She fucked my brother…”

“He played her!” Ari yelled. He grabbed the phone and scrolled across, “look,” he let go of Ransom and allowed him to pick the phone up, coughing a little as he inhaled, wincing at the pain in his ribs.

It took a moment but his eyes focused on the small screen in his hands. He read the message, the one Steve had sent you along with the video that he had seen, and swallowed. “This doesn’t prove shit…”

“No, but this does…”

Ari snatched the phone and a second later Steve’s voice drifted from the speaker. Ransom listened to him as he blackmailed you the night you’d been at Raouls, and his stomach turned.

“How did you get that?” He blinked up at Ari.

“I’m in the secret services you dumb fuck.” Ari rolled his eyes, “I tapped her phone the moment she started dating you. Haven’t had any need to listen to any of it until now, however.”

Ransom felt his blood began to simmer, "that's in violation of our agreement, you prick. Does Harlan know?"

“Right know that should be the least of your worries. Harlan is as pissed at you as I am, but stop changing the subject.”

"What the fuck do you want? I get it, okay, I fucked up."

“That’s all you got, I fucked up…”

“She still arranged to meet him!” Ransom yelled, “instead of telling me, she chose to-“

“Yes, to protect you, or so she thought you dumb fuck!”

“I don’t need protection!” Ransom snarled, “I knew as soon as he was released he’d come after me…”

“And he managed to get you, didn’t he? Using the one thing you actually cared about.” Ari flicked his brow up. “Like I said, dumb fuck.”

Ransom looked at Ari and shook his head. “He blames me for Peggy’s death. Thinks I organised the hit.”

That caught Ari unaware. “What? Why?”

“Because I didn’t back his alibi and took the opportunity when it came up to lock him away,” Ransom shrugged, “but it wasn’t me who organised the hit. I didn’t get on with him back then, granted, but I didn’t want him dead.”

Ari pondered for a moment, contemplating something, “you know, if he does think you’re behind Peggy’s death, is all this going to be enough?”

“No,” Ransom scoffed, “he’ll be looking for her, and you left her alone so you could come here…”

“What do you think I am?” Ari scoffed, “she’s not alone, she’s with Kabede.”

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.”

“Kind of ironic, really.” Ari gave a sardonic chuckle, “there’s now three reasons I have not to kill you. You’re actually useful to Y/N alive, even if you don’t wanna be. Because if I shot you, Steve’s firm would run rampage and then Y/N is as good as his.”

Ransom looked at Ari, mulling what he had just said over in his head. Levinson was right, if he was out of the picture it left a power vacuum, and with both firms behind him, Steve would and could take anything or anyone he wanted.

“What’s the other?” He blinked at Ari as the question popped into his head.

“Other what?”

“Reason I’m still alive. You said that was one of three. Harlan is another, so what’s the third?”

“Y/N.” Ari shrugged, “despite everything she’s been through I know if I did kill you, she’d never forgive me. Because she still loves you. Whether she wants to or not.” Ransom took a deep breath, and Ari cleared his throat. “So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna apologise, grovel to her, make it so she can go into work without fear of what people are gonna say and think.”

Despite multiple faces of the same man looking at him, Ransom slowly breathed in through his nose as he stared. His ribs broken, his jaw dislocated and most definitely his pride secretly wounded. "Anything else?"

“You give her her car and whatever else she wants or needs from this place.”

Ransom swallowed, the thought of you clearing your stuff out of the home you’d found and made together made him feel physically sick. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to quash the thought of how badly he’d fucked things up with you from his mind. "I'll have the car dropped off in the morning." he replied, his voice quiet, “and then I’ll have Natasha contact her. Y/N can sort coming to the house or whatever with her if that’s what she wants.”

“And then you leave her alone, unless she decides she wants to see you or speak to you.” Ari continued. “And I mean this, Harlan be damned, you lay one finger on her that isn’t wanted again and I will sling you into the Hudson with the rest of the bodies you’ve sunk.”

Ransom nodded, his gut twisting even further at the thought of being without you. Yes, he was still mad as hell, but he understood. He had reacted exactly the way you had feared he would, and in a sick twist of fate, that made your actions justifiable.

He didn’t deserve forgiveness, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. This was the least he could do.

“Understood. You have my word, I won’t contact her unless she reaches out to me.”

“Good,” Ari moved over to the upset drinks cart and picked up a bottle of scotch and two crystal tumblers from the floor. Ransom sat up, groaning as Ari unscrewed the top. “Now just one last thing before my fifteen minutes are up.”

"What?" Ransom huffed with a slight wheeze as he took the offered scotch.

Ari turned a chair the right way up and sat down. “What we gonna do about your cunt brother?”

"I'm gonna kill him." Ransom’s voice bore no humor, no remorse. Nothing but pure hate, even in four simple words.

Ari took a sip of his scotch, flexing his bruised knuckles before he looked at Ransom with a smirk. “Was hoping you’d say that."

****

Part 5: I Guess I Like It Like That

#Brothers In Arms #Ransom Drysdale x reader #Ransom Drysdale x you #dark steve rogers x reader #dark Steve Rogers x you #mob au #mob #reader insert #Chris Evans character

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Getaway Car

Frank Castle x Reader x asshole!Ransom Drysdale

Warnings: language, canon level violence, blackmail, happy fluffy ending

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Your on-again-off-again boyfriend, Ransom needs your expert legal skills for his business ventures and he doesn’t mind blackmailing you on your birthday to get his way. Thankfully, Frank Castle doesn’t let that shit fly on his watch.

This is my entry into Elsie’s Birthday Writing Challenge @sidepartskinnyjeans [I love a good writing challenge to dig myself out of a rut and since March is also my birthday month, what perfect timing! Happy birthday Elsie and welcome to the dirty 30 club!] Prompts: •dialogue-“Did you invite them” •situation- A few too many drinks •Playlist- “Sugar we’re going down swinging” by Fallout Boy

With a tiny clink of crystal, you placed your empty champagne flute onto a shiny silver tray presented to you by a waiter, and grabbed a fresh glass of bubbly.

“Thanks.” You said to the man who was wearing a matching uniform to all the other waiters and waitresses tending the party.

He strolled off and you were alone again. Alone, in a room full of people, on your birthday.

A hand landed on your shoulder and fingers squeezed so tight, you nearly flinched.

“Stop looking so miserable.” Came the voice of Ransom Drysdale.

You drained your champagne flute and turned to face him. He was handsome, so handsome. Maybe that’s why you allowed your on again off again relationship to drag on for so long.

He stared down at you, “why can’t you just act fucking happy?” He seethed at you. “Do I need to remind you what I’ve got?” He patted his phone in his pocket.

Your stomach dropped and you felt sick. You’d worked your ass off to become a respected and well known member of your law firm, hell, you were probably only a few years away from becoming a partner in the firm.

All that would come crashing down at Ransom’s whim if he decided to make your nudes public. Anger washed over you, but not shame. You were proud of your pictures and you looked damn good in them but unfortunately, in the world you lived in, the pictures would lead to many colleagues losing respect for you. And not to mention, taking you seriously. Yeah, that would go out the window for sure.

A man in a suit approached the two of you, “Is this y/n? The famous lawyer I’ve heard so much about? Damnit Drysdale, how do you always find these beautiful, powerful women?” He chuckled drunkenly.

Ransom looped his arm around your waist and pulled you into himself, “Just part of my charm,” he winked, “And yes this is y/n.”

Ransom pinched you and you gave a weak fake smile and extended your hand to the stranger, “nice to meet you, thanks so much for coming.”

The man was red cheeked with alcohol flush, “Wouldn’t have missed it! Ransom throws the best parties, no expense spared. I like that,” he clapped Ransom on the shoulder then looked back at you, raising his glass, “happy birthday ms. y/n, I look forward to our future business relationship.”

You smiled weakly at him, unable to bring yourself to speak. While dating you never knew the type of people Ransom was involved with, business wise, but soon you found out the truth. He was in deep with Mob relations.

You tried to distance yourself from him after that. Called your relationship quits for good, you didn’t want to be involved in any of his unsavory exploits. But he found a way to pull you back in. And now blackmail you into providing legal advice for his shady business partners.

You watched Ransom walk away and grabbed another glass of champagne from the nearest waiter. You needed to be careful, because you’d already had a few too many drinks.

Your phone buzzed and pulled you from your daze.

Happy birthday, beautiful.

You stared at the message and despite yourself, a genuine smile crept across your face. Frank Castle never had been one for platitudes. He said what he meant, nothing more, nothing less.

As your client, it would have been inappropriate for him to speak to you like that, but he wasn’t a client anymore. You’d even go so far as to call the two of you friends.

Thanks. You texted back.

