#ransom tw

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 7: Disowned by family*

*alternative prompt tw: family drama, ransom, kidnapping, restraints, betrayal, torture mention, scars, generational trauma/abuse

[potato-lord-but-not]

time’s a winding centipede, burrows in our memories, and that is all we’ll ever be

[holylulusworld]

SHG for killers (2) – You (the reader)

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, language, kidnapping, plot twist, world building

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Self-help group for killers masterlist

You’re fuming. No, it’s even worse. You are ready to commit murder and would regret splitting their skull with an ax.

One day. You only wanted one day off, but that’s too much to ask for. They all take days off without asking if you can cover their shift all the damn time.

“Never heard of work-life balance,” you snap at your boss. You huff as she doesn’t reply. “Yeah, you let me work overtime and didn’t pay me. But God forbid I take a day off because I’m having a terrible headache!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you took the day off because you suffered from a hangover, not a headache. And it wasn’t the first time you stayed at home without giving us a call.”

You huff at her bitchy comment. “I wasn’t drunk or hungover.” You narrow your eyes when your colleague walks past you and your boss. She ratted you out, you know it. One drunk escapade, and you’re in trouble. “I was sick and had to stay home. It won’t happen again!”

“That’s right,” she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It won’t happen again. You’re fired!”

“Fired?” You gasp loudly. “You can’t fire me! I quit, you uptight and stupid bitch!” You’re too angry to care that you just fucked your career over. Usually, you try to negotiate or talk things out, but your boss takes one step too far.

You twirl around and make your way toward your office, glaring at your colleagues on your way. None of them came to your aid. You covered for them more than once—to hell with all of them.

Walking toward your car, you sigh deeply. All that’s left of your career fits in a box. Great timing. You were about to move into a bigger apartment and buy a new car. Now that your regular income has turned to dust, you’re back to square one.

“Miss, can I help you?” You gasp when, out of nowhere, a man stands in front of you. He looks you up and down and runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache. “This looks heavy, sunshine. Let me help you.”

Out of instinct, you take a step back. This man means trouble; you just know it. There’s something in his blue eyes telling you to run.

“No, thanks,” you try to sound confident as you look around the underground car park. You can’t see other people but hear chatter coming from the other side of the underground car park. “My colleague will be here in a minute to help me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I like it when you call me that.” He steps even closer to snatch the box out of your hands. “Why don’t we stop with this nonsense?”

He drops the box and reaches for you to grab you, but you sidestep him. The man huffs and lunges forward, but you dodge his attack.

“HELP!” You scream, but the two people you heard talk earlier ignore your screams for help. “HELP!”

“FIRE!” Now that they look your way, you wave at them, but instead of helping you, they run off, leaving you alone with the man.

“Aw, princess,” this time, he tackles you to the ground and pins you to the cold concrete. “Stop fighting me, or this will hurt you more than me.” He tries to cover your mouth with one hand and restrain your wrist with a pair of handcuffs.

No, you won’t go down easily. You use the last strength left in you and knee him in the groin. He whines for a second and bites his lower lip. The man breathes through the pain while angrily staring at you.

Even if you can’t defeat him, you fight back. You smirk behind the hand covering your mouth and glare at him.

“I love me a good romp, princess,” he purrs in your ear. “Let’s make things a little easier for me. I’d like to transport you in the backseat, not the trunk.”

Your eyes widen as he gets a syringe out. Wiggling underneath him, you shake your head. The fucker is heavy, and it feels like his body is corded in muscles. Fuck, he will bring you to a second location, and this can’t be good.

You bite the hand covering your mouth, earning a slap to your thigh. The sting distracts you long enough for the man to ram the needle into your thigh. “Easy there, princess. We can get kinky later.”

Wrapped like a package and gagged, you sit in the middle of what looks like a chair circle. The man who kidnapped you sits on one of the chairs. You don’t recognize the others, though.

“Gentlemen, here’s the solution for all of our problems. Mr. Andrew Barber’s sweet secret. I got her for us. Oh, and I grabbed some of her shit and burned down her place to make her disappearance believable—or rather her death.”

