Summary: From the moment both yours and Steve's parents died in the same car crash, you two had a bond that could not be broken. Growing up as foster siblings with the Barnes family only amplified that bond, and feelings. But where does love and obsessive possession meet? And can you ever have a relationship that isn't dependent on your brother?
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â death of a parent, implied depression, mentioned taboo relationship, mention physical violence, possessiveness, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, sex at a party, sex with an audience, creampie, tears, feeling used, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5K
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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
Cold.
Itâs the first memory you recall after that night. Everything was just so cold. A deep pit settles in your stomach as you remember Winnifred Barnes sitting in front of you and Steve and telling you there was an accident. All four had passed.
And then cold. Dark cold.
Everything becomes blank and distant when you lose the two people that were supposed to take care of you, and be there with you forever. You lost track of the time after you went to live with the Barnesâ. They had a daughter your age, and a son his age.
Him.
You can remember him before the accident even though you choose to forget. But itâs the after that strikes you with the most fervent of comfort. Bucky and Becca didnât understand. They wake up every day to their mother and father, while you and him are left orphans.
Steve is a warmth you needed during that time. Lying in a bed and in a room all your own. Painting pillows with your saline trails, while you beg for a different outcome than what had happened. They never should have gone on that trip to rekindle a dying friendship. They had told you that the Rogersâ and Barnesâ were their best friend, and you didnât even know their children. Until him.
Steve had a beautiful face that was almost painful to look at. Being at the age where you started to notice the opposite sex, and he was the epitome of every annoying fluttering butterfly in your belly. He wasnât a celebrity or a god, he was the boy next door. The one of your dreams. But with the death of both your parents you found that you just wanted to be left alone. Cry alone.
Everyone looked at you with pity that you couldnât stand. You spent exhaustive days trying to ignore that aching in your gut that would never go away. The dead just didnât come back to life, so you had to cope with the pain forever. Alone forever.
Until that very night when your door creaks open. It wasnât uncommon for people to barge into your personal space and ask you how you were doing. But Steve didnât. His pre-teen feet carried him over to your bed and he laid behind your shivering body. He didnât touch you at first.
It isnât until you hear him sniffle that you realize he was crying the same as you were. Turning to your other side you stare at the face that you thought would never break. A face you swore would be the most beautiful thing for the entirety of his life. But now his face is turned up into a broken scowl and his tears create tracks of emotional pain that no one could understand. But you did.
It was in those moments of Steve coming to lay in the bed with you that a bond was created that could never be broken. You trusted him with you soul because he trusted you with his vulnerability. He didnât crack in front of the others. He went on smiling and carrying on with his life, while you had been so cold, and distant from emotions.
But with his breath fanning out over your tear soaked cheeks you finally feel warmth for the first time in months. Like the very air that he breathed into your face was bringing you back to life, and you didnât realize how grateful you were to have someone to share in this pain before you let out a strangled breath, and he wraps an arm around you pulling you into his body.
You let the pent up sounds you had been stifling roar as your face presses up against his chest, and your body heaves with an uncontrollable shudder. Parents arenât supposed to die when their children still need raising. But alas, you and Steve were orphans set to live in a home you hadnât visited prior to their trip.
âAll we have is each other. My dad said that they were hoping you and I could heal their relationship,â those words stuck to you like super glue to your heart. Your dad had mentioned something similar. The Barnesâ and Rogersâ stayed in touch while your family was left to live alone. Mentioning something about how they wanted to keep the families close by wishing their children would end up together to create a new league of friendship.
Your mom assured you it was drunk old men talking out of their ass, and yet he still kept you away from âtheirâ boys. And away from him. He was still a boy himself, but he was changing. And you did find him attractive. But the two of you were now forever seared into each other's lives in the most painful and pitiful way.
âIâll protect you,â whispers before he kisses the top of your head. You didnât think it qualifies as a first kiss. But if there was anything that would take your mind off the death of your parents, you would seize it. Hold it tight to your heart so you don't have to feel so much pain. And thatâs what Steve was. Your distraction. Your light in this dark room. His sunny features and bright eyes held the same turmoil that yours did.
But you had each other.
You tilt your head back as you rake the mascara wand through your lashes. Looking into the mirror to make sure there arenât any clumps before you toss the tube into a badly stained makeup bag. Grabbing up your friendâs perfume to spritz a few sweetly sprays onto your body before she looks into the bathroom.
âSteve just text you,â she gives you an eye roll before you walk over to your phone. It was a Friday night, so it was a given he would text you. Even if a part of you hoped he wouldnât. âYou going to answer his call?â
âI always do,â you respond with a flat voice as you text a question of an address back to your brother.
âWe had plans,â you turn back to look at her confused. What exactly were your plans? Walk along the train tracks while you drown yourself in cheap beer? Try to step closer to the river that you both feared and loved? Or maybe use you try to get her into one of the parties that Steve was always telling you to meet him at.
âBut I guess our plans are nothing compared to what Steve wants,â she doesnât form it as a question, but you want to answer her all the same. People didnât understand yours and Steveâs relationship, nor did you want to explain it. You were fused together by a tragic accident, tears, and something a bit more salacious than a brother and sister should be doing.
âHeâs your brother,â itâs how everyone referred to you and Steve, and even you and Bucky.
âNot by birth.â
âYeah, but you grew up in the same house. And now that he doesnât live there itâs like he needs your undivided attention, and only when he needs it. You realize that, right? He never comes here when you call him,â you shrug your shoulders. You never asked. Your needs were met the moment yours and Steveâs skin touched. You didnât need him in the way that he needed you.
But he needs you right now, so you will give yourself up to him. Of all the times that he was there for you, offering up your comfort is the least you could do. âWhat have you and Steve done? Iâve heardâŚâ she pauses, trying to choose her words carefully. Anytime someone questions Steveâs intentions you are always quick to get angry and defensive.
âWhat makes you think weâve done anything?â
She stares up at you through her lashes before laying down on your bed, and pulling open the top drawer, âBirth control pills.â
âPrevention. You really shouldnât be such a prude and judge a woman for wanting to do her part in protecting herself against unwanted pregnancies. So thatâs what you think? Steve and I are doing something because of contraceptives?â
âWhat happened to Tommy? That boy that got his ass beat for just looking at you? Him and Bucky beat him so bad he wound up in the hospital.â
âHe didnât just look at me, he touched me. Thatâs what brothers do.â
âItâs not just Steve you're offering your body to, is it?â Another text from Steve gives you an address, and you donât have time to deal with her. Shutting it down and not talking about it was best. âAt least just tell me if your a virgin or not.â
âIâm a senior in high school.â
âThatâs not a damn answer. Youâve never had a boyfriend or any man thatâs ever been around you. Just them,â you roll your eyes. Going to grab up your bag. She could stay if she wanted. Or go down the hall to Beccaâs room. You knew the two of them talked, even if your foster sister barely glanced at you. Your relationship with her was avoiding eye contact.
âMy brother says that they pass you around at parties.â
âSteve would never allow another man to touch me.â
âNot others,â getting off the bed she goes to stand in front of the door, blocking your exit. Steve even sent you an hourglass with the address. He is in a bad way, and you had to get to him. âJust the two of them.â
âWhy do you even care?â
âBecause you wonât even tell me.â
âAdrian, please move. My brother is about to have a mental breakdown,â reluctantly she moves out of the way. Stepping out of the bedroom to watch you walk out the door. She was making you waste too much time. You have long thought that Steve even had a tracker on your phone. He knew exactly when you left and how long it took.
âHeâs always having a mental breakdown. Piece of shit,â she grunts before taking a glance down to Beccaâs room. It wasnât just her brother that had questions and thoughts about you and your âbrothersâ. Becca pitied you. Hated you in a way because you were oblivious to whatever fucked up triangle that you had found yourself in.
Your figure waltzes through the front door of this house party, and almost like in the movies, it goes quieter. The guys that are there turn and look the opposite way or even glance down at the floor. Anything but towards you. Not while Steve is here. If he wasnât here, you would be a feast to them.
Steve and Bucky had shielded you from the true thoughts of the people they hung around. They always have. One set of silvery blue eyes looks up at you through a haze of smoke and dilated pupils. Giving you a closed mouth smile before exhaling another puff of the putrid joint he was passing around. âYouâre late,â his glossy eyes crinkle as he chuckles.
He points down the hallway, and you make your way m to Steve. âYour funeral, Rio,â he laughs before his lips close around the blunt, and he takes a deep inhale.
The second that the door closes behind you, Steveâs pulling you into his body as his hands pull and rip at your clothes. His teeth and lips make work of whatever skin he can get exposed. Not bothering to mess with his own clothes while he gets you completely naked, and leans you over the bathroom counter.
His fingers diddle around with his zipper before he spits into his hand. Running it through your folds as he moans, âGood girl,â his voice growls out before he crashes his cock deep into your core. Meaty hands grip to your hips as he pounds into you at alarming pace. Pushing himself even deeper with every thrust, and the two of you meld together again.
Thereâs this magic bond that you created with Steve a few years ago. And maddening and agitated Steve was near impossible to cope with, until you asked him what you could do to help. This was his suggestion. The two of you becoming one in a sinful depraved ceremony of using your body to calm his anger. And it worked. For a day or so.
There was a time when Steve stopped coming into your bed. He quit holding you at night. Keeping you warm and chasing away the bad interfering thoughts of your parents death. The coldness had returned, and you didnât know how to make it go away without Steve.
So when this was his suggestion, you agreed without hesitating. You need Steve just like he needs you. Being with him was just right. While the warm glow of your relationship was gone, it was replaced with a roaring fire. The type of fire that stings and is out of control. But it is beautiful the more you look at it. Even though the flames can lash out and leave scars that imbed in your skin, you crave it. Fear it. And love every second of it on your body.
That was Steve.
He was as dangerous as he was beautiful. But the old comforting feeling of having him close was worth the bit of torment he gave you. Lifting you up from the countrop, he forces you to look at the rippling of your body with every stab he does into you. Makes you see how your exposed to him, while his clothes and body shield you from really seeing him. His guard had been up since the few years you werenât close, and now you desired it more than anything.
âLook at you, Ri. Look at how fucking beautiful you look filled with me. Where do you feel me?â Your hand shakily rubs over your belly, and Steveâs mouth attaches to your neck. Suckling and nipping at your skin with a chuckle. âOf course you do. Thatâs where youâre supposed to feel me. Iâm the only one who reaches into the depths of your soul and feels your darkest secrets. Because I am you, and you are me.â
He was in so many ways. The two of your souls were as one when your parents perished together. Your broken pieces were sewn together, and you were now one unit. Working as one piece together in fucked up harmony.
His hands move to your tits and he kneads them with a fury and anger that makes slick pool at your core. Moving to your nipples, and he pinches them harshly. Having to bite at your lip to keep yourself quiet. Steve tsks you, biting on your shoulder as he peers at your reflection. âDonât. Show them just who you belong to. Let them know what sick fucks we are for entertaining the most lewd thoughts of our minds. Who fucks you, Rio?â
âSteve Rogers.â
âWho owns you?â
âYou.â
âProve it,â you scream out as your nerve endings set on fire, and pleasure lights up every part of your skin. Coming so hard over his cock that you become visually impaired for a moment. Needing a second to catch your breath but he goes harder. Faster. Your screams come out as garbled goop as you reach the precipice of another high. Stinging pain that makes your brain shut up.
Blackness. Pure pleasure. And the most brilliant warmth that you wish you could bottle up and keep it for when you need.
