with a firm grip on your jaw that forces you to unhinge
with fingers slipping between your lips and pressing down on your tongue until you open fully
pinching your nose closed so you open to catch a breath
using a spider gag (or a regulated open shape gag) to force your mouth open for any use and additional dose of humiliation as saliva drips down your chin....
Summary: Your morning routine is interrupted by the appearance of an unknown man and his crew.
Characters: Frank Adler, Curtis Everett
Pairings: Frank Adler x reader
W/C: 2,600
Warnings: violent acts (against reader and Curtis), knives, guns, threats of violence, brief captivity, gambling addition, mentions of alcohol abuse, dark!Curtis Everett, darkish!Frank Adler, Mob AU, Minors DNI
A/N: This one I am so excited for. special thanks to @krirebr for being an absolute champ and agreeing to read this before I posted. I really appreciate all your help in this! ❤️. As always likes, reblogs and asks are always encouraged!
It was a chilly morning in the trailer, you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders to keep the cold out. You sighed as you opened the cupboards to see them bare. Frank had been out again last night, and probably spent the grocery money on booze. It was becoming a problem.
You opened the shades to try and coax some heat into the trailer from the morning sun, although you weren't sure how much of a difference it would make. A bump alerted you to Mary waking up. You scrambled to try and find something to give her for breakfast, besides the cereal that was probably a little stale. You gave a little fist pump when you found something frozen fruit in the back of the freezer and tossed it in the blender.
Mary followed the buzzing to the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. "Where's Frank?" The poor kid loved her uncle, and he did everything he could for her, but he had been awful with money lately. You knew you needed to have a conversation with him, but were dreading the argument that would follow.
"I think he's still in bed," You gestured to the hallway, "Why don't you go brush teeth and get dressed, and I'll go wake him up so he can take you to school?"
"With all that racket, he's gonna be pissed." You heard Mary's mumble, which you were sure she meant for you to. Pursing your lips, you knew better than to react. Frank had been clear, you were not her parent.
You followed Mary's path and made a bee-line to yours and Frank's shared room. He was passed out still, the stale smell of beer and cigarette smoke hung in the air, despite him doing neither in the trailer last night. You held your breath as you nudged him awake, "Frank? Honey, you gotta get up, it's almost time to take Mary to school."
He let out a groan and buried his head under the pillow, "Ugh, already? I feel like I just fell asleep." His voice held the rasp of sleep, but also the dregs of a hangover. You massaged his shoulders gently before placing a kiss on his spine.
"I've got breakfast almost ready, want me to put some coffee on?" You murmured against his skin. He grunted a yes, and you stood to leave. "And take a shower before she smells you, its disgusting in here."
You huffed and pulled your makeshift shawl tighter around you as you made your way back to the kitchen. Mary was already sitting at the table, eating her cereal. You poured the blended fruit into a bowl and passed her a new spoon just in case.
"What is this?" Mary's nose wrinkled, you couldn't really blame her.
"We only had frozen fruit left, I'm going to the store later. Make sure you put what you want on the list before you leave, okay?" The coffee maker groaned away on the counter, and Frank finally made his appearance.
Mary's nose wrinkled again as Frank passed her, "You smell like crap." He glared at her, but ignored her in favour of coffee.
"Come on, Mary we're gonna be late." He filled a thermos with his coffee, and the two of them gathered their things to leave. Mary raced to his truck, yelling something about starting a new science experiment.
Frank wrapped his arms around you from behind. "I've got a few jobs lined up for today, I'll probably be home late." He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your head, and squeezed you once more.
You sighed as you settled into his embrace, soaking up his warmth. "I'm off today, so I'll grab some groceries and pick up Mary."
He hummed behind you, swaying you together. The quiet moment was only broken by the blaring of the horn from the truck and Mary yelling about being late. You chuckled and turned to Frank, "Don't keep her waiting, she'll kick your ass later."
Frank sighed and slipped some cash into your hand, your eyes growing wide. Before you could ask where he got the money, he gave you a long, slow kiss, that had your knees going weak. He squeezed you once more, and was out the door before you could ask anymore questions.
You stared around the now quiet and empty kitchen for a moment, deciding you could clean up the dishes later. You went to your room and stripped the bed, god booze must have been seeping from his pores. You were tempted to grab tongs to just put everything in the laundry bag. Gathering up the rest of the laundry from the bedroom, you made your way to Mary's room to gather hers, but a sound outside stopped you in your tracks.
There was a squeak of brakes that had you pausing. Frank's truck was loud, and he said he had jobs lined up. There was no way he was back already. As you made your way to the kitchen to investigate there was several loud bangs on the front door that had you jumping.