One of them cocks his head to look at you. He looks rather bored than interested. “We don’t need another member,” he says, and goes back to checking on his phone.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, God,” the guy kidnapping you says and elbows the man in the ribs. “She’s fun. Little Miss Sunshine tried to knee me in the groin. Can you believe this? She’s a firecracker. No wonder, Barber is head over heels for her.”

“She’s not too bad to look at,” one of the others says. You glare at your kidnapper and narrow your eyes, daring him to get close to you. “Good job, Hansen. So, what do we do with her?”

“What do we do—?” Hansen, your kidnapper, says. “Kemp, I thought you were a lil’ smartass. What do we do with a pretty ripe cupcake?” He smirks at you. “We eat it.”

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice fills your ears. You jerk your head toward the new arrival and huff. Of course, it was him. The creep snapping pictures of you at the practice. Andy Barber. “Who is…”

“I got her for you… I mean us... Lloyd proudly states and points at you sitting in the middle of their chair circle.

“What the fuck! Hansen!” Andy barks. “What did you do? You’ll get us all in trouble!”

“What?” Lloyd shrugs. “You talked so much about her and whined. I did you a favor and grabbed her. Now we have a good doctor in the house.”

“Hey!” Kemp grunts. “I’m a doctor. She’s just…” He gets up to look down at you. “…a bitch talking my patient out of surgery. Hmm…she looks different in that light, though.”

“Who cares about the light?” Robert grunts. “Can she help us or not?”

“Oh, she will help us,” Lloyd crouches down next to you to cup your chin. “Right, baby cakes. You’ll sing for me when I eat that muffin.”

“Lloyd!” Andy yells to get Hansen’s attention.

“What? I’m busy here!” Lloyd yells back.

“That’s not my therapist,” Andy says while running one hand down his face. “You fucking idiot! You kidnapped the wrong woman!”

Tags in reblog.

[nuclearplutonium]

some pics I took from the new warriors comic part 1 -v-

I’m aware a lot of these are graystripe and firepaw ones lol

[serickswrites]

Video Killed the Radio Star

Warnings: captivity, gag, restraints, implied future torture, video recording, cruel whumper

"Smile for the camera, Whumpee," Whumper said with a chuckle as they aimed the camera at Whumpee.

Whumpee stood in the filthy basement, their hands bound behind their back, gagged with a disgusting rag. They glared at Whumper. It was the best they could do until they came up with a better plan.

"Dance, Whumpee. Dance, and I'll lower the price of your return. Remember, Caretaker can see you."

Whumpee's heart stuttered. Caretaker. Caretaker was going to see them like this. Caretaker was likely frantically trying to find a way to raise enough money to save them from the painful death Whumper had promised.

They had to do this for Caretaker.

Whumpee swayed side to side, trying to look anywhere but the camera. Anywhere but Whumper.

"How about some ballet? You know it's been ages since I had a chance to go to the ballet, Whumpee. Twirl around like a ballerina!"

With a dark glare, Whumpee slowly spun around. They could not believe they were doing this. But they had to. For Caretaker. "No! No! NO!" Whumper roared. "You need to be like a real ballerina! On your toes, move those arms!"

Whumpee stopped. They could dance on their toes, sure. But how on earth were they going to raise their arms with them bound so tightly behind their back?

"Dance, Whumpee. Dance for me and Caretaker. Do this and I'll knock off a hundred thousand dollars. Fail, and I'll make sure Caretaker sees every cut I make on your body. Live."

They couldn't let Caretaker see this. Couldn't let Caretaker witness their torture. They had to do as Whumper ordered. Whumpee hunched over as they spun on their toes, waving their wrists above their back. This was the only way they could raise their arms.

Whumper chuckled. "Keep going! You're a beautiful ballerina. In a demented kind of way."

Whumpee's cheeks burned. They would do this for Caretaker. To help Caretaker. So that Caretaker didn't have to watch them be tortured.

