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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 3
A/N: Trigger warnings for mention of blood/mild violence/bruising/wounds
It was difficult not to be distracted by the appearance of raindrops that rolled down the clear glass of the music room. It was almost as difficult to ignore the rain as it was to look past the overhanging clouds that gave the city an inauspicious and dismal appearance.
The forecast had been calling for rain for the past seven days, each consecutive day supposedly going to be barraged with precipitation and yet only today had the city gotten any.
It would have bothered you if you hadnât been staying later to collaborate on a project with one of the other music composition students. You wouldâve been concerned about trying to make it back to your apartment in the dreary weather, even if the rain had already stopped, but seeing as how youâd be working late you figured the rain would stop.
Although the longer you watched the rain while your classmate worked, the quicker you had become doubtful that the clouds would lift and the rain would stop. It was a heavy and trodden blanket that hung over the city, the rain and the dense burrowing clouds adding yet another layer of darkness.
âI can walk you home.â Your classmate and collaborator, Ryan Beauchamp, had offered you a ride when he was done.
Normally you wouldâve taken him up on the offer although the prospect of staying another hour past what you already had seemed worse than facing the weather.
You appreciated the offer anyway, you said as much when you gathered your notes and the composition pages and tucked them into your bag. You knew Ryan was a good friend and more trustworthy than most college guys you knew.
Ryan was a brother to three younger sisters and heâd liked to consider himself a universal campus big brother. He had chided you more than once for trying to walk home on a particularly cold night, or when he was worried about you running into trouble.
Youâd told him countless times when you were working together that the walk was short and it was safe enough.
Once you got off campus onto the main road you only had a fifteen-minute walk and you would pass a few places that were open late in case you needed somewhere to hide if anything had happened. It was a reoccurring event that youâd grown used to in the past three weeks while working on the project with Ryan.
You would gather all your composition papers and notes, all the thoughts and ideas in your head that youâd bounced off each other, shove them into your bag and then start to head to the exit with him. Ryan and yourself would make small talk, insignificant conversation before youâd part ways.
That night had been no different, to your relief the raindrops that had barraged the portion of the city you were in had stopped, the cement drenched and pooling in sections of the surface. You started your trek through campus as usual, avoiding the grass that was soaked headily with moisture only stopping once youâd stepped off campus to find your phone.
It was the message youâd gotten from your roommate that was the catalyst for your night gone to hell, the innocent message asking you to stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up her prescription.
It was a simple request, an errand that you hadnât thought twice about doing since you were closest and the pharmacist was closing soon.
Your roommate wouldnât have made it to the drugstore before they closed and she needed the medicine for the morning, a problem that you hadnât minded helping her with. It was a detour that you had made before, the quick stop at the pharmacy wouldnât add but minutes to your trip home from universityâa short errand that bled into a flurried hell that you couldnât escape.
It was nothing but a moment between stepping outside the pharmacy with your roommateâs prescription in your bag, to the pained and wounded cry that called you toward a side street near the drugstore.
You were caught off guard by the sound that was reminiscent of a wounded animal, the whimper tugging on your bleeding heart and stirring your engrained desire to do good in the world. You followed the sound, your naivety compelling you to help where you could even if you were heading further down the side street.
You found them dumped in the corner of a dead end, two men slumped over together against a chain link fence. Their clothes were torn and ripped to shreds, very little pieces of their once pristine jackets had remained intact and even through the dim lighting you knew they needed help
Dropping to the cold wet concrete, you reached for the man closest to you, the one whose eyes were in a constant flux of opening and shutting as he tried to remain conscience.
You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket and attempted to move him, your stomach churning at the acrid stench of copper that hung in the air, twisted and mixed with the unpleasant malodour of grave injuries.
Even in the darkened side street, you could discern the severity of their wounds. Through the dim light, you could recognize the man furthest from you as one of the more prominent businessmen in the city who had founded a number of councils and boards. You could recognize him through the wounds and the bruises, the blood that clung to him hadnât done enough to misconstrue his identity.
Jason Wallen was a rich man, he was a man whose face was on countless billboards with his prominent message a vow to the city council to eradicate the crime districts. He had vowed to commit a vast majority of his wealth and influence to find and track down every underhanded man who had invested in the seedy dealings of this place.
âP-please-â The man clinging limply to the chain link fence pleaded with you, every breath was coming at the cost of his ability to stay awake and verbally communicate with you.
Your hands were going to be stained with blood, and tracings of the necessary and vital substance to keep them both alive were soaking into your clothes as you tried to keep the main you were helping upright.
Sinking back on your haunches, you dug through your bag for your phone, adrenaline pumping through you while you dialled 9-1-1. Your mind was far from you, you were being led by your instincts while talking to the dispatcher detailing everything you had found and needed.
âI d-donât want to d-die-â The sound of his gurgling nauseated you, it was a sound that you felt you would never be able to uproot from the corners of your mind.
âYouâre not going to die, youâre not going to die. An ambulance is coming, okay? Youâre going to get help.â Your voice trembled, your hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding from his chest while you looked at the prominent businessman, watching his chest slow down and his eyes become distant. âYouâre going to be okay, youâre going to be fine. Help is coming.â
Despite your effort, it felt like you hadnât done enough. You shouldâve done more.
The sound of sirens pierced the ill silence, the sharp signals of ambulatory care were echoing in your head like an air raid siren only you could hear. You fell back with a strained scream when bright lights illuminated both the side street and the damage done to the two men that were left to die.
You couldnât get out of the way fast enough for the paramedics, struggling to rise to your feet and grab your bag while they worked on the two men. Your feet carried you out of the side street where you were stopped by two police officers, one speaking on the radio and the other trying to speak to you.
It was all muffled and quiet, discourse between what you couldnât hear and the images engrained in your mind of the two men and their broken, bruised and battered bodies.
You were jostled from sleep by a warm large hand shaking your shoulder, and the husky whispering of one of your guards.
Your first reaction was to smack his hand away from you and protest his disturbance with a muttered threat that was incomprehensible. Your eyes remained closed, screwed shut while the faint and unrelenting memory that invaded your sleep was replaced with a stern prompt to get up.
âWeâre here, Y/N. You need to get out of the vehicle and stretch your legs.â He placed his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking you twice until he could see you open your eyes and feel you shift in the front seat.
You raised your hands to hide your eyes in the palms of your hands, fingertips and nails digging into your scalp as a temporary release of tension. It was only a moment of the dull sense of pain before you lowered your hands and settled your vision on the location of your new and falsified life in the Witness Protection Program until you could head to trial.
The house was another piece of this fabricated story that you would be living until things had come to a close, this structure would be filled with fake memories and dinner parties, gatherings that would all allude to you, Steve, Ari and Andy being this new to town polyamorous unit who wanted peace in a safe place.
It was a fine thread spun into a fairytale-like story that was convoluted, just like the ring on your finger and the rings on theirs. It was all a necessary addition to a lie that was put in place like a shield to hide you until you were useful. So much of the drive had been lost to you being caught in your mind or to sleep that felt less fruitful than it shouldâve been.
And now you were home.
It was a cute little house if nothing else, with an enclosed porch that would face the sunset. It was built of solid wood and stained white to match, with a solid oak door that led into the porch and further on into the house. Attached to the left side of the enclosed porch was a swing built into the left of the space with two mismatched hand-sewn pillows.
The house was on two levels, and as far as you understood, had six bedrooms and 4 baths. It was beautiful and newly renovated, it was a farmhouse on the edge of this small town where no one would know your real name.
It was a dream come true in any other situation, if you werenât here for your protection youâd have loved to live in a place like this. This house was cozy and seemed welcoming, in a small town where everyone helped each other out and neighbours took care of neighbours. This would have been ideal for you, it would have been encompassing some version of your dreams that called to you.
You took it all in with scrutiny, on the edge of fear weighing you down and apprehension rooted in uncertainty. You couldnât plan your future days, weeks or months. Not even in the most minimal way could you have planned anything and that had sparked your anxiety.
However it wasnât the homely state of the house or the enclosed porch that had made your attention wander from two of the three men acting as your husbands, it was the trio standing on the lawn waiting for you. The two men and one woman appeared friendly and welcoming, with trays of food and homemade baking resting in their arms.
âHi! We wanted to be the first to welcome you.â The woman was beautiful though older than yourself, with rich dark hair that was fastened in boxer braids and tied back in a silk scrunchie.
âIâm Lia and these are my husbands, Sam & Carter.â Her husbands, like her, were equally as beautiful as she was and no less friendly or welcoming to the three of you. They had all appeared to be relatively close in age and there was a deep bond between them that was apparent to you even if youâd just met them.
âGrant,â Steve gave his faux name and rest his hand on the small of your back to ease your worries, âmy brother Andy and I share our wife.â
They didnât bat an eye at the idea of sharing, they hadnât hesitated to extend the polite first meeting with encouraging and warm smiles that matched their personalities.
âThe realtor mentioned there were three of you?â
Carter had questioned them, no less polite than he was before.
âCole works long distance, heâs here for a few days and gone for weeks.â Heat bloomed beneath Ariâs hand when he placed it upon the small of your back, a nudge for you to converse despite your lips feeling like theyâd been seen shut.
âIâm sorry, we never even asked your name.â Lia had drawn attention to you, her warm eyes cast upon you expectantly.
âDanah.â You mumbled the name that had become your new identity. âMy name is Danah.â
The name felt foreign rolling off your tongue, unclear and unfamiliar though you would have to grow used to it. You repeated yourself, a little more clearly than before and with more enunciation.
âWe know how hard it can be to move so we wanted to welcome you with some food. And if you need any help when your things arrive tomorrow, Sam and Carter have the day off.â Lia handed the gifts of food to Steve, trading them off with a polite and warm offer to have dinner together once you were settled.
With the food and gifts of sweets given, the new neighbours had made a quick departure to give you privacy, though you followed them with your eyes until they were out of view.
âWe should get inside.â Ari led you first, following behind you as a shield to block you from view as you walked up the steps of the porch, through the screen door and further to the front door of the house.
For now, you were home.
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ౚà§Ëââ©â§â Cherryâs Cevans Series Rec List
thought iâd make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this listđ«¶đ» i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near futuređđđ
Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby
âSteve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. Youâre the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Youâre convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)â
Wicked Games - @evansbby
Ari is the campus fuckboy and youâre his little plaything. But heâs telling the truth when he says heâs going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?
What A World - @onsunnyside
S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual personâa blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]
Just Because I Wonât Die For You, Doesnât Mean I Wonât Kill For You - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...howâs a girl supposed to say no?
Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513
When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513
You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.
Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)
His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks
you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.
Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight
Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.
Finding Home - @navybrat817
Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)
Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut
y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
No Better Than Beastâs - @lokislastlove
Youâre an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing⊠but itâs a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)
DoppelgÀnger - @boxofbonesfic
Your husbandâs twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)
Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl
your relationship with ransom and his insane family.
Brooklynâs Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000
Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.
Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000
She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.
Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007
A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.
Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes
loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.
A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?
Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie
Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James âBuckyâ Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?
The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby
When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6âČ3âł, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the âNo Fraternizationâ clause in your employee contract, youâre drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.Â
Planet Evans Universe - @astranva
In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fairâs 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)
Donât Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)
Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers
Youâre called the Vixen because you were HYDRAâs favorite creation. Youâre very hard to catch, and once you are, itâs even harder to keep you.
Letâs Ride - @starryevermore
Youâre a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)
Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin
Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Bostonâs underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isnât looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.
Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes
Youâre sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but youâre worried youâve missed the boatâŠthat is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)
Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch
Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.
A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey
the leaves are changingâgreen fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant redâand the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers
Wilfordâs Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Wilford places you in Curtisâ care so he can impregnate you.
In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory
One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?
Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog
The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.
Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe
In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?
Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren
A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesnât take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.
Love On The Brain - @howardpotts
Youâre just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)
Flamingo King - @onsunnyside
The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, youâve been here for years unlike your ânewâ neighbour, Ari. Heâs older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, arenât you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?
Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll
AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)
This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog
You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.
Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark
On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldnât ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but youâre ready to show him that youâve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)
Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup
Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.
Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger
Ransom Drysdale may be Bostonâs most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he wonât take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie
steve rogers has always been americaâs golden boy, leading earthâs mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so itâs only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.
Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby
Living in this life, youâve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and youâre dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, youâre pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. Heâs the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
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|| Wrong Turn ||
Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You.Â
Trope: Neat and clean âcivilizedâ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power.Â
Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a âresourceâ. But little did your âhusbandâ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy⊠And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.
Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.
Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact.Â
Inspo-ish: This post.
Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time⊠in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.
MASTERLIST
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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself. Â
âEat up, womanâ but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. âSo you can bear me healthy childrenâ although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of.Â
You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. âI had quite a lot while I was cooking, dearâ your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. âY- You go aheadâ you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence.Â
âYou need it. You work so hardââ there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before.Â
A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception.Â
Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.
âI don't careâ Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his âcareâ for you. âYou eat moreâ you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. âWives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and childrenâ he probably feels proud of these âvaluesâ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you.Â
Your âhusbandâ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long.Â
The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at âhomeâ.Â
âO- Of courseâ you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. âThank you, dearâ you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.
He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it.Â
Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.
Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of âaffectionâ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude.Â
His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly âaffectionateâ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.
âDo you feel any change in you, wife?â You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. âHas my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?â You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. âHm?â He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. âAnswer meâ he demands when you refuse to speak.Â
âI⊠I don't know, husbandâ you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity.Â
âWhat does that mean?â His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders.Â
You get it.
That was the deal, after all.Â
Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days.Â
But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.
You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.
âI- I meanâ regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. âI've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how toâŠâ Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve.Â
Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.
But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.
You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here.Â
Especially for someone like you.
Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.
âIs that so?â Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is âbabyâ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you.Â
âIs not this strange?â He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. âDo you hear what they say about you, little one?â Fuck, you're definitely in trouble.Â
He is reminding you of your place.Â
You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. âW- What do they say, dear?â They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above themâ oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no!Â
Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. âThey tell me the most odd thingsâ oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. âAnd now that I think about it myselfâŠâ His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. âI see theââ
âWhat did they say, Steve?â Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness.Â
Fuck.Â
âThey say you've been getting rid of my seedâ he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? â... Do you?â It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped.Â
And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. âW- What? NoâŠâ Your mind becomes erratic.
âNo?â He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.
âN- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!â Steve has to clench down his scoff.Â
âYou wouldn't, would you?â Your naivete never fails to amuse him.
âNo! I- I don't know why they accuse me soââ you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. âI don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!âÂ
He hums. âI seeâŠâ His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. âSo you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?â
âOf course!â You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. âI don't know why they still treat me like an outsiderâ you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. âI try my best⊠like I promised.âÂ
âYes, your promiseâ his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!
âI- It takes time sometimes, dearâŠâ You hug his shoulders with one arm. âBut it will happen. I know itâŠâ Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now.Â
âOh?â Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. âIs that what your modern day sciences say?â His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned âcivilizationâ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense.Â
Apparently.
You take a deep breath. âStevieââ you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.
âIf that is what you believe in, wife,â he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. âI'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?â Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once.Â
But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now.Â
âY- You don't have to, l- loveâŠâ You nervously giggle. âYou're perfect the way you areâ you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.
âOh noâŠâ Now he pushes his food farther away. âI will indulge you, little oneâ he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his⊠fuck. âTime conspires against us, and so we must make haste.â
Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. âM- My love?!âÂ
Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. âYes, my starsâ the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. âLet us leave time to its devices, and us oursâ your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no⊠Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!
âHusbââ blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you.Â
Holy shit.
You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. âYou will contribute, my stubborn little wife,â you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. âWhether you like it, or notâ sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore.Â
He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be.Â
It appears as though the sentence has changed.Â
It is now Steve, or Steve.
You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind itâ
No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!
âOh!â The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it. Â
His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance.Â
Indifference has never been among your strong suits.
âTell me, my prettyâ Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. âHave you ever had a cock like mine?â He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that youâre only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. âHas anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?â He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time.Â
Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasnât bound you, which he hasnât- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. âOnly you, my husband! Only you!â Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions.Â
âThat's rightâ your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. âLook at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heatâ a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. âAnd you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?â His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. âWanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?â In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.
Steve knows it all too well.
And he loves it.
âYes!â Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. âYes! Yes! I am! Please!â Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. âOhhh!â
âYou want to be bred, don't you?â He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. âWant to contributeâŠ?â He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. âProvide your husband with a house full of heirs?â The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm.Â
It always gets better after that.Â
For him, at least.Â
You don't choke him out so much then.
âY- Yes!â When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. âYes! Yes!â It is all your mind can muster.
âGoodâ he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. âNow ask me to breed youâ the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs.Â
âPlease breed me!â Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. âPlease breed me and s- stuff me full your children!â Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. âOh GOD! Please!â Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. âI need your b- babies so bad, hubby!âÂ
Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. âTell themâ his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. âTell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babiesâ since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. âSay it!â And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here.Â
Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud.Â
You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity.Â
âNeed hubby babies bad!â You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. âOh, my God!â The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.
But your insatiable is far from done.
âFlattering, but noâ Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. âThe father of your children will sufficeâ your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices.Â
âW- What?!â Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. âWhat'sâ oh!â You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. âOh! OhâŠâ Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. âOh, no! No, please!â You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion.Â
âNo?â The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. âYou think you can say that to me?â One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. âYou think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?â
But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. âStop! Stop!â Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace⊠for now. âIt hurts, stop!âÂ
âThat is the part and parcel of having childrenâ your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. âAnd is that not why you're here?â His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. âWhat you were spared for in the first place?â A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off andâŠ
âIt hurts, you old bastard!â Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. âStop, stop, stop it!â Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away.Â
Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. âDid your mother not teach you anything, wife?â He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. âGood girls never tell their husbands noâ your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. âThey lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.â Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision.Â
âUgh!â You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. âI don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!â Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. âLet go!âÂ
âThereâ he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. âRight there, easy nowâ his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. âNow I make a bunny out of youâ his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives.Â
You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. âOoof!â Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there.Â
âBratâ Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. âDon't you move a muscle.â You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try.Â
âHubby, please!â You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. âPlease!â Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. âOwwwiee!â
âAwâ Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. âSo small and sore, aren't we?â The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. âMaybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?â
âOooof!â One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. âHubby, please!â The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust.Â
âPlease?â Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. âOh, but I thought I was a mean old bastardâ of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. âAnd you didn't want my stupid blonde babiesâ you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you.Â
Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. âYou've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steveâ he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. âDon't you agree, my sweet?â He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously.Â
Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. âLook at this adorable little button of yours, darlingâ you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. âI think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?â Â
Oh, no.Â
His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!
