A/N: This is unlike anything else I have ever written. It is dark fic. It is a Mafia AU. There may or may not have a happy ending. So read at your own risk. The chapters are likely to be shorter in this fic from time to time. Also writing credit goes to @fadingcoast,@lokifae42 , and @emeraldrosequartz . Not only did they write parts of the first few chapters, but they created the inspiration for the entire premise and fic. And I am forever in their debt for it. Thank you.
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jae Birichinata), Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Madison McMahon), Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Jae Birichinata)
Summary: When a one night stand with the only daughter of one of New York’s biggest crime bosses results in a pregnancy, Tom is trapped. Fast forward, now 10 years later, Tom is stuck in a loveless and cruel marriage with four kids (only one is his), a cheating wife, and no escape. The only bright spot is in his life is his love, Madison, the sweet bookshop clerk working a block away from the university he teaches at. Going on four years sneaking around with Madison, Tom is certain Madison’s important news is she is breaking up with him. The truth rocks his core.
Now Tom has only one goal, getting his son, William, and himself out of the hellscape called his life alive. A vindictive wife, in laws with access to money, resources, and brute force, and not to mention his wife’s lover who is more than meets the eye, Tom is starting to wonder if his father-in-law is right. No one leaves the family alive.
Trigger Warnings: Violence (both graphic and implied), forced marriage (sort of), infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childhood physical abuse and sexual abuse, smut, death and more as I can continue to write it.
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“Tom, I’m going out. Watch the kids.” Jae tugged on a glittered thigh high boot to complement her short sequined dress, before grabbing a short black feathered jacket to go over the entire ensemble.
Tom’s head popped out from his study, his one safe space in their sprawling New York apartment. “That’s the third time this week. I have papers to grade.” He frowned at his wife as he glared at her outfit. “Where are you going?”
“Out. With a friend.” She didn’t even bother to glance up at her husband. Jae smiled at him. “Are you saying you can’t handle your own children? I could always have my Ma come over to babysit while you work.” She tilted her head to the side, the same smile plastered on her face as she waited for his response. Jae already knew what it would be.
Tom glanced into the living room to see the children. The twins, Frigga and Magnus, were currently fighting over the last package of fruit snacks, while LJ was doing something in a corner that appeared to involve fire but no matches. And his oldest, William, sat curled up in a beat up leather chair, glasses slipping as he read the Complete Works of Shakespeare. Again. His ginger curls a stark contrast to his siblings’ darker looks.
“No, I’ll handle it. Have a good night. And I will see you later.” he sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Oh, Lucy and I will probably just get a hotel room.” A smirk came across her face. “And don’t forget dinner with my family on Friday night.” She walked over to pick a piece of lint off his sweater with disdain. “Daddy is looking forward to seeing you.”
“BUT FRIDAYS ARE MY NIGHT!” Tom’s voice boomed. The children not even pausing at the outburst. It wasn’t the first time they overheard this argument. “I‘ve had to cancel on the boys the past three Fridays.” He whined.
“Then one more won’t make that much of a difference. Unless you want me to tell my father you couldn’t bother to come.”
Tom gulped. The last time he “missed” a family dinner with her family, his car was sideswiped and nearly totaled. “It’s not necessary to involve your father. I will be there.” He forced a smile. A skill he had perfected over the last ten years of marriage to Jae.
This is not what Tom imagined marriage to be. He imagined a wife that loved him. And he loved. That dream went out the window with two pink lines. Too much scotch at a bachelor party led to Tom grinding against Jae on the dance floor at a club he would normally never go. Which led to one drunken night of some wild sex in a hotel room. Tom didn’t realize that Jae was Jae Nicole Birichinata, only daughter of the infamous mafia boss, Michael Birichinata. Fast forward and Tom was stuck in a hellscape, which included a wife who could barely stand to be in the same room as him and three more children he knew weren’t his, despite his name being on the birth certificates.