âAhh, fuck,â he screams. Pulling himself out of you before he pushes you back onto the counter. Pumping his slicked up cock in his hand before streams of his cum paint your back. Warmth. âFuck me. You're gorgeous like this,â you hum in satisfaction, and he leans over to pull your split apart. âFuck yeah. Now that is a sight to behold. You know what this looks like?â
âLike you belong there,â you're buzzing with the warmth of post coitous. The tender look that Steve throws your way makes it even better and you sway your hips at him again. âAndâŚâ
âHe only gets you on loan when I say so,â he gives your swollen pussy lips a smack before standing up. Reaching into a drawer for a washcloth before he wets it with warm water to clean up his mess. Warmth.
âThanks for coming here. I needed you,â throwing the washcloth in a hamper, he grabs up your clothes, starting to dress you with much more tender hands than earlier. His agitation was sated for now.
âDid you get in a fight?â
âSomething like that,â he shrugs his shoulder, pulling up your mini skirt. âI donât like when you wear things like this around these people.â
âI thought,â you huff. It was only last weekend he told you he wanted easier access to his serenity. âYou told me to wear skirts.â
âYeah, but nowâŚseeing you in this and around these people. Iâd kill someone if they looked at you.â
âDonât say that,â you tilt his chin up to look at you. Cupping his cheek as you pet around his beard. âI only want you.â
âAnd those sick fuckers only want you, so donât ask.â
âUh! But,â you stomp your foot, and he swats at your thigh. Moving you over to sit on the closed toilet while he leans up against the door. âSteve!â
âI donât want you around them.â
âBut you can fuck me around them?â
âItâs not like Iâve got you laid out on the table while everyone watches me fuck into your tight cunt,â rolling your eyes, you giggle a moment before reaching for your shoes, âYou nasty bitch. You want that?â
âEveryone knows weâre fucking, Steve. They all talk about it. Put on a grand show, and actually claim me in front of the whores that all want your dick. I can be possessive, too,â his reaches out a hand to you, and you take it. Weaving your fingers in his. Warmth. âI can be.â
âI know you can. Soon. Graduate sooner, then maybe you can hang out with us. Itâs a bit weird talking about my high school sister being at a party like this.â
âBut I am at a party like this. And your high school sister is in the bathroom with you because you fucked her stupid. Wanna see?â
âYeah, I always wanna see your pussy,â pulling up your skirt, you spread your legs. Watching with a wanton expression as he gazes upon the hole he stretched out. âIt wouldnât look good for the salutatorian of her class to be caught drinking and fucking me at a party. Imagine what the school would say. Iâm protecting you,â whatever. You didnât want to argue with him. You wanted to sit on his lap with his friends. Hold him while he lazily smoked a joint. Anything but going back home to Becca.
âAnd start wearing panties, would ya?â He playfully says as he backs out of the bathroom. âLove you, Rio.â
âYou, too, Steve. Gimme a moment?â He nods his head before closing the door behind him, and you stand to look at yourself in the mirror. The high was quickly fading, especially with that conversation. You wondered how long his high from your body lasted. Hoping he would climb in your bedroom tonight. High and drunk and just wanting to hold you like he used to.
Steve gives a glance to Bucky, nodding his head before he walks out of the party completely. Bucky was allowed, but he didnât like seeing it or being privy to it. He wanted to ignore it, and pretend it never happened. But Bucky was in some type of way after a girl dumped him. He needed something familiar, and it didnât happen often.
Bucky waits until you emerge from the bathroom, walking out to the car without giving any of the people in the party a second glance. Steve would be proud. He gives a wink over to one of Steveâs least liked person, Johnny, before heâs jogging outside to get to you before you get in your car.
âRi,â you gulp as you turn back to look at him. Spreading your legs like it is a command, and his mouth attaches to your own, and his fingers immediately go up your skirt. Giving no time at all before entering to fingers into your juicy cunt, and spears you on his fingers.
His tongue tastes the flavor of your orange gum. Fighting for dominance of your mouth, and leaving you breathless before he pulls away too quickly. Kissing down your back as he starts to get to his knees, and you lean forward a bit more. He yanks up your dress, rucking it up at your hips before he buries his face in your ass.
Tongue assaulting your hole like he was born to do it. Desperate for more than just his tongue, but taking whatever it is heâll give you. Ignoring the people who once ignored you when Steve was here, but now theyâre gathering on the porch whistling, and egging Bucky on, until heâs back on his feet.
Whipping his cock out he presses into you slowly, and you turn to look at only him. âDonât worry about them, baby,â you werenât. Steve was chaotic tonight, but Bucky is slower, more rhythmic and you melt with his ministrations. âYeah, this is what you need, huh?â
It really was. You need to come down from your high, and what a way to be set back down to reality than achingly slow thrusts that are deep. The last two inches fast and sharp right where you need it. Slowly dragging himself out before itâs snapped back into your warmth. No screaming is needed, but you squirm. Moaning at how good it makes you feel.
âYou always take care of us, Ri.â
âI always will,â the care breaks a moment, and he pauses looking at you. âUse me,â seconds flash between you, but it feels like hours. Bucky was always sweet, and you wondered if he ever wanted that rush feeling of just getting off. âItâs okay.â
âYouâre not a sex doll,â he coos, picking up his pace, but never losing control. âYou're our sister.â
âYou donât love me like a sister.â
âI love you more,â your dam breaks, and your walls come crashing down. Not just your velvet walls that milk Bucky, but the ones surrounding your need to be loved. Lavishing in all of it that Steve and now Bucky were giving you. They didnât love anyone the way that they loved you, and the way that you loved them was entirely too special to put into words much less talk about.
âFuckfuckfuckfuck,â he grunts out. His rhythm becoming messy. âYouâre perfect, Rio. So perfect for us,â crowding your body with his, you feel his heat bloom in your stomach, and your left panting, staring back at him with an open mouth, âI couldnât help it.â
Steve was going to be pissed. Bucky had one rule, and he blew it all inside your pussy. âItâll be our secret,â you didnât keep secrets from Steve. Bucky knows this. âJust clean yourself up as soon as you get home,â he breathily says, pulling up his pants.
He walks up the stairs with an eat shit grin and wiping his mouth as everyone oohs him, and youâre left to leave. Worrying about Buckyâs âaccidentâ as you drive to the place. Hoping to get just a bit closer, knowing it wouldnât be close enough to wash away the sins of the night. Living in both heaven and hell, and wanting something more than warmth.
Johnny peeks through the trees, hating that the ground was dry and his feet have him clambering around like an ogre. You didnât even flinch anymore if he found you out by the river. You sit stoically still waiting on him to sit beside you in a silent fortitude. He rarely even said anything to you. And he figured thatâs why you kept letting him join you.
A secret oath that neither of you spoke out loud. He didnât fear your brothers, but feared more what they would do to you if they knew about his sittings with you. He sits down beside you on the cold dry leaves, never looking at you. Keeping his eyes on the quick rush of the water you feared, and longed for. He didnât ask you why you came out here, and didnât tell anyone.
With a sigh from you, he side eyes your face, noticing the dried black tears that are still on your face. A girl no one saw outside of her brothers, and one he couldnât ever ignore. âWhy do you follow me here?â You wipe away the stains of mascara on your face to no avail, wishing you could walk over and dip your hands into the water, but you donât.
âWhy do you come out here?â Heâs never so much as spoken to you before, and you didnât think he would. And then it was that question. You shrug your shoulders, looking back at the rushing water. âYou donât have to tell me. Why do you let them do it?â
âTheyâre myâŚitâs complicated,â you didnât owe anyone any explanations.
âStart with the river. Rio. Itâs a river.â
âYouâre widely observant. Iâm glad you know that Rio is a river, you want to tell me what state itâs in, too?â He actually touches you as he shrugs his shoulder on you, and you turn to gawk at him.
âIâm sorry I have a dick and touched your precious skin made of glass, princess,â you actually laugh, and it reaches your eyes. âYou do smile. So whatâs the deal with the river since you donât want to talk about your âbrothersâ.â
âDonât use that in quotes like that. You just donâtâŚthe river,â you change the subject quickly. The dynamic between you and your brothers, especially Steve is so sacred you didnât have words to describe it. Youâd rather talk about when things escalated. The river.
âThis river touches the back of our property. Itâs deeper there. The water rushes faster, and thereâs rapids. Itâs a great sound to fall asleep to. Steve and Bucky had a rope swing on a tree that could get us across without getting hurt. It scared me. I canât swim,â Johnny completely turns to look at you, and you shy away.
Keeping your eyes directly on the moving water as you recount that day. âBecca and I wanted to get to the other side. Bucky had joked that we wouldnât make it. She did. And then it was my turn. Oddly enough the rope broke,â your words come out so clinical. Every word is sharp on your tongue and it leaves a horrid taste in your mouth.
âIf that wasnât enough I hit my head on a rock in the river. Steve and Bucky were outside and had to run down the river to get me. When Steve pulled me out he said my body felt like ice, and there was a blue hue to me. I hate being cold, and I was frozen. He did everything to bring me back, and all I remember is staring at his face. His head was blocking the sun, and he had this halo around him.â
He had been literally shrouded in warmth in that moment, and you clung to him. Your crying was so loud that the neighbors were rushing out to you. Watching as you scrambled into your brotherâs arms and you held him like a lifeline. Steve had saved your life in so many ways. First he saved you mentally. And then he saved you physically from the icy cold water.
âHis heartbeat was so fast, but it was there. People donât have to get me and Steve. Our relationship isnât for them,â you say with finality. âI know people think itâs weird, but weâre one being. Souls that were forged together in tragedy after tragedy. The only constant thing I have had has been him.â
âWhy does he make you cry?â You shake your head no, but he reaches towards your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. âIâve come out here long enough to know he does.â
âNot being with him the way I want to kills me,â thereâs many things Johnny could say about Steve. But his loyalty to you paled in comparison. The only reason another man even touched you is because Steve allowed it. But of course your brother would never mention the other women to you.
âLove isnât dramatic.â
âWhat do you know of love, Storm?â
âLook at your relationship with Steve like the river. It has its beauty, but itâs volatile and dangerous. It rushes through things devouring whatever is in its path. But think about a calm beach. Right at the edge just where the waves crash on you. Pulling out your worries and sins into the ocean, and you live in peace.â
âThe ocean also kills,â Johnny shrugs his shoulders. He wasnât going to further explain when you didnât want to retain anything he said. âI should get home. I need to shower. This never happened.â
âIt never does, Rio,â the name Steve insisted on calling you since that day. A rebirth, and he wanted you to revel in the changes that a near death experience can give. âTake care of you,â he knows you wonât. Your biggest concern was taking care of the needs of a crazed man. One that would rather see you rot as he destroys everything inside of you, and only because you feel an allegiance to him. Making you completely compliant to his every need. What a grand love that is.
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Ransom watches Charlie run around the backyard. Her little legs look like a blur as she flails her arms around, letting out a yell of gibberish. Sheâs so tiny with such a huge personality, and a bit excited about her visitor that is only coming to see her and Maeve, so she says. He sighs, taking a look at his watch before heâs looking back at the tiny girl.
âWhat cha waiting on, Ranny?â Bucky teases, but Ransom swats a hand on his arm. âYou got it bad. The sex that good?â
âNo,â he answers flatly, still watching Charlie. Sex just hadnât happened, and he didnât even feel like he needed it. Just you. Eventually it will happen.