Are you with him?

You chewed on your lip, debating whether you wanted to lie to him, but decided against it because Frank always saw straight through that.

You decided not to sugar coat it, Not willingly 🙄

What the fuck does that mean?! He’d texted back at lightning speed. I’m on my way.

No don’t! You’ll make it worse. I promise I’m fine.

No response. Just the tiny gray letters that detonated that the message had been read and ultimately ignored.

You got nervous but couldn’t help be giddy. You didn’t know what Frank would do, but you knew it would all be okay when he got here.

You laid down your phone and glanced across the opulent room to Ransom who was engrossed in conversation with a different man in a suit.

He loved using his excessive family wealth to impress others.

Moments later, someone entered through the front doors, tall, menacing, and absolutely livid.

You watched Ransom’s eyes bulge as they traveled from the dark haired man in the doorway, over to you.

Ransom crossed the room in a few swift strides and grabbed you by the arm, “who invited him?” He hissed in your ear squeezing your arm tighter, trying not to cause a scene and scare away his business associates.

Frank approached the two of you and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you on the cheek, “happy birthday, beautiful. I just had to come tell you in person.”

Ransom’s face looked like he was about to implode with anger, “get the fuck out of my house,” he hissed under his breath, glancing around to make sure no one saw that something was up. No one noticed.

“It’s y/n’s birthday,” Frank quipped in a normal speaking voice, patting Ransom on the shoulder.

He pulled Ransom into a faux hug, still thanking him aloud for his hospitality, then whispered in his ear, “This is how it’s gonna go, you’re gonna let y/n get away from whatever it is you’ve signed her up for with these people if you know what’s good for you. I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened to the last mob associates that crossed me.” He broke the hug and patted Ransom’s cheek.

“Get out of my house and leave my girl alone,” Ransom said, beginning to raise his voice.

Frank chuckled and slung an arm over ransom’s shoulder. Outmuscling him and guiding him to the back hallway with ease as he brandished his hands around as if they were two good friends talking and reminiscing.

As soon as they turned the corner of the hallway you heard the sound of knuckles connecting to skull and Ransom’s pained grunts followed by more blows of Frank’s fists.

You leaned over to the speaker system controls that flooded music to the whole house and turned up the volume. Fall Out Boy drowned out the sound of Ransom getting his ass kicked.

We’re going down down in an earlier round. And sugar we’re going down swinging…

Frank then rounded the corner with bloody knuckles and a fat lip, but a big smile. He grabbed you by your hand and the two of you walked out of the party and into the night.

The exterior portion of the speaker system continued to play, filling the parking lot with music as you ran to Frank’s car. Exhilarated, laughing, and free.

I’ll be your number one with a bullet. A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.

He gassed it and the two of you peeled out of the parking lot in a glorious spray of gravel and squealing tires.

#Elsie’s Birthday Party #marvel #writing challenge #frank castle #the punisher #ransom drysdale #frank castle x reader #ransom drysdale x reader

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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 ❤

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."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #chris evans fanfiction #dark fanfiction #ransom drysdale #mob au #mob!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x female reader

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Sugary 4k challenge masterlist

Thank you for all your wonderful entries. Challenge is still open till 30th April. Click here to join.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Andy Barber

A man's world by @gotnofucks

Summary: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him.

Do what you please to me, I won't resist by @cloudystevie

Summary: you always take w,hat he gives you, diamonds and orgasms alike.

Maybe (Honey) by @anika-ann

Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve love each other; but money’s tight. You found and an unorthodox solution and decide to go through with it. Without Steve’s knowledge. Enter a very specific agency and Andy Barber.

Something sweet by @kleohoneyao3

Summary: Andy doesn’t mind flashing his cash to get what he wants. It always pays off in the end.

Strength in-between the breaks by @sweetlyscared

Summary: After witnessing a crime, you’re brought in to testify. You catch the eye of a certain lawyer, and soon after the case was wrapped, he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Oh well, imagine by @buckyownsmylife

Summary - The one where Andy gets tired of living a double life .

Rest of my life by @quietmyfearswith

Summary - While interviewing for Mr Barber's company's you catch the CEO's eye. He stalks you down and then sexy times ensue.

Chris Evans

Sugar by @buckybarnes101

Summary - Your sugar daddy Chris finally realises he's in love with you and wants you to be truly his.

Recommend a daddy by @nbarnes

Summary - When Addison runs out of money and is about to lose her house, her friends Auora and Sydney recommend to her a sugar daddy. Of course, there is one thing that is different to the other sugar daddy companies; there is a romantic relationship available.

Mike Weiss

Taste the riches of the earth by @the-iceni-bitch

Summary - You’ve been Mike’s sugar baby for a while, and as much as you want to deny it, you’re addicted.

Steve Rogers

Charming by @afriendlyblackhottie

Summary - Steve Rogers is a your sugar daddy. He takes care of you in every single way you can think of 👀👀

Clandestine meetings and stolen glances by @cruelfvkingsummer

Summary - Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret? Or, the one where you were Peggy’s young, promising assistant until you became Steve Roger’s doll.

Daddy's intentions by @ironlady1993

Summary - Years after Thanos fall, the Avengers continue protecting the world. With new and younger members, Steve Rogers decided it was time to retire completely. After passing the Shield to Sam years ago, he stepped back as ‘Captain America’ focusing on his life for the first time after he woke up from the Ice. He could finally let his dark side, he so desperately had to hide, out. When he found Y/n, he could finally free the hungry beast in him, planning on turning her into his perfect little wife. And he knew how he would trap her into his arms forever.

i can be your china doll if you want to see me fall. boy, you’re so dope, your love is deadly by @chrisevansgoodgirl

summary: sugar daddy series: steve. so, i asked for help and you guys delivered, thank you! anonymous asked for wife/domestic kink. (the rest of your prompt might just be put in a part 2...) anonymous 2 asked for artist reader and a lovely cute meeting at an art gallery. anonymous 3 asked for a respectful, gentleman steve never pushing boundaries and some vintage lingerie

Paper rings by @our-marvel-universe

Summary - All Steve ever wants to do is take care of you.

Sweeter endings by @dollslayer

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

Misc.

You Can Be The Boss (Mob!Steve x reader x Mob!Bucky) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Summary - Business Deals are done in the club most nights over liquor, drugs and you. Tonight is just like any other. You leave the stage to join your men while they deal with an ongoing issue.

Ransom Drysdale

Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend by @simsadventures

Summary - Ransom buys you a gift and you surprise him when you wear it for the first time. Safe to say, it’s a very good surprise for both of you.

"it’s dark but just a game”, that’s what he would say to me by @chrisevansgoodgirl

summary: sugar daddy series: ransom. some spoiling, some fighting, some drunk ransom.

Private lessons by @glazedhoneywriting

Summary - Ransom Drysdale is the fuck and leave em type, a trail of broken hearts behind him but with such sexual skill, he ought to have learned it somewhere. And when his past pops up in a bar, Ransom is reminded of how he got so good at sex and who taught him the ropes.

Robert Pronge

i could be yours, i could be your baby tonight, topple you down from your sky forty stories high by @chrisevansgoodgirl

summary: sugar daddy series: robert pronge. your dad has a long list of interesting employees, robert being one. (very light sugar daddy, more so the beginning of the relationship bc you know, he’s a murderer and that’s complex to work around).

#sugary4kchallenge #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom x reader #ransom thrombey x you #ransom drysdale x oc #ransom drysdale x reader

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Campo di Battaglia - Chapter 7

violazione

Pairing: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x reader

Warnings: sex dream, male masturbation, cussing, angst, hot & heavy action

Author’s note: I’m tagging people who might like this; my gratitude is overflowing for one of the best people in the world @zechs-merquise

This is a Knives Out AU where the Thrombey family is in the mafia world.

Campo di Battaglia - Chps. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

The fireplace crackles as Ransom pulls her into his arms. He’s glad they decided to stay in, instead of heading out. The weatherman predicted only five inches of snow and now it's closing in on ten.

“We’re going to have a white Christmas,” she remarks, as she rests her head against him, “it's going to be really beautiful.”

Ransom kisses her neck tenderly as he moves a hand down her side, “It’s not the only thing.”

She giggles. He thinks it’s the sweetest sound ever. “Hugh.”

Ransom moans at her saying his first name. “Only you can call me by that name.”

She hums as he moves his mouth down her shoulder. The sensation of his trimmed winter beard sends goosebumps across her flesh. She arches her back as he finds the sweet spot at the base of her neck again.

“Please,” she whispers, “I need you.”

“I want to take my time,” Ransom teases as he snakes a hand under her negligee.

“Hugh,” she lowly moans as his hand moves up and cups her breast, “please. I can't wait.”