Whumper flipped the camera on themself. "What do you think, Caretaker? Ballerina enough? Too bad it wasn't for me." Whumpee's mouth went dry. "I'm going to enjoy cutting into that beautiful skin of yours, Whumpee."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

[whumpetywhump]

Favourite Trope: Held Hostage (199/?) All That Glitters - Ep. 29

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[queen-paladin]

Always thinking of her (female character who is punished by the narrative for not being “as cool” as another female character)

[ariadosanon]

[TW: POKÉMON ABUSE, IMPLIED POKÉMON DEATH. HEED THE TWS]

[A ransom video is attached…]

The video opened in an unfamiliar room. This wasn’t Victoria’s house, or really anywhere familiar to the viewer. It seemed she was in a fully concrete warehouse. Try as the viewer might, there were no markings anywhere to give away what the warehouse may have once been for, or where it could be.

This was a ransom video. Victoria stood in the middle of the image, grinning and adjusting her new glasses.

“Welcome BACK, Rotomblr!” She singsonged, spreading her arms out dramatically.

“Did you all miss the real me?” Victoria raised a scraggly eyebrow. Her eternal grin unfaltering.

“Of course you did. My inbox is overflowing with you freaks screaming praise.” She chuckled, rubbing her clawed hands together.

“Addisgon, overlay.”

A soft ‘Cha-Ching!’ Played from behind the camera. An image of Victoria’s inbox appeared in the corner of the screen. Addisgon scrolled, showing hundreds of messages, anonymous and otherwise asking what the poachers next move would be.

“It feels good to be so loved! If I had a heart, it would be so overwhelmed with joy I might keel over and die of a heart attack.” She continued to grin, making a heartbeat motion with her hands.

“But the world isn’t kind enough to kill me off.” She stuck out her pierced tongue. Addisgon removed the overlay of her inbox, flashing a little heart with a money sign in the center.

“Or is it? That’s what we’re here to find out, lads!” She stepped aside, revealing the reason for her video.

A well kept Espeon was sitting inside a small cage. It noticed the camera Pory, turning its head and tilting it.

“This is ESPIE!” She revealed, slapping her hand on the top of the cage. The Espeon inside didn’t react to the violent stimuli, instead turning its head to look at Victoria incredulously.

“You may know him from Head Ranger Wesley’s battle team over in Kalos.” She explained, idly sticking her fingers in the small cage. The Espeon licked one curiously. It was becoming clear to the viewer that this Pokémon was surprisingly nonplussed about being pokenapped.

“I’ve been thinking about family a lot, lately,” Victoria put on a fake ‘poor me’ voice, one hand on her heart, and the other reaching for the knife at her side. She slowly removed the skinning knife from its sheathe, flashing it to the camera.

“I got this for Winterfest. You like?” She waved it in front of the camera, showing off the little carvings of Eevee faces in the blade.

“Anyways. I’ve been thinking— If your family can’t come through for you, who will?”

She circled the cage as she spoke, pacing around like the madwoman she was.

“So in light of my new acquisition, we’re going to play a game. I know how much you all loved my games back in the day.” She faced the camera, raising the knife dramatically.

“I need to start my life back up. A million pokedollars should be enough!” She suddenly and harshly shook the cage Espie was in, causing the Espeon to mewl in angry protest.

“You all out there, watching this video right now have a chance to save little Espie from being Vayne’s new playmate.” She grinned wider.

“I’ll be accepting donations! With a 10,000 dollar limit of course. If you try and pay over, I’ll assume that’s a tip.” She giggled to herself. “No anonymous donors, either. Just so I can be sure you’re not cheating and double donating.”

“If I get a million within three days, I’ll send Espie back to poor Ranger Wesley, safe and sound! The kindness of strangers will prevail.” She dramatically made a rainbow motion with her hands, to which Addisgon superimposed a real rainbow over.

“If I don’t, then we’ll have another video. And you can all see exactly what happens when you YANK ME AROUND LIKE A FEKKIN DOGMON ON A LEASH!” She screamed, shaking the cage again with one hand.

Victoria paused, taking a deep breath before grinning her horrible grin again.

“Donations start now! Tell your friends, your enemies, anyone you think has enough of a bleeding heart to send money to save a strangers Espeon.”