âYouâre hoping itâll get better?â Ransom looks towards his best friend and teammate, narrowing his eyes as he shakes his head no. âIâm not sure I follow here, brother.â
âShe doesnât have sex unless she knows itâs love,â Buckyâs mouth falls agape, but his wife playfully smacks his head before placing Nixon in his lap. âWhat?â
âRan, I think thatâs sweet. At least you know â well, you know,â Ransomâs brows furrows as he looks at the woman confused. âI mean that sheâs not just jumping into this. She likes you, and you like her. And you know where you both stand, and youâre not letting anything physical get in between the two of you, and youâre not already bored with her,â Ransom doesnât want anyone thinking less of you. Heâs seen the media. He knows youâve had various boyfriends, and he knows what everyone thinks. Clearly itâs not what he knows.
âSheâs exciting though. I donât like that her tour is taking her away from me, but itâs almost finished,â he looks back towards the little girl who had lost none of her energy. Opening and closing his mouth while he wonders if he should think out loud, or just vocalize what heâs thinking.
A whirlwind. Thatâs what the two of you have been. It had been somewhat difficult to keep the budding romance secret, but your team did everything possible for you to spend actual time together. And if you were overseas, it has to be FaceTime. Interference with his season was keeping him from going to you, but he would, as soon as the season was finished.
âIâve never put this much time in a relationship, and Iâve never been more scared to take something public, while also wanting to protect whatever this is,â Buckyâs wife tilts her head to the side, placing a hand on her husbandâs thigh. âI wanna show her off, but our time right now is special. Itâs ours.â
âYour such a typical man.â
âHey!â Bucky protests,
âItâs not a bad thing. Ransom is just feeling some type of way because he canât let everyone see how happy he is, and who is making him happy. Ran, have you been listening to the game commentary? They know youâre happy. Youâre playing better now than you ever have, and the Pats are set to winâŚâ
âAHHH!â Both men scream, putting their hands over their ears. Giggling, Nixon joins in, and even Charlie stops running around to copy everyoneâs movement. She had almost said win the Super Bowl, and itâs something neither men liked to say out loud. âItâs bad luck to say that, babe!â
âYou two and your superstitions.â
âShh! Mama, do you hear that?â The adults all freeze, but Ransom jumps up quickly. Jogging towards the gate because he knows that sound. That sound means you. âDaddy, can I say it?â He nods, and Charlie starts chuckling. Covering her hand with her mouth, trying to peak through the gate to see Ransom pick you up, and spin you around. âYep, heâs got it so bad. Can she have a slumber party again? Can she sleep in my bed again? But instead of Ranny can I sleep in there? CanâŚâ
âCharlie, shh, she really needs to try sleeping in a bed that isnât a twin size princess bed,â her mother whispers, giving a look back to you and Ransom sweetly kissing before sheâs watching her giggly daughter. Hoping Charlie doesnât watch too long when you and Ransom deepen the kiss.
âHe really likes her, mama. Look it, theyâre still kissing,â she gives a point over to the two of you, and has to look away quickly.
âCharlotte Barnes, would you stop,â Bucky snickers, shaking his head at Nixon, but Charlie couldnât be contained. Dropping her whole body on the ground in a fit of laughter. âYou two, no. Now Nixie is gone, too. You three are rude. Itâs sweet.â
âDaddy, sing that K.I.S.S.I.N.G song again!â
âDonât you dare, Bucky! Charlie, you keep it up, and Ransom isnât going to bring her over here anymore,â Charlie sits up a bit. Trying to contain her laughter as much as her little body can, but then she looks to see you jumping in Ransomâs arms. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, continuing the kissing.
âCan they breathe?â Buckyâs head falls back, and he howls in laughter, and the little girlâs chuckles begin again. Itâs like a cycle between her and her dad. She just says what Bucky wonât.
âYouâre ridiculous. Iâm surprised you havenât brought Maeve out of her hole with this incessant â hey, guys,â you bite your kiss swollen lips, and place your other hand on Ransomâs arm. Fully sinking into him. You didnât think about the Barnesâ already being out here, and judging by the laughter they saw you and Ransom in just a tiny makeout session. You missed him, and missed his lips.
âHey, itâs okay. Charlieâs used to seeing people kissing, huh, sister?â Her mom gives you a reassuring smile. Her and Bucky have been together forever, of course she saw them kissing.
âNot like that. Daddy, do you think some football man is going to pick me up and squeeze my butt like that?â Oh my god! Your cheeks fire up in embarrassment and you hide your face completely in Ransomâs arm. His meaty hand presses against your temple in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks, but you feel the rumble of a laugh in his chest. âYou do know what a butt is for, right, Ranny?â
âYes, Charlie, I know that butts are for pooping.â
Bucky clears his throat, as he stands up, saying your name with a friendly nod, âSomeone else is very excited to see you again, arenât ya, Nixie boy?â
âHow did,â you never know how to approach the subject of Nixonâs legs. Strong little baby with no movement from his knees down. You could see the pain in Bucky and Sargeâs eyes over their littlest love not being able to walk yet. âI mean itâs not my business, but I â Iâve been thinking about him. And,â Ransom gives the hand heâs holding a slight squeeze, and you stop speaking. Waiting on his parents to clue you in on his latest surgery.
âHe still doesnât seem to have feeling in those legs, huh, Nixie. But he will. Weâre going to see him running around like Charlie one day soon. You can hold him again,â just like last time, his nose scrunches up into the sweetest little smile until you reach forward, and pull him out of Buckyâs arms, and into your own. âThere, now the men canâŚâ
âStart up the grill, Bucky Barnes. Donât stand there acting you think the women are going to do the work. I know our babies are hungry, and Iâm sure you are, too. Where did you travel from?â Leave it to Sarge to make sure the men arenât sitting around âwatchingâ the children while you and her cook.
âThe last stop was Italy. Iâve got a few days off.â
âAnd she chose to spend it with us. Weâll play with the kids, you two men can cook,â she wiggles a finger towards you, and you follow her over to the furniture. Slyly looking back at Ransom with a smile. They didnât treat you like anything but human here. The girls even felt more comfortable around you. âBucky also makes a delicious margarita. Drink as many as you like, and weâll make sure you and Ransom get home.â
âOh, um â well,â you didnât fully trust yourself alone with Ransom. At least with a pink canopy above your head you could let the hormones rage, and still want to talk with him all night long.
âCharlieâs princess bed still has your name on it. Just make sure you sneak in there after sheâs snuck out, okay?â Nodding your head, you give Nixon a quick smooch to his chunky cheeks before you sit down with her, and you realize why she designed her backyard like this. Perfect view of the tall men, and of Charlie who dances around with her ribbon. Putting on a show for you, so you didnât have to perform. Being with the Barnes just felt like that. No performance. Just you.
Thereâs something peaceful about this family. Theyâre normal, but completely get the public persona. They keep things simple, despite their mansion. They give their kids a beautiful life, without spoiling them too much. They love hard, and play harder. The simplicity of being here versus in a city or even on a tour bus is the most comforting thing, and you find yourself snuggling closer into Ransom.
Your legs drape over him as you listen to him and Bucky animatedly talk about the last game or practice. You didnât even care what they were talking about as long as you could hear his voice, and feel his breath. Your hand rubs over his belly, and you wonder why you couldnât have found him sooner. Of all the men youâve dated, none were such a man like Ransom. He is bigger than any of your previous boyfriends. Taller, wider, all man.
Ransom is also successful in his own field. You didnât feel you were competing with his fame. And he isnât toxic enough to blame you for his problems or lack of recognition. And this little family â you want to be a part of it so much. Bucky just lets Charlieâs sleeping form squish up against him while he talks, while Sarge cuddles up so close to her little baby. The only person you hadnât seen the whole day was Maeve.
But right now you hear her. Off in the distance, strumming a guitar, and the softest sweetest singing voice. A voice so tender you crave more. You look up at Ransom, and he offers a smile, but itâs Sarge that uses her head to motion where Maeve is. You hadnât missed the treehouse on your first visit, but youâd assumed it was Charlieâs. She nods to you, and you get up from Ransom.
Your bare feet carry you softly up a treehouse you wish you had as a child. There isnât even a ladder, but stairs instead. Her voice gets a bit louder, but thereâs an edge of timidness to it. This girl has nothing to be shy about. People would sell their soul to get that soft of a voice.
Peeking your head through the door, you hear her growl in frustration, and lean over to scratch out a few lines before sheâs back to strumming her guitar. Memories of you in a studio, even younger than her, doing what you loved, and now wishing you had a normal childhood. Wishing your dad wouldnât have pushed so hard for you to be the star you are. But then, where would you be? Itâs easy to take away moments of your life, but it opens up endless possibilities for your current present life.
You step on a wrong board, and Maeve turns around to look at you, her eyes getting wider before she looks back at her notebook, and sneaks it under her leg. âThat board always creaks,â she answers plainly, starting to lay her guitar down.
âPlease, donât stop on my account.â
âI canât compare to you.â
âThe only competition you should have is with yourself. Weâre all different. Different lives, different experiences. Those experiences give us our stories. And you take your stories and write?â She shrugs, and her fingers tap on her guitar a moment. âItâs a pretty place youâve got here.â
âThe house was dadâs first big purchase. Heâd secured a great contract, and they finally felt comfortable buying the house. Mom was so scared of going back to where we were and in an apartment with Ransom,â you sit down across from her on another beanbag, ready to hear whatever story she wanted to tell you. Charlie never had to see her parents struggle, but Maeve was a part of it.
âI wanted a treehouse so bad, and mom told me to just wait, and weâd get some extra money. Ran, picked me up from school one day, and took me to this place, and he let me design it. Told me I could work it off in songs.â
âYouâve always liked singing?â She shrugs again, but picks up her guitar. Her fingers glide over the strings, and you can tell she tries not to look you in the eye much.
âI liked writing more. Most of the songs are different versions of lyrics to yours.â
âLike a parody?â
She shakes her head no giggling. Strumming a few chords when she looks up at you, âI simplified them for a kid. You would sing about love, Iâd sing about playing in the dirt, or begging my dad to buy me a guitar. The melody had the same rhythm. And no, I donât remember them. Iâm sure they have videos of me. It was just us and Ransom for years. Him and dad were unstoppable in the game. Mom became more secure with our finances, and she wanted a baby. And it never happened. They tried, and they cried, and then that hellcat of my sister was born. I was able to bond with her because I could care for her. Iâd sneak into her room and sleep on her floor, until she was the one sneaking in my room.â
âItâs a good thing, I guess. Where would Ransom sleep?â
She chuckles, finally meeting your eyes. âHe used to sleep on our couch when we lived in an apartment. His chest was where I slept. Everyone took turns raising me, until Mimi stepped in,â you quirk up an eyebrow, wondering who this woman was. âRansomâs mom. Dadâs parents helped when they could. Momâs family wanted her to get rid of me, and then kicked her out. Mimi wanted to help, but they wouldnât let her, so she helped with her time. Pulled some strings and got dad and Ran to meet the right people. Heâs very important to us.â
âI can tell. Heâs very important to me, too.â
âI can tell,â the two of you sit in silence for a moment. Assessing the situation as much as possible before you point to the notebook under her leg. âIâm just working on something.â
âCan I hear it?â
âIt wonât be as good as yours,â you hope this is just a thing with you, and that she didnât lack that much confidence. Being a teenage girl is so hard.
âDo you believe the words you wrote?â This time she doesnât shrug, but nods her head. âThen itâs perfect,â deeply sighing she strums her guitar and her soft shy voice sings out a simple but truthful song about some stupid boy. No longer singing about dirt but about emotions and pain. Stopping abruptly in the song before growling again.