“Good to hear. Aren’t things better when I get my way?” There is a knock on the door. “Lucy’s here!!” She goes skittering to the door and opens it, blocking most of Tom’s view.
“Ready to go, darling?” asks a deep voice belonging to someone not named Lucy.
“Fuck yes I am. DON’T WAIT UP!!” she hustled out the door.
Tom leaned over and swore he got a glimpse of a fine Italian suit. Men’s suit. He sighed and headed back to his study, and stared at the stack of ungraded English essays from his students. With a heavy heart, he pulled out his phone to text. I am sorry, but I am going to have to cancel our Friday date again, princess. He set the phone down and waited for the response.
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Loki grinned as Jae came bouncing out of the apartment, closing the door before her husband or kids could see who was behind it.
“Ready for some fun, Jae? I’ve already booked us the VIP table at Marquee for later, and dinner tonight is sushi at Nakazawa.” Loki knew that would excite her. And she did not disappoint with an excited squeal and dance.
He put his arm around her, always loving the way her boots clacked on the sidewalk. It was a reminder of her spark, her fire. The light that had almost been extinguished by domestic “bliss” thanks to her wet towel of a husband and the child they accidentally made together over a decade ago.
Well, he did what he could to rectify her situation. Making sure she still got to enjoy all the finer things in life.
“I’m SO ready, Lucy.” She giggled a bit cruelly. Though who could blame her? “And I organized family dinner or Friday so Tom can’t go see his little ‘princess’… ugh, like I don’t know he’s not seeing ‘the boys’. What boys?! What FRIENDS, even?”
She laughed, and he joined her. Verbally beating down her husband was one of her favorite pastimes. He found it was best to let her release that pressure valve early in the night.
“Of course, darling. You deserve so much better…” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, grinning as she giggles and squeals. “And I plan to give it to you, husband or not.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek back, not caring they weren’t even out of the apartment building. Her father paid off all the employees, anyway. “And I plan on taking it.” She grinned and throws her head back as they climb into Loki’s black town car, heading off to dinner.
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Tom sighed as he glimpsed the town car pulled away from the building. “She could at least have the decency to walk around the block.” He muttered to himself. Just then, his phone buzzed.
THAT FUCKING BITCH! I swear, Tom, she does it on purpose! It’s like she knows exactly how to make our lives miserable.
A small smile crossed his face. He always enjoyed Maddie’s spirit. Her fire. It was one of her many qualities that made him fall in love with her. While his wife’s eyes reflected only contempt and disappointment, Madison’s shone with compassion and devotion. Their stolen pockets of time, clandestine dates at her cramped apartment in the Bronx, dinners at restaurants no one ever heard of; they were the lifeblood of the past four years for Tom.
Of course she knows, darling. That is the entire purpose of this. To make my life miserable. Why else would she force me to raise kids that are not mine?
It takes several minutes before his phone buzzed again.
I can’t, Thomas. I need to tell you something important. I was going to tell you in person. But since the hag won’t let that happen…
Tom inhaled sharply, and he shook, tears welling up in his eyes. This is it. She’s leaving. She has finally had it. His mind raced and what to say, how to cope.
I’m pregnant.
And with two words, Tom realized he had to get out.
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, just got inspired to write this small Drabble so I whipped it out! Hope to write more soon! Low key this may become another series or smth because I enjoyed writing it a lot and what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t have 5 wips? Also does anyone know how to do that “Read more” option for stories?
You gasped as Billy’s cock hit your cervix.
The man underneath you gave a deep grunt as he continued thrusting up into you.
Through your blissed out haze, you managed to watch as he shut his eyes together tightly and his nose scrunched as he rolled his hips deeper into you.
He said nothing, rutting into you ruthlessly, causing your head to rest on his shoulders.
Mr. Russo had been coming to you for your services for close to three months now. You remembered the first time you met the scarred mobster and he had bought you a drink. One drink turned into two, then two drinks turned into lingerie he loved to rip off of you. Then that turned into tips. Big tips that would pay your rent. He had claimed that you only had to worry about pleasing him, being at his beck and call.