âNo answer? No?â It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. âHm,â he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. âMaybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hmâ?â
âOH, GOD!â You cannot help but scream over him.Â
He is too much.
Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. âShe's your friend, isn't she?â Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. âAren't you, Rainie dear?âÂ
Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again.Â
âAnswer him, sunshineâ Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all.Â
The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. âY- Yes, sir. We are friendsâ her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle.Â
If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.
It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.
No wonder they are best mates.
âGood, goodâ you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. âSo, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?â He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.
Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further.Â
âShy little thing, isn't she, my precious?â So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. âMaybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?â The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. âLook at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little slothâ it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result.Â
And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. âN- No, no, no hubby! No!â You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. âI- I didn't mean it!â The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it.Â
âYou didn't?â How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during.Â
âNo! No!â Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. âI d- didn't!âÂ
Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. âOh, I seeâ now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. âThen, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?â He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.
After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence.Â
Nothing less, nothing more.
Just this.Â
A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe.Â
He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting.Â
Addictive.
âIs âcauseâ hnnng, causeâ!â He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.
âBecause, what?â Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down.Â
Quite literally.Â
âBecause I am j- just an i- impudent,â Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. âLittle wife and I am a d- dumbyââ
âFuckâŠâ Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.
You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.
ââ D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsyââ your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. âSo I get shtoopid and u- ungatefulâ Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. âB- But husby always fixesâ your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.
Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness.Â
âLook at me, heyâ he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. âThis is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any moreâ his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. âThis is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,â his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. âThis is the face you will kiss and cherishâ his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. âAnd this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your lastâ he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.
Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form.Â
For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake.Â
You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thingâ fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way.Â
And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.
. . .
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Indecent Exposure Pt. I: Bye Bye, Daddy
Summary: You get more than you bargained for when your father decides to leave you in the care of his four best friends, your fake Uncles, while he's on away on tour for the summer. Read Part Two!
Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Discussions of Voyeurism, Brief Mentions of Mouth Soaping, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.
"But Daaaad.â You whine, drawing out the word as you follow your father into the kitchen. Shoulders slumped, you canât seem to stop yourself from pouting.Â
While youâd initially made peace with the prospect of being left alone for the practically the entire summer before you planned to start your freshman year at NYU, you positively balked at the idea being left in the care of a fucking babysitter.Â
Four of them, actually.
âNo buts, pumpkin.â Your father drops his carry-on bag next to the door, on top of his other luggage. âItâs not good for you to be stuck in this big old house all by your lonesome. You even said as much just the other week.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ You trail off, pissed at the fact that youâd essentially brought this on yourself. âThat was back when you werenât even sure if you were going.â
At first, your old man had been rather skeptical at going on tour with his former bandmates. Theyâd had a couple hits back in the day, but nothing major. Even still, theyâd somehow managed to amass a bit of a cult following.Â
And so when he was offered the opportunity to open for a much larger classic rock band, he just couldnât pass it up. And you hadnât had the heart to make him either. Dreams like this seldom came true for anybody, let alone a mild-mannered pharmacist who was pushing fifty.Â
âWhy canât you at least take me with you?â
He turns to you then, heaving a sigh before pulling you into his arms. "Life on the road is no place for my little girl. Which is why Iâve asked your Uncles to check-in on you.â He presses a gentle kiss on your mop of curly hair, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you.
âAnd this is where Iâd like to point out that Iâm 18 years old, which makes me a full-fledged adult.â Wrapping your arms around your middle, you try to play it off like you donât care about him leaving so soon after your birthday.Â
But you do. While your birthday had only been last week, you two hadn't even had the chance to embark on your annual fishing trip yet.
âI know that. Of course I know that.â Heâs quick to reassure you. âAnd as a newly minted adult Iâm sure youâll be on your own some nights â the ones when Bucky canât stay and none of your other uncles are available.â
âUgh! Can you please stop calling them that?â
Little did he know that you were mere seconds away from covering your ears and letting out a frustrated scream.Â
âWell, thatâs what they are. They may not be blood, but it still counts.â Your father just shakes his head. Apparently he hadnât expected you to put up this much of a fight before his departure. âAnd while it might be true that itâs been a while since youâve seen your uncles, each one has assured me that they would be more than delighted to keep an eye out for their favorite niece.â
âDad, I donât even know them like that! At least not anymore...â
Youâre rewarded with yet another weary sigh. âThen it looks like youâll have the whole summer to get reacquainted with them then, wonât you?â His hands go to grip your shoulders, all but forcing you to look him in the eyes. âBesides, Buckâll be around. Iâm sure heâll help ease you into everything.â
Itâs impossible to stop the derisive snort that escapes the back of your throat.Â
âSweetheart, my ride is going to be here any minute nowâŠâ He tells you, making it clear that neither one of you has time for the tantrum you seem so keen on throwing. âYouâve gotta know that I only want whatâs best forââ
The two of you are interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into your driveway. And while you donât recognize it, youâre almost certain that itâs too sleek and expensive to belong to any Lyft driver.Â
âSpeak of the devil!â Your father suddenly exclaims before throwing open the door and rushing down the steps. Which is fine, except for the part when he decided to drag you along with him. âBucky fuckinâ Barnes â just in the knick of time too!â
Well, there went Plan A. So much for locking up the house after your Dad was gone and refusing to answer the fucking door for anyone except the pizza delivery guy.Â
However, in spite of your annoyance and frustration, you canât help the tiny jolt of electricity that hums along your skin as you watch the dark haired man peel himself out of the driverâs seat so that he can properly greet you both. Â
âGet a look at you, old man!â Bucky chuckles as he enthusiastically brings your Dad in for a hug, lightly thumping his back as he does. âCanât believe somebody actually fucked up and told you you got to be a rockstar!â
Your uncleâs smile only broadens when he finally lays eyes on you. But itâs the way heâs looking at you that catches your attention â itâs not quite a leer â but his blatant perusal is enough to make you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.Â
âI know!â Comes your Dadâs eager response. âThatâs why Iâm trying to get out of here before whoever signed off on this sobers up and realizes his mistake.â Both men are grinning from ear to ear when they finally take a step back.Â
And thatâs when all eyes turn to you.Â
âAnd whoâs this gorgeous young lady?â Bucky inquires, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he makes a quiet show of looking you over once again, this time allowing his gaze to linger just a fraction too long on your cutoff denim shorts.Â
âOh, come on now.â Good olâ Dad reaches over to grab your wrist, pulling you even closer. Which is the absolute last thing you want. âDonât tell me you donât recognize your niece.âÂ
âIs that my sweet, little Clover?â Bucky pretends to rub exaggeratedly rub his eyes while evoking your childhood nickname. âI guess it is. Except now sheâs all grown up.â Your Dad drops your wrist in time for the other man to grab your hand so that he can give you a little twirl. "Just turned 18, in fact."
âI heard. So pretty.â He hums, although the words are spoken just low enough so that only you can hear them. âYouâve got yourself a knockout for a daughter, Dale.â You resist the urge to squirm when you feel the roughened pad of his thumb lightly stroke along the ridges of your knuckles. âI wouldnât be surprised if you kept a shotgun by the door.âÂ
While you suspect that his words are meant in jest, the only person that laughs is the man who raised you.Â
âI actually keep it in the front closet. Which reminds meâŠâ You father turns to you then, pinning you with a knowing look. âNow pumpkin, I know you're not super excited about the current arrangement and all that, but Iâd appreciate it if youâd, uh, refrain from having any boys over at the house while Iâm gone.âÂ
You swiftly open your mouth to protest, only to be surprised when Bucky beats you to the punch.Â
âRoger that.â He grins down at you, the dimple in his left cheek on full display. âYour Daddy said no boys allowed, little Clover. Do we have your promise youâre gonna respect his wishes?â
Tugging your hand out his grasp, you turn your attention to your Dad, offering up a sugary sweet smile. âBut what about Peter? You actually like him, remember? Besides, heâs pretty much my best friend.â
âWellâŠâ
Because you couldnât fathom the idea of a summer without him. And you just know heâs going to relent and make an exception. That is, until Bucky decides to go and open up his mouth.Â
âYou heard your Daddy, sweetheart.â He gently admonishes you, a hint of mockery in his tone. âBesides, I donât think any of your uncles want to have to deal with strange boys wandering around the house.â
âGood man.â Your father agrees, clapping the other man on his shoulder. âAnd speaking of Andy, Ari, and Steve, this one here is a little nervous about seeing them again. I donât know why. I mean itâs been a while since everyoneâs gotten togetherâŠâ
âAww, bug.â He coos, wrapping a brawny arm around your much smaller waist. âAre you worried we donât love you anymore?â You find yourself gritting your teeth to keep from elbowing him in the kidney.Â
Why the hell did he have to make that sound soâŠsuggestive? And how come your father didn't seem to notice?Â
âNo.â You grunt, hating the man for having the nerve to smell so damned good â like spiced vanilla and cedar.Â
âBecause we most certainly do. You know, Andy was just looking at your senior picture the other day.â His large, warm hand settles just above the curve of your hip. âHe actually sent it to the group chat and none of us could believe just how much our little Clover had blossomed. Right under our noses.â
âAâawesome.â You mumble, wishing he would stop touching you so much. It did funny things to your belly, which you did not appreciate.
âIâm sure heâll tell you all about it when he gets here.âÂ
Shock has your mouth falling open, briefly leaving you almost too stunned to make a sound. And to make matters worse, your fatherâs Lyft picks that very moment to pull up behind Buckyâs sports car.Â
âWhat?â You eventually croak. Not that you receive much of a response, what with both men choosing to abandon you in favor of grabbing luggage and loading it into the driverâs trunk.Â
âAlright, pumpkin.â Your Dad calls out once theyâve got everything secured. âIâll call you from the road. I left instructions on the fridge and with Bucky. You need anything you call me, okay?âÂ
Seconds later you find yourself pulled into a bear hug. And, because you donât know when youâll see him again, you choose not to argue or struggle. You can only hug him back as if your life depends on it.Â
âBe good.â He mumbles in your hair. âListen to your uncles. It may not seem like it, but they know what's best. And you have my word that they care about you just as much as I do.âÂ
âOkay.â Is all you can muster as you fight back tears. âIâI love you.â
âYou know it.â He holds you even tighter. âTo the moon and back, plus the galaxy and beyond.â Smiling when he releases you, you watch him climb into the waiting car before giving him one last wave.Â
And then heâs gone. You watch unmoving as the car backs out of the driveway and takes off down the road in the direction of the airport. It takes a moment for you to remember that youâre alone now.
Left to your own devices for the entire fucking summer.Â
âSave those pretty tears, Clover.â You jump when you feel a hand press against the small of your back. âYouâve got us â me, Andy, Ari, and Steve â and wonât let anything bad happen to you.â Bucky whispers, his mouth hovering just above your ear.
âI donât need a fucking babysitter.â You growl, stomping towards the front door.
âFair warning, sweetheart.â He calls after you, his voice tinged with laughter as he goes to follow you inside. âYour Uncle Steve doesnât like that kind of language. And Iâm afraid Uncle Andy isnât the type to put up with that attitude either.â
âThen tell them they should keep their asses home!â You snap as you reach the stairs, taking them two at a time all the while silently praying that he doesnât follow.
âAll Iâm saying is that Iâd hate to see Stevie have to wash out that pretty little mouth out with soap.â He calls from the bottom of the stairs, no longer bothering to hide his laughter.Â
The fucking pervy bastard was enjoying this!
You slam your door with a flourish, briefly reveling in the sound it makes as it shakes the entire frame. If Bucky, or any of your so-called uncles thought you were still that same, sweet little girl you used to then they were in for one hell of a rude awakening.
Fuck! Youâre so busy fuming over your current situation that you have no idea whatâs taking place quite literally beneath your feet. For tonight, you decide that ignorance is bliss. If you got hungry later youâd just have to find something on DoorDash.
You throw yourself on your bed with a huff, punching your pillow over and again until you feel some of the rage leave your body. This summer was going to fucking blow unless you found a way to stay busy away from the house.Â
Meanwhile, Bucky has taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs. Pulling out his phone he opens the group chat he has with his buddies and proceeds to start typing. Call it intuition, but he had a feeling that he and his friends getting reacquainted with their precious little Clover was going to make for one hell of summer.
Oh yes, this was going to make for one hell of a summer indeed.
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: extreme voyeurism, daddy!kink, drugs (ecstasy), smutt, dd/lg vibes, dubcon, choking, dark Ari, liar Ari, cheater Ari, mean Ari, size difference, innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: Finally sick of Ari's lies, you're determined not to fall victim to his charms again.
đ/đ: This is part 2 of my fic, Wicked Games. Oh, I'm nervous about posting this! Please forgive any mistakes! Major warning for drug use and dubcon smut! Also, we finally find out who the second love interest it! Word count: 14.7k.
Coming to this party was a huge mistake, and you realise that the moment you enter the frat house. The musicâs so loud, you can barely hear yourself think. You definitely canât hear your friend Wanda, whoâs excitedly mouthing stuff at you as she hands you a shot. You quickly down it with her before taking in your surroundings: the whole room is dark and packed, with red and black strobe lights thumping along with the music. Bodies writhing at every turn, people laughing, screaming, kissing and more.
And then you see him. Amongst the sea of what feels like a bazillion people, Ari stands heads above them all. The 6â6ââ captain of the basketball team, so handsome in a white shirt that clings snugly to his muscular biceps. Even with a snapback resting backwards on his head, you can still see tufts of his long brown hair curling at the base of his neck. God, did he have to be so goddamn hot?
Of course, heâs staring straight back at you, and you know you should look away. But you stand there, gormless and entranced like a schoolgirl. Watching him take in your body, letting his eyes trail leisurely down your form and drink everything in. Heâs a fair distance away from you and half obstructed by dancing bodies, but you somehow still see his pink tongue peak out and run over his lips hungrily as he gazes at you.
Your dress is fire-engine red, daringly short and so form fitting that it barely covers your butt. The material is stretchy, hugging your body as the neckline dips lower than what youâre normally used to. You know Ari recognises the dress by the way his Adamâs apple bobs up and down. His eyes are locked in place, taking over your accentuated curves and pushed up cleavage.
Heâd seen it in your closet a few weeks ago, and you remember how heâd picked it up and whistled. âWhat a slutty dress, baby.â Heâd said, âWhy donât you put it on for daddy?â And of course, you had. You did anything he asked you to, and youâd never forget how dark his eyes had gotten, and how sombre heâd looked as heâd beckoned you over to his lap, his hands running up and down your body covered in the thin red fabric. âI donât want you wearing this dress in public, okay baby? Slutty dresses like this are for my eyes only. Promise me youâll never wear this for anyone else.â
And promise you had, but yet here you were. And you can practically see the smoke billowing out of Ariâs ears, and you can see his jaw clenching as heâs unable to rip his eyes off of you. And you feel almost bad for disobeying him, until you see a pink manicured hand grab Ariâs face and pull him down for a kiss. Sharon. He was here with her. But of course, he was here with her! She was his girlfriend, after all. And you were the gullible fool who heâd strung along the whole time he was with her.
It had only taken you a few days after your last hook-up with Ari in the locker-room to realise that he had not broken up with Sharon like heâd told you he had. Youâd seen them together on the campus courtyard, hand-in-hand, Sharon looking happier than ever. She definitely didnât look like someone whose uncle had just died. Ari had seen you too, and all he could muster up was a sheepish look before his girlfriend had dragged him away.
That had been last week, and since then, heâd been texting you nonstop.
Ari: Baby, itâs not what it looks like. Me and Sharon are just friends now!
Ari: Okay, fine. We got back together. But, baby, itâs only temporary ;) You know youâre my number one girl.
Ari: Send daddy a pic, baby girl ;)
Ari: Okay, I get that youâre mad but you know I donât like it when you ignore my messages.
Ari: I miss you, baby. Letâs FaceTime soon, okay? Wear something sexy ;)
Ari: Fuck you. Iâve got plenty of other options.
You prided yourself on not answering even one of his texts, despite the fact that you could feel your resolve weakening all week. But you were determined to never speak to him again, and definitely never be his play-thing or side-chick again. And now here you were, at a frat party that youâd let your friend Wanda drag you to. Which you definitely didnât come just so you could show Ari exactly what he was missing out on. Definitely notâŠ
Tearing your gaze away from the beefy basketball captain, you pour yourself and Wanda another shot each, cringing as the colourless liquid sloshes down your throat. But the burn is a welcome change from the heartache you feel, knowing youâre in the same room as Ari and her. You dare to peak back at them one more time and hate yourself for doing it because now theyâre dancing together, although you can see Ari still looking straight at you while his girlfriendâs back is turned.
âCâmon, letâs dance.â You drag Wanda to the dance floor determinedly.
âWell, well, well, if it isnât Little Miss Side Chick.â You hear a deep voice in your ear as two heavy hands land on your hips. Wanda has already busied herself with dancing with a guy you vaguely remember from freshman orientation, so you turn around and come face to face with another basketball player. Tall and rugged, hair buzzed off and tattoos smattered all over his chest and arms. Curtis.
âWhat do you want?â You sneer, because Curtis is Ariâs best friend. And anyone associated with Ari is an enemy to you.
âWhoa, retract your claws, kitten. Iâm not looking for a fight.â Curtis smirks, his hands firmly planted on your hips, swaying you along with him to the upbeat music. His body is practically glued to yours, and you canât help but inhale his manly scent. Itâs some type of aftershave that you donât recognise, but boy does it smell good.