âIâm stuck right there. I just canât get that part right,â you hum a moment. Had memorized the melody that she was playing before her mouth drops open, âYou already know it?â
âNot really. But you had a good flow. I liked the bit of a breakdown. What ifâŚâ
âI got it!â She yips, going on to pick it up a few bars back, and adds in a cute little line before giggling, and scribbling it down. âThank you!â
âI didnât do anything, that was all you.â
âHey, can you tell mom Iâll be down in about thirty minutes?â That is your cue to leave. You understand when you get in the moment, and need your space to let creativity strike fully. Taking your leave to walk down the stairs, and only Sarge is left putting away a few toys.
âEach man had a kid. Ransom took Nixon. It sounds really cute, but itâs just that he didnât want to clean up this mess. Putting Nixon to bed is a lot easier than this. You want to grab that trash bag?â Responding with picking it up, you help her stuff the remaining garbage in there, and she chuckles. âI always thought you would be a stuck up princess.â
âOh, is that what you really thought I would be?â Oddly enough people thought a lot of things about you, but you mostly wanted to be left alone.
âItâs not a you thing. A lot of celebrities donât look at the wives of football players as anything of importance. Iâm okay staying in the background. And well, you â you donât know how to.â
âRansomâs teaching me,â she offers you a genuine smile before closing up the shed of toys. âDo you like me?â
âI like you just fine, sweetheart. You gotta understand when he brought you to meet my kids and he shows youâre in a relationship. It's more personal. I have nothing against you in the least bit. But my babies are my priority. Especially the girls. Nixie doesnât know any better. They loved you as someone they would never meet, and now they really love you as their uncle Ranâs girlfriend. Now can I ask you a question?â
Sighing, you nod your head. She meant a lot to not only Ransom, but his mom. You had grown to have a lot of respect for her, especially knowing what she went through to get where she is. âDo you care about him? I mean really really care about him?â
âYeah, I really really do.â
âGood. Because that man has been good to me, my husband, and my children. Heâs a big brother to me. Theyâre more than just teammates. Theyâre life mates. I will never get rid of Ransom, and heâs never getting rid of us. So what is this?â
Looking up at the sky, you try and think of the right words. Choosing to shrug your shoulders when you look back at her, âI donât know. I like it. I like it so much, and Iâve never felt so â so free. Today was amazing, and we didnât do anything. There weren't the cars, there wasn't the glamor and the drinking. But it was the most at ease Iâve ever felt. And I just want to protect it.â
âThatâs good. Now, can I offer you a piece of advice?â You nod your head, trying to ignore Ransom who had softly said your name out the back door. âTake your time in this way. The moment you two go public you know whatâs going to happen. Secure your emotions and relationship before that happens. Make sure heâs ready for your level of fame. This woman you were today is not the persona on the stage.â
She is right. You want to protect whatever is happening between you and Ransom keep the two of you in this safe bubble. You arenât sure if you want to share him with the world. Just show him off a bit. When youâre ready.
Ransom whistles as he looks around the tight little area. Leaning over behind your tech who is only slightly annoyed, so he pushes Ransom away from him. âPlease, donât ask me what any of these buttons are for. Itâs complicated. Sit in that chair, sit on the couch, orâŚâ
âDo I get to go in there with her?â You giggle as the tech turns around to glare at Ransom shaking his head. âWhy not?â
âDo you sing?â
âNo.â
âAre you offering any sounds for the track?â
âI donât think I am.â
âThen stay on this side. I donât need your breathing in the background. Alright, the boyfriend is here. Can we go again?â You want to sing and giggle inside with that word, and Ransom straightens up his posture. That word is getting thrown around a lot more in your inner circle, and youâre loving it. You wait for the ticks of the snare drum before you start singing, and Ransom moves closer to the tech, furrowing his brows, but youâre too into the song.
âWho wrote this?â
âMaybelle Browning.â
âNo.â
âYes. Saw the sheet this morning.â
âNo, she didnât. Maeve Barnes wrote this. Hey,â he walks closer, tapping on the glass, and the tech glares at him.
âShe canât hear you.â
âStop the recording now!â You glance up at the two men when everything halts. Putting up your headphones, and Ransom says something to your tech before barging into the studio. âWhat are you doing?â
âRecording a song that Maeve wrote.â
âWhat? H-h-he said that Maybelle dipshit wrote it. What is going on?â You feel a bit guilty for not explaining the situation to Ransom, but you werenât sure he would know it was Maeveâs song.
âRan, Maybelle Browning. M.B. Maeve didnât want her name on it, but she sent it to me with a recording and said she wrote it for me, but didnât expect it on the album, but then I asked her if I could record it roughly, and send it to her for consideration. Sheâs getting full credit. She wants this. I wouldnâtâŚwhat â did you think I was stealing from her? I wouldnât. I adore that little girl, and Ran â donât be mad.â
âSorry, Iâm very protective of â she gets writing credit? And paid?â
âSheâs a minor, so I want her parents present when we discuss that with the lawyers, but if she wants it on the album, I do. But I want her full approval. Itâs amazing. Ask Todd. Ran, she is incredible. Did you really think I would do that?â He shakes his head no, pulling you into his body. âYou promise?â
âThatâs just my girl, and I think sheâs the best and deserves the world, so Iâll make sure she gets it. Itâs not you, it's this life. I know how brutal things can be.â
âYouâre talking to a girl who has re-recorded all my past songs, so now I have ownership of the copyrights. I will make sure she gets the best contract, but I wonât be the only artist that will want her lyrics,â Ransom pulls you back, looking down at you, and you want to melt into him. âYou promise you didnât think I would do that? If I can help her achieve a goal, I want to.â
âNo. I think you get taken advantage of enough. I have this need to protect everyone I love â and care about,â he softly slots his lips against yours, and you return the kiss. Snaking your arms up around his neck before he lifts you up off the ground. Wrapping your legs around his waist when the tech leaves.
He might not have said it directly, but he said something. It is enough, youâd been feeling the same things. But now you just donât know how you can keep this all secret. You want to shout to the world that Ransom Drysdale is your man, and you donât care about the past drama of exes. You care about his smile, and his scent, his thick fingers entwined into yours.
Your fingers weave through his slicked back hair when he pulls off your lips. âCome to a game,â you smile, shaking your head no. You need to know heâs ready. Privacy will be a thing of the past. âPlease, come to a game.â
âRanâŚâ
âNo, excuses. I need you at a game. I need our dates not to be at home, or in recording studios. I need toâŚâ
âClaim me?â
âSomething like that. Please, Iâll have a comfy little box. Bring a friend, bring whoever. Just watch me play on something thatâs not a television.â
âSo you want us to go public before youâve ever seen me naked?â You wiggle your eyebrows, giving him the sweetest smile. Youâve already decided you want to go. Thereâs nothing more that you want to do besides see Ransom play.
âIf you want me to see what you look like naked, Iâll gladly look. But I canât stand us not being able to be together in public. I want us to be normal, and do normal couple things, and ride off in a car after the game. Just me and you, baby.â
âYou know when youâre with me things will never be normal, right? People are going to dig into everything youâve done. All your social media posts, all your past girlfriends, everything.â
âI know, buddy, but I donât care. What I care about is you and me. Why are you smiling at me like that? Is that a yes?â You shake your head no, grinning from ear to ear. That name. He wouldnât know, âWhat?â
âYou called me buddy. That's what my parents have always called me. Itâs just sweet.â
âEhh, I donât share nicknames, Bud,â he leans back in, giving you the sweetest kiss before resting his forehead against your own, âSo what do you say?â
âIâll go.â
âYes!â
âUnder one condition.â
âAnything.â
âYou come to Rhode Island and meet my mom afterwards,â Ransom gulps loudly, but nods his head. âHey, Iâve been on your turf, and met the Barnesâ, so now itâs your turn. And if you could not get hurt during the game.â
âNo promises. Itâs football, Bud.â
If silence was a sound it would be now. Putting on a bright smile, you let your bodyguards lead you to the designated area. It takes seconds for people to realize it was you, but it feels like an eternity. A simple outfit, but the Patriots jacket youâre wearing is obvious.
Smiling as you talk to the bodyguard on the right, trying to ignore the questions of why youâre here. âDidnât Drysdale do an interview saying he was going to give her a bracelet with his number on it at a show?â
âSheâs just looking for her next victim to write about.â
âDoes she even understand football?â
âSheâs made comments about Drysdale, and how he was hot. She always gets what she wants.â
âSheâs got an 81 on her bracelet! Oh my god!â
Itâs all in the details. Of course you are going to wear something that is a nod to Ransom. They just couldnât see the other details. Holding your head high as youâre led into the box. Taking a deep breath as you look at Ransomâs stage. Everyone else could make your relationship ugly, but you didnât have to. You are Ransom Drysdaleâs girlfriend, and youâre proud of him, so you deserve to be there just like everyone else. Let the press speculate and gossip. You are here to see your boyfriend.
Trying to ignore the cameras is proving difficult. It is part of your job to notice them. Wishing they would put the cameras on the field. On anything but you. You just want to eat chicken tenders, drink beer, and hang out with the Barnesâ. Is that so hard?
Itâs everyone else on the team that notices you first. Bucky taps on someoneâs chest, pointing up at the box, and even a little wave. It creates a dominos effect with the other teammates. Pointing, and crowing about how Ransom was able to wrangle you.
The coach hits Ransom on the shoulder, turning around to point at the box, and his crystal blue eyes spot you. His mouth turns up into that boyish grin, and he mouths, âI canât believe sheâs here,â winking a bit towards you. His focus completely gone as he smiles at you.
Everyone elseâs pointing and comments fade away, and you only see that gorgeously handsome man. Your number 81. Normally you have constant flowing of words in moments like these. Trying to think of how you could tell this story with lyrics, but with Ransom thereâs just him and an undeniable invisible string between you.
Each year up until this moment it has gotten shorter. Wound tighter as the two of you are pulled together. Now that string has wrapped around both of your legs, tethering you to the other. Everything else disappears but that string and Ransom. Even when you arenât with him you feel the tug of needing to be with him.
No wonder you had bad relationships that you wanted to work, but something pulled you away. It was this amazing tie that was bringing you to right now. Right here with Ransom. The world may be watching, but all you see is him.
âI see you, Bud,â he mouths, and you get an ever bigger smile on your face. Itâs like this love story was written by divine powers. And written just for you and Ransom.
The first single from The Tortured Poets Department isâŚâŚâŚâŚ. Fortnight featuring @postmalone đ¤ Iâve been such a huge fan of Post because of the writer he is, his musical experimentation and those melodies he creates that just stick in your head forever. I got to witness that magic come to life firsthand when we worked together on Fortnight. Honestly canât wait for you guys to hear this song at Midnight TONIGHT and see the video at 8pm ET TOMORROW.
Summary: Leaving behind your baby daddy, you are desperate to find a job you are introduced to the nightlife of an exclusive club. The Moonstone Lounge offers you more money than you realized. Coming into contact with Pete Brenner on the first night, and it didnât go well. Will his attempt to make it up to you, and remove you from the menu for other men to devour work? Will you allow him to dress you, tell you when you should eat, what you should wear, accompany him to his business parties, and even how you greet him? Everything has a price, and Pete's credit card have no limit with you.
Pairings: Pete Brenner X Reader
Rating: mature
Warnings: Â explicit language, strip club/bar, mentions of companionship, lap dance, somewhat of soliciting, being uncomfortable, drunk Pete, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.5K
Series Masterlist
*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
âAnd you said youâre how old?â The large man in front of you gives you a long hard stare, and you avert your eyes to his desk. What age did you tell him? This is why you shouldnât lie because it always comes back to bite you in the ass.
Think. Distract. Youâre of legal age, why should anything else matter?