You didn’t mind. He was nicer than your previous clients. He always made sure that you came before cumming himself and his once rough grip on your hips had become more gentle. More loving.
You screamed as the heavy door to his office swung open. And scrambled to get off of him.
“Ah ah ah.” His strong hands shoved you back into his cock and he gave you a devious smile. “Stay.” He looked over your shoulder at the person who had come in. “What?”
“Frank Castle paid a visit to the Haze.” Billy hummed in thought at the mention of his club.
“And?”
“He killed 10 men sir.” You heard the goon stammer as you stayed frozen where you were. Billy never let you listen into his work conversations. “He also uh… took those files you wanted.”
You felt him stiffen under you and saw him clench his hands tightly. “Bounce on my cock sweetheart.” He ordered gruffly.
“But he-“ You tried to gesture to the man behind you.
“Now.” His tone left no room for arguments so you slowly started to lift yourself up and down his cock.
“I’m assuming he got past the firewall. Well Micro did at least.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair.
You shuddered as you felt all of him shift inside you.
“We believe so.”
“We’ll have to move my plans up then. Prep the room. Then that’ll be all.” He waved his hand dismissively as watched with a smug smile as you fucked yourself on his length. “Good girl. Taking me so well. You always take me so well.” You closed your eyes and let your face relax into his hand as he cupped your cheek. He hadn’t praised you much before, and you had to take his affection in when you could get it.
You moaned as you felt yourself get closer to your release.
“You gonna cum baby? Do it, milk me sweetheart.” His breath sped up as and you saw his nose twitch the way it always did when he was close.
You came with a loud moan and leaned into the crook of his neck, shivering when you felt his balls twitch and warmth speed inside you.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily before Billy tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes. “You’ve been so good for me sweet girl, but things are gonna have to change.”
Your eyebrow raised in confusion. “I do’n understand.” You mumbled weakly.
“You will.” Your eyes shot open as you felt a sharp prick in the back of your neck and a numbness spreading throughout your entire body quickly.
“Wh- Billy why?” You whispered, only able to watch as he lifted you off of him and into his lap.
“He knows where you live.” He said bluntly. “Frank.” He explained. “He knows where you live. Probably already been there.” Your blood froze at the mention of the Punisher.
“I can’t lose you sweetheart. I tried not to get too attached, but you were just too sweet. Too perfect. I couldn’t just leave you out on the streets.”
You had no control over your limbs now, but your eyes darted to his hands as they reached for a drawer behind you and pulled out a silk robe.
“I’m gonna make sure you never have to live like that again. You’ll have everything you need here with me.” He gently picked up your arms and one by one, slid them into the cool fabric. “I never thought I deserved to be happy. To have a family.” He continued, knotting the tie around your waist. “But then I met you. You didn’t care about my face, or what I do, you know why?” He caressed your cheek again softly. “Because you’re too pure for this world.”
He laid a small kiss on your forehead as he continued and you felt darkness creep upon you. “I knew you’d never pick me, so I made an executive decision. I’m gonna keep you safe and happy.”
Your eyes fluttered closed as you caught one last snippet from his mouth. “Because I love you Y/n.”
This was wonderful! Even though this was drabble length there was so much story!! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you I loved writing it and it came out of nowhere in my head. Thinking about doing a part two.
Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, abuse of power, mentions of violence, blood kink, crying kink/dacriphylia, humiliation, oral. My tags are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Your brother is killed by rebels and you’re forced to flee the realm, but is your escape any better than staying? (Medieval AU)
‘Your homeland is in chaos. with the clothes on your back you flee to one of the neighboring kingdoms. Which place do you make your new home? King Steve, King Frank, King Tommy or King Peter ‘
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Prince Charming loves mirrors. Take care.
“Your brother is dead.”
Those words echo in your head as the wagon rumbles beneath you. It’s cold, muddy, foggy; a living evocation of your grief.