âWell, I donât care what youâre looking for!â You raise your chin up at him defiantly, despite the fact that heâs more than a head taller than you. âAnd you can report that back to Ari, okay? And then you and him can both go to hellâWhoops!â You stumble forward in your high heels and cling to the beefy buzzcut-haired man in front of you to regain your balance. Curtisâ hand travels up to the small of your back as he pulls you closer, a shit-eating grin on his face.
âCareful, kitty kat.â
âDonât call me that!â
âBut you let Ari call you whatever he wants.â His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, and you canât help but cling to him. You feel like a small fish in this gigantic pond of a party, and Curtis feels solid as you teeter in your heels. You see the glint in his eye as he flashes you a smile. âIâve heard you getting fucked, you know.â
You pout, âThatâs really pervy, Curtis.â
âYeah? I feel like you and Levinson both love an audience. You want a drink, kitten?â
 âNo!â
âCâmon, you look like you need a drink. I mean, just look at you. Standing in the middle of the dancefloor looking all cute and pouty like a little baby.â
â âm not a baby!â
As if on cue, you pout again. But you let Curtis drag you back to the drinks table, watching in awe as he mixes different things together in a crystal glass he seems to have conjured out of nowhere. Something compels you to look over your shoulder, and you spy Ari from across the room. Sharonâs arms are around his neck but his eyes are still boring holes into you. Heâs got a can of beer that heâs currently crushing in his fist, and even in the darkness, you can see his face going red as his lips pull into a sneer.
Oh, he was jealous!
You giggle and give him a wave before pointedly turning back to Curtis and accepting whatever drink heâs just mixed for you.
âA baby drink for a baby like you.â Curtis pulls your cheek condescendingly and you scowl before eyeing the concoction in the glass. Itâs a pretty pale pink colour and smells kind of fruity. You look up questioningly at Curtis, who crosses his arms over his chest as he grins like a Cheshire cat. âGo ahead, kitten, it wonât bite. I told you, itâs a baby drink â you wouldnât even know thereâs alcohol in it. Tastes like strawberries and cream.â
âWell⊠that does sound yummy.â You dip your pinkie finger in the drink and swirl it around, pretending to consider it. Your eyes dart sideways in Ariâs direction once more. And heâs still staring at you, despite the fact that his girlfriendâs all up against him, whispering something in his ear. God, that makes you mad, and you down the drink without a second thought. It goes down your throat easy, with a pleasantly fruity aftertaste. You look up at Curtis and beam.
âYou were right! Tasted much better than shots! Could I have another, maybe?â You bat your lashes at him and he smirks. But he makes you another one, and you down it quickly, trying to flush away any thoughts of Ari and Sharon out of your mind. Screw both of them!
âEasy there, kitty kat. Itâs a drink, you donât have to down it like a shot.â Curtis grins, and itâs only when you feel his arm around your waist that you realise youâve fallen into him again. Whatever heâd put in your drinks seems to already be hitting you, but you donât care, donât care, donât care! And Curtisâ thumb rubbing circles on your hip feel kind of nice, and so you let him hold you as you sway, blinking rapidly as the alcohol mingles into your bloodstream.
âYou know, kitten, thereâs a bunch of empty rooms upstairs. Maybe we could find one âem so you can lie down for a while?â Curtis whispers beguilingly in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin and making you shiver in your tiny dress. He casually plays with the flimsy straps, pushing one down and exposing your shoulder. A second later you feel his lips press against your exposed skin, making your heart jump with thrill. Thereâs something hard poking against your stomach, and you giggle and bite your lip.
âDonât think I can get up the stairs, Curtis. Canât even⊠Canât even stand up straight!â Heâs supporting most of your body weight as you lean heavily into him, loving the feel of strong, beefy arms around you. Itâs dark enough that you can almost imagine they belong to someone elseâŠ
âDonât worry, kitten, Iâll carry you up there. Babies like you are meant to be carried, right? And I want to hear you scream like you did for Levinson in the locker room.â
You barely have a chance to consider his proposition before you feel a heavy hand grab your arm and pull you backwards. You stumble in your high heels before your back collides with a very solid, very sturdy chest.
âSheâs off limits, Curtis. You know that.â Ariâs voice is low but firm, and you turn to see the captain of the basketball team glaring daggers at his teammate and best friend, his brows furrowed and lips set in a thin line. His fingers are curled around your upper arm, not showing any signs of letting go as he looms formidably like a giant by your side. Sharonâs nowhere to be found.
âOh yeah? You finally ready to jump ship from one girl to the next, Ari?â Curtis grins, wholly unperturbed as he pops open a can of beer and takes a long swig.
âVery funny, asshole. Go find someone else to take advantage of.â Ari says wryly, still holding you with an iron grip while you gape at both of them. And a part of you â an admittedly pathetic part of you â is thrilled that Ariâs come over to you now. Clearly, he was affected by you talking to his best friend, and that makes you feel special.
Surprisingly, Curtis backs off easily, slinking off into the party like a panther. The crowd swallows him up, and you watch him go for a moment before the crushing grip gets even tighter. You hear a rumble from Ariâs chest as he mauls you to a dim corner of the room. Itâs still packed with people, but he manages to prop you up in a dark spot, his palms slamming against the wall on either side of you, trapping you against it.
âWell, well, well. Look who showed up to the party.â Ari sneers, pressing his considerably larger frame against yours. âAnd youâre drunk already. Hasnât anyone told you not to accept drinks from strangers?â
You blink up at him, feeling slower and more sluggish than usual thanks to Curtisâ magic drink in your system. But then his words hit you and you scowl, craning your neck to look up at him despite the fact that youâre in heels.
âCurtis isnât a stranger, heâs my friend!â (Youâve conveniently forgotten the fact that youâd sworn that any friend of Ariâs was an enemy of yours).
Ari scoffs, âHeâs not your friend. Youâre not allowed to be friends with boys.â
You stick your chin up at him, âOh yeah? Says who?â
The huge basketball player drives his pelvis into you with force, his clothed erection rutting against your stomach and making your eyes pop wide open and a gasp dies somewhere in your throat.
He smirks, âSays your daddy.â
Beyond Ariâs broad shoulder, you can see the party commencing in full force. The DJâs switched to a more R&B centric playlist, and the whole room reverberates with the sounds of heavy bass and sexy crooning lyrics. Couples find each other on the dancefloor, strangers join together like magnets. Swaying and grinding and groping each other in the dark.
You blink several times before refocusing your gaze on Ari, trying not to get lost in his eyes or his smell or just how big and manly he is compared to you. No. You had to stay strong and you had to stay away from him. He was trouble with a capital T, and there was no way you were going to let him get away with cornering you at this party â not after all the lies heâd fed you about breaking up with his girlfriend. Not after heâd strung you along for weeksâŠ
âFuck off, Ari! You have no right to tell me who I can or canât be friends with! Now just⊠Just fuck off and go back to your girlfriend anâ leave me alone!â Your palms land on his chest and you push with all your might. Unsurprisingly, he doesnât budge an inch. In fact, he yawns pointedly, infuriating you further as you continue to push his huge, muscular body off of you.
âPlease. You thrive on my attention, baby. Thatâs why youâre wearing this slutty dress and flirting with my best friend.â He says matter-of-factly, making your blood boil and your jaw drop open indignantly.
âDonât want your attention!â
âBabies like you need attention.â Ari tells you, saying each word slowly as if you truly are a dumb baby who doesnât understand anything. One of his hands meanders upwards, casually twining a piece of your hair around his finger, âOr else youâll cry and throw a tantrum. And we donât want the little baby to throw a tantrum, do we?â
You canât believe his cockiness! Before you know what youâre doing, you punch him straight in the chest. Hard. But Ari just looks down at you bemusedly. In fact, he looks bored, and that infuriates you even more. And on top of everything else, now your hand hurts and you feel your eyes well with tears.
âAww, did the little baby hurt herself?â Ari teases, patting your cheek condescendingly. You sniffle and try to swat him away but heâs too quick, too strong. Youâre helpless, stuck against his big, hard body and the wall behind your back and he knows it as he smirks. âPoor little baby, donât cry or throw a tantrum. Youâve got my attention now, havenât you? And thatâs what you wanted.â
âNo, I didnâtâ!â
He cuts you off with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Even in your heels, he still has to lift you up so he can kiss you properly without you having to crane your neck too much because of his height. And so he grabs your hips and hoists you up against the wall, your bare legs dangling on either side of him as he consumes you with a kiss that seems riddled in possessiveness. Until you bang your fists on his shoulders enough times for him to pull away.
âHowâŠHow dare you kiss me! When your girlfriendâs at the same party!â You accuse, despite the fact that your heart is racing and lips are tingling and you really want him to kiss you again.
Ari shrugs, still looking bored. âShe went to the bathroom with a bunch of her girlfriends to fix her makeup or something. And you know how girls are with the bathroom, theyâll stay in there for ages.â He pulls you snug against him, âGives us a bit of time to have fun, baby.â
âYouâre a man-whore, Ari.â
He snorts, âAnd youâre lucky you still have my attention, baby girl.â
Your jaw drops open, âYouâre the one whoâs been texting me nonstop since last week!â
âJust so you wouldnât feel bad.â
You canât believe him. Huffing, you try to push past him and storm off. Which proves to be impossible considering heâs still got you lifted up against the wall, his leg snug between your thighs. And even if you were in a position to exit the situation, he was way too big and strong and could easily stop you. Ugh. (But not really because that pathetic part of you really is enjoying the attention heâs giving you right now).
âYou look so hot tonight, baby girl.â Ari mutters as he starts kissing at you again. First, he tries your lips. But youâre still stubborn, still mad at him and so you turn your head. Thatâs not a problem for him, his lips pressing down against your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck. His hands come up to brazenly squeeze your breasts, making you gasp. âThis is some dress. Luckily, attention-seeking baby suits you well.â
âStop callinâ me a baby!â
He gives your ass a hard smack, smirking when you yelp. You thank your lucky stars that itâs too dark and crowded and noisy for anyone around you to notice how indecent heâs being.
âOh, so youâre a big girl now, huh?â
âLet go of me so I can go have fun with Wandaââ You once more try to elbow him out of the way but of course, he holds you at bay easily.
âStay put.â He growls, giving your ass another smack. âAnd answer my question. I asked you if youâre a big girl now.â
You stick your chin up, âYes, I am.â
The brunet grins wolfishly. And youâre too tipsy to even notice how, but he suddenly conjures up a tiny translucent plastic baggie, waving it in front of your face. Your eyes take a few seconds to focus on the light blue pills sitting inside, shimmering enticingly as the strobe lights land on them. Theyâve got designs printed on them, but youâre way too tipsy to decipher what they are.
âIf youâre such a big girl, then youâll have no problem having some of this big girl candy that daddy got specially for you.â
Your heart lurches. Sure, youâre tipsy as hell right now. But youâre certain you know what those pills are⊠donât you? And maybe it isnât the best idea for you to take your first ecstasy pill with only Ari of all people there with you. But what does it matter? When heâs slowly grinding his thigh up between your legs, one of his hands groping all over your body and pressing up your dress?
âI⊠uh⊠I dunno, AriâŠâ
He takes one tablet out before shoving the baggie into his pocket.
âCâmon. Prove youâre a big girl and take one.â
Every sane cell in your body is screaming at you not to, but it seems like youâre not only drunk off alcohol, but also off of his touch and attention.
Ariâs thumb trails across your lower lip, stroking it gently before tipping it open. You watch him, slack-jawed and in awe, as he slowly brings the blue tablet up to his own lips. He holds it between his teeth before he dips his head and catches your lips in a deep kiss, transferring the pill into your mouth. It rests on your tongue for a second before you gather your saliva and swallow it quickly, wanting to prove to him that you were indeed a big girl.
Iâll just let him kiss me for a while and then Iâll leave, you tell yourself, sighing as he peppers butterfly-light kisses all over your neck and shoulder. He pushes the strap of your dress down, much like how Curtis had done earlier. And all you can think about is how good it feels when Ari does it, when he touches you like how no one else could. Not that youâd ever had anyone else â since Ari was your first. And you fear that no one else would ever compareâŠ
Suddenly, the strobe lights seem so bright, so close. The music feels like itâs coming out from inside you, like The Weeknd is literally belting out his sexy lyrics from inside you. The lights hit Ariâs face, making him look so big and bright, shiny like a diamond. And so close, so sexy. God, heâs so sexy⊠And you feel sexy too, like the sexiest person in this room, in your sexy red dress with this giant of a man in front of you.
âWanna kiss you, daddy.â
He smirks against the nape of your neck before straightening up, âKiss me, then.â
You try, but heâs too tall. Fuck, you really want to kiss him all of a sudden.
âCanât. Iâm too small.â But you donât feel small. Just the opposite, actually. You feel like youâre on top of the world, like youâre the most beautiful, most incredible person in this universe. You wind your arms around his neck, âLift me up. Wanna kiss you.â
Heâs already got you propped up with his knee jammed between your legs, but for once he makes no smart comment. He wraps his huge hands around your waist and lifting you up. And it feels like youâre as high as the empire state building. No, the moon! Your heartâs soaring and so is your head, your bodyâs buzzing, the musicâs switched up to something even more sexy, and thatâs when you kiss him.
âGood girl,â he praises against your lips, but all you can focus on is how good it feels to have his lips on yours, how good it feels that his hands are back on your body, touching you everywhere. âYouâre such a good little girl, you know that?â
âBetter than Sharon?â
âOf course, baby girl. I donât care about Sharon. Only you.â
Firmly holding you against the wall, he pushes your dress up till the tight material is practically around your waist. And who cares, who cares, who cares?! Not you, not when his hands glide up your bare thighs, spreading them before cupping your pussy through the lace of your panties.
âThese are pretty, baby. Did daddy buy you these?â
âNo,â you lie. Of course, heâd bought them for you. Ari loved buying you lingerie. Often, heâd have it delivered to your dorm room with a special note telling you to take pictures and send them to him. Sometimes, heâd send other things along with the lingerie. Like once, heâd sent this sex toy â a dildo which was almost as big as his dick. And there was a note too, ordering you to put on the lingerie and facetime him immediately. Heâd made you fuck yourself on the dildo repeatedly that night, all while you thanked daddy over and over again for your new toy and lingerie set. All while he sat in the comfort of his own dorm room, smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face, casually pumping his dick and getting off on your humiliation and total submission. Well, you got off on it too.
Now, it only takes a tug of his wrist and your panties are slipping down your legs. They get caught in your heels and you impatiently shake them off, watching the lace as it lays on the ground. Thatâs when you feel a rush of air against your bare pussy, now only concealed by the flimsy material of your dress.
âGod, Levinson, she looks wasted as fuck!â
You vaguely hear someone say that, but you feel like you are lightyears away from everyone else. As if you and Ari are on your very own planet where only the two of you matter.
As if on cue, Ari presses his clothed crotch against your bare pussy, grinding the denim up and down while you pant in his arms. God, you want him so bad.
âBad little baby, you got my jeans all wet in the middle of a party.â Ari scolds. But you pay him no heed, instead busying yourself with kissing up his collarbone and smelling his manly cologne, feeling his muscles that ripple through his shirt.
âYouâre so big and strong,â you murmur, saying exactly what youâre thinking like you have no filter.
Ari puffs his chest out, âI am, arenât I? Especially compared to a little baby girl like you.â He drives his crotch against your bare pussy once more, lewdly grinding against you till the denim is soaking wet. And oh, the rough material feels so good against your clit, so good that you donât even care that heâs dry humping you in the middle of a party with so many people around you.
His hand slips up to grab your hair, and he yanks you up roughly so he can put his lips to your ear, âYouâre my little baby princess, arenât you?â
A shiver runs down your spine. You like the sound of that.
âY-Yeah, I am!â
 âYou like how much bigger I am than you?â He licks the shell of your ear.
âAh â yes!â
âAnd youâll do anything I tell you, wonât you? Because youâre just a baby and you need daddy to guide you. Right?â
âYes, yes, yes!â You rut against him desperately, hoping heâll carry you up to a bedroom and fuck you hard. Itâs not like youâd be able to walk by yourself. Hell, you canât even stand by yourself right now, which was why he was holding you up like you were a ragdoll. In the midst of a sea of people, but all you can focus on is Ari. And how high you feel, like youâre as light as a feather, as free as a bird who welcomes the cage of his grip.
You watch as he undoes his fly, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at how brazenly he does it â in a room full of people, no less! But you lick your lips, feeling your pussy clench at how fat and thick his cock looks under the pulsating lights. God, he was so big everywhere!
âSo if I tell you that daddy wants to fuck his little girl in front of everyone right now, youâd say yes, wouldnât you?â
You lick your lips, lust pulsing through every vein in your body. Youâre already humping against him like a wanton whore, loving the feel of his bare cock gliding against your slippery slit in a room full of people.
âM-Maybe we can we go upstairs, daddy?â
âNo. Here. Câmon, baby, you know you want to.â He nibbles on your ear, âIâll make you my girlfriend if you do this for me.â
Your heart lifts, your mind feeling euphoric at the idea of that. And you believe him, of course you believe him! How could you not, when youâre feeling so on top of the world right now? Heart beating so fast, blood pumping even faster⊠And he said heâd make you his girlfriend! Oh, you wanted that so badly! Youâd do anything to be his girlfriend, anything at allâŠ
âO-Okay, daddy, I guess you canâ AH, FUCK!â
He pistons his dick inside you in one quick movement, holding your hips firmly in place so you donât fall over from the sheer force of him forcing his fat dick into your tiny, leaking hole. God, he was so big. Youâd never get used to it.
âGood baby,â he smirks. There are waves of people around you â an entire crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies. But all you can feel is Ari, his cock so big and imposing yet your pussy swallows him readily as he bottoms out inside you. Grabbing your face, he kisses you possessively, and you can feel his cocky smirk through the kiss, âfuck yeah, just as tight as always. God, I missed my little pussy.â
Being fucked by Ari in the middle of the dancefloor of a frat party, drunk and high off your mind while his girlfriend was somewhere in this house. It wasnât how youâd planned your night to go at all, but you cling to Ari like a koala, allowing him to control your body and take pleasure from you. You can hear him groaning as he fucks you slowly, trying to cover your body completely with his. You can hear him grimace, mutter how fucking tight you are as he tries to hold back from tearing your pussy apart like how he usually does when the two of you are alone.