You took a moment to collect yourself before opening the door. When you did, any words of greeting left your mind immediately. Stood before you was a hard looking man. He had a shaved head and was thickly built. His cold blue eyes met yours, before peering over your shoulder subtly.
"This Frank Adler's place?" His voice was rough, like he didn't speak much. But his question had your stomach dropping. What had Frank done?
"Umm, sorry, but who are you?" You tried your best at firm, but it came out far weaker than you had intended, and you kicked yourself for that. Glancing past the man at your front door you saw a black SUV, with several other men standing around it.
"Everett." He said simply, as if that would answer all of your questions.
"Right," You said slowly, "And why are you looking for Frank?"
It seems your words were all the confirmation he needed, and before you could do anything he was pushing you back into the trailer, a hand over your mouth catching the scream before it could escape your throat. You struggled against him as he used his other arm to guide you back, his foot kicking the door closed.
"Hey!" His voice was low, almost more a growl, "I'm gonna move my hand now." His eyes, which has been so cold and lifeless before, burned with an intensity that had you standing stock still. "And I'm gonna ask you some questions, you're gonna answer, and then I'm gonna leave. Understood?"
You blinked at him slowly, still clearly in shock. He loosened his grip minutely, and you nodded slowly. "Good." His slowly withdrew his hand from your mouth, not travelling far though to grip at the crook of your jaw.
"Is Frank home?" You shook your head.
"Do you know where he is?" You shook your head again, and his grip tightened on your jaw, causing you to whine.
"No. He takes odd jobs, said he had a bunch today." Tears were welling in your eyes. You fought to keep them back, your last sign of defiance to the man who was holding your life in his hands. Just over Everett's shoulder you saw the landline, wishing you were closer.
Everett grunted, his head swivelled to where your gaze was locked. "You know what, that's a great idea. Why don't we give the man a call." You shook your head and batted at his arms as he dragged you across the room to the phone. Dread pooling in your stomach, what if he killed Frank?
You must have said the words aloud because Everett chuckled behind you now. His arms wrapped around you in a sick mirror of the way Frank had held you just before he left. His breath tickled your neck as he whispered his instructions. "Give him a call, tell him to come home. I won't kill him, he won't be able to get me my money then."
Your hands shook as you reached for the phone, nearly dropping it. Everett tsk'd behind you, his grip on your waist tightened. "Shhhh, just calm down and dial the number. Tell him there's an emergency and he needs to come home. Now." He smoothed your hair, in what would be a calming gesture, but just felt more threatening.
You dialled the number quickly, the tension coming off the man behind you telling you more than his softly spoken words. After a couple rings, Franks annoyed voice came across the line. "Babe, what's up? I told you I have couple jobs lined up. Drop off with Mary took longer than normal, so I'm already running late."
Even though his tone was cross, comfort flooded through you at his voice. "I.." you gulped trying to get the words out. You felt the man behind you squeeze again in warning. "You need to come home." You could hear the tears in your voice. The panic in your breathing. You were praying Frank heard it too.
"Babe? What happened?" You heard Frank's truck roar as he pressed the accelerator.
"Please, just come home." You gave up and let yourself sob into the line.
"I'm coming, okay? Don't hang up." You could hear the panic set into Frank's voice now. "I'm not far, ten minutes."
Before you could sob out a response, Everett yanked the phone away from your ear. A shrill scream of "FRANK" left your lips before his hand was back over your mouth, dulling the sound. Something about this attack, and Frank's imminent approach had you fighting against your attacker. You bit down hard on the hand covering your mouth. Your hands scratching and hitting every inch you could reach. He grunted before finally throwing you over his shoulder, and marching towards the bedroom.
He tossed you on the bed, grabbing a pair of your panties from the laundry bag and shoving them in your mouth. He held his hand over top before securing your wrists with one Frank's belts. It was then you saw the gun on his hip, and the flash of a blade in his hand. Your movements instantly stopped, tear tracks lining your face. Everett chuckled before clapping your cheek with the hand you had bitten, his blood mixing with your tears.
"Be quiet." The words were whispered hoarsely, his nose nearly touching yours as he moved into your personal space. His minty breath ghosting over your face. "We're gonna sit here and wait for the man of the house to get home."
You shivered at the thought of this man being close to you, maintaining some kind of intimacy with you. He patted your cheek one last time and climbed on the bed behind you, scooting you back until he rested on the headboard. His one arm draped across yous stomach, while the other pulled the gun from his hip. You couldn't stop the whimper that bubbled in your throat.
"Don't worry, we're just gonna scare him a little." His lips grazed your cheek, the sharp stubble of his beard painful to your tear swollen cheek.