She leaned against the cage, waving mockingly at the camera. “Ta-ta for now!~”

[The video ends there.]

[terrence-silver]

What would Terry (all eras) do if beloved was kidnapped? Say the perpetrators leave a ransom note wanting money and a polaroid of Beloved with a busted lip or something… I’d like to see how you think he’d react

I don't think anyone should validly antagonize a former military man who used to be a Green Beret and it's highly implied he was a Spec Ops too back in Vietnam. Not withstanding that he's a martial arts master as well and a ferocious one at that. One who quite literally believes in no mercy --- and even though Terry Silver's army training is undoubtedly very much left underexplored, just basic logic demands that if someone his got abducted and violently taken, this man would be more than capable of going out there and personally retrieving them if push came to shove. Like, I firmly believe that. All of his talk about awakening 'killer instincts' aren't in vain seeing as how I feel and it's very much an indicator of what he's willing to do and what he has, undoubtedly, done before. Sure, a man of his wealth and connections could very well hire investigators, alert authorities or pay private professional hitmen to do the job for all we know --- but no --- stuff like this, I think Terry would want, need and love to do it personally. With fierce vengeance at that.

These kidnappers striked first and drew blood when they hurt beloved.

[aceofwhump]

Outlander 7x04 - William Ransom whump part 2

[angst-after-dark]

CW: LADY WHUMP, BBU/BBU-ADJACENT SETTING, BROKEN BONES, DEATH THREATS, DEHUMANIZATION, RECORDED TORTURE, RANSOM VIDEO

Taglist/General Writing Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy @oddsconvert @siren-of-agony @gottawhump @winedark-whump

The click of boots against damp concrete, the sound metallic, was the first noise to pierce her consciousness, quiet but out of place and therefore startling. Her eyes didn't want to open, heavy like lead. The pounding in her head certainly didn't make the idea of moving appealing. She swallowed, throat impressively dry and clicking. Her tongue sand papery and limp in her mouth, feeling out of place.

“Smile for the camera!” Shorty chirped. 

Kestrel blinked, head swimming once more, and pulled against the ropes that secured her to the chair. The restraint had grown too tight to move, but the shield could still shake her head – for the time being. They responded to her struggle by tightening further.

“No, no, no,” the torturer chided, in the tone of talking to a child. “You have to keep still, or it’ll come out blurry.”

“Smile, Ms. Diaz."

Even immobilized, she could still scowl – there was nothing her captor could do about that – but Shorty seemed to have decided that this was as good as it would get. He’d walked back to slip under the cloth that shielded the back of the camera. 

The flash flared bright magnesium, startling and blinding her. She jerked, instinctively wrenching her head away. Pain shot down her neck. The light from the camera temporarily blinded her with splotches of black, white and red.

Lanky was less than pleased. The bat scraped across the floor as he crossed the room towards her. She stiffened, knowing he was close.

Something hard and merciless connected with her kneecap. She jumped, startled at the noise. It echoed in the wine cellar as loud as a gunshot and for a moment she had half a mind to check if she’d been wounded. She didn't have the chance. Her body flashed hot. 

Cold. Ice filled her veins. Everything froze. 

Her brain, her body, even the air she'd taken to scream seemed to hang suspended in between the shock and the inevitable pain she was going to feel. 

The world spun around her, the concrete floor beneath her feet shifting, and Kestrel strained against the restraints that held her firmly against the chair as she doubled over. What little she’d eaten for breakfast leapt into her throat, threatening to evict itself from her lurching stomach. 

The chair dug into her back, a minute annoyance compared to the searing pain in her knee. She breathed hard, still looking at the concrete floor. 

Lanky’s unoccupied hand shot out and grasped his hair, twisting it painfully before wrenching his head back, forcing her to look directly into the camera.

She flinched.She swallowed and shuddered at the strain on her throat, bracing herself for what would come next.

The red light of a flashing video camera appeared through the curtain of curls that’s fallen over her face. She stared at it for a moment, panting. The sting of tears as they leapt to her eyes and made a trail down her cheeks. 