âNot such a big girl now, are you?â he mocks, biting at your bottom lip and sucking on it as his dick drives slowly in and out of you. âGetting fucked in the middle of a party because you canât ever say no to me, huh?â
âNngh, Ari please. F-Feel so full,â you moan, never wanting him to stop. Maybe youâd regret this later, but right now itâs like youâre in a bubble of pleasure that has you ignoring the real world around you.
âAnd the fact that you thought you could make me jealous by talking to Curtis,â Ari huffs, giving you a particularly hard thrust that sends you reeling, and you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs. âWhat a pathetic little game you played, baby. But Iâll never get jealous, because I already know I own you. And you know it too. I own your fucking pussy.â
âYes, yes, yes!â You gasp, feeling him so deep inside you, itâs like heâs practically in your womb. You wrap your legs tighter around him, grinding your clit against his hairy abdomen. The sensation feels heavenly, and youâre so, so closeâŠ
âPromise me youâll never fucking speak to Curtis again,â he demands.
âFuck me harder, daddyâOW!â
He slaps your ass hard, and you reel into him, shocked at the blow. Youâd have fallen over if he wasnât holding you up in his muscular arms.
âFucking say youâll never speak to Curtis again,â Ari says through gritted teeth, and his fingers wrap around your throat. Your breath hitches, eyes widening. But your pussy squeezes around his dick at the same time his hand squeezes your throat, âSay it or Iâll choke you the fuck out.â
Fear splices through the euphoria youâre feeling, but his hand constricting around your throat, him controlling your breathing â it turns you on so fucking much at the same time. But his eyes look so dark, darker than youâve ever seen them. Is it because heâs high too? Or is it something else entirely?
âW-Wonât talk to him,â you promise, barely getting the words out.
Ari smiles and releases your throat, and you desperately gasp for breath. But when he kisses you again, you canât help but hungrily kiss him back.
âI own you,â he repeats, slipping his hand down to play with your clit, pushing your dress up in the process. Youâre high out of your mind and yet you still try to push the hem of your dress back down, only for him to slap your hands away. âDonât hide this baby pussy from me, sweetheart.â
âE-Everyone can see,â you moan, breath hitching when he pinches your clit harshly before rubbing circles on it.
âLet them watch, baby.â
As if on cue, you hear someone whistle:
âYouâre a fucking dog, Levinson! Canât even wait to find a room to get your dick wet, huh?â
âShe looks high off her ass, bro. Classic Levinson.â
Ari only laughs, continuing to fuck you and make out with you in the middle of the party as if itâs the most normal thing in the world to be doing. And if heâs okay with it, then it must be okay, right?
âThis is what happens when you come to a party trying to be an attention-seeker,â he tells you, his fingers leaving your clit as he brings them up to his mouth, sucking noisily, âfuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. Your little baby pussyâs been wet for me all night, huh?â
âYes, daddy,â you say dutifully, meeting his thrusts now as you feel yourself getting close. You continue grinding your clit on his hairy abs as he fucks you, the sensation so heavenly as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, blabbering out your inner thoughts: âIâŠI think about you all the time, want you all the time. Wish you were with me all the timeâŠ.â
âMm, it gets you all wet, doesnât it? Fucking a man whoâs got a girlfriend?â
You gasp, but your walls clench around him all the same.
âMm, I felt that, you slutty little baby,â Ari smacks your ass again, rocking his hips hard against you as you cry from the pleasure, âIt turns you on that I have a girlfriend and yet Iâm here with you, fucking you in front of all these people like youâre my personal fucking whore.â
âAri, Iâm so close, Iââ
 âBet you wish she was watching us, huh?â He says suddenly, âI bet that would get you off, wouldnât it, you dirty little slut?â
âNooo,â you moan, but you can feel thrills rippling through your body, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as the music drones on all around you.
Ari licks his lips like heâs the devil himself, âDonât fucking lie to me, sweetheart. I bet you wish Sharon was here, watching me fuck you.â His eyes glint wickedly, âBet you wish she was getting herself off to us, donât you? Fingering herself while she watches her boyfriend cheat on her with a slutty little girl like you.â
âOh, fuck, fuck, fuck!â
âMm, and what would you do? Cry your little baby tears and beg for her forgiveness?â Ari chuckles lowly, and you canât believe youâre on the brink of orgasm and about to lose it and heâs just there, calm as ever as he fucks you in this room full of people. Forcing his big, fat cock inside you with a smirk on his face as if he owns the whole room. âYouâd beg for my girlfriendâs forgiveness while you take my fat fucking cock inside your sexy little pussy. And sheâd watch us, watch me call you a bad fucking girl while I fuck you so hard that Iâd probably knock you up. And Iâve never fucked her like that, baby. I would never fuck her like that. Only you.â
âDaddy, please,â you sob and sob, clutching at his shirt because you feel so overwhelmed.
He grabs your face roughly, making you look at him.
âAnd youâd watch her rub her pussy as she watches us fuck, wouldnât you? And sheâd cum all over her fingers, watching her boyfriend fuck the living daylights out of you, watching you be a helpless little slut for your daddy. And youâd love every second of it, baby. Because youâre fucking sick, just like meâŠâ
Your orgasm is earth-shattering, breaking your body apart as you squirt all over his huge fucking dick. And he fucks you through it, coaxing your cream out of you as you cry and cry, any sound you make getting drowned out by the blaring music, any thrashing movement blurred by the dancing bodies around you. Some of them know whatâs going on, you know they do. But others donât, lost in their own world as they dance around the two of you. And waves of searing pleasure overtake your body, over and over again as you grind up against him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart,â Ari grunts, âcum on my daddy dick like the good little baby you are. God, fuck, youâre squeezinâ me so good, baby, feels so tight and sexy. Gimme another one.â
You cum again, as if your body is programmed to listen to him, as if just his words can make you orgasm. And thatâs when he blows his load, muttering a string of curses as he empties himself inside you. He always came inside you, no matter what. And you guessed that he wasnât going to stop that streak now, even in the midst of a crowded party. One or two guys are ogling at the two of you, but youâre too fucked out to care, your spent body sagging against Ariâs huge frame as he fills you up with his hot cum.
Everything is blurry for a while after that. Youâre on the brink of passing out â not even from the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system, but from how fucked out you feel. But you jolt out of it when Ari pulls out of you, whining needily but he ignores you. Instead, he pulls your dress back down over your ass, and you can feel his hot cum trickling down your thigh.
âHow was she, Levinson?â Some guy pipes up from within the crowd.
âMove along, smartass.â Ari glares daggers at the random guy, flipping him off as he shields your body with his bigger one. But there are more guys surrounding you, more people beginning to notice what exactly is going on. Ari seems to catch on to this too, shooting dirty looks all around him as he tries to tug your short dress down even further to cover you more, as if he was fuelled by horniness before but now that heâs come down from that high, heâs hyperaware of everyone around you.
âCanât feel my legs, daddy,â you lean heavily against him.
He picks you back up, carrying you through the crowd. You can vaguely hear the voices of other boys over the loud, pounding music. Thumping Ari on the back, congratulating him. You hide your face in his chest, trying not to think about whatâs just happened. He takes you up the stairs, through random corridors, into an empty bedroom, and finally, a bathroom.
âFuck, baby, you okay?â He asks after setting you down on the sink.
âIâm good,â you grab at him, trying to wrap your legs around him and pull him into you. You can still feel the effects of the little blue pill, and you try to kiss him but he pulls away, chuckling.
âWe need to clean you up.â
Funny. He never cleaned you up before. In the past, heâd always fuck you hard and good and then leave you to get yourself together while he typed away on his phone or went outside to smoke. Then, heâd either come back inside to fuck you again, or heâd give you a quick kiss and leave, telling you he was late for practice or something along those lines. But right now, it looks like he was sticking around, and that makes your heart skip a beat.
âI canât believe I just let you fuck me in front of everyone. It almost doesnât feel real!â You muse out loud, wondering maybe it was all just a dream, because you feel so hazy and warm. You swing your heel clad feet, accidentally catching him in the stomach. He shoots you a warning look, grabbing your calves to still you before his expression relaxes.
âItâs what you deserved for ignoring my texts.â He smirks before grabbing a wad of toilet paper. He wets some of it under the tap and swipes at your thighs, cleaning his cum off you. You bite your lip, watching his tanned biceps ripple as he gets dangerously close to your pussy. You grab his wrist, pushing it between your legs.
âI think you missed a spot, daddy,â you say in what you hope is a demure and sexy manner.
Ari groans, âDonât tempt me, baby girl.â
He feels around your folds, licking his lips as he plays with the mess heâs left in your pussy. But you whine after a while, clearly too sensitive for round two so you push his hand away.
âLemme feel you,â he persists.
âNuh uh, too sensitive.â
He rolls his eyes and you giggle, reaching out to smooth his long hair, twining a few strands around your finger. You stay like that for a while, liking how he looks at you in the privacy of this bathroom, where the music from outside is still thumping softly and yet it feels like the two of you are in your own bubble. Where the dull orange light makes him look double handsome, and itâs just the two of you and you can pretend heâs your boyfriend and youâre a happy couple and itâs the best feeling in the world.
Until Ariâs hand slips down between your legs again.
âHey!â You squeal, batting him off, but he doesnât relent.
âLet daddy feel you one more time, baby girl,â he tries to sweet talk you, but you shake your head, pushing him away again. Thatâs when he gets a glint in his eye, digging his fingers into your ribs instead. You squeal as he tickles you, and you try to do it back but clearly, he isnât as ticklish as you because he just shoots you an amused look. You laugh and laugh, till you canât breathe and even he chuckles, his face pink.
âAri, will I be your girlfriend now?â You ask in a small voice once youâve stopped laughing.
A pause. And then he sighs.
âBaby, we already have a good thing goingââ
âSo then why canât we go out on dates and do all the romantic things that boyfriends and girlfriends do?â Your lower lip wobbles but you will yourself to remain calm and collected.
âYou know why.â Ari avoids your gaze, backing up and gathering all the toilet paper heâs just used. He stuffs it into the bin before washing his hands, and the whole time you look at him, waiting for him to elaborate except he says nothing more.
âB-But I let you fuck me in front of everyone,â you scrunch your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay, âI let you do anything to me, Ari. And you keep telling me that youâll make me your girlfriend but it never happens. Anâ I trust you more than anything even though you keep lying to me, andââ
He clears his throat, running his hands through his hair before he reaches out as if to cup your face. But at the last second he holds back, fists curled to his sides. âDonât do this right now. Look, Iâll get you some water to sober you up, then you can call your friend Carlaââ
âHer name is Wanda.â
âCall your friend Wanda, and maybe she can take you home. Youâre completely wasted.â He canât help but reach out, fixing the strap of your dress which you hadnât even noticed had slipped down your shoulder. God, you were a mess. A complete and utter mess and heâd used you again and now he wanted nothing to do with you. His fingers linger, brushing against your bare shoulder before he snatches his hand back and clears his throat once more.
âIs it because Iâm not good enough?â A lone tear drips down your cheek. And itâs crazy because not even a minute ago you were laughing your ass off.
âNoââ
âThen why does it feel like youâre using me?â
No one speaks for several seconds. All you can hear is your own breathing, how you hiccup every now and then. How your head is beginning to pound and how all your emotion seem amplified. You know itâs because youâre drunk, and yet youâre hoping you may get something sincere from him in this bathroom right nowâŠ
But Ari only shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained somewhere beyond your shoulder, as if he canât seem to look you in the eyeâŠ
âNowâs not the time to talk about thisââ
âYou lie to me all the time, Ari, and you always take me for granted. Anâ I fall for it every time because I wanna be your girlfriend so badâŠâ Your voice falters, lip curling and tears welling in your eyes, âI really, really like you, Ari. Donât you like me too? Enough to make me your girlfriend?â
âI already have a girlfriendâŠâ He blurts out.
His words hit you like shards of glass, piercing you from the inside out. You feel like youâre falling, and even Ari looks guilty, as if he canât believe heâs just said that so abruptly. Heâs always come up with a story when it comes to his relationship; âwe broke up,â or âweâre having problems,â or âsheâs a bitch, I donât care about her.â But it seems like now, heâs really just laying it all out on the table. Sheâs his girlfriend. And she always would be.
You bow your head, feeling like a veilâs lifted somewhere between the two of you. âI guess that just makes me the girl you keep around for easy sex.â
âYou know itâs more than that, babyââ
His phone rings at that exact moment, cutting him off. But he looks relieved to be interrupted, and hastily fishes it out of his pocket. You sigh, staring down dejectedly into your lap. He keeps his voice low as he talks on the phone, but you catch a few words here and there, like âSharon,â and âsheâs looking for you.â
âBaby, I gotta go. But I want you to stay in here until youâre sober enough to go find your friend.â Ari says, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
âY-Youâre leaving?â
A pause.
âYes.â
Another tear trickles down your cheek.
âPlease stay with me. I donât wanna be alone right now.â Heâs left you after sex many times before, but this time feels different. You feel vulnerable, small, afraid. Little you in this big party where youâd only feel safe if you were with him. God, it felt so special whenever it was just you and him alone together. Like right now, in the bathroom, where heâd carried you up in his arms, cleaned you himself and laughed while he tickled you. Oh, it felt so special to you! Could he not feel that too? Why did he want to leave?
Ari inhales deeply, âDonât, okay? You know I canât stay. Sharon⊠Sheâs making a scene. Sheâs really drunk, people are starting to notice Iâm not there with herââ
âIâm really drunk too.â And high.
He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, âThatâs why youâre getting so emotional, okay? Just⊠Just call Wanda. Or one of your other friends.â
His words sting, and you know you should just back off. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do since clearly all he wanted was to get away from you. But neediness and sorrow clouds your brain and covers your heart, and in a last ditch effort, you reach out to grab his hand.
âPlease stay,â you beg, and you feel like youâve swallowed your pride but you donât even care anymore, âPlease, Ari. Y-You donât have to make me your girlfriend, okay? Iâm sorry I brought it up. Please, just stay with me. Donât leave me alone, please, please, pleaseââ
âStop,â he says gently, peeling your hand off of his, âdonât make this bigger than it is. We hooked up like we always do, but I need to go now, okay? Iâll text you later.â
He backs away, pausing at the door. Hope fills your heart, and you wait with bated breath. But then he leaves, walking out casually like all heâs done is use the bathroom. And you sit there, his rejection like poison in your veins. Frozen, drunk, sad, dejected. Oh God, had you really expected him to stay? To be different this time? How many more times were you going to let him lie to you, disrespect you, embarrass you, play you?
How many more times till he broke you completely?
***
âCâmon, Wanda, pick the fuck up.â You mutter, jabbing at your phone in annoyance. The screen freezes for several seconds, before your call goes to her voice message. For the fourth time in a row. You bite your lip, daring to check your battery. Five percent. Great. Just Great.
 After Ari had left you in the bathroom, all youâd wanted to do was curl up in the bathtub and cry the whole night away. And thatâs what youâd been doing for at least an hour, until some horny couple barged in and started having sex against the sink. Youâdrun out of there in a hurry, and now here you were at the front of the frat house, wanting nothing more than to go home.
âWhere the hell are you, Wanda?â You murmur, calling her again and praying to God your phone battery lasts until you find her. You were still drunk and not exactly capable of combing through the crowd of people in search of your friend. When she doesnât pick up again, you feel a helplessness take over your body, like it had back in the bathroom. All you want to do is collapse down on the grass and cry like a baby, but you will yourself to persevere before you try calling her again.
âExcuse me, sweetheart. Are you okay?â
The voice is deep and rumbling, with an undertone of amusement. You donât even bother looking up from your phone, your eyes too busy staring down your battery percentage as it lowers down to three percent.
âIâm fine,â you say distractedly, trying to walk further away from the frat house in hopes of getting better signal. âIâm just trying to call my friend so we can go hoââ
Your heel catches against a rock on the grass, sending you flying. You brace yourself for the fall but it never comes. Instead, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you and pulling you back till you collide against a hard chest.
âCareful, baby,â the amused voice murmurs in your ear.
âOh, um, thank you, uhââ You straighten up and turn around to face the stranger whoâd saved you, finding yourself face to face with a built looking chest wearing an off-white t-shirt and varsity jacket. You crane your neck upwards, breath catching in your throat at what you see.
The stranger is tall and blonde, his pale skin shimmering in the moonlight (probably because youâre drunk because thatâs what it looked like). His muscles ripple under his shirt, and he runs his hand through his hair in a way thatâs all too familiar. His blue eyes sparkle as he smiles down at you, his arms still around your waist as if to hold you steady.
âWow,â you say dumbly. He was handsome!
He smirks down at you, âSorry, sweetheart, I didnât quite catch that?â He had an effortless way of speaking, like a relaxed drawl as if he was far removed from all the craziness of the party going on around him.
âI â uh â I said thanks,â you babble, âthanks for saving me.â
âYouâre welcome. Whatâs your name?â
You tell him, trying to keep your words from slurring because of the damned alcohol still pumping in your system. Youâre acutely aware of his arms still around you, and the fact that your heart is beating fast and hard as you look up at him almost in awe. In your inebriated state, his pale colouring made it look like there was a halo around him (either that or a streetlight was shining directly at him), but it made him look almost angelically handsome.
âIâm Steve.â He says, confidently reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, âWhatâs a cute little thing like you doing out by yourself so late at night?â
You stick your chin up indignantly, âNot by myself! Iâm looking for Wanda!â
âWhoâs that, sweetheart?â
âMy best friend.â
âWell, she isnât much of a best friend if she left you all alone at this party, is she?â
Steve cocks his head to the side, a crooked smile on his face thatâs so attractive it makes you swoon inwardly, despite what he was implying.