Ransom moves his other hand under the sheer fabric and cups her other breast. His thumbs flick her nipples, causing her to moan once again. He knows she wants more.

She slips from his arms and turns to face him. Her mouth crashes against his as her hands travel over his shirtless chest and pushes him slowly back against the faux fur rug in front of the fireplace.

Y/N straddles his body then pulls away to look down at him.

He smiles up at her. He loves it when she takes control. He keeps his blue eyes on her as she yanks her negligee off. His hands roam over her warm flesh and cup her breasts. Ransom sits up and flicks his tongue over one nipple then the other.

She grinds against him as her hands fly to his head. Her fingers moving through his hair. “Hugh,” she purrs.

“Y/N, my queen, my everything,” Ransom punctuates each name with a kiss down the valley between her breasts before he reaches up to cup her face, bringing her mouth down to his. He kisses her deeply then pulls away breathlessly.

She looks down into his ocean blue eyes and smiles. Ransom sees the love in her eyes she has for him. They’ve come so far from the first day he walked into her bookshop months ago.

She roams a hand over his chest and palms his hard cock over his jeans. She grins as she pushes Ransom back down and nips at his neck. “I want what is mine.”

“Take me, I’m all yours,” Ransom growls as she begins to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. He feels her hands undoing his pants, feels one hand reaching in and grabs his hard cock.

She kneels between his open legs as she pushes his jeans down over his hips, exposing his cock. Within seconds her mouth is engulfing his cock and her tongue is swirling around the tip.

Ransom sucks in a breath as his hands card themselves through her hair. Her mouth is soft and warm around his cock but he can't wait to be buried deep within her slick walls as she rides him.

“Y/N,” Ransom pants as his orgasm simmers within him, “mmm--yes--”

She moves her head up and down his cock, lathering him with her saliva. She swirls her tongue around the tip, teasing him and tasting his juices. She feels his fingers tighten against her scalp as his orgasm rises rapidly.

“Ride me Y/N,” Ransom pants as he gently grinds against your mouth, “I need to be inside you. Now.”

Ransom sees her give a devilish grin as she releases his cock from her mouth. She crawls up his body and straddles him, reaching back towards his cock. Ransom keeps his eyes on his hardened cock as she sinks slowly onto it.

“Fuck, yes!” Ransom hisses as he feels her slick walls around him.

He places his hands on her hips as she begins riding him slowly. Her hands splayed on his chest, her fingers finding refuge by digging into his skin. Ransom takes her all in as he thrusts up to meet the rolling of her hips.

“Oh--Hugh,” she gasps as her fingernails dig in deeper.

Ransom doesn’t mind her marks in his skin. He belongs to her, no other woman. This woman with her tilted head to the side and arched back, her teeth biting at her bottom lip. This beautiful woman riding him is his, and his alone.

“Come for me my queen,” Ransom growls as his own hands grasp her hips tightly as he thrusts more roughly up into her, “come for me.”

Ransom feels her slick walls vibrating around his cock. At the sensation of feeling her climax against him, Ransom moans loudly, “Y/N!” He thrusts up once more, making sure he’s buried deep as he empties himself inside of her.

Seconds after coming down from the high, she falls on top of Ransom’s chest. Ransom wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He doesn't want to let go, never will let go.

He skims a finger down her spine as he whispers, “Marry me?”

Ransom wakes with a startled gasp. His cock’s already hard and the ache building inside of him needs to be released. He’s enthralled by her, utterly consumed by everything she is. He had his first taste of her tonight and he couldn't get enough. He wanted more; he needed more.

Marry me. The phrase lingers in his mind as he lies back against the headboard. He never thought marriage was possible for him. Due to the trainwreck that was his parents' marriage he was forced to grow up in, it was always something that seemed unreachable to him but with her it could be . With her by his side, he could take on anything - the world, his family, her father. She would be his ally, his only ally within this god forsaken kingdom. And in return, he would be her ally. Fair is fair in the game of love.

Ransom reaches under the sheet and begins to stroke his aching cock as he remembers her pillowy soft lips against his. How they parted for him so he could explore more. He remembers one of her hands traveling up his arm and the other on his side. He had felt her fingers grasping onto him, it felt like she didn't want to let go either.

He thinks about her sleeping in his bed, inside his house. He thinks, is she able to smell me on my sheets? Does it turn her on? Would she be touching herself in my bed? Or maybe, she touches herself in the shower?

He had professed his love for her and he hadn't even been with her in the most intimate way two people could be together. He was ready to lay his life down and risk it all for her, but he felt she wasn't ready to do the same. He knew he had a long road ahead of him to prove himself to her. He had to find out who did this to her because if he didn’t, he knew he would lose her, and that could never happen.

Ransom grunts loudly as he climaxes, ropes of hot liquid cover his hand and belly. The high from the orgasm keeps his body on fire as he thinks about her riding him, her fingernails digging into his skin, marking him. She is the only woman for him.

“Y/N,” Ransom moans as he closes his eyes and lets sleep pull him under.

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Nora pours herself a cup of coffee as she hears Harry walk into the kitchen. She could tell something was amiss last night when Harry came back to the house alone. He had looked pissed off and mumbled his response of ‘with that no good son of a bitch’ when she had asked him where Y/N was. Nora knew not to press any further when Harry was angry, so she dropped the subject.

When she watched Y/N walk in the door with Nico two hours later, and Nora had seen the distraught look and slight redness in her eyes, her suspicions were confirmed. She had wanted to press about the events of the evening but didn’t ask when you had only whispered, “I’m going to bed.”

Nora’s mind raced with worry and questions. She knew they had gone to Thrombey Manor to have dinner with Ransom. Nora knew the night wasn’t going to go well. Placing Ransom Drysdale, mob boss, in a room with Harry Y/L/N, FBI agent, was a horrible idea and gauging from both Harry and Y/N’s moods when they returned, the night did not go as planned.

Judging by the sour look donning Harry’s features as he enters the kitchen, it seems sleep did not come easy, if at all, for the angry father last night. Nora isn’t exactly sure how this early morning conversation is going to go but she decides to go for it. “Good morning, Harry,” Nora utters as she takes a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid she uses as fuel.

“Morning Nora,” Harry’s voice is curt and clipped with anger. He pours himself a cup of coffee as well and takes a sip.

“Still leaving today?” She gently inquires, trying not to sound as if she is prying.

“I am,” Harry rests against the kitchen island. He hasn’t talked much to Nora regarding Ransom Drysdale. Harry sneers at the thought of his name. “Nora?”

“Yes?” Nora hums, turning herself towards Harry, giving him her full attention.

“What’s your perception of Ransom Drysdale?”

Nora snorts adding a distasteful eye-roll before she answers, “I went to high school with him. He was your run-of-the-mill rich kid. Although he was more of a troublemaker and a douchebag. The smart ones in school knew to avoid him. The others, though, well they just fell right in, went along with his lifestyle and all the trouble that came with it.”

“Guessing you didn’t run with his crowd?”

Nora shakes her head, “I did not.”

“And now, what's your impression?”

“I still think he's trouble because of his lifestyle but,” Nora pauses, “ever since Y/N walked into his life I can tell he’s changed. Well, trying to change for the better.” Nora glances over at Harry, “Did she tell you he sent bouquets of flowers to her shop for three weeks? Every day the shop was open, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to her.”

Harry shakes his head, takes a sip. “She did not.”

Nora smiles, “I think there’s some good in him, and with her in his life, he’s trying his damnedest to be a good man. He showed up at the hospital the night of the fire. I saw the concern on his face, heard the worry in his voice,” she walks over to Harry, “he even admitted he cared for her. When he said he did, I didn’t want to believe him, but I heard the genuine sincerity in his voice when he said he cared for her and she’s the only person he truly cares for.”

“And what do you think of all this protection?” Harry gestures around, referring to the house and the men outside guarding the place.

Nora shrugs, “To the average person, like me, it seems a little too much but he wants to protect her. I honestly think he’d scorch the very earth we stand on if something ever happened to her. I also think he’d die for her if it meant she was alive and happy, and safe.”

“She’s lucky to have you as her best friend,” Harry remarks.

Nora smiles, “And she’s lucky to have you as her father.” Nora reaches out and pats the top of Harry’s hand when she sees you walking towards the kitchen, “it was good to see you again. Don’t be a stranger,” Nora walks away from Harry and towards her room.

Harry smiles weakly, “Good to see you too.” Harry turns around and lets his tired eyes sweep over you. He had a restless night, barely any sleep had come because his mind was racked with his daughter and the mob boss. He had thought of ways to force you to come out to Vegas, return home and live in the same city as Rose and him. You’d even be in the same time zone as your step brothers.