“Come now, Ms. Diaz. You’re going to have to do a bit better than that. How will your masters know you need rescuing if you keep quiet?”

“I told you,” she rasped. She couldn't bite back a groan. The tears hadn't stopped. Malcolm would be pissed she’d cried. What happened to die quietly? She was supposed to be the best of the best. “They won't pay. We're meant to die.”

We're replaceable. She thought. Expensive, but replaceable.

There was a long, painful moment of anticipation. 

“I fractured your knee cap, “ he said, lifting his foot up and pressing on the aforementioned injury with the toe of his shoe. 

She finally gave him what he wanted. 

A ragged scream escaped her lips.

She closed her eyes when the screams morphed out into sobs and those sobs finally petered out. 

Lanky glared at her. She watched him carefully, the pain filling her brain with a heavy haze. He chewed on the inside of his lip and swallowed hard. “If they don’t pay, I’m going to kill you.”

He hurried out of the basement, slamming the door closed. Kestrel listened to his footsteps as he climbed the stairs outside. With every breath entering and leaving her lungs, she waited for death. 

The little red dot of light bored holes into her skull. Recording every second for later use. Wick would watch this. He'd be discouraged but he'd insist on watching.

When she settled again, she stared long and hard at the camera, trying to think of something more to say. Maybe tell a joke or two, to lighten the mood. Get a grin out of him while she still could.

“......it's okay,” she whispered and then, louder, pushing past the pain. She forced a smile, choked out a laugh. Her voice stayed light - as if she were coaxing him to sleep, as if they were discussing a missed shot in basketball. That's all this was, “It's okay, Mx. It's okay to turn it off.”

Shorty hadn't left yet. 

His grin was sadistic as he picked up where Lanky had left off. He swung the bat, catching her in the ribs, a loud snapping echoing throughout the musty air, accompanied by her strangled, pathetic squeak. Her breath came out in sharp, quick, shallow inhales. It took her almost forty seconds to suck in enough air to begin talking again.

Turning back to face the camera, the man crouched down so Kestrel was in full view. Once again, she fell back on a prayer. One Therese Diaz knew by heart, had memorized in her youth on her grandmother’s knee. One the training program had tried to bury when remaking her into Leigh Kestrel.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t free or even protect herself, but she could do this, she could pray.

Santa María, Madre de Dios,

ruega por nosotros pecadores,

ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.

Pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death.

[holylulusworld]

Two can play a game

Summary: Your arranged marriage is far from perfect. When Ransom takes one step too far, you pay him back the best way possible.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, ???!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, Ransom being an asshole, cheating, implied cheating, mentions of sidepieces, making out, implied smut, mafia au

There he is, licking whipped cream off some bimbos’ tits. The woman moans and fakes she’s having fun. Just like some many greedy bitches wanting to get their hands on his wealth before.

Ransom Drysdale. Your husband. The self-declared gift to all women.

At the beginning of your arranged marriage, you easily overlooked his flaws and quirks. He was a good-looking and charming man, easily working his way into your heart and between your legs.

Ransom was passionate and sweet. Even if he was a little too cocky and arrogant for your taste. He was a prick to most people, including your friends. The only person he treated with respect was you.

Back then you believed this arranged marriage can work out.

Sometimes you even felt loved by your husband. And you reflected his feelings.

But all good things come to an end.

Your little bubble burst when you walked in on him railing one of the new maids. He didn’t even try to hide his infidelity. Proud of himself for leading you on, and making you believe you are more than a pawn to him.

Ransom declared your marriage is not a real marriage. Arranged marriages don’t count in his opinion. That’s what he said. His poor excuse for cheating on you.

Since that day, you refuse to sleep in the same room with him. Just like you didn’t let him touch you. The thought of riding the same dick he pushed into some bitch’s cunt was enough to leave your pussy dry most of the time when it comes to your husband.

“Oh, my beloved wife,” Ransom lifts his head from his latest conquest’s tits.

“Does she want to join us?” The girl squeaks as her eyes land on you.

Ransom grins, but you ignore the little pang in your chest. “Ah, better not. She’s frigid, you know.” He says to the girl he has on top of your kitchen counter.