âI look young for my age,â you answer, and he extends an arm over his desk, opening his hand at you, and you finally look up at him confused, âWhat?â
âLet me see your ID,â you shake your head no too quickly, and he clears his throat. His fingers spread out more, opening his palm wide, and you feel your throat start to close up. Struggling to breathe while he demands for identification to prove your age.
âIâm of age. I promise. And I really need this job, andâŚâ
âDo you even understand why I need to make sure of your age?â It was a club or bar or something. The girl had promised you a good paycheck. Thatâs all you need to know. It wasnât a want anymore, you need this job and the money. âWhat did Syrilla tell you?â That was her name? Did she even tell you her name?
âUm, she promised I could make good money and wouldnât need to rely on a man if I didnât want to,â he nods his head solemnly, wiggling his fingers at you, still motioning for your ID. âIâm of age.â
âCan you keep a secret?â Youâve kept plenty of secrets for people who you were supposed to trust. And now you are all alone. You are beginning to get desperate and you didnât want to see that happen.
âIs it illegal?â
âVery much so,â you gulp. You need this money. You had exhausted all other options, so you nod your head. âMy club doesnât just deal in alcohol and dances. We deal in privacy and companionship. Do you understand?â You shake your head no. There is so much of this world you didnât understand. You need him to explicitly say what it is heâs referring to.
âFirst how old are you really? I have a base age of twenty-one.â
âIâm twenty-two,â you answer honestly. At least that is out of the way, but he holds his hand out wider.
âProve it,â reluctantly you place your ID in his hand, and it takes him seconds to look at it before he scoffs at you.
âI will be twenty-two in a few months.â
âYou like playing games, little one. I need you to trust me above all else. Come on,â he stands up, and youâre sure heâs about to kick you out of his office, and youâre willing to get on your knees and tell him to do whatever he wants to you just so you have a chance. But instead he places a warm hand on the small of your back and leads you deeper into his club.
Walking you through various hallways, before drops his hand and starts climbing a spiral staircase. âThis is the catacombs, and weâll return shortly. I want to show you the main floor. Legal dealings go on up here,â your body flinches when you hear a woman screaming in pleasure. âIgnore that for now,â he tells you dryly, continuing on his ascent from the catacombs.
Emerging from the spiral staircase you get to see the main stage. Decked out in black. Classy. He points to the stage, and looks towards you, âWe have dancers. In various forms of nude. Or you can be part of the auction. And Iâll show you more about that later. The girls on the stage are set to make more, but itâs not guaranteed. Some just want to dance. Of course we have the bar.â
âWhat aboutâŚâ you usually trust your gut, but for whatever reason you arenât getting the feeling of impending doom and the need to run away.
âIf Syrilla sent you here, youâre really hard up on some money?â You give him a head nod, and further look around the place. It is overwhelming, and if you had parents they might be disappointed at the lengths you were willing to go to make money, but you didnât care. You had to get out of the life you were in. It was a must, and you would just have to deal with the self doubt later.
âYeah, I uhâŚâ did you want this man to know everything about you? You feel a kind calming vibe from him. His eyes never stray over your body sizing you up. And there were men in his position that did that. âI have no one, butâŚmy daughter,â his eyes close slowly, and you fear youâve made a mistake. âSheâs one, and we were living with her dad, but heâs â he kicked us out, and then wanted us back, and then we fight, and I have to do something more for her. I donât do drugs, andâŚâ
Your words come out so quick, and then he waves his hands, shaking his head, âI just need a job, and Iâll do anything. I shouldnât have brought her up, but ââ
âHaving a child isnât an issue. Let me know if you canât find adequate childcare. We have someone in house that can watch the children. Her age isnât an issue. The issue is more your willingness to do anything. Are you understanding the more exclusive things that I sell?â What could be the worst thing? Private lap dances? Drugs?
âWomen,â his calming blue eyes twinkle as he tilts his head looking at you. Is he really suggesting what you think he is? You had an idea by the poles that there would be dancers. But is there more that heâs willing to sell with women?
âSo sex?â
âOnly if you want to. I wonât make you sell your body. Some girls sell their time and companionship. Some girls sell an exclusive show where people get to play with her and her toys. Some itâs a very hands on dance that extends to more than the lap. However, sex and companionship is where the money is.â
âNo to sex, and I donât think I follow the companionship part,â companionship didnât sound too bad. So just become a friend to a sad and lonely man. You could do that. You have done that fo free.
He smiles at you. Itâs not malicious or even threatening, itâs understanding. Starting to walk back towards the stairs, and you follow, âSometimes people just want your company.â
âWith clothes on?â
Ari sighs, peeking back at you, âYouâre the one that gets to say no to their terms. But yes, sometimes itâs a pretty thing on their arm. That simple. Sometimes they want you to clean their house topless,â he checks back at you, noticing your eyes wide open as you try and envision your tits hanging out as you clean some manâs house, âYou know, I think I should put you at the bar andâŚâ
âNo, I need more than a bartender can make. Please?â
âIâm going against my better judgment. Iâll put you on at the auction,â putting your body up for sale sounds weird, and going against your judgment, but if thatâs where the money is, itâs what you need to do.
âNo sex?â
âYou establish the boundaries,â he reminds you. Finally his eyes cast down your body, and you look at him nervously. He holds a finger up, and circles it asking for you to spin around which you oblige. âI think thereâs more to you than meets the eyes. You have a lot of secrets, Rune.â
âThatâs not my name,â you respond, following after him when his long legs take extra big strides and you feel youâre running to keep up.
âAnd my name is really not Alec,â his silvery blue eyes look back at you, and he winks.
âWhatâŚ?â
âItâs Ari. We all have nicknames. Never give them your real name unless theyâre paying your bills,â what? That is an odd piece of information that youâre not sure how to process. âWear something that you think will get a lot of attention tonight. Do you have a sitter?â You swallow slowly when he stops to look at you, and he groans.
âYou canât keep me in the dark, do you have a sitter?â
âNo.â
âBring your daughter tonight. Follow me, Iâll show you where the daycare is. And you can only get in with a keycard. Have no worries. Youâre also not the only single mom here. You and your daughter are in good hands. Where is she now?â She is currently at a sitter that you didnât have the money to pay. Youâre hoping that she isnât too angry when you tell her that. Even if you made a mental note to pay her immediately. Along with rent to your shitty apartment.
âI see. Do you need an advancement?â
âIf itâs not too much trouble. I donât do this,â itâs true. But Mickey took everything from you, and even her. At least now you didnât have to pay for his habits.
âHow much do you need for the sitter?â You give him an amount, and he hands over cash before turning back around. âI wonât deal with you being late. Donât get addicted to anything, even the men you entertain. They look at you as just that, entertainment. Then theyâll go back to their lives and some even have wives. Donât forget it. And if you have an issue with any of them I need to know. Do not keep secrets about my customers from me. I need to know immediately if theyâre being inappropriate. I will be your ally, but only if you let me. So donât keep your secrets, Rune!â
You glance around the other women lined up to walk on the stage, and then look down at your own body. You didnât look anything like them. You didnât know what is more embarrassing getting on stage and realizing nobody wanted to bid on âyour timeâ or the fact you are wearing lingerie and going to be standing in front of a room full of strangers.
One girl gives you a sincere smile, and nods her head, âDonât be nervous. They can smell that, and youâll end up with an asshole and Alec will have to deal with it.â
âHow many men do you think are out there?â She giggles, eyeing you up and down again. Hearing her whisper how sweet you are. âWhat?â
âItâs not just men. Remember, donât be nervous. And hopefully you wonât get some drunk asshole,â turning back towards the stage, she walks out, leaving you to fiddle around with your peach nightie. Picking at the sheer fabric, and then moving to the jewelry. It covered everything, and still you feel you so exposed. It was worth it. A couple hours a night and you can pay rent, and eat something besides ramen. You could buy diapers, and give your daughter a better life.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Walk out. Smile. Donât be too sexy. Turn to the side. Turn to the back. Ignore the voices. They are bidding, even if one is louder and more obnoxious. See nothing, and youâll be able to make it alone.
âJust let me be the top bidder, Alec,â donât look in the audience. Donât engage. Donât notice him. He sounds like some drunk asshole. âAlecâ rolls his eyes, continuing to watch the bidding. And if someone bids, the loud drunk man outbids them.
Breathe in. Breathe out. This is business. You didnât have anyone around to be ashamed of you. Your daughter is asleep with someone watching her. âAlright, Pete, looks like you got our newest rarity, Rune. Syrilla,â Ari motions for the woman that told you about this place, and she motions for you to follow.
Ari gives nothing away in his face, but that woman earlier mentioned drunk men. âHeâll probably pass out before you finish?â
âFinish?â you look up at her confused.
âYes, you said you were okay with a private room. Heâs paid for your time and a dance. You only show what you want, the more you show, wellâŚhow hungry are you?â She stops to look at you with a regretful small, âThatâs insensitive. Youâll get paid regardless. All you agreed to was the dance, clothed or not. Itâs your decision. Remember that, and donât let Pete push you beyond your limits, okay?â
She is being sweet now, but you caught her original inflection. Feeling like if you want to make the big money youâll have to perform. You decide youâre just going to agree to what he wants, besides sex. At least try. You didnât have to do anything you werenât comfortable with.
When Syrilla opens the door, you see Pete sitting in a chair in the center of a small room. Rubbing his thighs and staring at you hungrily. âItâs your decision, Rune,â she reminds you before you walk in. Tucking both hands behind your back, you finally get a good look at him. Businessman.
âWell?â He jeers, leaning back more into his seat, and spreading his legs further apart. âI didnât spend all that fucking money for you to stand there looking pretty.â
âNo hands,â you whisper. Walking closer to him before straddling him, and sitting on his lap. Testing him to see if heâll actually touch you. He isnât bad looking. Reeked of smoke and booze, but he is clean. âWhat do you do?â
âPay a sweet little thing to give me a fucking lap dance,â he sniffs, moving a hand up to mess with his nose a moment. He did a line. You didnât have to date him. You are dancing for him. He isnât Mickey. Heâs a client. âYou gonna move your cute little ass?â
âYou think my ass is cute?â You grind over him, and his eyes go half mast. Leaning his head back to look at the ceiling while you continue to grind on him. Check his fingers. No tan line of a ring, at least heâs not married.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Moving a bit more over him, you stand to turn around. Hands on his thighs while you rotate your ass on his crotch. âDo you find me attractive?â For a drunk man, he isnât hard. Heâs got more control over his cock than most.
âYou have no idea,â he moans, lifting his head to look over your shoulder, âYou wearing a bra?â
âNo, sir.â
âFuck,â he groans, and you feel a bit more confident to pull your top down enough to expose yourself a tiny bit. Your nipples poke out of the top a bit, and he eyes your hardened buds, and you feel his hands move, but he grips the arms of the chair. âNo hands?â
âIâd prefer that,â his hands grip the chair even harder, and you turn to the side. His eyes bounce all around your body. Becoming more comfortable, you pull the top completely down. Exposing yourself from the waist up, and he holds tighter. His knuckles white with the amount of force he uses. âAre you struggling?â
âYou have no idea. Itâs been a long day.â
âTell me about it?â
âIâd rather not,â he looks over your shoulder, zeroing in on your chest before he looks back up at the ceiling. Struggling to look when he needs to touch you. Imagining the way your skin would feel under his hands.