âShe didnât leave me, Steve! Sheâs justâŠâ you helplessly scan through the groups of people that have spilled out into the front yard of the frat house, âsheâs around here somewhereâŠâ Your eyes suddenly snap back over to the blonde, suspicion overtaking you. Who exactly was this guy, and where had he just appeared from, looking all handsome and angelic?
âDo youâŠuhâŠdo you go to St. Andrewsâ too?â You hardly know everyone on campus, seeing as your college is massive and thereâs way too many people that go there. But youâre sure youâd remember seeing someone as handsome as him.
âNope, I go to St. Judeâs.â
Oh. The enemy college. At least according to Ari (who was the main source of most of your information since he knew everything). Ari hated St Judeâsâ basketball team, as they were the main rivals of his own basketball team. You werenât much into sports or any of that (you only attended Ariâs basketball games to look cute and get his attention), but you suddenly recognise St. Judeâs distinctive blue and white coloured varsity jacket that Steve has on. It resembles Ariâs varsity jacket â which is red and gold for St. Andrewâs.
âWhatâre you doing here, then?â You ask.
Steve shrugs, âMe and my buddies come to your parties every now and thenâŠâ he nods at two other guys in similar varsity jackets. They stand across the lawn from the two of you, talking to a bunch of girls. You look at them for a few seconds before Steve clears his throat, as if he wants you to look at him and him only.
âI think the real question is, sweetheart, what are you doing here?â
You frown, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhatâs a baby like you doing all alone at a frat house this late?â His thumb strokes your bare arm, his other hand still firm on your waist. âYouâre too cute and innocent for a party like this, the frat boys will eat you alive.â
His eyes glint as he says it, but you presume thatâs just you imagining things because youâre drunk.
âWell actually, Iâm not a baby and I wasnât alone,â you try not to hyper-focus on his thumb circling against your skin, âI was with Wanda, and then I was with Ari, and thenââ
Steveâs grip tightens, âAri?â
âYeah, Ari. Heâs my boyfrâ Well no, actually heâs my nothing. Heâs no oneâŠâ you sigh sadly, âIâm no one to him and heâs no one to meâŠHe made that pretty clear tonight.â
The blonde whistles lowly, his hand still rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. And you kind of donât want him to stop, because he feels so warm and heâs making you feel warm and itâs making you hurt a teensy bit less.
âA pretty little girl like you doesnât deserve to get her heart broken like that,â Steve comments, âand you donât deserve to be left alone to cry by yourself either.â
âW-Wasnât crying!â you lie. God, he was making you sound so pathetic.
He weaves you through the crowd, his grip on you tight as he walks you over to a more secluded area of the front yard. With less people around, his arms catch around your waist and he yanks you closer to him, till youâre flush against his chest, your eyes wide as you look up at him and swallow hard.
âMy point still stands,â he says, his voice so confident and velvety smooth. âNow, if you were my girl, you wouldnât even be allowed to step foot inside a party like this, let alone be left unattended.â
A thrill ripples down your spine, but you barely have time to acknowledge it before you feel a rough grip on your wrist, yanking you away from Steve with heavy force.
âWhat the hell is this?!â Ari growls, pushing you behind his own body before he squares up to Steve. You gape over at both men, looking from one to the other. Ari was the biggest guy you knew, but Steve matched him in both height and stature. Head-to-head, the two men stare the other down, almost as if they already know each other. Side by side, you notice they look kind of similar. Both of them were tall and bulky, with vivid blue eyes. But Steve was angelically blonde and pale, and Ari was tanner, rougher, darker. Steve looked calm, unperturbed by the interruption â but Ari looked pissed off beyond belief.
âWhat are you doing here, Rogers?â He seethes.
Steve smirks, âI wasnât aware that you owned this frat house, Ari.â
âCut the bullshit. You know youâre not welcome here. Just because your own college parties are filled with ugly sluts doesnât mean you have to come to mine.â
âYours? And who exactly put you in charge?â
Steve steps closer as if to challenge Ari, but Ari just glowers at him before shaking his head.
âDo whatever the fuck you want, Steve. But sheâs off limits. Everyone here knows sheâs mine.â Ariâs still got your wrist in a death-grip, and you wince in pain when he squeezes even tighter.
âLemme go, Ari!â You try to fight against his hold but to no avail.
The blonde snorts, âOh yeah, it really looks like sheâs yours, Levinson.â
âFuck off.â
âI know what your girlfriend looks like, asshole. I know itâs not her.â Steveâs still got that smirk on his face, and you can see Ariâs face going redder and redder. God, he was really getting to him! And they did in fact know each other!
Ari pointedly turns his back to Steve as if to shut him out of the conversation. Instead, he looks at you. âBaby, why are you still here? Itâs getting really late, let me call you an Uber.â
Baby? Was he serious? After heâd left you alone in the bathroom even after youâd begged and pleaded with him to stay with you?!
You feel a surge of anger, âNo! Donât want you to call me anything, Ari! Just leave me alone, I can get home by myself.â
He frowns, âYouâre still drunk. Iâm gonna call you aââ
âWhereâs Sharon, Levinson?â Steve pipes up from behind in an amused tone, as if this is all an eveningâs worth of entertainment to him. âThatâs her name, right? Your actual girlfriend?â
Ari whips around with lightning speed. Your heart jumps to your throat as the brunet lunges forward, grabbing Steve by the collar and getting all up in his face, âIf you donât shut the fuck upââ
âOr what, huh, Levinson?â
The brunet lowers his voice, âYou know damn well I can beat your ass off court just as much as I can in court.â
Steve scoffs, âYou beat my team, not me.â
Oh, so Steve was a basketball player too. He and Ari had played against each other.
Ari barks out a laugh, âOh yeah, I forgot you got benched in the last game. Canât seem to keep that temper in check, can you?â
The blonde shrugs, âI donât know, Levinson. Seems like youâre the one whoâs getting all worked up right now.â
âGo to hell, assholeââ
âBABY, THERE YOU ARE!â
Sharon stumbles up to where the three of you are standing, her dress riding high, heels in her hand and hair a mess. Sheâs even drunker than you are, and yet she still looks beautiful â in a dishevelled sort of way. Like Serena Van Der Woodsen, with her blonde hair so perfectly tangled. She looks tall and somehow still graceful despite how she all but falls on top of Ari, who lets go of Steveâs collar as he holds her up.
âThought I lost you again,â she giggles, planting her lips on his. You blanch and look away, feeling like someoneâs put your heart in a shredder. You almost donât notice Steve grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back into him. Sharon continues to kiss Ari, making out with him except he keeps turning his head â but sheâs too drunk to notice. âBabe, could you please take me home? Iâm tired.â
Ari grimaces, âSure. Why donât you go wait by the car and Iâll be over when Iâm ready?â
Sharon blinks, âWhat car?â
âMy car.â
âWhat does it look like?â
Ari groans. Steve laughs. Sharon looks confused. And you hope the ground would swallow you whole so you wouldnât have to witness the happy couple together right in front of your face.
âSharon, just go wait somewhere else while Iââ
âAre you guys a couple?â Sharon cuts him off, finally acknowledging you and Steve. âYou look totally cute together if you are.â
âTheyâre not a couple.â Ari seethes, his blue eyes narrowing at Steveâs hands on your waist. âLet go of her, asshole.â he says quietly (not that Sharon would have even noticed). Steve ignores his, pretending he didnât hear him.
âI, uh, I have to go,â you mumble, unable to stand being in their presence even a second longer. Sharonâs gone back to sloppily kissing up Ariâs jaw, and you just canât take it. His words from earlier keep ringing through your ears: âI already have a girlfriend,â âI already have a girlfriend,â âI already have a girlfriend.â
You take your phone out, ready to call an Uber and be done with this night. Youâd go home and charge your phone and try to reach Wanda from there. But just as youâre about to type in your address on the app, your screen goes black. Dead. Great. Fucking great.
âOh no,â you whisper softly in dismay.
Ariâs already got his own phone out, typing away and presumably calling you an Uber whilst simultaneously trying to keep Sharon upright and at bay.
âIâll take you home.â Steve volunteers.
âThe hell you will,â Ari sneers, âBack the fuck off, Rogers, Iâm calling her an Uber.â He looks like he wants to say more, his gaze still locked on the way Steve is holding you. But he canât, of course he canât⊠not with her here.
âBabe, I donât feel well,â Sharon moans suddenly. Her face looks slightly green, and sheâs stopped kissing Ari now.
âJust give me a second,â He tells her distractedly.
âMaybe you should worry about getting your own girlfriend home first, Levinson.â Steve says smugly before turning to you, âCâmon, letâs go.â
Ariâs eyes fix on yours, âDonât go with him.â
You almost do obey. Because you always obey Ari. Heâs told you in the past, warned you that you always have to do what he says because heâs your daddy and heâs in charge. But⊠But what about how youâd begged him to stay earlier, and he hadnât? Now was your chance to do the same thing to him, give him a taste of his own medicine. That, and you also canât stand to be in close vicinity of him and Sharon right now, or else youâd burst into tears again.
Pointedly avoiding Ariâs gaze, you look up at Steve instead, âO-Okay. Letâs go.â
The blonde tugs you along with him, and you purposely drown Ari out as Steve leads you away. And part of you wants Ari to follow, to push Sharon away and come after you, rip you out of Steveâs grip and take you home himself. But he doesnât, of course he doesnât. You donât dare look back, knowing the happy couple is probably making out again, and youâve already been forgotten.
âHeâs such an asshole!â You burst out, âI hate him, I hate him, I hate him!â
Steve chuckles, âHeâs an asshole, alright.â
âHe really is! Hate how he treats me, anâ how I keep giving him chances. He just hurts me again and again and again andââ
âLetâs get you home, baby,â the blonde interrupts, getting his phone out.
You wait a handful of seconds, swaying in your heels but liking how heâs got his hand firmly on your lower back to keep you steady. You look up at him expectantly, âWell, arenât you gonna ask for my address?â
âWhat?â
âMy address, silly! How else am I gonna get home?â
He blinks, before slowly handing you his phone. You miss the glint in his eye, however, and how his lip curls up subtly in⊠disappointment? âOh yeah. How stupid of me to forget.â
You type your address in on his Uber app and click accept before beaming up at him, âThank you so much, Steve. It really means a lot to me, I honestly donât know how else I wouldâve got home! But donât worry, Iâll pay you back! Weâll split the cost in half, andââ
He presses his finger to your lips, effectively shushing you before he shoots you that charming lop-sided smile of his, making your insides melt. âYou donât need to pay me back, sweetheart. What kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a little baby like you?â
You blink, feeling an extreme sense of dejavu. He sounded exactly like⊠Ari. Ari never let you pay for anything ever. Well, Ari never really took you out anywhere in public, but the two of you would always order takeout whenever he came over to your dorm room. And heâd never skimp out either, ordering from fancy places like Nobu because he said you were his baby and he wanted the best for you. And whenever you tried to pay your share, heâd just snort and push your hand away, âWhat kind of a guy would I be if I took money from a helpless little baby like you?â
The reminder of Ari has a ton of different emotions washing over you all over again. Sadness, jealousy, angerâŠ. You shake your poor drunken, muddled head, âOh, I hate Ari so much, Steve! Heâs heartless, and heââ
Youâre still going on and on by the time the Uber arrives. And youâre so into your tirade, that you donât even notice Steveâs arms going around you again, holding you tight against him as if he owns you. You donât notice how his hands wander, how he rubs the bare skin of your arms, the small of your back, going lower and lower. His fingers playing with the short hem of your dressâŠ
You do notice him slip cash into the driverâs hand⊠Probably the tip, you presume, too drunk to care.
Your mind wanders to Ari again during the ride home. You sit in the backseat with Steve, staring out the window gloomily as you think about how he broke your heart. Oh, how could you have been so stupid? So gullible? So innocent? Youâd never let anyone take advantage of you like that againâŠ
âYou okay?â Steve asks, pressing his hand on your thigh.
You nod, âYeah, Iâm just thinkinâ about how much I hate Ari, andââ
âSweetheart?â
âYeah?â
âIâve been listening to you complain about Ari for the past ten minutes straight. Donât mention him again.â
He says it softly, calmly, and yet you shut your mouth and straighten up. Despite being drunk, you can detect the seriousness of his tone, and a hint of a threat too. Which youâre probably imagining because why would Steve threaten you? He was so sweet! Wasnât he?
âIâm sorry, Steve,â you say softly, relaxing once he shoots you a smile.
The drive continues, and Steveâs hand remains on your bare thigh, squeezing every now and again. You donât mind, his touch helping you feel grounded. Youâre still so drunk and probably high too, from that damned stupid pill Ari had given you. No, no, no! You scrunch your eyes shut, willing yourself not to think about him.
âBaby, why donât you come sit on my lap?â Steve says suddenly.
You whip your head in his direction, âWh-What?â
âThe Uber driver just told me the backseat is really dirty, and youâre in a dress, so I think youâd better sit on me.â
You glance at the driver, who looks straight ahead at the road, not batting an eye or saying a single word. Youâre too drunk to argue, and so you just nod. Steve grabs you by the waist, easily lifting you up and placing you on his lap. You canât help but welcome his warmth, shivering in your skimpy little dress as you wiggle around, trying to get comfortable. He notices, immediately shrugging off his varsity jacket and draping it over your shoulders.
âThere. Nice and warm now?â
You smile up at him gratefully, âYeah! Thanks so much, Steve!â You try not to ogle at his biceps.
âYou look cute in my jacket,â Steve chucks you under the chin, âItâs huge on you.â
âThatâs âcause youâre huge,â you blurt out, before your eyes widen.
âAnd youâre just tiny.â He quips, pulling you closer.
This was weird, right? Youâd only just met him a mere twenty minutes ago, and now you were already in a car with him? In his lap, no less? But you could trust Steve, right? He was nice enough to give you a lift home when he didnât even know you, and he didnât want you to touch the dirty backseat either. And heâd given you his jacket so youâd stay warm. All of those looked like green flags to you. Unlike dumb stupid Ari, who was one red flag after another!
The car hits a snag on the road, causing you to bounce inadvertently in his lap. Steve groans as if heâs in pain, and you shoot him an apologetic look.
âSorry, Stevie. That was an accident.â
He smirks, âStevie?â
Heat spreads across your cheeks, unaware that youâve said it out loud⊠But itâs a cute nickname nonetheless, and so you just shrug awkwardly, a sheepish smile on your face.
Steveâs hand rubs up and down your back soothingly, âItâs a long way till your house, baby. Why donât you tell me about yourself?â
You nod, âWell, Iâm a freshman at St. Andrewsâ College, andâŠandâŠâ your voice drifts off as you notice how close you are to him, how you can see the freckles and beauty marks on his face, how deep his blue eyes are up close. So much like AriâsâŠ
Steve licks his lips, âHow does a little freshman like you get mixed up with an asshole like Ari Levinson?â
Oh God, where do you even begin? Instead, you shake your head, âI-I thought I wasnât allowed to mention Ari again?â
âYouâre right,â Steveâs eyes twinkle, and he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear, âYou take instructions well, sweetheart, that makes you a good girl.â
You glow at the praise, before the car hits another snag on the road â this time a much bigger one. You bounce on Steveâs lap again, biting your lip when you feel the rough material of his jeans graze against you down there. And thatâs when you come to a horrific realisation.
Youâre not wearing any panties.
Your mind flashes back to earlier in the night. Ari fucking you in the middle of the dancefloor. Lifting your dress up. Your panties slipping down your legs. You stepping out of them, the lacy thong lying on the floor. That was the last youâd seen itâŠ
You gulp, looking down at Steveâs lap slowly. No, no, no. Oh no⊠There it is, plain as day⊠A wet stain on his jeans, directly beneath you. You hear a low groan, and you know heâs seen it too.
âOh my gosh, Steve, Iâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry, Iââ
âItâs okay,â he breathes, his voice throaty as he grips your hips to hold you in place, âMaybe you should moveâŠâ
âYes, of course, sorry, Iâll justâŠâ You hastily try to get off his lap, but he holds on tight, not allowing you to budge.
âNo, baby girl. I mean move like this.â With fluid confidence, he guides your hips over thick, jean-clad thigh. You gasp breathily, hands shaking as they automatically grip his shoulders. Your bare cunt grazes against the rough denim, pleasurable sensations thrumming through your body. Oh God, what were you doing? You glance fearfully at the driver, but he seems to be in his own world, carefully ignoring the two of you from the driverâs seat.
âStevie, we shouldnâtââ
âShhh, move again,â he orders, his thumb circling your hip through the thin material of your dress.
âB-But we just met, this isnât right, weââ But he shushes you again by moving your hips for you. And his hands are so big, gripping you so tight as he moves you over his muscular leg, your cunt catching against the jean material again and making your whole body convulse. You automatically grab at his broad shoulders, feeling overwhelmed and confused yet horny and needy all at once.
Ari wouldnât like this, your inner voice warns.
âI thought you took instructions well, baby doll.â Steve whispers enticingly in your ear, hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back as if to cajole you into doing what he wanted. âCâmon, move again like how I told you to.â
Your body obeys as if youâve been wired to, and maybe itâs because you like listening to people or maybe itâs because youâre just plain horny. Either because of Ariâs damned ecstasy pill or because Steve is so handsome and hot and his body is so big and muscular and warm. Oh, you donât know! But you do roll your hips down against his lap, eyes widening at how good it feels as you both gasp in unison.
âThatâs a good girl,â Steve praises, giving you a sweet smile. And youâre so close to him, and heâs so handsome, and his lashes are so long and thick, his jaw so defined, his freckles so prettyâŠ
âYouâre so pretty!â You blurt out.
Steve snorts, âAnd youâre still so fucking drunk.â
âWhaâ?â
âNothing. Move again.â But this time he picks you up, repositioning you so that youâre face to face with him and straddling his crotch, and oh my! He was so hard, so, so hard! You could feel his dick poking through the denim, rubbing against your wet folds! What was even happening right now?! âBaby, this feels good huh? Moving against me like this?â
âUh⊠y-yeah, I guess it does.â You answer shyly.