“When you are done here, call someone to get rid of the kitchen counter. You never know where your little skank was before you found her on the sidewalk,” you snap at your husband.

He watches you open the fridge to get a bottle of water. “If you would excuse us now,” he grunts. “Or do you want to watch?” Ransom tries to rile you up. It’s a fight for dominance and you won’t lose it.

“Sorry, but limp dicks don’t do it for me, honey,” you bite back. “I’ll talk to our neighbor. He invited me over to talk about the next book we want to read. At least he’s got good taste.”

“See. That’s why I prefer fucking hot women like Cassie.”

“My name is Kathy,” the blonde protests. “Did you already forget my name?” She frowns deeply. “Ran?”

“He didn’t even listen when you told him your name.” You walk out of the kitchen, sway in your hips. “If you go home with Ransom Drysdale, you are destined to get disappointed. In any way. He doesn’t even know where to find your G-spot, and he won’t try to find it …

“Y/N, hey,” Andy smiles widely when you stand in front of his door. It happens ever so often since you found out about Ransom’s infidelity. “Bad day?”

You sniff and shake your head. “Do you have a drink with my name on it, Andy?” He opens the door wider to let you in. Andy doesn’t ask what happened. He waits for you to talk to him.

“Always, neighbor.” He closes the door behind you. “What can I offer to you.”

“Distraction, and maybe a place to stay for the night,” you lick your lips. “Ransom has company.” Your eyes drop to the diamond ring on your finger.

“He brought one of his sidepieces to your home,” Andy sounds almost shocked. Almost… “Why would he do such a thing?”

“He likes to play games.” You shrug. “I refused to play along and let him fuck me after I found out about his harem of bimbos. If only he was at least a himbo with a big dick.”

Andy nods thoughtfully when you finally explode.

“I had to let my doctor check me for STDs. Can you imagine how I felt? I’m married and ask them to run all the tests. I bet they believed I’m the one who cheated!” You start to pace the room. “I haven’t looked at another man.”

“Y/N, you need to take deep breaths,” Andy softly speaks to you. 

He looks at you with soft blue eyes, and fuck, he looks so good. Did he always look so good?

“No. I need to get this out.” You raise your hand. “I-I was always faithful. I could’ve fucked countless guys, but I didn’t. Because that’s not who I am, Andy.”

“I know. You’re a good girl,” he replies, making you stop in your tracks.

He looks at you, eyes drifting toward your lips. You take a breath, and another before you grab his face to kiss him. Andy doesn’t hesitate. He eagerly kisses you back.

Damn, he tastes even better. Like mint, and the coffee he drank. You cup the back of his neck and run your free hand over his back. He moans into you, tongue delving into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he wraps his arms around you and kisses you again. This time, he suckles at your tongue. “You taste so good.”

He laughs against you. “You too,” Andy nips at your lips. “Do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you. We can just talk a little and…”

You silence his doubts with your lips. “I wanted you the moment you moved in across the street four years ago.”

“Same,” he pants between kisses. “But you were married, and I was freshly divorced.” You grab the hem of his shirt, shoving it up to his arms. “Fuck, you looked so cute in your summer dress.”

“Yeah?” You whine as he buries his face in your neck. He kisses your skin, nipping and licking your sweet spot while you hastily unbuckle his belt. “What did you want to do with me?”

“Fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Andy shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them.

“Just like right now?”

You gasp when he grips your hips to hoist you up and slam you into the wall, causing a few picture frames to drop to the ground.

Andy doesn’t seem to mind. He crushes his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth and wrap your legs around his waistline.

“Right now,” he growls against you. All softness is gone when he looks at you pressed against the wall. “I wanna ruin you for him.”

“Ruin me. Make me yours,” you challenge. You allow him to grind his erection against your core and offer your body to him. All you want in return is to forget about your unfaithful husband.

“If you let me have you, I won’t allow you to go back to him. You’ll be mine,” Andy warns. “Name what you want.”

You whimper at his words. Ransom never asked what you want. No one ever did.

“You.” You breathlessly reply. “I want you. Make me forget about him.”