The two of you sat in silence waiting for Frank. Everett making sure to keep the gun in your sight line at all times. As each moment dragged on you felt your anxiety build until you felt like you were ready to burst. Just as you felt a new wave of tears building, you heard the road of Frank's truck and it skid to a stop outside the trailer.
You heard him yelling your name as the front door slammed open. You sucked in a breath and heard the man behind you shush. Despite his warning a sob ripped through you, which had Frank running to the room. Everett raised the gun to point directly at Frank's chest, and you sobbed harder. A warning squeeze around your middle had you quieting down.
Frank's hands immediately shot up, "Everett. What- she's got nothing to do with this." Frank was looking past you to the man behind you. You felt him shrug casually, his thumb stroking the exposed skin between your shirt and your sweatpants. "I told you, I'll have the money soon. With interest."
You blanched at Frank's words. The cash he had slipped you this morning, it was still in your pants pocket.
Everett hummed, "That's why you took another loan last night?" Your vision swam with anger now. How could he have not told you. You could have gotten a second job, picked up more shifts, anything would have been better than this. "You're lucky, it was one of the new kids working. But I think you knew that."
He abruptly swung the gun under your chin, and your sob echoed around the trailer. "Here's what's gonna happen." His face was pressed close to yours again and you squeezed your eyes shut, "I'll be back tomorrow, and you're gonna pay me $500."
Frank stuttered out excuses across the room. Everett stood from behind you, and you watched as he crossed the room to Frank. "$500." He tapped the barrel of the gun against Franks chin and glanced back at you.
Everett stalked toward the front door, leaving you and Frank staring at each other from across the room. Once the door slammed close, he was dashing to you. He undid the belt around your wrists, and gingerly pulled the underwear from your mouth. You sobbed as everything that had happened hit you. He pulled you into his lap and you buried your face in his neck.
Frank whispered to you, his tone soft and soothing. It felt like hours before you could calm yourself down enough to let him go. He left the room for only a few moments and returned with a washcloth and a glass of water. He cleaned the tears and blood from your swollen cheeks.
You gripped the front of his shirt, your eyes pleading. "Frank, you need to tell me the truth." He hung his head unable to meet your eyes. "How much?"
You whispered the words, but with the silence in the room, you knew he heard you. "Five grand."
You sucked in a breath. A few extra shifts would never cover that. "Okay." You stood and grabbed a towel from the laundry bag. "Mary can't know about this. I'll take her out tomorrow, and you call me once he's gone."
You turned to Frank, his soulful eyes pleading with you. "I don't want to be around that man ever again."
"I'm so sorry babe." He held a hand out to you as he stood and you fell into his arms. Your own falling to his waist.
"You tell me when it's bad Frank. Or this doesn't work." You whispered the words as you laid your head on his shoulder. "We'll find a way to get the money, and then we'll leave."
Frank nodded above you, his arms wound tightly around you. You pulled out the bills he had handed you this morning, and peeled out just enough for groceries and handed him the rest back. "You go, work on your jobs. I'm gonna go hang out with Roberta until you get home."
He pulled you back, his hands on your shoulders, crouching slightly to get on your level. "Are you sure?"
You could see the sincerity in his eyes. The worry, the shame, the guilt, they were all there. You cupped his cheek and stroked his beard with your thumb. "We need the money."
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ahh thank you so much for this prompt, Siri!!! the Shameless Hoe Fairy has given me more inspiration than i expected, and this prompt gave me three very different ideas, so i figured i'd do a poll!
the ideas:
mob underboss!Curtis Everett x journalist!reader - you're trying to take down Curtis's boss and the two of you form a tentative alliance, one that he insists on christening with a bj. dirty, mean smut.
Lloyd Hansen x pixie!reader - you're a pixie who loves to make mischief for our favorite mustachioed man, but he catches you and cages you and makes you his own personal sex toy. supernatural smut (potentially with a fully pixie-sized reader, i haven't decided yet so if you vote for this option, please weigh in!)
Steve Rogers x Avengers!reader - you win a game of air hockey against Steve at the Coney Island arcade, and as the loser, he has to go skinny dipping in the ocean—and you eventually join him. sweet smut ensues!
street car racer bf Curtis listening to you complain about how much more attention he gives his car than you
hed happily dirty up his car (with your cum, his cum, your drool and tears) And then while you're fucked out and napping he slooooowly cleans up his mess 🫠🫠
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one hand on the wheel, foot to the floor, maintaining control of the car while he has two fingers curling in your cunt, “still gonna whine about my cars, sugar?” B R U H
bestie. that man would enjoy strapping you down to a table, gloved hands roaming your body, poking and prodding, feather light touches that make your mind turn to mush. he’d also be sick with it, needles, scalpels, various instruments that make you squirm and writhe against the metal table GOOD BYE