You walk into the kitchen and glance at your father. “Restless night?”

“I want you to come home!” Harry grounds out.

“I’m staying dad,” you retort as you pour a cup of coffee.

“Tell me, why do you want to stay?” Harry questions as he gives you a once over. You’re his baby girl. He doesn’t want to lose you, doesn’t want the next call he receives to be one informing him you are missing, or worse, dead.

“Why do you need a reason?” You inquire as you take a sip of coffee. “I’m a grown woman, capable of making my own decisions.”

Harry leans back against the counter, “You want to stay because of him, don’t you?” Harry presses on when you don’t answer, “If he wasn’t involved in any way, shape, or form, when all this happened, I bet you’d be on the plane with me, heading back to Vegas.”

“Maybe you are right, dad. However, that's not how this situation has worked out. This is my home now and I won't let someone scare me into leaving. Besides I am needed here, I have people I need to look out for and take care of.” You rest your forearms on the cold countertop. It is a welcome relief to your skin that has become heated due to the frustration this conversation with your father is causing.

“That is a load of bullshit, Y/N! You want to stay because of him. He is nothing but a monster, sweetie. You need to see him the way everyone else does.”

You push up from the counter, something in you snapped when your father called Ransom a monster, “Ransom is human dad! Is he perfect? Absolutely not. But what you fail to see is, he is trying to be a better person, for me. He admires you for taking a stand against him for my sake! He acknowledges I am your daughter and you want me safe! He has never laid a hand on me! He’s defended my honor, and has killed a man because that specific man touched me without my consent! He may be ruthless and an asshole, but when it comes to me he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure I am safe. Ransom is willing to show me he has a heart and cares.” You argue in return.

Harry averts his gaze, purses his lips. “He killed someone?”

“Yes,” you respond sharply. “You know what he does, who he is. You know he can do what he pleases and get away with it.”

Harry knows, without a doubt, Ransom has killed people in cold blood. All mob bosses pull the trigger without hesitation. He’d been on several cases back in Vegas involving the mafia and found the dead bodies piled up. He’s seen firsthand watching the mob boss pull the trigger as well. And here is his daughter, getting involved with a mob boss. “I knew I should’ve never let you come out here!” Harry yells, slamming his fist on the counter causing some of the coffee in his cup to spill out onto the countertop. Seeing the mess, he pinches the bridge of his nose before he then remarks, “What happens when the rest of his family finds out about what I do? You won’t be safe then.”

“He told you last night, he’d rather turn them all in, in order to protect me and to keep me safe.” You shake your head, realizing this conversation is going to only get worse.

Harry motions a circle with his hand. “It could just as easily get out to other mafia families I am law enforcement! Mafia families will not accept you because of your father’s profession Y/N! They will hunt you down and kill you, and more than likely kill Ransom too because he was involved with a federal agent’s daughter. They will make it known to everyone he can never be trusted again!” Harry points at you, “Which could lead to the two of you going into witness protection!”

“So?” You shout at him, “At least I’d have him!” Wait a second, back up. Are you admitting you care for Ransom? You two would spend the rest of your days in some back wood town with new identities and never see your family again. Never see Nora again. You’d have each other and it seems, that’s all that mattered to you.

You picture the scenario in your head: Ransom with a full grown beard coming home in a suit, him finding you in the kitchen cooking dinner, a scruffy yet fluffy dog perched on a dog bed. You and Ransom going at it like teenagers every chance you get because you can’t get enough of one another. Simple wedding bands on both his and yours fourth left fingers. Maybe the pitter patter of little feet because you two want to pass on the love you have for one another to a child. Secretive visits from Nora and your family, even though it was forbidden to do so, but you knew your father would find a way to see you and make sure Nora could see you too.

Harry glances at you after minutes of silence, “So there is something between you and Ransom? Because last night it seemed one sided, and it was all coming from him.”

You still didn’t know how you felt about him yet you had just pictured being with him because you did grow to love him. There was no one else trying to break through your scenario, no one else you wanted to be with for the rest of your life. No one else you wanted to come home to at the end of the day and wrap you in their arms then make love while dinner’s burning on the stove. No one except Ransom.

“Y/N?” Harry inquires softly.

“I,” you begin. You wait several beats before continuing, “I don’t know how I feel about him. I just know if I leave now, I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

“And that’s why you want to stay?”

You nod your head, “Yes.” You look away and then back at your dad, “Ransom even suggested I go back home, and I told him I couldn’t. I didn’t admit to him I don’t know how I feel. I just,” you stutter, “I just, I can’t be states away knowing he’s here alone trying to figure out what happened. I need to be here, I want to be here.”

Love knows no bounds, Harry thinks as he walks over and embraces you. “If that’s what you want then so be it.” He pulls back and cups your cheek, “But I need you to know, if I get another call and your well-being is in danger, I will not hold back. He will end up in the hospital from the pain and wrath I will bring upon him. Understood?”

You smile weakly, “Yes dad. I understand.”

Harry places a kiss on your forehead, “And I swear to God, if that boy breaks your heart I will make sure he is six feet under.”

“Dad!”

“You’re still my daughter sweetie. He still needs to prove himself worthy of you. To me, and to you as well. Don’t give into him so quickly, know what you feel before you take the leap and commit yourself as being Ransom’s other half.” Harry looks at you and smiles. He sees your mother in your features. Harry wonders what you’d think of her past, but this isn’t the time to divulge that particular information.

“I am taking my time dad. He’s been sending flowers for the past three weeks and I haven't given in.” Your feelings hadn’t (though they were on the verge of it), but your body sure had.

“Good. Make him earn you. Make him see you are worth more than anything else in this world.” Harry remarks, “Now let me finish packing, and you and your personal bodyguard may escort me to the airport.”

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A couple days later, you find yourself in the middle of a baking spree. Unfortunately when your anxiety tended to run off the rails, baking was your only comfort but fortunately for Nico, your willing guinea pig, he always had a sweet tooth. You had to do something to occupy yourself, you can't sit and stare at four walls endlessly. You are in the kitchen, pulling out different ingredients while Nico sits at the island bartop with his self-made scorecard on a notepad in front of him. He’s made a list of everything you’ve made within the last twenty-four hours which featured two columns, one with a thumbs up and the other with a thumbs down.

“You’ve made six sweet treats so far Y/N,” Nico remarks. “What’s going to be lucky number seven?”

“I don’t know,” you huff as you look through a recipe book. “Is there something you want to try? Like you’ve always wondered about a particular sweet but never had it?”

Nico laughs. “Um, let me think,” his eyes glance down at the scorecard, “we’ve done chocolate chip cookies, Mississippi mud cake, caramel apple cupcakes, cinnamon twirl cookies, layered turtle cheesecake, and Hummingbird cake.” Nico thinks for a minute, “I haven't had pecan meltaways in years. My grandmother used to make them all the time for Christmas then she passed away. I’d love to have those again.”

You smile at Nico, “I’m sure I can find a recipe.”

You begin flipping through the cookbook, something you had brought with you from your apartment. It had family recipes from your grandmother, even some from your mom. You knew you’d have tons of free time therefore willing yourself to cook more.

You try not to think of what’s going on currently - the burned down bookstore, talking with the insurance company about a payout. The store had been fully paid off within three years of opening it, thanks to Harlan he had gifted the bookstore to you in your name for your birthday one year.

Harlan had slid over an envelope to you, one night at Thrombey Manor. One of the rare occasions you had been in the house outside of your weekly afternoon visits.

“What is this?”

“Open it. See for yourself.” Harlan had responded.

You had taken the envelope and opened it. You gasped when you saw what he had done. “Harlan, this,” you had stammered, “you didn't have to do this.”

Harlan had shrugged, taken a sip of wine. “You’re like a daughter to me Y/N. I wanted to give you your dream. It fully belongs to you. Only you. Not the bank and you. Just you.”

You had felt the tears escape, “This is amazing. Thank you.”

Harlan had grinned, “You’re welcome.”

You now think about fire chief Kinzel telling you the fire was arson. Which meant it was intentionally set and someone was trying to send a message but you had no idea who. You were still having trouble remembering the details of the event. Everything was still fuzzy.

“You find anything?” Nico inquires, bringing your focus back to finding a recipe.

You smile, “I did. Looks like my grandmother made them too.” You set the book down and begin gathering up the supplies you need to start making the covered powdered sugar treats.

Ransom parks his Beamer outside of his personal house. He nods towards the men who are standing guard outside as he walks into the front door. Once inside he hears laughter coming from the kitchen. He makes his way towards the sound and his eyes land on you and Nico rolling cookie dough.

Ransom shrugs off his jacket and smiles, “May I join in on the fun?”