âGood. Then I wonât have to repeat myself after this one last time. Move. Again.â Quick as a wink, his hand leaves your hip, thick fingers curling around your throat instead. He speaks softly yet with authority and a hint of menace, blue eyes almost magically unblinking as he stares you down, âRub your little baby cunt all over my jeans. You might as well, since youâve already made a mess.â
SMACK.
You squeak before your jaw drops open. Had he just spanked you? Once more, you look to the driver in the front, but he seems to be determinedly ignoring whatever was going on in the backseat.
Almost as if heâd been paid to do soâŠ
You start to move your hips, letting Steve guide you as you grind down on his clothed crotch. And fuck, it feels heavenly. Your poor clit is throbbing, so needy and desperate as you seek your pleasure, holding on to Steveâs sturdy shoulders.
âFuck yeah, youâre such a cute little slut arenât you?â Steve hums into your neck, his teeth grazing against your bare skin, âcanât believe a sweet little angel with a snatch as tight and sexy as yours landed right in my lap. Well, I stole you right from under Levinsonâs nose, but thatâs not important right now, is it?â He slaps your ass again, his other hand still wrapped around your neck. Not squeezing, just holding it, âMove harder, baby. Iâm already letting you use me for your pleasure, so you better do as I say.â
âO-Okay, Stevie,â you pant, not really hearing what heâs saying because the delicious friction is too much for you to handle.
He nips at the nape of your neck, that now familiar glint in his eye, âCall me daddy, sweetheart.â
You gape at him. But you only ever called Ari daddy!
His fingers squeeze around your neck, making it exponentially harder for you to breathe. âDid you hear what I said?â He asks smoothly.
âY-Yeah,â you barely get the word out.
âThen say it. Say it or Iâll choke you the fuck out.â
âDaddy!â You squeak as he loosens his grip, gulping for air, âD-Daddy, please!â
He smirks, leaning back against the seat as he watches you ride his crotch. You canât stop now, it feels too good, too sexy. An yet it also almost feels like youâre doing something wrong, like youâre betraying Ari⊠Except youâre not, youâre not, youâre not! Because Ari already had a girlfriend and it wasnât you!
âYouâre enjoying yourself, arenât you? Dry humping your little baby pussy on a guy youâve just met?â Steve grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward, till his plump pink lips ghost against yours, âYou this slutty for all the frat boys, sweetie?â
You shake your head desperately, âN-No, promise Iâm not! Iâve only ever been with one guy, ah!â Your poor pussy feels like itâs been rubbed raw, and yet you canât stop. Your hips are both moving off their own accord, and Steveâs still moving your body lazily on top of his, the fat outline of his dick protruding through his jeans, a wet spot of your juices on top of his crotch. âW-Well, actually, now Iâve been with two, butâoh fuck!â
You whimper pathetically as Steve suddenly bites down on your neck, sucking against the sensitive skin till it breaks. He peppers the broken skin with kisses, and it hurts yet it feels so good. You find your hand slipping up to grab at his short hair, and instinctively youâd been expecting Ariâs long tufts because that was all you were used to. But all you can think about is Steve right now, and how good his huge body feels underneath you as you grind against it.
âAnd does it feel good, baby? Humping up against a stranger like youâre in heat?â He licks the shell of your ear lewdly, shivers running down your spine before he suddenly thrusts upwards, catching you off-guard. Your pussy clenches, lust pumping through your veins at his words. âInnocent little baby, only ever been with two guys and yet youâre dry humping me like youâre being paid to do it.â
He laughs wickedly, and how could he still look so angelic? The moonlight shines on his face through the window of the car, and one second heâs looking down at you mockingly, before his face morphs into one of lust and want, and he lets out a soft gasp as he grinds up against you. âFuck, youâre doing so good, baby. Making daddy feel so fuckinâ good, arenïżœïżœïżœt you?â
âY-Yeah, daddy, oh fuck, you feel so big,â you whimper with abandon.
Steve snorts, âIâm bigger than you could handle, sweet girl. Your cute little baby pussy would probably start crying if I tried to put my dick inside you right now.â
His dirty talk makes you moan, and you can feel yourself growing more excited. Thatâs when he starts to fondle you, his hands everywhere on your body, squeezing and rubbing your tits through the thin material of your dress. âGod, youâre just a baby, arenât you?â
âN-No,â you pant, only to earn another smack to your ass.
âDonât fucking disagree with me,â he hisses, blue eyes blazing before his smirk returns, âYouâre a little fuckinâ baby whoâs known me all of two seconds and yet youâre horny for my daddy dick, arenât you? I said, arenât you?â
âYes, okay?! Yes!â You cry out, your folds so insanely sensitive from rubbing and rubbing against him, and yet youâre so close. But was it just you, or had Steveâs demeanour changed. Back at the party, he was charming, funny, helpful. And now? Oh, he was still charming, and so devastatingly handsome. But there was a darkness to his angelic quality⊠Either that or you were imagining things.
âWhat if I pushed you down and made you ride my fuckinâ shoe instead?â He asks, that devilish glint ever-present in his blue eyes which were dark with lust, âYouâd do it, wouldnât you? Youâd do anything to cum.â
âDaddy, âm so close!â you whine like a baby, clutching his shirt hard in case he did push you to the floor. You didnât want that at all, and you blink up at him with wide eyes, âD-Donât push me down, daddy, please! Promise Iâll be good anâ Iâll listen to you! Wanna stay in your lap, please!â
He blinks down at you, chiselled face softening some as he cups your face, his other hand still guiding you as you ride his thigh, âFuck, youâre cute, arenât you?â
But then his expression darkens once more, and he reaches down, grabbing the flimsy fabric of your dress. Thereâs a loud tearing sound and you gasp, jaw dropping as he rips the lower part of your dress clean in half. He smiles, âKeep going, baby. Daddy just wanted to see you better. And look at your baby pussy, look how cute and puffy she is. Bet youâre sore down there, huh?â
âY-Yeah, but donât wanna stop! So close!â
He runs his tongue over his plump lips, âI bet you are.â
Reaching down, he makes you gasp out loud when his fingers spread your sopping folds, and fuck, his jeans feel so fucking good now, so much better, so much rougher, oh god, oh god, oh god⊠And thatâs when he takes complete control, grabbing your hips harder and moving you on top of him like youâre a doll. Like youâre his personal fucktoy, and heâs using you for his pleasure as he moves you back and forth on his dick, dragging you up and down on his clothed crotch while he whispers dirtily in your ear.
But itâs when he squeezes your throat again, that you feel your pussy clench doubly hard.
âYou like that, huh? Like when daddy gets rough?â Steve chuckles darkly, before squeezing harder. Till heâs well and truly choking you, and you can feel your airway close up, and you well and truly canât breathe, and itâs agony but itâs so delicious, and heâs dragging you all over his crotch, rutting up against you as you scramble on top of him, and you canât breathe and youâre about to black out and, and, andâŠ
You come hard, squirting all over his crotch which was already wet from your juices. And your cream keeps on pouring out, your orgasm hitting you so hard. And thatâs when he releases your throat, like heâs given you the ability to breathe as a reward for cumming, and he rubs your back soothingly as you sob and squeak in pleasure, his voice all sweet once more, all dripping with honey as he caressed you, âyouâre such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, you did so good, baby.â
The rest of the drive home is silent, you feeling fucked out in Steveâs lap, Steve looking smug, and the Uber driver staring straight ahead as if the debauchery that just took place in the backseat of his car had never even happened. Your legs are shaking, and you canât believe whatâs just happened but youâre too exhausted to truly care. All you want is your bed. And sleep.
âSweetheart, I think weâre here. Is this your building?â
âIt is,â you say hoarsely, suddenly feeling too shy to even meet his gaze. And thereâs a part of you that feels guilty now that itâs all over, a part of you that keeps thinking about Ari and what he would think about all this. Fuck. You shake your head to clear out all those thoughts until tomorrow, âThanks for giving me a lift home, Stevie.â
His lop-sided smile returns, almost as if the whole ordeal in the Uber had never even happened, âNo worries, baby.â
He helps you out of the car, and your legs feel like complete jelly, but youâre thankful that you can stand upright. You feel a weight on your shoulders, suddenly noticing his varsity jacket is still on you. Blue and white, with his initials âS.G.R.â âOh, your jacket, Stevie. Hereââ
âYou keep it.â He cuts you off, his eyes glittering with the reflection of the moon and stars as his lip curls upwards, âKeep it somewhere in your dorm room, somewhere where everyone can see, alright?â
âOkay.â You really donât have it in you to question his weird request.
He walks you all the way to your dorm room like a perfect gentleman, waits while you rummage through your purse for your keys. Chuckles as he finds them for you and unlocks your door. Pats your ass as he pushes you inside.
But not before pressing a kiss on your cheek and murmuring a quiet, âIâll see you soon enough, baby.â
And then heâs gone, and youâre alone. You put your phone on charge before immediately flopping down on your bed. Your aching muscles hum in satisfaction, and you feel instant relief as you kick your heels off and close your eyes. Your heart is racing â how had you gone from being a virgin at the beginning of the year to hooking up with two guys in the same night?!
Speaking of one of the guys, your phone begins vibrating the moment it gains its battery back, and you see a flood of texts and missed calls from Ari. And you think back to how youâd feel a small sense of satisfaction and a burst of happiness every time he texted you or called you in the past.
Now, you donât even have the energy to open his messages. It could wait till tomorrow.
You close your eyes to sleep. And you dreamt of Ari, of course you did. You dreamt of Ari a lot. But there was someone else alongside the brunet in your dreams tonight. A blonde with a charming smile and glittering eyes, the moonlight bathing him like a halo.
But you werenât so sure if he was an angel.
AFHJSAFA OKAY! SO. What do we think??? AND YES omfg of course the second love interest was Steve! Y'all know i'm a whore for Steve and for me, he's the only one who can believably compete against THE Ari Levinson!!! I can't wait to delve into this story!!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Feedback would mean the world to me!
(also i'm paranoid that there are mistakes and continuity errors even tho i sorta did reread it kind of but aksdfnldaskgal idk!!! i'm sure it's all fine tho)
I actually prepared some questions for yall just in case:
Is it too soon to ask if you're team Ari or team Steve?!?! BC I WANNA KNOWWW.
Do Ari and Steve know each other?!?! DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE HISTORY?!?!
Does Ari have feelings for reader?! What is Steve's deal?!!? IDK YALL JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ANY GENERAL THOUGHTS AND FEEDBACK SDFKLSAFN OKAY BYE
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | exhibitionism + piercing
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers
warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention
word count | 1,580
an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece đ„ș this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends đđ
thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off đ« piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you đ you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there
lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs
andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself
"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs
"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch
"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy
the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"
lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you
you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit
"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect
"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal
"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub
"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"
"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"
you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure
steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"
ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch
andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"
and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"
the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring
"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace
"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot
andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"
"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm
"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come
"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"
lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"
as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen
all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"
when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" âno little one, donât move. weâll take care of the mess; you just hang tightâ
everything feels like youâre experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. youâre cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon youâre safe and content in your daddyâs arms
the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddyâs wonderful friends
wow holy cow i got carried away with this đźâđš all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much đđ
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Broken Hearts.
Each part will have different warnings. There's only one love interest and it is not Steve. He is dark and mean in the series along with one more character. As for the rest, they are good friends.
New part every second day. (Hopefully)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 (Epilogue)
Complete. â
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You don't fool yourself thinking he let you go out of the goodness of his heart. He didn't have a heart.
For years you lived accustomed to the notion that he kept tabs on you, because once he considered something- someone his, he would never truly let go. But as long as he didn't have his goons dragging you back to him, you were fine pretending that you're finally free.
Even if at times - rare, empty nights with a bottle of vermouth and an itching so deep in your core - you wondered bitterly, if your sweet freedom was because he had more entertaining projects to warm his bed.
Fleeting thoughts. Quickly replaced with the comfort of little dreams you were working on achieving each day.
But the light of passion and hope could be dimmed not only by the monster that still lurked in the shadows.
Brutal reality of heartless capitalism and injustice were bubbling like a tar. Which other leeches used to their advantage.
Small, sleazy scum, who amped their threats the longer you resisted, the harder you fought. They hurt others and undoubtedly would go for your neck next. Or other parts.
It was despair of a drowning person to reach for that razor blade.
Even if his help would bleed you a little, he had the power to pull you out of the murky depths.
If he chose to do that.
The cold glint in his eyes, as you walked across the polished floors of what used to be your home, filled you with dread. He could so easily say no and throw you out.
A fraction of warmth you felt in your chest was a shallow sense of safety. Just for those few moments no one would hurt you. Not here. Not in the monster's lair.
Only he could.
There were two other men sitting with him in the lavish space of the dark living room. Judging by the tumblers in their hands and pleased smiles, they were celebrating a small business victory.
Small, because even if for them it was a grand project, you knew it was an insignificant chunk for him. A bone thrown to the starving dogs.
"Gentlemen." His voice as he addressed his guests was like a blade to your balance.
Your legs nearly gave out.
It's been so fucking long since you heard that velvet poison of a voice.
"We have to cut our evening short," he declared, without taking his eyes off of you.
"My wife appears to be in need of me."
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Who is he?
#and does he help you?#what price there will be to pay?#Steve rogers x reader#Bucky barnes x reader#Ari levinson x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#Nick fowler x reader#Curtis everett x reader#Andy barber x reader#who is he ficlets
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The assistant (10) - Apologies
Summary:Â You are invisible most of the time.
Pairing:Â Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader
Possible pairing:Â Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Warnings:Â angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plus-sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, fighting, violence, brothers being brothers, choking (non-sexual), injuries
A/N: We are back to business and bam, did I just add another brother? Yes. No. Maybe.
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The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions
Lloyd reluctantly opens the gate for Steve. He eyes the captain warily, and huffs. âCaptain Asshole.â He grunts.
âKidnapper,â Steve bites back. Like promised, he came in civilian clothes, and without his shield. Heâs carrying a duffle bag while surveilling the property on his way toward the mansion.
âI see Captain Asshat came,â Ari sneers at Steve. He looks the captain up and down, wondering what everything sees in the blonde.
âPlay nice, Ari,â Andy warns. He doesnât like having Steve on their property either, but this way, the brothers have control over the situation. And he made a few calls. Things will go according to his plan, not Steveâs. âNo killing Captain America.â
Lloyd snorts. âSpeak for yourself, not me. If he only breathes wrong, heâll bite a bullet.â
âAh, we already reached the status of threatening,â Curtis steps out of the mansion, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. âJake checks on the cameras, and Mike is doing Pilates or crap with Y/N.â
âIf he touched her,â Steve wants to jump at Curtis. âIâll break his neck.â
âWhoaâŠwhoa,â Lloyd points his index finger at Steve. âIf anyone breaks our little chaosâs neck, itâs me. Heâs my brother, not yours.â
Andy coughs and looks away. He doesnât know how to tell his brothers whom he called to join forces with them. If they must fight Captain America and the Avengers, theyâll need every help they can get.
âSo, uhââ he loosens his tie. âWe should talk about something before we let him inside. I made a few calls and asked for a favor.â
âYou asked for a favor?â Curtis turns his head to look at his brother. âAndy, what did you do? I hope you donât try to bullshit us with your lawyer crap again.â
âI wish it was only about lawyer crapâŠâ Andy looks at the still-open gate. He huffs and removes his tie. âI called someone to join us today.â
âAnother guest?â Lloyd rolls his eyes. âAndy, weâve got our hands full with Captain Turd over there. I donât have the nerves to handle our little chaos, Cappy and another guest.â
âHere we goâŠâ Ari sighs when a car drives through the open gate. He shakes his head before punching Andyâs arm. âHeâs an outcast, brother. How dare you call him?â
âHeâs still our brother,â Andy argues. âI meanâŠyeahâŠhe chose another family over us, and his love for money is making me sick butâŠâ
âAndrew Barber, there is no but!â Lloyd lunges at his brother. He has his hand around Andyâs throat to slam him into the wall.
âWhoa, stop it!â Ari struggles to drag Lloyd off his brother. âWe donât kill each other, Lloyd. Save your energy for our real enemies.â
âHe invited Ransom fucking Drysdale, Ari! How could he? That bastard said we are not brothers,â Curtis yells as said man gets out of his brand-new car. âYou! Get off our property!â
Curtis storms toward Ransom to punch his face. âYou fucker!â Ransom dodges the next punch. He likes the finer things in life but didnât forget how to fight. âAndy called me!â
âWhat is this all aboutââ Jake and Mike stop in their tracks. While Ari tries to keep Lloyd from strangling Andy, Curtis and Ransom throw punches at each other. âGuys! Whatâs going on here?â
âSo, this is how you keep Y/N safe?â Steve huffs. He drops his duffle bag to the ground to storm past Jake and Mike. âIâll get her out of this madhouse!â
âBuddy, you better stay out,â Jake puts his hand on Steveâs chest to stop him and make things worse. He doesnât stand a chance against Captain America, but right now, he gives a shit.
âGUYS!â you stomp your foot. âWhat is going on here?â You storm toward Lloyd to slap his shoulder. âLloyd, let go of Andy. Ari same goes for you. Stop hitting your brotherâs back.â
âButââ Lloyd pouts. âHeâŠand thenâŠand he invited the gold-digger!â
âI donât care, Lloyd Hansen,â you poke his arm. âWe do not hurt the people we love. I want you to apologize to your brother.â You harrumph and tap your foot. âLloyd, apologize to your brother or there will be no dessert for you.â
Lloydâs eyes darken. He looks at your crotch and hums. âI love me some dessert, Cupcake. What do you have to offer?â
âNot that, you little pervert,â you slap the back of his head. âNow play nice, Lloyd.â
âFine,â he pouts. âIâm sorry for choking you.â He looks at Andy, not sorry at all.
âAri, your turn,â you point at Ari. âIâm waiting. There will be no head massage and hair pulling for you if you do not apologize for slapping your brother.â
âIs it just me, or is this kind of hot?â Lloyd grins. Heâs happy that he isn't the only one who got in trouble this time.