âWhat do you do?â
âShut the fuck up,â your body stills. His irritation seemed to come from nowhere. Grabbing your hips, he spins you around. Making you straddle him, and he removes his hands back to the chair. âThis is what I want to talk about. Not my fucking life. Whatâs a pretty girl like you, doing here?â
âMoney.â
âTale as old as time. Tell me, sweet Rune, how much would it cost for me to suck on your perfectly round tits? If I give you my weekâs salary will you drop to your knees and suck my fat cock?â You try to shuffle off him, but he grabs your hips again. âDo your fucking job.â
âI said no hands,â your eyes look towards the door, and you start to panic. Wishing you could rewind the last few minutes and go back. He drops his hands from you, but when you try to get up he tsks your movements. âIâm uncomfortable.â
âThen quit bringing up my fucking job. I come here to see you and your pretty little tits. Move,â gulping, you start to grind over him again. Undulating your hips to the music, and trying to go back to when things werenât so tense. âThatâs better isnât it?â
âYes, sir,â your voice isnât nearly as animated or light as before. Itâs strangled. Worrying on how far you let things go before you call for Ari.
âWhen I fucking come in here, I donât want to think about out there. Understand?â
âNoted.â
âNow, about that blowjob?â You shake your head no, and Pete moves closer to your body. Looking up at you through his lashes. Dipping his head lower. Mouth starting to open. âI pay very well.â
âI â Iâm not ready. IâŚâ
âIâll make it worth your while,â so many things flash through your mind as he gets closer. Easy money. Breathe. Donât let him. You have morals. Youâre broke. Itâs one blow job. Mickey asked for worse. âOne little suck on these bouncy tits,â you give him a head nod because you can't think. Watching as he groans, âI need words,â before his mouth attaches to your nipple, and you try and stay calm.
And then his hand grabs your waist, the other on your other tit, and you feel trapped. Boxed in. âI c-c-canât. No. Stop. Stopstopstopstop,â you jump off him, scurrying away on the floor when the door flies open, and Pete throws his hands up.
âI stopped when she asked. I asked for permission,â Ari looks towards you, but your eyes are focused on the floor in front of you. Removing yourself from the situation as much as you can. Things had happened way too fast, and you couldnât think. Couldnât process what he was even asking.
âAnd youâre fucking drunk. Out!â
âNow you, promised me a good time, Ari,â he used his real name. Covering your chest you scoot further away from both of them. âAnd you saidâŚâ
âI said not to use that fucking name,â getting right at Peteâs ear, he lets out a whispered growl, âAnd I said to go fucking slow. Sheâs notâŚâ
âI get it! Fuck me!â The chair on the floor makes an awful screeching sound as he stands up, looking down at you on the floor and cowered away before he stomps off.
Ariâs thick hand wipes down his face before he turns, and walks towards you. Squatting down before he gives you a soft smile. âYou okay?â
âWhat was that conversation about?â
âPete had a hard day.â
âHe knows you. Did you promise me to him? What is this?â
Clearing his throat, he sits down criss cross in front of you, tilting his head to make you feel comfortable, but youâre just confused. âI mean what I said. Itâs all your choice. However, I can sniff out good matches, andâŚâ
âHeâs an asshole.â
âHe can be. But he doesnât care much about coming here. Heâll watch, and eat, but he gets bored,â you didnât understand. You know what happened, and he was enjoying himself. âHe was drunk, and I told him not to. He reacts without thinking. I,â Ari looks up to the ceiling, contemplating his words carefully before heâs staring back at you. âI think youâre better suited behind the bar.â
âBut I need the money,â he stands up, and you follow suit. Reaching towards you, he pulls the nightie top back over your shoulders. âI really need the money.â
âYouâll be paid for your time tonight, and knowing Pete, a giant bonus. But youâre not ready for this. Go behind the bar, and learn how to deal with the people that come here. Then you can move to a room or companion. Youâre not in trouble. In fact, Pete is the issue. But I canât protect you as well here. Learn some things about yourself. Get to know your boundaries, and then we can talk about coming in here.â
âAbout the companionship?â This seemed like the best option. But you feel thereâs going to be sex involved.
âYouâre going to bartend. Sorry, Rune. Go get the little one. Have a good evening. Syrilla will hand you the money for tonight. Iâll see you tomorrow night,â he turns and leaves, making you more determined to not only make him happy with bartending, you would make it back here. Pete just wasnât the client for you.
Warnings: Â explicit language, teasing, The Verb, grinding, spanking, tension, 18+ ONLY
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Lloyd didnât lie. Being an early riser, you thought you would see him, but alas he had already left. You walk into Lylaâs bedroom, and see her still sleeping soundly. Her little lips pucker out looking all comfortable and cozy. Her fingers twitching makes you watch her a bit longer. Seeing her already relaxed in this very new environment. Unaware of whatever her mother did to get her here. Itâs refreshing to think that she wonât ever remember the life before now.
How could a mother do that to her child? Well, a baby. And Lyla is the sweetest little thing. You had heard her cry a few times in the middle of the night. Even woke up. Listening as Lloyd walked to her room and soothed his daughter. The part that got you was after her cries had stopped he lingered in there a bit longer than you thought necessary. Thinking that maybe he had just been watching her.
It is foreign and yet still one of the sweetest things. You had heard about daddyâs girls, and fatherâs that adored their daughters. But in this world, youâve never seen it. Why was he so different? And why did his behavior intrigue you so much? And the dumbass brought up your daddy issues. You did not have daddy issues. Your mother did a great job. And you had a stepfather. He wasnât terrible. But he did treat you differently than your brother.
You didnât have daddy issues. That much you know is true. You just had a soft spot forâŚsomething. You arenât even sure what youâre feeling. What youâve been feeling since being in his apartment, but you are going to blame it on Lloyd. It truly was him. What the fuck even was that last night?
Softly closing her door you venture into the kitchen for some coffee. You need it this morning. What even was that? Why did you â feel? That was the weirdest experience. Something that should have made you uncomfortable, or at the least pissed you off, but it did not. In fact you went to bed confused, and uncomfortably turned on. That shouldnât have happened, and it did. And youâre left with lingering questions that you have no brain capacity to answer currently.
You couldnât believe that you allowed this man to command you. Not just you physically but also mentally. Because yes, you had stayed up way too late running the events through your head. He made you ramen noodles. You had pasta with him twice. In one day. And now youâre being such a girl and overthinking everything.
But how could you not? He called out your lack of panties. Was he offering sex when he said if you wanted more than a dildo? That is what it seemed. Thoughts run rampant in your mind as you take a sip of the bitter brew. Moaning at how just the smell alone was waking you up. Sleep evaded you because of these fucking thoughts. And he had to know what he was doing. He mentioned spanking you!
Was he on a power trip? Or maybe it was more than that. And you sound crazy again. You were here to do a job, and thatâs what you need to do. Hearing Lyla squeak out some cries, you pour the rest of your coffee down the drain, and walk towards her room. Giving her a big smile when you walk in, and she answers by pouting that lip out and whimpering.
âOh my goodness. Did Miss Lyla Bee not sleep well, princess? Come here,â leaning over the crib, you pick her up. Holding her close to your chest, you bounce the baby around until her little cries stop. âAre you ready to get you changed and ready for the day? We have such a big day, you and me. Weâre going to have some belly time, and weâll go on a long walk in the park. And youâre probably going to sleep and drink your milk all day.â
She gurgles up at you, and even though she canât talk, you just know youâre going to enjoy being here with her. There is a thing or two you could learn about yourself by keeping Lyla.
âPeekaboo!â Leaning over Lyla, you pull your hands away from your face waiting for her squealing laugh as the cutest toothless grin smiles up at you. Using your hands to tickle her sides before you hide your face again.
âPeekaboo!â She giggles so loud, kicking her feet around. Eyes shining up at you. She is adorable. All dressed up in her luxurious baby outfit that is full of pink. She may look sweet and adorable, but this is already her second outfit for the day, and she couldnât even crawl. âYou are a messy little thing, you know that?â
She laughs again. Clenching her fists together. âBut you are cute!â More laughter rings out from this tiny little thing on the floor. Using her body to roll over onto her belly, and she lifts up her head to look at you, âI am new to this, and I donât know if this is normal, but I want to celebrate you rolling over! Oh my gosh, that is so cute. Do it again,â you flip her body over, and she quickly rolls back onto her belly.
Lifting up to look at you with a gummy smile. âWhy are you so cute?â You squeal, laying on your belly to look at her. âI think you are the most adorable and smart baby in the world, did you know that?â Her mouth opens and closes a bit. Giving you a look of pure adoration, and you soak it all up.
âYou donât do much, but what you do do is incredible. And,â you give her a quick boop to her nose, and she lets out what you could only assume is a giggle, âYes, you are so cute, and you have your daddy wrapped around your little finger. Yes you do. Do you know if your daddy is dating anyone? Heâs a bitâŚheâs different, ya know?â
âLloyd!â Ari shouts behind his colleague, and the man turns to glare at him. âWhat are you doing looking at your phone?â The wider man grabs the device out of his hand, and starts laughing as he looks at Lloyd, âOh, I see.â
âYou see my daughter. Now give me the fucking phone back.â
âNo, I see creepy Lloyd watching his daughterâs au pair. Laying on the floor with her ass perfectly placed. Imagine she was naked looking back at you with those innocent eyes. Lifting up that perfect ass for you to rail into her,â Lloyd rolls his eyes. Locking his phone as he settles down in the chair in front of Ari, glaring at him.
âYou havenât thought about fucking that?â
ââThatâ like sheâs a possession.â
âOh, come now, has Lloyd Hansen grown a conscience? Youâve got to be kidding me. You got you a baby girl, and now you want to value women? Sheâs living in your fucking apartment, and you havenât even tried?â Ari didnât need to know exactly what happened. Heâd never hear the end of it.
âDidnât say that,â Lloyd begins, but shakes his head no. âItâs fucking complicated, you know? Sheâs Romanâs spawn. And she has a job to do, and none of that requires bobbing her mouth on my cock. She is there to watch Lyla Beatrice when I canât,â Ari smirks, nodding his head, and not believing anything that Lloyd says.
âSheâs not a whore wanting to be used.â
âHow do you know that?â Lloyd didnât know that. In fact what he did know was you were obedient, and reacted to him. He could feel the heat wafting off you. Could smell your scent change when he set you on fire. The Verb could not possibly give you all that you deserved in any way shape or form. There is no way that he could treat you like both the princess and slut that you craved.
âSheâs got a,â Lloyd wants to retch for even saying the words in the same sentence. âA boyfriend,â Ari lets out a long chuckle, framing his beard with his fingers as he watches the usually in control Lloyd. âAnd heâs a damn problem.â
âWhy is that, sunshine?â
âBecause he wants to assert dominance over me. In my fucking house! Theyâre mine.â
âWho is yours Lloyd?â Ariâs mouth turns up into a devilish smile, and Lloyd pounds his fist on the desk. Ari truly didnât understand the predicament Lloyd had placed himself in, âEasy there. You wouldnât want to show your dominance by your temper tantrums.â
âLyla and her au pair are mine,â he speaks through his teeth. Contemplating on the ways he could get rid of The Verb. It wouldnât be long. He couldnât handle staying away from you. He couldnât possibly know what it takes to be a man that has to be away. Heâs young and needy. Stupid and impulsive. It was a matter of time before he messed up.
âSo you just want to own her?â
âI pay for her,â Ari purses his lips as he squints at Lloyd, âAnd I sound like an ass. No, I donât want to own her.â
âYou want to devour her.â
âShut up,â Lloyd is never the one to concede an argument, so Ari lets it go. Realizing there is much more to whatever is bothering Lloyd, and his lingering obsession with watching you.