You and Nico look up. You smile widely, “As long as you don't mind getting flour on your clothes.”

Ransom rolls up his sleeves, “I don't mind at all.”

Nico takes this opportunity to excuse himself to check the perimeter and check in with the guards outside. He knows Ransom would prefer to do the baking with you, and you alone.

You and Ransom roll the dough into one inch balls and place them on a cookie sheet. Ransom places the tray in the oven then proceeds to help you roll more cookie dough into balls and place them on another cookie sheet.

“How have you been?” Ransom questions as he finishes placing a rolled up cookie dough ball on the cookie sheet.

“Good,” you reply nonchalantly as you begin placing dirty dishes into the sink.

Ransom walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

You turn around in his arms and look into his ocean blue eyes, “Fire chief Kinzel says the bookshop was officially ruled as arson. I don’t understand any of this Ransom. I mean, someone intentionally tried to kill me!” You feel the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes which causes you to pause, “And everything is still fuzzy. It’s almost as if someone drugged me beforehand to make sure I died in that fire.”

Ransom moves his arms and cups your cheeks, “Hey, you are alive. You are safe. You are with me,” his thumbs wipe away at your tears which finally spilled over, “I said nothing will happen to you under my protection. I promise nothing will happen to you.”

“But what if they are after you?” You sniffle as tears keep flowing out, “I, uh, I…” can’t lose you. You don't have the courage to say those words aloud yet you feel them down in your gut.

“I am right here Y/N,” Ransom brushes his mouth against yours, “okay? I am right here. If someone is after me, then I will take care of it. Don’t worry because as long as you are in my life I promise you, you will not lose me and I will come home to you. You will never have to receive the devastating news about my death.”

You nod your head as you wrap your arms around Ransom and burrow yourself into him. You feel Ransom move his fingers through your hair then feel his hand move down your back. You soak him in as the kitchen begins to smell of pecans and cookies.

“You’ll meet with me?” Ransom inquires into his phone as he paces the master bedroom. His eyes roaming over the made bed. His mind begins to wonder about your body under his sheets.

On the other end of the phone Luca Ferretti smiles, “Of course I’ll meet with you Ransom. Come down to New York. I can throw you a dinner or a party, better yet a dinner party. Congratulating you on becoming boss of the Thrombey family.”

Ransom smirks. “I don't need anything fancy Luca.”

“What?” Luca questions. “No drugs, no girls?”

Ransom was done with all that. “None of it Luca. Promise me.”

Luca sighs, “You must tell me who she is Ransom. Because the Ransom Drysdale I know never turns down the chance to party when he comes down here.”

She’s the woman I love, the woman I need to keep safe. The woman I want beside me. The woman I will do anything for. Ransom smiles, “I’ll see you tomorrow Luca.”

“See you then. Addio Ransom.” Luca remarks before disconnecting the call.

Ransom slides his phone into his pocket, walks over to the bed and sits down. He reaches down with a hand touching the bedding. He hardens as his mind wonders to the sex dream he had nights ago. He smiles as he recalls you being in his dreams the past two nights as well.

He needs you, wants you. He knows he’ll never have his fill of you. “Fuck,” Ransom hisses under his breath.

“Everything okay?” You inquire as you stand on the threshold and cross your arms.

Ransom shuffles on the bed. He doesn't want you to see he’s hard and ready to pounce on you. He wants to take you when you are ready to have him. “Everything is fine.”

You raise a brow but don't ask him what’s on his mind, instead you ask, “May I ask for a favor?”

Ransom laughs, “Anything.”

“Nora and I are meeting Marta for lunch. We want Fran to come as well.” You remark as you uncross your arms and walk into the bedroom. “It’s been a while since the four of us have gotten together.”

“Out of everything you could ask of me, you want me to release Fran for a day?”

“Yes,” you respond as you walk over to the bed. You place a finger under Ransom’s chin, “Do I need to persuade you?”

“Persuade me how?” He questions with a raised brow and a tease in his voice.

You straddle his lap, feel his hardness which causes you to raise a brow in return. You remain silent as you run a hand up over his stomach and chest. The fabric of the cable-knit sweater he’s wearing is soft. “Well, we haven’t-”

Ransom stops you by pressing his mouth against yours. He pulls you up against him. Minutes later he pulls faintly back and looks at you. “You can have whatever you want Y/N.” He cups your cheek then glides his thumb over your lips, “But our first time is not going to be the result from a game of persuasion.” Because I want it to be special.

You gently push his hand away from your face while easing him back against the mattress. You crush your mouth against his as you grind against him. You feel his hands on your hips. At first they are light then you feel them dig into you. In a flash of a second, he rolls you onto your back and you are looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Ransom,” you murmur as you lean up and press your lips against his neck.

Ransom closes his eyes. Here you are eager and ready for him but he wants to be a gentleman and take you out for dinner and dancing before he devours you. He feels if he takes you now, he’ll lose all control and ravish you savagely like a starving beast. “Y/N,” Ransom whispers as he cups your cheek, pulling you away from his neck. He looks into your eyes as he runs a finger down your cheek then across your jaw, “I have to go down to New York City, for a business meeting. I should only be gone a couple of days.”

Your eyes turn into slits as you look at him and ground out, “Way to change the subject, Hugh.” You were becoming sexually frustrated; you are sexually frustrated! You haven’t had sex in months. “Do you not want me?” Suddenly your voice is small as you try to hide your desperation to feel him inside of you.

Ransom frowns slightly and nods his head, “Of course, I do.”

You slide your hand down over the fabric of his sweater. Your fingers fumble with the hem, raising it slightly. You then trace your fingers along the waistband of his pants. “Then please Ransom,” you plead through hooded eyes as you look into his blue eyes, “let me feel you.”

He presses his mouth against yours then dips down and presses his mouth against the pulse point of your neck. “You have no idea how badly I want you, need you. I am ravenous for you, and if I were to take you now, I wouldn't hold back.” Ransom cups your cheek, returns his gaze back to your face, “When I return I will take you somewhere special.”

You open your eyes wide and raise a brow, wondering what he meant by not holding himself back. You then smile and place your hand on top of his. “Somewhere special, huh?” You were trying to quell your aching libido and be respectful of Ransom’s decision but it was a hard fought battle. You needed him to touch, feel, and kiss you on other places of your body.

“I want to wine and dine you. Show you an evening of magic, make it unforgettable.”

You have to admit this is a pleasant outcome, not one you expected but are happy with. Despite being absolutely desperate and ravenous for him, you are pleased he is trying to earn his way into your bed, “Fine but I have one request.”

Ransom smirks. “Name it.”

You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Your lips are millimeters from his. “I want you in that three piece charcoal suit again.”

“Your wish is my command.” Ransom’s eyes shine as he smiles at you.

You smile brightly, “Good. I will have you when you return.” You skim your fingers along his flesh above the waistband of pants. You travel them around to his back. His skin is warm and taut against your fingers. You teasingly glide your lips over his then pull gently on his bottom lip with your teeth. You release his lip before softly informing him, “All of you, Ransom Drysdale.”

Fuck me, Ransom thinks at your teasing. He cups your cheek, strokes your skin with his thumb, “You will have me, my queen. You will always have me. I am yours. Only yours Y/N. You have my heart, and soon enough, you will have me to your heart’s content, your body’s content. Anything you want from me, want to do to me. You can keep me under lock and key because there’s no one else in my life I will ever want, or ever need. You’re the air I need to breathe, you’re the water I need to survive. I know with you, I will have it all.”

Ransom Drysdale. Soft. How could this man be open and forthcoming with you? The mob boss and killer. And apparently he’s all yours. You feel him wipe at an escaping tear, “Make sure you come back to me Ransom. That’s all I ask. Please.”

Ransom smiles, presses his forehead against yours, “I’m taking a few of my men. I will make it back to you,” Ransom brushes his mouth against yours, “I promise.”

As Ransom pulls away, you pull his head back down and capture his mouth, kissing him deeply. You kiss him with passion, part of you knowing he will make it back to you, the other part fearful this could be the last time your eyes see him.

Minutes later the two of you break apart. Both of you breathless.

Ransom removes himself from the bed. “I’ll be back before you know it. Like I was never gone in the first place,” Ransom utters as he pulls you forward and off the bed. He reaches over and runs a thumb over your swollen lips. “I love you.”

You still don't know how you feel towards him. You’re at a loss of words but you manage to murmur, “Please come home to me Ransom.”

The word home doesn't escape Ransom’s ears as he takes one of your hands. He runs his thumb over the skin then kisses your wrist, “For you, I will.”