âLloyd, Iâm sorry for slapping your back. Even though you deserved it and I only tried to keep you from choking Andy to death.â
âVery well,â you clap your hands and turn your attention toward Mike. âAre you okay? Did one of them hurt you too?â
âNo, Iâm good butââ He points at Curtis and Ransom. They are tangled in each other, fighting for control. âUh-we should stop them tooâŠâ
âChrist on a cracker!â You throw your hands up. âYouâŠâ you point at Steve. âHands off Jake.â You look at Jake. âJakie, no violence. How about you and Mike talk some sense into your brothers.â
âSure, Sweetie,â Jake relaxes when you press a soft kiss on his cheek. âBut if he blinks, Iâll smash him with my laptop.â
âFair,â you nod and walk toward Curtis and Ransom. Curtis tries to wrestle Ransom to the ground while Ransom tries to kick Curtisâs shin. âGuys, whatâs your problem?â
âHey, Â Sunshine,â Curtis pants. He pushes Ransom to the ground, grabs his arm, and twists it. âWe are good, Y/N. Just give me a minute to convince my brother to leave our property.â
âAnother brother,â you crouch down to get a better look at the man on the ground. âYou really are the seven dwarfs.â You smirk at the man staring up at you. He grins and licks his lips.
âOh, thatâs a nice new addition,â Ransom purrs. âTell me, Sugar. Whom do you belong to?â
âSheâs our friend, stop hitting on her,â Curtis puts his foot onto Ransomâs chest. âYou are not welcome here.â
Ransom sucks his lower lip in. âShe belongs to all of you.â He whistles. âYouâre a sweet thing. HmmâŠI can think of a thing or two to make you happy.â
âRansom!â Jake grunts. âDonât talk like that to Y/N!â
âCurtis, let his arm go,â you place your hand on Curtisâs shoulder to calm him. âPeople are watching.â You whisper. âWe donât want to draw too much attention toward us. Remember?â
âYouâre lucky she stopped me,â Curtis drops Ransomâs arm and steps away. âIf not Iâd rip your arm out to slap you to death with it.â
âCurtis!â You tut. âWhy are you so angry at him?â
âHe left us when we needed him the most,â Lloyd wraps his arm protectively around your shoulders. âWe were barely fifteen, and that bastard talked some rich people into adopting him. They wanted an heir, and he wanted to get away from us.â
âCan you blame me for not wanting to end up being a mobster and get shot dead? I wanted more from life than that. Just like Andy. But heâs here, parading around the mansion!â Ransom growls. âYou forgave him for leaving, but not me. I was a kid looking for hope.â
âYouâre a gold-digging whore wanting shiny things, nothing else,â Lloyd spits on the ground next to Ransom. âI suggest you stay far away from me, and Y/N.â
âLloydâŠâ Andy sighs. âPlease stop this shit. You canât expect all of us to want the same things you want from life. We tried a different life, okay. The moment you called I was there. Just like Ransom came here after I asked him for help.â
âHe wonât get one of the good bedrooms,â Lloyd pecks your cheek before he turns to walk inside the mansion to calm down. âWe should head inside andâŠâ he looks at the still-open gate. âCan someone close the fucking gate?â
âSoâŠâ you press a cool pack to Curtisâs cheek, âRansom is the last brother or are there more of you?â
âYou canât get enough of us, huh?â Ari smirks. He bandages his hand while glaring at Lloyd sitting across from him. âYou didnât have to choke Andy.â
âYou didnât have toâŠâ Lloyd mimics Ari. âI do whatever the fuck I want to do.â
Jake and Mike keep out of their fight. They busy themselves watching Steve. The captain sulks in a corner while you play nurse for the brothers.
After offering a cool pack to Ransom and taping his split eyebrow, you took care of Curtis. âPress the cool pack to your cheek. It will help.â
âThank you, Sunshine,â Curtis sighs when you run your hand over his head. âYouâre the best.â
âAndy, no. We need to put something on that too,â you sniffle looking at Andyâs bruised neck. You carefully touch his skin. âLloyd, you should be ashamed of hurting your brother like that. This is not okay.â
âI said Iâm sorry,â Lloyd grumbles under his breath. âHe had it coming. Whatâs a good choking among brothers, right?â He flashes you a smile. âCome on, that one was funny.â
âNot if anyone gets hurt, Lloyd,â you tut. âI thought we wanted to prove to Captain Rogers that Iâm safe with all of you. The moment he set foot onto your ground you started fighting each other.â
Steve crosses his arms over his chest. He watches you and listens closely. This is his chance. If he can convince you that the brothers are dangerous, youâll follow him.
Part 11
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ౚà§Ëââ©â§â Cherryâs Cevans One Shot Rec List
here you will find all of my favourite chris evans + characters fanfiction recommendations, i have many more to add and will continue to update this list. Please donât forget to reblog these amazing writers fics as they deserve so much love!đđ
Walk On The Wild Side - @hansensgirl
you just wanted to go for a stroll down the roadâbut he wants you to take a walk on the wild side. (Dark!Chris Evans)
You Better Not Pout, Better Not Cry - @hansensgirl
they know if youâve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. (Dark!Multi character) - i would add every single one of her fics to this list if i couldđ
Sinful Devotion - @evansbby
Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words, Lloyd pops your cherry)- my favourite writer in the whole universeđ
Smothered With Bliss - @whereireid
Is it hard being married to the most influential man in America? You most certainly think it is. â Steve Rogers: Captain America, the heart of his nation, the soul of his country. After returning home from a particularly bad day at work, Steve finally snaps, deciding you need re-educating on how to be the perfect housewife.
The Night - @misshoneybee
Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?
Little Miss Red - @anika-ann
Ransomâs looking for a good time tonight, when you walk through the door, he knows heâll get it. And you? Oh youâll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.
Unholy Errand - @buckets-and-trees
You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss. (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark! God The Bounty Hunter + Ransom Drysdale)
What A Shirt Can Tell - @justalonelyslytherin
5+2 times Colin asked 'Is that my shirt?' plus the one time he got asked it. Aka a look through the journey of Colin and his girl, each in which his shirts play an important role.
Start Again - @wkemeup
A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath (Steve Rogers)
Daddyâs Little Pet - @sinner-as-saint
You and Steve are the epitome of âopposites attractâ. He is the American hero, a super soldier who is known for his bravery, and righteousness and for being the one leading the Avengers. You, on the other hand, are a well-known fashion designer in the city. Creator and owner of your own brand, and elite boutique. At first glance, it doesnât seem like you and Steve would be compatible. But you surprisingly are. And behind closed doors, in secrecy â you two are each otherâs solace, each otherâs definition of home. Heâs your strong, loving and caring man. And you, his lovely, little pet whom he adores more than life itself.
Good Girls And Skype Calls - @youre-deadangel
chris gives you a treat for behaving.
Afternoon Delight - @christowhore
you're steve's live-in housekeeper and find your boss and his friends having a bbq on a heatwave stricken afternoon. they invite you to join them and show you all the pleasurable ways to cool down from the sun. (SoftDark!Steve Rogers + Sam Wilson + Bucky Barnes)
Got You - @hispeculiartreasure
The two of you had grown close over the last year; first as teammates, then as friends. You had been distant at the start, just as he had. Slowly, agonizingly - blood, sweat, and tears were definitely involved - walls were dismantled. A current of trust ran between you, one which caught Steve by surprise. As dense as he could be about matters of the heart, suspicions of his blossoming romantic feelings being mutual had proven true with a simple kiss. (Sex Pollen, Steve Rogers)
Golden Boy - @bucksfucks
youâve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you heâs anything but. (Roommate!Steve Rogers)
It Must Be That Old Evil Spirit - @vonalyn
Thereâs something unsettling about his demeanor but you canât quite put your finger on it. As if thereâs something hiding beneath the surface just waiting to pry its way out of the tight shirt across his broad frame and tear your throat out. Maybe itâs your general unease around others when youâre traveling alone, or maybe itâs just him. (Jack-O-Lantern!Ari Levinson)
Stupid Kitty - @onsunnyside
Your father wrongfully entrusted Lloyd to care for youâitâs too bad heâll never get you back. (Lloyd Hansen x Cat-Hybrid!Reader)
Manners- Or Lack Of Them - @rogerswifesblog
Ransom wants you, the sweet girl at the barâŠbut youâre not what he expected you to be. (Sub!Ransom Drysdale + Mommy!Reader)
Shadow Boxer - @mypoisonedvine
youâre stuck in the same destructive cycle with ransom, but maybe you donât want to get out of it. (Angst + Smut, Ransom Drysdale)
Itâs Not A Challenge - @gagmebucky
His jaw ticks. âItâs not a challenge, doll,â he bites out. âItâs a warning. If I tried to get inside you, Iâd split you in half in the process.â His eyes flicker down, and your nipples are pebbles against the thin, easily-rippable fabricâyouâre testing him, and heâs failing. âGoddamn it,â he hisses underneath his breath. âThat - that shouldnât turn you on.â Bristling, he drops his hand and pedals backwardâheâs on his last thread, and itâs his sole chance to make a clear-headed decision. (Boxer!Steve Rogers)
Pretty Princess - @frostironfudge
Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates.
Over And Over - @frostironfudge
Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.
Such A Good Boy - @lilacevans
You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way. (Puppy!Ari Levinson) - one of my favourite fics EVER.đ
Breathe - @buckyownsmylife
The one where the new co-star is obsessed with the idea of making Chris hers, but he makes sure to show her youâre the only one for him.
Justified - @dbnightingale24
Ransom has always been the center of your world youâve always been the center of his. However, when he canât change his ways and youâre tired of the heartbreak, is it really so bad if you think itâs best to walk away? Ransom thinks so. - one of the sweetest most talented writers i have ever metđ
My, My, My - @1800jjbarnes
Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.
All The Time - @geminixevans-stan
He is one of the most powerful men on earth but thereâs more worse than him (Dark!Lloyd Hansen + Dark!Nick Fowler)
Snack - @katherineswritingsblog
he just wants his snack- which is you.
Watchful Eyes - @espinosaurusrexex
When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself. (CEO!Steve Rogers)
Cherry On Top - @dcllbows
youâve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work. (Ddlg, Daddy!Andy Barber)
Voracious - @arilevinsons
The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. (DarkProfessor!Ari Levinson)
Best Friendâs Dad - @imyourbratzdoll
you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.
The Breeding Ground - @fl0werfae
To others, Ariâs house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups. (Alpha!Ari Levinson)
My Sweet Pea - @mavsstar
Mr. Levinson lives right next door to you, the sweet, innocent college girl. Little do you know that you're Mr. Levinson's favorite neighbor. He's there every chance you need the slightest of help, maybe a little too much. (Trailer Park Au)
Like A Movie Scene In The Sweetest Dream - @worksby-d
Johnnyâs always been on your ânoâ list, but you've finally agreed to work with him. (Pornstar!Johnny Storm)
Easy As Pie - @navybrat817
You bake pies for Andy, but you're still his favorite treat.
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Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.
Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI.Â
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You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection.Â
The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe.Â
âAbsolutely delicious, baby, good jobâ he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.
This is good.
Him being pleased is good.
âThank you, my heartâ you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.
âSee?â Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. âWasn't I right?â Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. âDidn't it make things all better for us, hm?â Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.
But you must not speak your mind.
For you are not allowed to have one.
âYes, hubby, you wereâ you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine.Â
His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. âJust too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?â
You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. âYes, hubby, I was.â Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. âThank you for teaching me better.âÂ
âAnd what did I teach you?â You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears.Â
Of course, he wants you to say it.
It is a routine that he likes to do every night.Â
âThat you are always right because you know better.â You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs.Â
It is a trap, meant to set you off.
He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.
You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.
But now you know it never fares well for you.
So better to just obey.
âYeah?â His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. âAnd how did I teach you that?â This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.
âYou taught me byâŠâ Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. âB- ByâŠâ Fuck.
Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it.Â
âBy?â You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. âKnow what, honey?â He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. âI'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.â You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. âIt had something to do with a machine and a cute headâ his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.
Your heart is erratic against his chest. âHââ the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. âT- Taught me by shaving my head.â
Steve's smirk is one of pride. âOh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?âÂ
Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. âN- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all offâŠâ Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. âUntil I was a cueball.â
âAnd why was that, huh, baby?â Now he speaks to you like you're a child.Â
He does that when he is horny.Â
The realization makes your stomach twist.
âB- Because you warned me many times butââ your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. âI didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.â He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.
âOh, honey. Is that what happened?â Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight.Â
âYes, hubby.â Your tears fall on your lap.Â
âAnd how did it happen, huh, darling?â He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. âCan you tell me?â
You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. âThe scary razor went all over my head, hubbyâ you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. âLike buzz buzz buzz~â you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp.Â
âAw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?â You timidly nod, pouting a little. âThat's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?â He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek.Â
âYes, hubby.âÂ
âAw, my poor girlâ he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. âI get it, youâre just a babyâ he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again.Â
âBut it was necessary, wasn't it? And it workedâ it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. âNo more hair in the food.â He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.
âNo more hair in the food.â You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.
âAwwwâ he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. âCheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on youâ his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. âI am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing aliveâ he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. âThe cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all aroundâ you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. âC'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.â He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. âYeah?â
All you can do is nod defeatedly.
. . .
If you made it down here, hi you're cool.Â
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Indecent Exposure Pt. III: Poolside Promises
Summary: You convince Ari to finally let you have a little fun this summer. But at what cost? Check out Part One!
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Allusion to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.
Almost Two Weeks After Your Father's Departure...
You glide through the water effortlessly, seeking a brief relief from the summer heat. While the news had promised you and everyone else that todayâs weather would be one for the books, the warnings still hadnât been enough to prepare you for the heat that assailed you the moment youâd stepped out the back door.Â
However, itâs not until you allow your head to break through the surface that you realize you were no longer alone. You had company. And he was also staring at you.
Again. It was something he had a habit of doing.
âCan I help you?â Itâs a flatly delivered question.Â
The man only shrugs, dragging a hand through his shaggy, chestnut brown locks. Frankly, he looked so much like his brother you were almost surprised that youâd never really noticed just how many similarities they actually shared.
Same striking blue eyes. Same massive build. Same chiseled jaw that looked great with or without a beard. But where Steve always possessed an aura or control, Ari emanated something a little more raw and untamed.Â
You found found that it sometimes did funny things to those annoying butterflies that had seemingly taken up residence in your belly these days.
âDid you need something?â You try as you continue to tread water in the middle of the pool.
âNothing you're quite prepared to give, sweet Clover.â Ari responds cryptically, his head cocking to the side as he continues to survey you.Â
âThen why the hell do you keep staring at me?â
That was another thing youâd recently come to learn about Ari over the last couple of days. He didnât seem to care whenever you decided to take a spicy tone with him â a fact youâd discovered when youâd found him sitting in your fatherâs study just the other morning.
Youâd been so happy until that moment, especially since youâd previously been granted three days free of Bucky, Steve, and Andy. Your time alone had been glorious, even if it had proved to be short lived.Â
You watch the older man closely, fascinated by the increasingly pronounced tick in his jaw. Hell, if he was allowed to stare then so would you. However, the question was, who would blink first?
Turns out, that award belonged to Ari.Â
Humming a tune under his breath, he proceeds to grab a lawn chair before pulling it closer to the edge of the pool. Neither one of you says a word as he takes a seat, his sinewy muscles bunching and flexing beneath the thin fabric of his light gray t-shirt.Â
âJust came out here to check on you.â He reaches up to scratch at his beard. âSee how you were managing in this heat.â
âIâm managing by planning to spend all afternoon in the pool, like any other sane person would.â
âYa know, Iâm pretty sure Bucky and the boys made it clear that they donât appreciate your little penchant for snark.â He muses, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Â
Probably. You inwardly concede. It definitely hasn't been winning you any favors. Which is why you often preferred to play the part of a mute. Whenever they allowed you to, that is.
âDoesnât seem to bother you.â You respond honestly before closing your eyes and flipping your body so that you can float on your back, giving Ari a glimpse of your peaches and cream-colored bikini.
âThatâs cuzâ not too much bothers me. I donât allow it.âÂ
âHmmâŠâ You spread your arms, silently wishing you could simply float away from this conversation entirely. âMaybe you should talk to the others about that. Seems like I find a new way to piss them off every time I open my mouth.âÂ
âNah.â Ari shrugs away your words as he continues to appear unbothered by the heat. âSomething tells me they donât quite know just what to do with a pretty little thing like you.âÂ
âOh. And you do?â Well, you could safely say that you hadnât been expecting that answer.Â
âIâd certainly like to think so.âÂ
His statement hangs in the air as you both fall silent. While you werenât quite sure what your would-be caretaker was talking about, it was definitely enough to make you think. And itâs at that moment that you decide to change tactics. Instead of floating here annoyed, perhaps it was time to use Ariâs seemingly indulgent personality to your benefit.Â
A friend of yours was throwing a party tonight. And you wanted to go.Â
When youâd previously brought it up to Bucky and Steve, theyâd both hemmed and hawed over the subject â asking you all kinds of questions and refusing to give you anything more than a non-committal âweâll have to seeâ or "we'll have to sit down and talk about it". And when youâd tried to play the ultimate trump card by calling your father, heâd sided with them.Â
âIâm not there, pumpkin.â Your Dad had said while youâd been holed-up pouting in your room. âI asked your Uncles to watch over you, which means Iâm gonna have to defer to them in situations like this one."
And, as luck would have it, you hadnât been able to get your answer before theyâd just up and disappeared on you like the overbearing assholes they were proving themselves to be.
âYeah, well, Iâm not sure I trust the judgment of anyone whoâs crazy enough to sit out here in this heat and roast â not when thereâs a perfectly good pool, like, right in front of them.â
âNot sure that pool of yours is big enough for the both of us.â Ari mutters, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Although you get the feeling heâs talking more to himself than you.Â
âItâs plenty big.â You eagerly reassure him, adjusting your position so that you can float closer to where your pseudo-guardian is sitting. âSee? Thereâs aaall this space.â
For a second Ari appears unsure. And the closer you get, thereâs no denying the fact that he was finally showing signs of feeling the heat. Itâs hard to miss the thin line of sweat dotting along his brow.