Just as he starts to speak up, he gets an alert on his phone, and he grabs it up immediately. Having nothing to do with his job, but there he is. The Verb. The ingrown hair on his perfectly round ass. Standing at the door of his apartment while you hold a slowly drifting asleep Lyla. You stare up at him with a bit of fear in your eyes.
âI will enjoy slowly murdering that boy.â
âYou could just show him who is boss,â Lloyd places a finger over his mouth as he turns up the volume. He needs to see your reaction to The Verb being there.
You gulp as you stare at Chase. Giving Lyla a quick glance as you rub a finger over her soft cheek. You need to remember you have a child in your hands, and unfortunately she is about to be used as a barrier.
âYou shouldnât be here,â you donât even fully open the door. Lloyd was very clear on his rules, no Chase in his home. âIâm working,â you add in, looking back down at Lyla who had fully drifted to sleep. What could you do to wake her up? Keep her interfering in this conversation that wasnât going to end well for someone.
âIs the weirdo here?â
âDonât call him that.â
âFine, is the neurotic nut job that was staring at you like a personalized sex doll here?â Chase had no idea what had transpired between you and Lloyd last night, but you couldnât forget, and feel a bit annoyed that Chase would use such words against your employee.
âWell, no, heâs not, but,â Chase pushes past you into the front door, and you check the baby to make sure she is still sleeping. âChase, you canât be here. There are rules, andâŚâ
âYou always follow the rules precisely as they're given,â he falls back onto the lush couch, pulling up the remote. He even turns on the TV. This isnât going to be good. You just knew Lloyd had cameras all throughout Lylaâs room, probably everywhere you would be with her. Most definitely had a camera on the front door.
âYou are always the type to shut up and listen when it comes to a man in authority. Do you know why?â
âNo, but youâre going to tell me,â Chase always fancied himself the smartest person in the room. He graduated a few years ahead of you as a psychiatrist. He always assumed that you wanted him to diagnose you. You didnât. You wanted to have fun, and let off some steam. You didnât care about his psychoanalysis bullshit. You were doing just fine.
âBecause your father left you. Your mother never took up for you concerning your step father, and now you want to be perfect. Hoping that one of the three will not only notice, but will praise you for your good work. Itâs why you took this job. Youâre in no way equipped to raise a child, but daddy asked you to. So you obliged, and here you are. Of course he stuck you with some weirdo that was looking you up and down, and all I see is my girlfriend being in a place where she is going to let a man she doesnât know dictate what she needs to do because heâs become your replacement for your father who never loved you apart from being an accessory. And a step father who loved his son, and tolerated you, and a mother who looked at you like a burden because she couldnât have her perfect life with her new husband.â
âYouâre a fucking asshole, you know that? All of that was not necessary. I didnât even ask for it. You just opened your arrogant mouth and told me, and it's not true,â he throws both arms over the couch, giving you a cocky little grin and it infuriates you. âItâs not. And I told you months ago I didnât want to be analyzed.â
âBecause you know Iâm right. Poor little rich girl. Youâre no different than the rest of us. Our parents fucked us up in the head, and now weâre doing what we must to survive. Except you have become a glorified babysitter, and if that jerk has it his way, a blow up doll for his enjoyment,â how could he even say something like that? Like you didnât even have agency on what you wanted.
âThe man pays well, but youâre still under the thumb of a man in power.â
âIs this what this is? You donât get to power me, so youâre trying to wear me down in hopes that you can?â
His bright blue eyes stare too long at you, while you look at Lyla. Despite the conversation at hand, she remained sleeping peacefully. âPut the baby up, and quit using her as a shield. You know that Iâm right, and youâre now refusing to make out with your boyfriend because of the man in charge told you I shouldnât be here, huh? Itâs not your rules, but his. And youâre going to make sure you follow every single one of them. Now, put the baby in her room, and talk to me like an adult. Or are you too scared?â
âShe wasnât held enough when she was with her mom, and she sleeps better when sheâs being held.â
âExcuses. Excuses, Dolly,â he almost sneers at you when you pop your sight in his direction. âGo on, go put the baby up. I love when we get into our little debates, and I donât want to wake the sleeping cherub. Go on,â you didnât want to have the conversation, or wake her up. And with the way Chase is right now, youâre going to have to do one of them.
You spin on your heels, and walk towards her bedroom. Giving her forehead a kiss before walking back into the living room, and Chase rubs his thighs. Rebelling just enough you sit on the couch beside him, but pull the remote out of his hand, turning off the television. âI told you that you shouldnât be here.â
âWeâre debating.â
âNo, you are. And Lloyd doesnât want strange men in his house. AndâŚâ
âIâm your boyfriend. I think itâll be okay. Itâs not like Iâm some stranger. Weâve had fun this past year. And,â he pulls your legs over on top of his, running a smooth hand up your thigh before he lifts himself up. Pushing you to lay flat on your back while he hovers over you. âWhat are you scared about?â
âLosing a job.â
He presses his mouth against your neck as you start to melt a bit. Feeling the heat from his body, coupled with the intense tension you still felt from last night you weaken, âDaddy dearest wonât let that happen,â he whispers against your neck, and you throw all caution into the wind. Lloyd is at work. You arenât doing anything in front of his daughter. He couldnât keep you from Chase.
Chaseâs thigh goes between your own, and he chuckles when you start to grind on him, âYouâre always so needy, sweetheart,â you want to cuss him, and tell him to just get a quickie in. Anytime he talks the paranoia slightly kicks back in. Paranoia, frustration, and being horny isnât the best combination.
âShh,â you moan, pulling his mouth towards yours while your fingers fiddle around with his stupid pants. Who needs pants anyways? Stopping a bit to rub over his growing bulge while you mewl his name. âChase, IâŚâ
He has your panties and leggings halfway pulled down your legs. His hand running through your slick when the front door to the apartment slings open, âI thought I gave you very explicit instructions. The Verb goes immediately!â
âLloyd,â pushing Chase off your body, you sit up, and stare down at your bare legs. Biting at your lip, and looking between the men. âHe was â he was just visiting, andâŚâ
âI said no!â He leans towards Chase getting his face inches away from your boyfriendâs, and his whispered threat is more menacing than any of his yelling, âI said go immediately,â Chase looks at you, saying your name, but you shake your head, âNow!â
He screams so loud you can hear Lylaâs pitiful whimpers from her room. It takes Chase a beat too long to stand up. He buttons up his pants, and gives you a regretful look, but you stare down at your legs like a scolded child. Still afraid to move even though you're exposed when Chase walks out the door, leaving you alone with your neurotic boss.
âI thought I told youâŚâ
âIâm sorry,â your voice is meek and hardly audible, and your eyes never meet his. âHe barged in on me. I didnât ask him to, and he was insistent, and â Lloyd, Iâm sorry,â he takes a step back from you. Glancing down at your pants, and barely there underwear before he looks back into your eyes. âI didnâtâŚâ
âI can make sure he never bothers you again.â
âI donât want you to kill him!â
âAnd I thought I told you not to be out of your room with no panties on,â your body straightens up, and you glare up at him. Daring to make due on the promise he made you last night. âStand up,â you shake your head no, and before you can count to three Lloyd is sitting on the couch, and pulling your body over his lap.
Your hands cover your backside, in hopes of not being so exposed, but he swats them away. Gritting through his teeth before he holds both your hands behind your back, and your ass as naked as the day you were born right there for him. âPlease, Lloyd, donât.â
âYou knew the rules,â his voice growls as he slaps your left cheek hard. âCount,â you stay silent, and he smacks the other cheek, âI said count, goddammit.â
âTwo!â You cry out only to hear him laugh. âTwo!â
âYou missed the first time, so weâre starting all over again. Letâs make this quick, Dolly, my daughter needs you,â smack! You blubber out one, and his hand smooths over the sphere of your ass with a smile, âGood girl. Now letâs get to five, and Iâll let you get Lyla Bee, so we can have a little talk. Okay?â
âOkay,â you whine, and he spanks you again, âTwo.â
Slap. âThree,â this is humiliating, and the worst part is you didnât hate it. He is giving you more attention than your father or stepfather ever did. Smack. âFour,â it stings, and burns, but when you look back at him, he has a proud smile on his face, and you arch your back to push your ass more into his view.
Spreading your legs a bit so he can also see between your thighs, and you get the hardest slap yet. His hand lingers on your ass, and those large fingers stroke the tender skin softly, âFive,â you weakly say, and he pulls you into a standing position right in front of him.
His face completely facing your exposed core, and he pulls up your panties first. Grinning up at you before the black leggings are pulled up your body, and he taps your hips a few times, âThere, there, you did such a good job,â he isnât even flinching, or looking up at you. He continues to stare at your covered pussy, taking slower, deeper breaths as he inhales your aroma.
âI believe Lyla is still crying. Why donât you go fetch her,â his voice is so even and deep, showing no emotions as to what just transpired. How is he so calm? âDolly, you have a job to do,â those eyes look up at you, and his pupils are so wide, very little of the blue is peeking through. Just deep pools of black. Giving him the appearance of being high from spanking you, âDolly, I need you to get my daughter.â
Giving him a nod, you walk into Lylaâs room, and her sweet face is turned up, and she swishes around trying to find someone that is normally there to comfort her. Been with Lloyd for such a short time, and is already spoiled on touch, âHey, miss Lyla Bee,â her lips tremble as she looks up at you, trying to calm herself.
It isnât until you pick her up, and hold her close to your chest that she starts snuggling into you. Calming down even more, âOh, honey, Iâve got you. Iâm right here,â Lloyd listens to your sweet words to Lyla as he cracks his neck. You were going to be the death of him. Twice he took things too far.
But he did warn you what would happen if you didnât have panties on. And dammit you were right there looking so pretty andâŚhe shouldn't have looked, but he did. Delectable is the perfect word to describe that moment. And you werenât all innocent in it. You enjoyed it. He could tell from the heat pulsating off your core, and the wet spot that lingers on his leg. You wanted him to see your cunt, so he did look. Trouble. You were the devil for him.
âThereâs your daddy,â you coo, bringing Lyla into the living room with you, and she gives Lloyd a sweet smile. âTell him that you were asleep the whole time.â
âDolly, do you know why I donât want that boy here?â
âBecause your jealous? Oh â um,â you press your hand over your mouth, wondering if putting your foot in your mouth was an option. âI meanâŚwhat I meant to say isâŚâ
âI donât get jealous. I can have whatever the fuck I want. And what I want is for my daughter to be safe. You may not know it because Iâm keeping you and her away from my business, but I am a feared and known man. I have many enemies, and people willing to pay millions of dollars to see me crumble. They want my weaknesses. They want to see me tortured slowly. And do you know what my weakness is?â You shake your head no as you look at the coffee table. Unable to stare at him, and youâre not even sure why.
It is hard to even look at the sweet girlâs face that youâre holding. You feel ashamed. You did have the one rule, and Chase was seeing to it that it was the one that was broken. âMy weakness is that tiny little girl in your arms. And you by extension. I have to trust you.â
âI get that, I really do, but ââ
âThereâs no buts here. There are real people who will not hesitate to kill you or Lyla. Do you understand that?â
âI do. But Chase isnât one of them, and you want me to break up with him, and ââ
He is always interrupting you. He never lets you finish a thought before he tells you what is going to happen. âKeep the fucking asshole. I just donât want him in my damn house. And just for the record,â Lloyd reaches over towards you to get the baby. Moving his gaze to her instead of you. Almost like it pained him to see you. âYou deserve more than that boy can give you. Heâs an asshole.â
âYou donât know him,â you only feel like defending him because hearing someone call Chase an asshole reflected on your choice for keeping him. It is silly, but itâs the truth. Chase had his flaws, but he wasnât all bad.