You watch as Ransom walks out the bedroom door. You hear him walk down the flight of stairs then hear the front door close. You walk over to the floor to ceiling windows and push aside the curtain, watching him walk towards his Beamer. A black SUV follows close behind him. Your heart racing as you fear for the worse yet hope for the best as well. You mentally begin counting down the minutes until you see him again. You were finally going to have Ransom Drysdale, a long awaited prize you desperately wanted to claim.

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That evening, after Ransom had left, you and the ladies made the decision to unwind by heading downtown to visit one of the many clubs the city has to offer. Fran, Marta, and Nora suggest Elysium. You agree to the suggestion, plastering on a fake excited smile but your heart pounds, recalling the last time you had gone there with Ransom.

The memory flashes in your mind of the asshole that wouldn't take no for an answer. He had bought you a drink and while you had taken the drink out of kindness, your mouth never touched the glass, fearful for what could be in it. You had been kind but then he started touching you which made you feel uncomfortable then he had grasp your arm tightly and began dragging you off and that’s when your knight in shining armor had arrived.

Nico pulls the SUV up to the valet area of the club. You can hear the vibration of the music bouncing off the walls from inside the vehicle. The only thoughts in your head as you exit the car are of Ransom. Nico stands close, acting as a shield. “You okay?” Nico inquires with a soft voice. He knows what happened here and it makes him much more protective of you. He takes a moment to pull you to the side as Mikhail helps the other ladies out of the SUV, “Are you sure you want to be here?” He asks with concern in his eyes. He was trying to spare you of the unpleasant memories from weeks ago.

You slide your eyes over to Nico then back towards the tall overweight bouncer who lets the six of you walk right in, instead of waiting in line like the rest of the people standing by to get in. “I’m fine, I’ve got you to watch over me. Thanks for asking.” You offer him a reassuring smile. It was the truth, you did feel much safer knowing Nico was going to be by your side all night.

Nico raises a brow yet remains silent, he’s not totally convinced but he follows behind you just the same. You’ve become like a sister to him over the last month. He doesn't like seeing you sad or angry. He wants to make sure you are happy and safe, no matter where you are whether it’s with your girlfriends, or with the boss.

Nico clears his throat, “If you wanna leave,” he touches your arm making sure only you can hear him, “let me know. I will drive you straight back to Ransom’s.”

You greatly appreciate the fact Nico is trying to give you an out, “Thank you Nico. I will keep that in mind. For now let’s just enjoy the evening.”

Mikhail approaches the two of you, “Let’s get the ladies upstairs to the VIP area.”

“We aren't VIPs Mikhail,” you announce, eyebrows raised.

Mikhail shrugs, “You are now. You’re with the boss now, ma’am. I informed the boss earlier of your evening plans and he called ahead to set up a table for you and your friends. He wanted to make sure you had a nice night out.” Mikhail looks you over, “He made sure to emphasize to me, we keep an eye on you at all times, or else.”

You look between Mikhail and Nico, “Or else, what?” You had an inkling what the answer was going to be.

“I certainly don’t intend to find out, miss Y/N.” Mikhail chuckles which breaks the tension of the prospect of Ransom’s threats.

Nora slides up to your side, wrapping her arms around you, “Come on gorgeous. Let’s go to the dance floor. I need you as my wingwoman, for I intend to get lucky tonight.”

“We have a table in the VIP section,” you mention as she begins pulling you away from Mikhail and Nico.

Nora looks at the men, “The table will still be there when we are done dancing, right boys?” Mikhail and Nico nod curtly. “Good,” Nora laughs then she tugs on you, “come on! Have some fun!”

Julian sits in his office, watching the security cameras. His eyes moving from one screen to the next. His adrenaline spikes the moment he spots her. Ransom’s girl. Julian can’t help but moan aloud when he sees her walking into the club. He notices she’s with three other ladies and two of Ransom’s men. Julian smirks as he recalls Ransom informing him he was going to be out of town for a couple of days.

“Business down in New York City,” Ransom had remarked, “I’m sure you can handle things.”

Julian had grinned, “no worries Ransom. You have the family business to run. I most definitely can handle Elysium while you are away.”

Julian’s pants tighten, his eyes are memorizing her shape on the screen; every curve of her body is committed to memory. It’s been months since their encounter in the bookstore and here she is, without Ransom. It’s like the gods above are purposefully dangling her in front of him, like he's a starved lion and she is a delicious meal waiting to be eaten. And oh how he would eat her. His cock is throbbing in his pants. It’s screaming at him to be released. Julian knows full well he can't go parading around the club with a hard-on.

“Fuck,” Julian groans out as his fingers urgently get his pants undone. He pushes them down his hips, giving him enough room to take out his cock which he begins stroking as his eyes remain on her while his mind thinks of those plush lips sucking him off.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Julian gasps. He closes his eyes, remembering her name. “Y/N.” The nametag she wore that day accented her chest perfectly, his memory recalled with perfect clarity. He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue. He even repeated her name while telling her goodbye because he wanted to hear her name on his lips one more time. “Y/N,” he moans loudly as his orgasm rises.

He’s picturing her straddling him in the chair he’s sitting in. She’s lifting her dress up as she sinks slowly onto his cock then begins riding him slowly. Julian can only speculate how tight she is but it's enough to feed his fantasy. He imagines she would want to take her time and relish in the feeling of his cock but because he feels so good inside her she quickens as her own orgasm builds.

Julian’s orgasm crashes within him as he strokes himself rapidly. His labored breath fills the quiet room as ropes of hot liquid squirt out from the end of his cock. I have to have her. I need to have her. I want her!

Julian hurriedly cleans himself up and makes himself presentable the moment he sees the group head to the VIP section. This gave him the perfect opportunity to mingle and get his hands on her. He heads out of his office and into the VIP section of the club. He drinks in the vision of her as he draws closer to the table. She will be mine. Fuck Ransom Drysdale.

You giggle as you take a sip of the drink you ordered. You knew the bartender wasn’t going to spike your drink with any poison since it was implied by your new VIP status you were with Ransom Drysdale.

You freeze. Did you just imply you and Ransom were an actual couple? You were still getting used to the notion. You had told him you were going to take a chance on him. You wanted to take that chance, you wanted to be with him. You had even told him before he left you wanted to be with him intimately and he didn't tell you no. He had informed you he wanted you the same way but with dinner involved. You smile to yourself, Ransom Drysdale wanted to feed you properly then devour you for dessert.

You inwardly moan as you take a sip of the alcohol. Damn him for leaving you hot and bothered. Now you couldn't wait until he returned.

“Ladies,” a smooth deep voice announces, “good evening. Welcome to Elysium.”

All of you stop laughing and talking to look at the man who walked up to the table. You raise a brow as you recognize him from a few months ago at the bookstore. His brown hair is slightly longer and light brown fuzz covers the bottom half of his face. You slide your eyes at the other ladies, notice Marta and Fran give each other a quick look then back at the gentleman.

He looks directly at you and smiles, not only with his lips but his blue eyes. He even makes a move to sit down next to you. Nico immediately moves forward, his hand grips Julian’s shoulder tightly, “You need to leave.” The man looks at Nico and waves the bodyguard off, “You should know I mean no harm.” He then looks at you, “We’ve met before. I’m Julian Grey. I’d like to thank you for your book recommendation.”

You smile politely, “You’re welcome.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He motions to the other ladies, “Enjoying a nice girls night out?”

“You could say that,” Fran responds dryly. Marta is quick to elbow her friend. “What?” She hisses out as she looks at Marta who just shakes her head.

Julian leans back against the booth. He waits several seconds before shifting his body so his front is against your side. He rests on one hand on your leg, while the other hand moves some hair away from your neck. He leans in and inhales your perfume, “I’d like to return the favor for your excellent recommendation.”

His closeness is sending goosebumps across your skin, and not the good kind. You push his hand off your leg and pull away under the guise of grabbing your drink. “I’m with someone.” Promptly informing him before you take a sip of your drink to settle your nerves.

Julian gives a frown as he makes a show of looking around the room, “I don't see him here with you. He shouldn't have let you out when there’s plenty of men who will snatch you up in a heartbeat.”

You feel bile and alcohol mixing in your stomach as it threatens to come up your throat. You shoot a pleading look over to Nico who is quick to intervene again, “I think it’s time you go, Grey.”

Julian looks and smiles at Nico, “Leave us alone.” He turns his attention back to you when he runs a finger along your jaw, “Maybe we should take this elsewhere?”

You swat his hand away from your face and Nico’s gun is pulled from his holster. He doesn’t give a shit if Julian is Ransom’s business partner. He is making you uncomfortable and was warned plenty of times to back off. Nico discreetly puts the muzzle of his gun against the back of Julian’s head. “Hands off the lady,” he growls into Julian’s ear.