You roll to your side, smiling as your eyes land on the man next to you. Still, you hold your breath. What if this wasn’t the best idea you ever had?

What if he regrets what happened last night?

What if he breaks his promises and forgot about all the things he said to you while he claimed your body?

Andy dips his head to look at you. “Morning beautiful.” He rolls to his side to look at you. “Slept well?”

“Yeah,” you don’t know why your voice trembles. Maybe because you fear Andy is the same as your unfaithful husband. He seems so different from the prick you are married to, but you let a pretty face and charming personality fool you once.

Andy runs his hand over your arm, fingertips tickling your skin. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. Honestly, after last night everything has changed. You only came to Andy’s house to seek shelter for a few hours, or one night.

Now that you gave in to your feelings, you cannot go back to Ransom and pretend it doesn’t break you to see how less you mean to him.

“How about we go to your house, deliver the divorce papers I prepared while you were sleeping, and pack your things? I’ll bring a few friends to help you carry the heavy stuff.”

You’re taken aback. “What?” Stammering you look at Andy who lovingly cups your cheek to press a soft kiss on your lips. “Andy, this isn’t funny. I need to think about what to do now. You don’t know my husband. He’s a prick, but also dangerous and he won’t let me walk out on him so easily.”

“You think I care?” Andy chuckles darkly. “Oh, beautiful. I told you that you are going to be mine when you let me, have you. Didn’t I?”

“Yes.” You remember vividly how you begged him to make you his, and only his. That you agreed to become his pretty little wife, and always cum for him. “That was in the heat of the moment. Wasn’t it?”

“Y/N, I dreamed of taking you out for years. Every time I wanted to ask you to leave your husband, you told me about him with so much adoration that I couldn’t make a move. But now that I know he fucked up, I can’t miss the chance.”

“Andy, I can’t end my marriage only to become someone else’s arm candy or his most prized possession. I’m not a toy, nor a brainless doll you can use.”

“Baby, I swear this isn’t how I see you,” Andy presses another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me help you. If you don’t want to be with me, I understand. All I want is to make sure that Ransom Drysdale leaves you the fuck alone.”

“Why?” You question.

“Because,” he kisses you again, slow and gentle, “I think I love you…”

“Y/N, what’s the douche from next door doing at my house,” Ransom follows you and Andy. “I’m talking to you!”

“Oh, I thought as you are busy disappointing one of your playthings with your limp dick,” you snap at Ransom. “I can bring a real man to satisfy my needs too.”

“Beautiful, why don’t you go upstairs and look for all the things you want to take with you? My friends will be here any minute.”

“Okay,” you nervously glance at Ransom. “Be careful. He’s dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Andy pecks your cheek. “I’ll be careful.”

Turning his head toward Andy your husband’s features darken. “If you touched my wife, you are dead.” He pats the gun hidden under his jacket. “If you leave my house now, I’ll only break every bone in your body.”

Andy laughs into Ransom’s face.

“You’ve got no clue who I’m.” Stepping toward your husband, Andy sizes Ransom up. “Do you honestly believe you are scaring me? You’re nothing but a pathetic man cheating on his beautiful wife and,” Andy leans closer to Ransom to whisper in his ear. “I’m long enough in town to know that you are not on top of the food chain any longer. Your time is running out.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“The deal last week,” Andy smirks darkly, “the one you couldn’t seal? I took it over. Your business partners are my partners now. Your wife. Is mine. Your friends, mine too. I dismantled Ransom Drysdale piece by piece.”

“Why? How?”

“At first, I moved in next door to check your territory out. But then, I saw your wife and the way you treated her. She didn’t know you were a piece of shit cheating on her from day one.”

“You did all this for my wife?” Ransom hiccups. “You’re insane. Starting a war over some pussy!”

“You don’t get it,” Andy hisses. “Y/N is not some pussy to me. She’s everything, and I’ll make her my queen.”

While you look for the things you want to take with you, Andy threatens Ransom and his organization.

When you walk back down the stairs, your husband already signed the divorce papers. He will let you go and get out of town as fast as possible.