âI heard what he said to you,â you look up at him, figuring he had cameras in the main rooms, and Lylaâs room. It shouldnât surprise you, but realizing Lloyd heard Chaseâs psychoanalysis was heard by Lloyd is infuriating. âEven if it's true, he shouldnât have said that to you. Youâre not his patient, so donât let him treat you like one,â he slowly stands up. Leaning over to hand Lyla back to you. âIâm going back to work. Donât make me regret not spanking you five more times. I mean what I say. Panties off in the bedroom. Panties on out here.â
Lloyd stomps back towards the door. Never giving you and Lyla another glance as he hurries out of the apartment. Sighing as he adjusts his jeans. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling he had dwelling between his legs. He wouldnât allow that moment to be a weakness. You had no effect on him. None.
Lloydâs dark gaze finds you as you walk out of your bedroom. Wincing on your way into the living room, but you walk past him and into the kitchen. You didnât know what to say to Lloyd. You had betrayed his trust. He saw you a bit more intimately than he needed to. Thereâs a lingering embarrassment in the pit of your stomach, and your damn ass hurts.
Grabbing out the things to make a quick snack, you turn around, and there he is. Still glowering at you. His brow is still low on his forehead as he watches you get out different noodles than the first night. Clearly, you and Lloyd had a noodle thing. âWould you like some butter noodles, too?â
âIf youâre offering,â he responds solemnly, and you answer with a curt nod. He wonât apologize to you, of that youâre sure of. You just would have to put your foot down a bit more concerning Chase.
âWhere do you all have cameras?â
âAnywhere that Lyla will be,â thereâs no emotion in his voice, it's just the factual evidence. You arenât sure where to take the conversation from there. Standing in silence is crippling. Itâs like the air in the kitchen is so thick you canât even breathe. âHow is your, um, your ass?â
You snort as you glance back at him. He isnât as quick with averting his gaze from the subject at hand. âItâs sore,â well, what else are you supposed to say? It feels amazing, thank you for showing me who is boss. I promise to never disobey you ever again.
âDo you understand why I did it?â
The spoon falls onto the counter loudly and you saunter over to the kitchen island where he resides, and lean over it, demanding he looks at you. He does, but his chin is still jutted up. Heâs still in control, âPlease, donât try to parent me. Iâm a grown woman.â
âPeople who say that are often trying to convince themselves of that. Iâm not parenting though. I have my rules, and I expect you to follow them. Thatâs strike one. The only reason youâre still even here is because of Roman,â you begin to speak, but he smirks, shaking his head, and you immediately stop talking.
âYou do know how to listen, even if itâs not words, Iâm impressed. You are Romanâs daughter, and he has been loyal to me. I really donât give a fuck about him not being present in your life,â his mouth twitches, and you slowly retreat from him. He stops you by wrapping a hand behind your neck, holding you in place. âHe knows who I am, and trusted me with his precious daughter.â
âHe was just a sperm donor.â
âAnd for some unknown reason, I like you,â your eyes brighten, and a slight smile pulls up your mouth, âDonât get to excited, Dolly,â he slides over a tube of cream, and you glance down at it confused, âItâll help your ass,â is he giving you some form of relief? He sees you uncomfortable and is offering aftercare. Not at all what you had assumed of Lloyd Hansen.
âI should finish the noodles,â you finally pull away from him leaving the cream untouched on the island as you separate the noodles into the bowl. You slide over his bowl, but remain standing as you take a bite.
âAre you struggling to sit down?â
âI think thatâs quite obvious, Lloyd.â
âThe cream would help.â
âThen why donât you put it on me since it was you that caused it?â
Lloyd takes a slow bite of his buttery noodles, and then another. Keeping those cool blue eyes on you the entire time he finishes his bowl before letting his fork drop into the bowl with a clink. He stands up, walking around you as he cleans up the mess you made before his body towers behind you.
Leaning his head around you until his mouth is right at the shell of your ear, âPut it on yourself,â he starts to walk back to his bedroom before stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, âMake sure you clean up your mess,â even though you canât see his face, he smiles. He still had control. And if you want him to put anything on you, you need to learn how to ask with manners. He wouldnât be commanded. He was the one in control. Despite the strain in his pants. Fucking nymph.
You exhale, not even realizing you had been holding your breath. Sweat beads around your hairline, and you struggle to control your breathing. What is he doing to you to make you feel soâŚweak? Did you actually want him to see your ass again?
âUgh,â you groan as you put away your dishes, and grab up the cream. Stopping outside of Lloydâs bedroom when you hear the shower on, and an angry groan. Moan? You arenât sure. He sounds like heâs not happy with his shower.
If he wanted to ice you out while also exposing you, you could do the same. You let a phone call from Chase go to voicemail. You werenât in the mood for his games, or even whatever brand of medicine he had to offer. You are sore, and still left â
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Steve Rogers x me đââď¸ number 32 or 50 please
Oh!! I love this one so much, but...just don't hate me with this.
There Goes My Life
Summary: just one last time
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, a smidge of dirty talk, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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He sighs as his blue eyes peer at your sleeping form. You never listened. It was too easy for him to get in through your window, and just gaze at you while you sleep. He warned you that there was a target on your back. Especially the moment you left SHIELD. It just didnât seem right anymore. Not without Steve, and not knowing what you now know.
You look peaceful, which is more than what he can say for himself. Your windows seem smaller now, or maybe it was just because he felt he could never get too close to you. The picture of the two of you still sits beside your bed, and he feels an ache in his chest as you cling to his pillow. By now his scent would have worn off considering how you had your face buried into it.
âCap, you have a short window. Iâll buy you some more time. Enjoy your girl.â
âThanks, Sam,â he whispers, leaning over to remove his boots. If he didnât have this need to hold you and enjoy you while he could, he would tell you how stupid it was to leave your window unlocked. But he also knew why.
You are also painfully aware that Steve had someone watch your place. Everything changed in such a short time. You didnât think he would be coming back, much less as often as he did.
Removing his suit, he lets the mess of what was Captain America drift into your floor. Fully naked, and for a reason, he lifts the blanket on his side, and slides in. His eyes rake over your beautiful sleeping face. There wasnât enough time for him to just watch you, but he did it all the same. He missed you so much it hurt. So much that he couldnât even focus on the task at hand because he was waiting on you to tell him what to do. But this isnât SHIELD, and you no longer were in his ear.
Your full lashes flutter with his warm breath. Your body sidles up to his even more. Heâs so proud of you, even in your sleep you knew it was him. He reaches to pull the pillow from your grasp, wanting you to use him instead when your sleepy eyes blink away the clouds from your vision.
âSteve?â
âShh,â he whispers, his nose pressing up against yours. Every moment with him is bittersweet because you know heâll be off somewhere else before you wake up again. Leaving you feeling like everything was only a figment of your imagination.
Your lashes flutter close as you absorb his warmth. His breath. And when his lips press against your trembling ones. âSugar,â he pleads, but you donât want to waste time. Each time he visited you felt like it would be the last time, and that killed you inside. âStop.â
âSteve, just take me. Make me forget that you wonât be here in the morning.â
âYou make me feel like the biggest asshole.â
âLanguage, Captain,â he chuckles on your lips. Hoisting his body to hover over yours. His legs positioned in between your own, and he slides his apart as he sinks lower over you. His silky steel cock, lays over your bare mound, and you shutter at the feeling.
âI really hate that you were privy to that moment.â
âWhyâs that?â You tease as he grips his length in one hand and runs it through your slick.
âBecause every time I growl out filth in your ears, I want them to be your words only. Because even though you hold your head up high, and you look so regal walking into SHIELD, youâre my dirty little slut.â
âYour dirty little slut wishes that you would just fuck herâŚahh,â you gulp as his thick veiny member plunges into your depths. Fully sheathing himself into your wet heat, and his weight settles on yours. It is the best kind of smothering. âTell me you love me.â
âI love you so much,â he grunts as his hips piston in and out of your walls. Pushing and pulling into every bit of you. Molding the two of you together again, and you hope that this was the normal. That you didnât have to wait months until you got to feel him again. That this was a bad dream, and Steve wasnât an enemy of the country.
You focus on the way his body cages around yours and how the two of you had so many beautiful plans. Feel only the way his thicker body made you feel so small. The tickle of his beard as he nips along your neck. You swear every part of him got thicker. And it made you more needy for him.
You took every bit of his hard and deep thrusts because your body was made for him. Nobody pulled out the sounds from your lips. There was nobody else you trusted the way you trusted him. In a different world you and Steve would have already been married, and have a baby on the way. He would have given up this fight with the Avengers just to live a normal life.
But those dreams werenât reality. Now it was a dream that the man you love was becoming so feral with the limited time he had with you. His hands slam on the headboard above you, and his hips stab into you with so much force you start to see stars. This is how he always ended things. He wanted to make sure you almost passed out with pleasure and pressure.
His thrusts make the picture frames rattle on the walls. Your hands cling to his wide hips as you feel yourself start to go blank. Damn this beautiful man. He couldnât even bear to say goodbye. The solution was to fuck you stupid. Fuck him.
You try and hold on. See the image of Steve gritting his teeth as he forces his orgasm away. Waiting on you to succumb to your exhaustion. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your walls clench down tight around his cock, and he gets a few more ruts into you before ribbons of hot thick cum fill your belly up.
He stutters his movement as he watches your head lull to the side, and he hates himself for doing this. Hates having to be so careful. There is nothing he wants more than to bask in your silky walls all day. He pulls himself out of you, and smiles when you sleepily whimper at the loss of him.
Giving himself just a moment to stare at your gaping cunt leaking of him. âCaptain, itâs time. We gotta be careful.â
He leaves you laying there, but covers you back up. Leaving behind the scent of him on your sheets, and the regret that things arenât different. This had to be the last time. He was putting you into too much danger. Slowly heâd call the eye from watching you. Heâd let you go because thatâs how much he loved you.
âIâm always careful,â he says, slipping back into his suit.
I've been sitting here staring at my computer for the longest time trying to figure out exactly what to say. I've been trying to find the words to accurately portray just what you guys mean to me and just how thankful I am for each and every one of you, and I just keep coming up blank. Or maybe it's the tears making it hard to see the screen. Idk. đ (but it's probably the latter)
I think you guys saw this coming way before I did and I'm sorry for leaving you in the dark for so long while I figured out exactly what was next for me. And as difficult as it has been for me to come to this decision... I think my days of fanfic have come to an end.
As some of you know, my debut novel was released on January 16th and since then, my focus has been pulled toward writing book two in the series and I just don't have the mental capacity to do both. I'm so incredibly sorry for that.
I will never EVER be able to express just how much you all mean to me. I will never be able to thank you for giving me the courage to write, for giving me feedback, and for sending me so much love and advice. There are so many things that I'm thankful for when it comes to my writing journey, but at the top of the list, it will always be YOU.
I am where I am in this journey because each and every one of you gave me the confidence to pursue this passion. I hope you know that I'm eternally grateful!!!
I do think now that I've gotten this weight off of my chest, I'll feel better about being on tumblr lmfao i've been feeling guilty about logging on and not having answers about where i am with writing... so please know this definitely isn't goodbye. I love you guys too much for that! But as for writing on this account, I don't think we'll be seeing anything else from me.
It's such a bittersweet feeling and I hope you guys can understand where I'm coming from!
Tumblr will always hold a special place in my heart. Ya'll got me through such a hard time in my life and it means the world.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so so much.
-- time-for-a-lullaby & time-for-a-library (kait)
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