“Mister Grey?” A small feminine voice interrupts from the front of the table breaking the extremely tense situation.

Julian huffs angrily, “What is it?”

“I’m sorry, but you’re needed at the bar downstairs.” The woman responds not noticing what was just happening moments before.

Julian glances back towards Nico who pulls the gun away from his head. He stands and straightens his clothes before he disappears from the table. All eyes on him as he walks down the stairs towards the first floor of the club.

After several beats, Nora is at your side, rubbing your arms trying to comfort you, “Well that was interesting.” She breaks the silence trying to ease the left over tension.

“Julian Grey is an absolute sleazeball. I heard he treats women like his own personal property,” Fran adds. “Don't think about him. Just, ugh, no.” Fran shivers, feeling chills. She quickly takes a drink, trying to warm herself back up, then she looks at Nico, “I think we should make a toast to the real hero here: Nico. Cheers to our brave defender.” Fran raises her glass causing the other girls to happily join in the toast, “TO NICO!” They shout. Nico remains stoic but the intense shade of pink on his face betrays him.

Nora quickly side eyes you after the toast, “Can we circle back for a moment to your previous comment, you’re ‘with someone’? Are you and Ransom official?”

Marta and Fran lean forward quizzically, both wondering what Ransom is to you as well.

You sigh heavily as you rub your temples. “I, uh, I don't know. Okay?” Did you really want to announce something to your friends that wasn't exactly official? The words boyfriend and girlfriend haven't been thrown out in any conversation. Just that you were his and you were going to take a chance on him. You recall him declaring ‘I am yours’ the day prior thus informing you, Ransom is yours. All yours. But you were still trying to figure out your own feelings for him.

“Honey,” Nora begins as she sees the lost and frustrated look on your face, “I didn't mean to upset you. I was asking a question. You obviously feel something for him.”

You can’t help but let out a long heavy sigh. Your body slumps down into the chair dramatically, “I don’t know, you guys. There's something between us. What exactly it is, I have no idea. I am still trying to figure it out.” You pull yourself up and down the rest of your drink. Alcohol is acting as a truth serum now, your lips are getting looser, “Am I attracted to Ransom? Yes. Do I want to fuck him? Hell yes.”

The admission causes the girls to scream out and catcall you. “God be praised! She finally admits it!” Fran raises her hands to the sky. You are left laughing and shaking your head at your friend's reaction. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ve been rooting for the two of you to get together this whole time. Ever since you came into Ransom’s life, he has been in a better mood, been less of an asshole. It has made my life a whole lot easier.” Fran admits.

Something about her statement hit deep in your heart. While you knew what Ransom felt for you, you were unaware of the real life impact your relationship was having. To hear from an outside party your influence on Ransom and being in his life was changing him for the better, made something bloom in your soul.

Nora downed the rest of her drink, “I hate to admit it, but I agree with Fran. The way he acted when you were in the hospital and afterwards? That is not the guy I knew growing up. Who knew Ransom Drysdale could actually show genuine concern for another person aside from himself?”

You nod your head and shoot your friend a sly smile, “You make it sound as though you are beginning to accept him.”

Nora sighs and rolls her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, don’t read too much into it. He’s in your life and you told us both to get used to one another. So, here I am, trying to get used to him being in your life.”

“Thank you Nora,” you then look at the other ladies. Suddenly you feel tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry.” You quickly wipe them away with a wet chuckle. Your friends' words really touched you and made you feel more at ease in your decision to give Ransom a chance.

“No worries Y/N,” Marta responds as she gets up from her seat and gives you a hug, “we still love you.” Fran and Nora join in Marta’s hug. You let out a happy sound of awe because of the love your drunk friends are showing you.

The events of the evening have left you exhausted. All you were now wanting to do was go home and take a shower, crawl into bed, and call Ransom. After your confession, and your friends subsequent confessions, you were really missing Ransom. You needed to hear his voice.

Your eyes search for Nico and he immediately knows you want to leave. You stand and look at the girls, “I’m going to go home. You ladies staying here?”

A beautiful woman sits down next to Nora. Nora’s eyes light up as she wraps her arm around the woman who joined them then winks at you, “I’m good.” Nora’s gaze is fixed on her new friend.

You smile and laugh at her then look at Fran and Marta. “And you two? I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”

Marta and Fran nod their heads and smile at you. “Yes.” They say in unison.

As you leave, you stop in front of Mikhail, “Keep them safe please.” You know he will regardless but you feel the need to say it. Mikhail smiles and nods, “Absolutely.” His assurance makes you feel better knowing your friends are watched over and will be safely escorted home.

Nico comes to your side, “Let’s get you home, shall we?” He gestures towards the door. He follows closely behind you but at the same time he also keeps an eye out for Julian, making sure he doesn't try to follow you out of the club.

The ride back to Ransom’s house is quiet. You can't stand the silence anymore so you ask Nico a question. One you’ve been curious to ask but never had the opportunity to.

“Nico, has Ransom ever done anything like this before for anyone else?” You pause. “The security, the personal house.”

Nico tightens his hands on the steering wheel and clears his throat, “He has not. Ransom has never gone to the lengths he has to make sure you are safe, for another person.” Nico wasn't going to lie to you. “You’re the first person and the only woman he has ever wanted to protect. He wants to make sure you are safe and happy. As long as I’ve known him, you’re the only person he has shown this much personal attention to; you are someone he genuinely cares about.”

You hum in response. This evening has been emotionally overwhelming and the alcohol buzzing through your system was not helping with your mental well-being. You rest your head against the window. The coolness against your skin offers a small respite against your heated flesh. Nico glances up to the rearview mirror, sees you looking out the window. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…” your response was low but Nico still heard you, “I’ll be okay once you get me home.”

Julian hurriedly makes his way back up the stairs and towards the table where Y/N was sitting at. He doesn't see her so he scans the rest of the VIP section, even makes his way towards the railing and looks down at the throng of people moving to the music. He can’t spot her. She’s nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” Julian hisses under his breath as he runs a hand through his hair. Goddamn it! She’s to be mine!

Minutes pass by before his eyes watch the ladies gather up their things and begin to walk towards him. He hears a couple of words thrown out, enough to make out they are going to be having lunch together tomorrow at Bostonia Public House.

Julian’s blood begins to hum. He ran all the scenarios in his head of how he could make Y/N his. Unfortunately each time, it ended with her out of his reach. If he can't have her, he might as well do Linda’s bidding. He pulls out his phone and dials the number to the man he’s hired. “Listen carefully. I know where she’s going to be. It’s time to do what you were hired to do.

Nico listens to the shower start and pulls out his phone. He dials Ransom’s number as he makes his way downstairs.

“Nico. How did it go tonight? She okay?” Ransom asks. He tried to make her evening out with her friends as nice as possible while making sure she was safe.

“She’s fine, boss. We’re back home, but I need to tell you something.” Nico sighs, and looks up at the ceiling. He was not looking forward to this conversation.

“Out with it.” Ransom demands.

Nico rests against the kitchen island, “Julian took a shine to her at the club, he was hitting on her. He was touching her trying to feel her up.” Nico could hear Ransom growling but he continues, “I warned him, I told him to get his hands off her but he didn't listen. Y/N pushed him off, said she was with someone. Even after that, he put his hands on her trying to feel her up. I put my gun against the back of his head and warned him for the last time to get his hands off her, luckily for him though he got called away.”

Silence greets Nico’s ear. He has no idea what Ransom was thinking or planning. Nico had to let Ransom know what Julian had done. He had no idea if she was going to tell him about the encounter so Nico had to inform him of it. Nico knew the two men were friends and business partners, but he also knew Julian crossed the line in a big way tonight. “Boss?” Nico presses.

“Thank you Nico. I appreciate you telling me.” Ransom grounds out.

“Welcome.” Nico murmurs before he hears the noise of the call being disconnected. Fuck, Nico thinks as he hangs his head, hoping he didn’t make his boss a raving madman hellbent on revenge when he returned to Boston.

After showering and scrubbing your body clean three times, you pull on your oversized nightshirt and slip into bed. The sheets are cool against your skin as you reach over and find your phone. You notice a couple missed texts from Nora, Marta, and Fran. All of them telling you they were headed home and would see you at lunch tomorrow. You also notice the couple of missed calls from Ransom, the most recent one was five minutes ago.

You press his name and listen as the sound of the phone ringing begins.

“Hey you,” Ransom greets. His voice sounds like he's stressed but trying to hide it from you.

You hear the slight edge to his voice, “Ransom? Everything okay?”

“Now that I’m talking to you, yes. How was Elysium?”