Ransom didn’t know that no one messes with Andrew Barber. The head of the Boston mafia. One of the deadliest men alive…

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[jasvvy]

[merakiui]

Sneaky omega Jade who uses his pheromones to get what he wants. He is absolutely weak for tiny demanding alphas because while he can crush them, all it takes is one strong scent from his alpha and it’s all over for him.

Alpha Azul has my heart. He practically breathes breeding kink and you can’t say no to his deals because while you’re trying to parse through legalese in curly script, he’s filling the air with enticing smells.

Omega Floyd who’s a complete brat, but smells so sweet when he’s nuzzling into you. Loves it when his little alpha uses their commanding voice and *tries* to manhandle him.

Ugggghjjjh, just so many things to think about.

If the tweels don’t have the same designation, they’ll tease the other when it comes to impending heats/ruts, but they will body their partners if their twin doesn’t get treated right.

Yes omg!!! And he makes for such a cute bottom in bed, too. T_T Jade will tease you for as long as he can keep a clear head, but when he's truly, fully in heat and can't think of anything else but how nicely you smell and how good you feel he eventually submits. He'll get his revenge when he's not so heat-brained, but for now keep making him feel good. <3

Alpha Azul...... orz alpha Azul definitely uses his scent to his advantage when he's trying to get you to sign contracts. Your mind will be so fuzzy and disoriented and you'll likely leave his VIP room having signed his contract. He absolutely breathes breeding kink; you're so right!!!! He wants nothing more than to knock you up with lots of children so that you'll never have a chance to think about leaving him. I think alpha Azul also might pretend to be an omega just to gain your trust and lower your guard (you might even think he's harmless because he's an omega), so when he offers to help you through your heats/ruts you might be more likely to accept. But then in the midst of everything, he ends up knotting you because it turns out he was secretly an alpha all along. :)

And omega Floyd aaaa!! He's very cute and sweet, but so very needy when he's in heat. It doesn't matter if you're an alpha with a stronger scent; Floyd still dominates you even when he's so overwhelmed by his heat. He's insatiable and cums inside so many times until he can no longer cum anymore and is just mindlessly rutting into you. As much as he marks you, he wants you to mark him in return so that he can proudly show off the bites and bruises. No matter what, he's always shameless.

[whumperofworlds]

Rules here!

(TW: SUICIDE UNDER CUT)

Whumpee, who is royalty, is taken captive by Whumper and is held on a cliff in exchange for the Macguffin the team has. The team arrived with the Macguffin, and their plan was going smoothly... then it went very wrong. The team then has to decide on whether to give up the Macguffin or not to Whumper.

Whumpee, however, made the decision for them--they jumped off the cliff and killed themself, to the team's horror and grief (with Whumpee's sibling, Caretaker, trying to save them to no avail). With Whumpee dead, the team had no choice but to flee with the Macguffin, and Whumpee's death had caused not only grief to their team, but also to Whumper's team, as many deserted them.

What piece of media does this whumpy scene come from? Tell me via replies here, reblog, ask, etc! You have 24 hours!

[nuclearplutonium]

it kinda hurts me to see my own parents fail to correctly understand trans people, (since I am one, and I know sooner or later I’ll have to come out to them about it) either it be irl or in media.

(Before ya read this, just know that I’m completely aware of the fact that my Gen X parents wouldn’t get this kind of stuff because it wasn’t really as popular or whatever in the time when they were born) It’s usually relationships with others that my parents don’t quite grasp the idea of. If a transmasc says they’re gay and that they are indeed dating another man that’s what my parents don’t get, they just mark it off as being straight and not gay because “technically the trans guy is a girl so wouldn’t that make them straight to be dating another man?”

Same goes with transfems, according to my parents, if a transfem is dating another woman, that apparently still makes them “straight”

Anddd this is why I refuse to come out as transgender and gay (not really gay, more or so bi-gay, but you get the point), it would feel like I’m not completely validated as a transgender gay man, because in their eyes I’m still their little girl just liking boys.

I mean my closet is literally made out of glass but still, I’d rather hide away in it now than come out to my parents.

(I’d probably be starting WWIII if I did /j)