“Fine, except some guy, named Julian? I think, was hitting on me. I told him I was with someone but he didn't listen. Nico had to step in, but then the guy got called away,” you sigh, “the whole experience left me kind of sour the rest of the night, but the girls cheered me up.”

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft yet filled with concern.

“Yeah, I’m okay…” You lie back on the bed, your limbs sprawled out.

Sensing you wanted to change the subject, Ransom circles back to focus on your earlier statement. “So you’re with someone, huh?” He inquires with a tease to his voice. “Do I know the guy?”

You roll your eyes, and flip over to lay on your stomach, “Maybe. He’s very handsome, got some of the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. He can be stubborn sometimes but he's sweet and he means well. Oh! And he looks really good in a suit.” You bite your lip trying to hide your smile.

On the other end of the line, Ransom is grinning like a fool. He feels like a high schooler head over heels for his first crush. He’s never ever felt this way before, it's an intoxicating feeling, “Sounds like a hell of a guy, what’s his name?” Ransom waits with bated breath for your answer.

“His name is Ransom Drysdale, do you know him?” You are enjoying this little game. It easily washes away the events from earlier.

“In fact, I do.” Ransom chuckles, “but you know something, I heard that he’s already got a woman. She’s gorgeous, absolutely unbelievable and wicked smart. I mean, she’s gotta be in order to put up with him. And rumor has it, he’s hopelessly in love with her. So in love with her, in fact, he would rather be home with her than dealing with business matters out of state.” Ransom scrubs his hand down his face. He’s really happy at this moment and he doesn't think he’s ever been this happy.

You are blinking away tears, his words have you misty eyed, “Is that right?” You smother a wet laugh.

“Oh yeah.” He reassures. While you may not be able to see him, you can almost hear his smile.

“I miss you.” You admit because you did, you really did miss him. What you wouldn’t give to be in his arms right at this very moment.

“And I miss you too,” Ransom sighs lightly on the other end, “I should be home the day after tomorrow and when I am, I am going to put that charcoal suit on for you, take you out to a romantic dinner and then bring you back home and devour you.”

Your body floods with heat. You swallow since your throat feels dry. You couldn't wait to finally have him and lay your eyes upon his naked flesh, feel his lips moving over your skin, and him finally claiming you. Fuck, you think as you muse on the upcoming sex dreams that were surely coming your way tonight.

“Y/N?” Ransom questions with a whisper.

Should you tease him in return? This could quickly turn into phone sex but it wouldn't be as satisfying as the real thing. You clear your throat, “I can’t wait.” Truth is you really couldn’t but alas fate was cruel and waiting is what you had to do.

“I should let you get to sleep.” Ransom looks at the time on his phone and sees that it's late, “Sleep well, beautiful. I will be home before you know it.”

You weren't sure how to end the call so you opted for the simplest route, “Goodnight, handsome.” You hang up first, slightly out of fear of saying something you weren't quite ready to say out loud. You go to sleep, with a smile on your face, hopeful and excited for your future with Ransom. While darkness still looms overhead, you let yourself revel in a little bit of happiness for once in your life.

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The following day, you and Nora meet with Fran and Marta for lunch in downtown Boston at Bostonia Public House. The four of you are sitting at a table on the second floor of the two-story restaurant. The air is filled with its vibrant bar atmosphere and sociable sophistication; it makes for the start of a happy afternoon. Nearby, Nico was perched at the high-top bar with Mikhail by his side. The two bodyguards were engaged in light conversation but every so often stopped to do a quick visual sweep of the area.

“Where does Ransom find these guys?” Marta asks, as she eyes Nico and Mikhail. “Are all of them this good looking?” Nico suddenly makes eye contact with her gaze which causes her to quickly look away and grab her drink effectively hiding her blushing face from him.

All four of you laugh. Nora snorts and pipes out, “someone seems to be needy. Make yourself more obvious why don't you.”

Marta flaps her hand at Nora and shushes her quickly, “Stop they’ll hear you! I don’t need that kind of attention.”

You cover your mouth with your hand trying to silence the giggles threatening to escape. You felt bad for Marta. You knew she didn’t have time for a private life in the last few years because she was always taking care of Harlan. These days however, were a different story. You take a sip of water before starting in, “You know, Marta, Nico’s a sweetheart. He reminds me of my stepbrothers - caring, protective, heart of gold. Mikhail’s a little more serious but still nice. If you let me know which one you fancy, I can put in a good word for you.” Your sly smile causes her to bury her face in her hands and muffle a frustrated shriek.

“Yeah, Marta, spill the tea. Who's got your panties in a twist?” Fran wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You, Nora, and Fran all giggle while Marta blushes.

“Oh! You three hush!” Her voice is muffled as her head is still buried in her hands. You reach over and rub her back, feeling bad for teasing her so much. Marta lifts her head and sighs dramatically, “Nico. okay? Nico’s is the one I fancy. I mean, look at him-” She turns to stare at him dreamily, “He’s just so handsome.”

“She’s right.” Fran remarks. “Italian boys are notoriously good looking and it doesn't help they are all really good in the sack.”

“Fran!” You exclaim as your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

Fran shrugs her shoulder in lieu of an apology, “What? I am just saying Marta never stood a chance! He’s an Italian stallion. He was designed to make women weak in the knees!” Fran makes a show of giving Nico a seductive looking over.

“Marta, I would like to formally apologize for our dear Fran’s mouth.” You grab her hand, bringing her attention to you.

“Do not apologize Y/N.” Marta states as she looks at you. “I knew what I was getting into when I became friends with her. However, if we can circle back to your offer of putting a good word for me with Nico, I would appreciate it.” She gives you a hopeful smile.

You lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek, “Anything for you. I want you to be happy. In fact, when Ransom gets back I will talk to him about maybe seeing if he can give Nico some free time so you two can go on a date. He told me last night he should be home tomorrow, so I will ask him then.”

Marta squeals with delight. The waiter came to the table delivering your food. After making sure everything was all right with your meals, he left, leaving the four of you to dig into your food.

Nora broke the momentary silence, “You said you talked to him last night?” She asks as she takes a sip of her drink. “Look, I know I asked you last night but-” Three pairs of eyes stare at you intently before Nora asks her question, “are you two a couple or what?”

“We are,” you pause for effect, “we are a couple. I am with him, and he is with me. We are together. We talked about it last night and, yeah.”

“I knew it!” Fran exclaims. “Like I said last night, he’s a changed man because of you.” She snorts, “For once in his life he finally has someone to care for, to care about.” Fran then smiles at you, “I’m so glad it’s you. ”

“I am happy for you Y/N,” Marta declares before taking a bite of her food, “he has always needed someone to keep him grounded. Harlan always did his best but sometimes it didn’t stick as much as he would have liked. Ransom always had his mother in his ear poisoning the good wisdom Harlan tried to instill in him.” Marta’s expression turned sour at the thought of Linda.

Nora nodded and agreed with Marta’s accurate description, “I believe that. I’ve only had rare interactions with Linda through the many years I’ve lived here, but she’s always been a conniving bitch. You don’t need to be a psychologist to see she’s got her claws deep in Ransom. I think she's one of the main reasons he did a lot of the shit he did when he was younger.” She took a bite of her food and swallowed it before continuing, “Although, I think as Ransom got older, he saw what his mother was trying to do and pulled away which gave him a fighting chance to be his own man which, in turn, has led to this positive change in his behavior since he met you, Y/N. All that aside, you do know if that douchebag breaks your heart we will be right there to take down his ass.” She motions to Marta and Fran.

“Yep.” “Yes.” Fran and Marta agree at once.

“Thank you ladies. I love all three of you so much.” You announce before taking another sip of water.

After lunch is over, the four of you stand outside and hug one another goodbye. You and Nora watch Fran and Marta walk towards their car before you two turn around and are escorted towards the SUV you and Nora had ridden down to the restaurant by Nico in front of you and Mikhail behind you.

You take that moment to lean into Nora’s space, “Hey, so I have a favor to ask of you. When Ransom gets back, he said he plans on taking me to dinner. It’s going to be our first real date and he said he was going to take me somewhere special.”

Nora gives you that knowing look, “You don’t know what to wear, do you?”

You shake your head, “No, and knowing him it’ll be somewhere fancy, somewhere where we can be unbothered and alone.”

Nora hooks her arm through yours. “That actually works out in my favor because Amanda, the woman from last night, wants to go out and I need to find an outfit for my date too.”

You rest your head on Nora’s shoulder and smile, “That sounds great. We can tell Nico and Mikhail we want to go to the mall, or wherever.”

“Y/N--,” Nora begins before the sounds of gunshots ring out through the air.

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Translations:

campo di battaglia - battlefield

violazione - breach

addio - goodbye

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