âCâmonâŠâ You urge, playfully splashing him. âDonât be such a hard ass, Uncle Ari.â You decide to tack on the last bit for his benefit, all the while trying hard to keep the edge out of your tone. But if he notices, he thankfully doesnât comment.
âFine. Melt.â You heave an exasperated sigh when he still doesnât move. Climbing onto a nearby pool raft, you turn your attention back to your companion. âJesus, you guys are always so serious, like all of the time. I mean, whatâs wrong with having a little fun?â
âAlright.â Thatâs all you get before he reaches to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted body hiding beneath.
You scarcely have the chance to appreciate the sight before youâre treated to the sound of a splash. You let out a squeal as water goes splashing everywhere, rewetting your already rapidly drying body. Seconds later, Ariâs head breaks through the water.
âHappy now, princess?â He disappears again, only to reappear closer to where youâre currently lounging.Â
âDepends.âÂ
âOn?â He asks, seemingly content to tread water alongside you. Youâd be lying to yourself if you didnât at least admit that the man was kind of attractive.
Or, as your friends had put it, sexy as hell. Yeah, you werenât quite sure how you felt about that one.
âWellâŠâ You hedge, giggling when he splashes you to encourage you to hurry up.
âOut with it, Clover. A closed mouth doesnât get fed.â Or fucked. He silently adds.
âThereâs this party I kinda wanted to go to tonight. All my friends will be there and I haven't really had the chance to celebrate my birthday with them yet.â You finish, your teeth going to worry your bottom lip.Â
Ari studies you for a moment as he tries to figure out the best way to respond. âWhat did Uncle Steve and the others say?â He already knew that you'd asked them, and he wanted to make it clear that heâs not one to be so easily manipulated. âIâm assuming you asked them first.â
âThey said âmaybeâ. Well, two of them did anyway. But then they left without ever giving me a real answer.âÂ
âI see.â He offers you a cheeky grin while pausing to swat at a wayward fly. âMaybe we should call them. See if theyâve finally made up their mindsâ.âÂ
âNo!â You shoot straight up on your perch, accidently flipping the raft and sending you tumbling back into the icy cool water. You come up sputtering and coughing, and while you canât quite tell, youâre also fairly certain that Ari is laughing at you.
âYou all good?â
âYeah.â You gag, hating the taste of chlorine.Â
Ari nods before moving to retrieve your float. Heâs even kind enough to hold it still long enough for you to climb back on it again. Only once heâs satisfied that youâre secure does he seem interested in continuing the conversation.Â
âSoâŠit sounds like you really wanna go to this party. Donât you, Clover?âÂ
âYes.â You breathe, refusing to say anything more than that just in case he was actually considering it. Youâre so desperate that you donât even balk when he begins swimming towards the edge of the pool, dragging you along with him. He doesnât speak again until heâs reached his destination.Â
âTell me, will there be any drinking at this party?â
âWhaâno!â
âNowâs not the time to lie to me, princess. Will people be drinking at this party?â He reaches up to cup your chin, his brilliant blue eyes boring into yours as if he's attempting to unravel all of your secrets.
One by one.
âI swear! Graceâs parents would positively kill her if they found out she threw that kind of party.â
Ari quietly mulls over your answer before deeming it to be honest enough for his liking. âHow about boys?â
Fuck. While you couldnât be honest, you also didnât want to lie. Not when you were this close to getting what you wanted. Which was freedom.Â
âHer little brother will be there. Heâs a couple grades below us. But it's not like she can kick him out or anything.â
âJust her little brother, huh?â You could tell he was feeling more than a little skeptical. However, youâre surprised when he seemingly lets it slide. Releasing his grip on your chin, he gives you a little push, content to let you float away.Â
âI swear. We canât do anything too crazy with him around â heâd rat us out sooo fast.â
Please believe me. Please believe me. Please believe me.Â
Holding your breath, you watch as he climbs out of the water. He makes a beeline for your towel, patting himself dry to the best of his ability before draping it over his shoulder.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. I might be willing to make an executive decision on this one, provided youâre willing to do something for me in return. Something thatâll keep at least some of the heat off of me when it comes to dealing with Steve and the boys.â
What you didn't know was that they had already discussed your desire to attend this party â him, Bucky, Andy, and Steve â and they'd decided that the answer was "no". But since you'd gone the last couple days without throwing a tantrum, Ari felt inclined to give you what you wanted. It also helped that he found your bratty ways to be rather endearing.
So long as you weren't outrightly disrespectful.
âAnything.â The word flies out of your mouth before you can catch it. And just like that, that damn tick in his jaw is back.
âThe only way I feel comfortable enough letting you go is if you promise to text me every 30 minutes. Doesnât have to be long. Just a message to let me and the other guys know youâre okay.â
What the hell?
You open your mouth to protest before deciding youâre better off not. Right now, youâd take the win and try to renegotiate the rest later.Â
âTake it or leave it, princess.âÂ
âIâll take it!â You reply, albeit probably a little too enthusiastically. âThank you so much!â
Ari doesnât even crack a smile. Instead that damned tick of his only seems to grow even more pronounced. âAlright.â With that, he turns and begins striding towards the door. âIâll, uhâŠIâll get you another towel.â He pauses once he reaches his destination, turning to face you once more.Â
âAnd Clover?â
âYeah?â You call back, feeling happier than you have in almost two whole weeks.Â
âDonât make me regret this." Ari rumbles, allowing you to get a good, long look at his muscled, hair covered chest. "I'd hate for my kindness to come back and bite me in the ass. It would be a shame to start the summer off on such a bad note.â
âIâŠâ
His words leave you so speechless that you can only watch as Ari proceeds to waltz through the sliding door, leaving you outside all alone once more. But not before reiterating his promise to bring you another towel so that you can get ready for lunch.
âWell, fuckâŠâ Is all you can muster before rolling yourself off your float and into the cooling expanse of the water. You swim down to the bottom, touching the floor with both hands as you work to center yourself.Â
You hold your breath for as long as youâre able before the need for oxygen forces you to resurface. As you greedily gulp air into your burning lungs you tell yourself not to give a fuck about Ari and his bullshit. Instead, you decide to focus on the most important aspect of tonight, namelyâŠ
Just what in the hell were you going to wear?
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Title: Return to Sender [6 of 9]
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Dark! Andy Barber x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he's going to keep that promise.
Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Murder, Canon Typical Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Fluff, Friends to lovers, Smut, MORE TAGS TO BE ADDED
A/N: ooh you all are going to be saur mad at me, lol. iâm sorry. i promise, weâre coming to an end, one i hope is as satisfying as the journey has been. remember, the outcome of this story was one you all voted on (dark vs. fluff), something iâve kept in mind as iâve crafted the story moving forward. thanks for sticking with me! comments are great, reblogs are golden. thank you for reading, and mind the warnings. â€ïž divider by @firefly-graphics
Andyâs voice sounds like oil even through the phone.Â
âWell?â The expectant word rolls off his tongue. âIâm waiting.âÂ
Itâs hard to speak, like the words are stuck in your chest. You lick your dry lips, casting a nervous glance around the phone store.Â
âI want to talk.âÂ
âYes, Honey. You said that already.â
âIâI want you to stop hurting people. You have to stop, Andy!â The phone trembles in your clammy hands as you readjust your grip on it. Ari is still asleepâor at least, he had been when youâd crept out from underneath his arm after heâd fallen asleep. Otherwise, heâd surely have stopped you. From across the counter, the employee gives you a frustrated glare. Itâs almost closing time, and you donât exactly have spare minutes to skip around the point. Youâd also promised her a saleâwhich you absolutely were not going to follow through on either.Â
âYou know why Iâm hurting people.â He sounds like heâs going to say something else, but the grainy sound of an infantâs cry derails him. Your chest clenches, and tears gather in the corners of your narrowed eyes. âSee? Look who youâre hurting, Honey. All this foolishness, and all youâve managed to do is hurt everyone around you. You hurt our daughter.â Andy sighs. âAnd yourself. Youâre quite good at that.â
You take a deep, trembling breath. It doesnât matter that it isnât true, that none of it is true. It doesnât matter that heâll think itâs his idea. Itâs better. Better if he does.Â
âYouâre right.â The words feel like glass on your tongue. âYouâre right.â The sound of him clucking his tongue through the receiver is enough to raise your hackles. You want to hang up the phone, to press the end call button and leave. You want to say itâs your devotion to Dove that keeps you on the line, and mostly it is. But thereâs the part of you that Andy ownsâthe part you expect heâll own forever that believes him. âI⊠Iâm sorry.â You hate that part of you that really is.
âIâm sorry for everything.â Thereâs no response, but you know heâs still thereâyou can hear Dove gurgling against his shoulder. âItâs my fault. I got scared, Andy. IâI hate it, without you.â You hear his thoughtful hmm thought the receiver.Â
âThen tell me where you are, Honey. So I can come and get you, and this whole ugly mess will be all finished.â You donât want to.Â
âIâI will, but you have to promise me you wonât hurt anyone else. Promise me, Andy.âÂ
âTell me something, Sweetheart, who is Ari Levinson?â
Youâd called Andy with the resolve to give him nothing. To placate and pacify him until he allowed you to see Dove again. What you werenât prepared for was him knowing about Ari. Your chest tightens as his words ring again in your earsâPromise me you wonât go back. Promise me.
Iâm sorry, Ari.
Your non-answer is enough to make Andy sigh.Â
âSo you do know him.â The displeasure in his voice is easy enough to hear, and it fills you with cold dread. Heâs trained you that way, made you hyper responsive to every one of his moods. You canât help it now, your body tightening like a piano wire at the sound of his disappointment.Â
âI really thought you would keep better company, Honey. Dishonorable discharge, manslaughter, criminal intimidationâŠâ Andy trails off, clucking his tongue. Your heart is pounding, your trembling, clammy hands gripping the phone so tightly your fingers hurt. Manslaughter? Intimidation? Ari hadnât told you any of thatâbut you suppose you hadnât really asked. You know Andyâs only doing this to make you unsure, to shake up your footing and keep you guessing while he gathers all the cardsâand heâs good at it. He chuckles at your silence.Â
âOh Honey. He didnât tell you, did he?â Andy doesnât even bother hiding his amusement. âIâm always telling you you canât just trust anyone off the street, Honey. These people youâre with, theyâre not good people.âÂ
Youâre not good people, you think savagely, though your resolve crumbles as you hear Doveâs sleepy wail through the phone. She needs you, and your whole body aches at the thought of being unable to fulfill that need. Andy clears his throat.Â
âIâm going to ask again, Honey, and I really want you to be honest with me when you answer. Who. Is. Ari. Levinson.â
âH-he just helped me, thatâs all,â you mumble. âIrâmy contact, she⊠she knows him. I donât really⊠I havenât spent much time with him.â Andyâs always been good at knowing when you lieâand you wait anxiously to see if heâll taste the mistruth in your words. The silent seconds tick by as you hear him quiet your daughter and sigh deeply.Â
âIf I send Robert to get you, Honey, youâre coming home this time. Understand?â
âI-I want to come h-home.â The word feels like acid in your throat, but you want to swallow it back down anyway, so he canât hear it. âI need to come home. I-I miss Jacob.â You doâthat part, at least, is true.Â
âHoney I want that more than anything. Itâs going to be good, better, Sweetheart. So much better than before.â His words do everything but reassure you. âYou donât know how good it feels to hear you say that.â  You imagine him in his office, standing in front of the fireplace. Itâs so clear you can almost see it, instead of the dingy used phone store. âHeâll be there tomorrow morning, early. Train station.âÂ
âI-Iâll be there.â
âI know you will.â
âYou promise if I do thisâyou wonât, you wonât hurt anyone else, right?â You hear the line clicking in his silence.Â
âI promise.âÂ
âÂ
The walk back to the shop takes you twice as long, probably because you keep stopping, staring ahead of you silently as your thoughts boil over and out of control. Youâd promised Ariâand youâd known, even then, that you would break it. The sight of Ireneâs face, his wound, it had all made your decision as easy as it could possibly be:
You were going to get Dove yourself.Â
Youâd underestimated Andyâs connections, and two nights ago was proof enough of that. Pronge was proof of that. If you donât go back now, you know they wonât survive another encounter. And Andy⊠you know he can spin it. Just like he had your disappearance. He wouldnât let you go, he never would. Heâd make it cost too much. It already cost too much, you think to yourself, clenching your fists angrily.Â
It feels like no matter what you do, no matter what you choose or how hard you fight, you just. Keep. Losing. You come to the dead end street where Zemoâs abandoned-but-not garage sitsâbut you walk right past it. You canât go back yet, you donât have your story straight. Hell, you donât even have your own fucking head straight. You canât face either of them right now.Â
How do I tell Ari?
You donât want to think about how devastated heâll be, how angry. You doubt heâll understandâyou canât leave Dove with Andy, alone to twist her mind and shape her into God knew what. No, you canât do that. You canât even consider it. You didnât want to leave Jacob either, but you knew you couldnât manage two babies, not when Andy had barely let you escape with one. Ari will blame himself, you know that much already.Â
But knowing heâll hate you is far better than knowing he was dead because of you.
Itâs a gray day, and the off-again-on-again rain has managed to soak through your borrowed sweatshirt. Once you round the large, empty park at the far end of the neighborhood, you decide to head back. You donât really feel much better, but you know you canât stay out by yourself much longer. Once you round the corner and turn onto the block, you spot Ari standing outside, in front of the closed garage door bay.Â
âWhat are you doing? Where did you go?â He asks, frowning down at you worriedly. âYou canât justââ Ari stops himself, and blows out a harsh, frustrated breath. âMouse, you know he isnât going to stop.âÂ
You look down at your feet. âI know.â He steers you back inside with his good hand.Â
âLetâs go over the plan again.â You canât help but roll your eyes. He canât see you, but somehow, Ari knows. âHey. Come on, humor me.âÂ
âFine.â You lean against the dusty front counter as you watch him close the door and lock it behind him, lowering the security grate before bolting that, too. âStep one: Canada. Step two: new identity. Step three: Come back, get Dove.â You know this is what they want, what they say is best, safest.Â
And you know theyâre right, it is whatâs safestâfor you.
Andy has a long memoryâand his patience exceeds that of a fucking saint. Heâd waited eight years for you. You donât want to know how long heâs willing to wait to put another bullet in Ari. And somehow, you know that if he comes to do it himself, he wonât miss.Â
âGood. I know itâs hard right now. But I promise you, I will be with you every single step of the way, okay? We are not giving up on Dove.â Ari cups your chin with a tenderness that brings burning tears to your eyes. You blink them back, burying your face against his chest.Â
âI know.â The rough fabric of his sling against your cheek strengthens your resolve, though. âThanks, Ari.âÂ
âYouâre welcome.â He kisses the top of your head. âNot the biggest fan of Quebec but Montreal is nice. Maybe weâll go there, first.â Andyâs voice echoes unpleasantly in your head. Dishonorable discharge. Manslaughter. Ariâs laughter falters. âWhatâs wrong, Mouse?âÂ
âN-nothing.â You shake your head, attempting to clear it of the ghosts Andy had put in it. âDid you go to Montreal while you were in the army?â You ask, and his expression darkens, just a little.Â
âNo. After, actually. After I left.â The why hangs unspoken in the air between you, and you hesitate to breathe it into existence yourself, no matter how desperate the desire. âI told you about my sister. Her husband.â He sighs. âI wasnâtâI wasnât alright. When they died. Iâm probably still not, but it⊠I was angry. I wanted to kill him, Mouse. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt them and I wanted him to know why.â
âDid you?âAri doesnât look proud. He looks⊠sad. Like he doesnât want you to know, like heâd rather lie instead of letting a single shred of the truth pass his lips in this moment. But Ari isnât a liar, youâve learned that well enough.Â
âYes.â Heâs looking at you but his eyes are so far away that you know he isnât, really. You donât know what heâs seeing, but you know it isnât you. âI did. I know I should regret itâwhat I did. But I couldnât. I canât.â You arenât afraid of him, even though perhaps, you know you probably should be. And yet, even amidst his confessions, all you feel is safe.Â
So safe.Â
âI went to Montreal after that.â
You donât know what else to say, but you wrap your arms around him, the tips of your fingers barely touching around his broad back. Itâs the only thing you can think to give him in this moment. Words may fall short, and you know that he will dwell on them tomorrow when youâre gone, dissect them with the same stubborn diligence he shows you at every opportunity. But this, this he wonât be able to deny, to spin.Â
Ari hums, squeezing you affectionately.Â
âMind if I change the subject now, Mouse?â He asks, sighing the words into your hair. âBesides, if we stay out much longer, Ireneâs liable to come looking for us.âÂ
âToo late.â Her irritated voice makes you jump. âWhere did you get off to?âYou swallow thickly, hoping Ari doesnât hear it.Â
âI just took a walk.â In the beat of silence before Ireneâs response, you can practically hear her roll her eyes. You turn to see her doing just that, and you wonder briefly if your powers of prophecy might lend themselves to something more useful. She jerks her head toward the office.Â
âWell, walk yourself in here a minute, would you? Weâve got to get these tickets sorted.â Ari snorts with laughter. âThat was good, right?â She grins, carding a hand through her silver-blonde hair. Irene hasnât been nearly as forthcoming as Ari with informationâlike she almost doesnât want to know you, or like sheâs afraid to get close. The disapproving look she fixes Ari with only further substantiates your theory.Â
Reluctantly, you follow Irene inside.Â
â
 Andy takes a long, slow sip of his scotch, holding the liquor on his tongue before swallowing. The ice clinks gently against the glass, and after a moment, he sets it down to ponder the object in his other hand.Â
Your ring is beautifulâa classic marquis cut diamond, flanked by alternating long and short baguette cuts. It fit you perfectlyâheâd had it made for you, so of course it had. Large enough that other women made a fuss over it whenever they saw it, but still classy, not ostentatious.Â
Youâd left it on the dresser, next to the ankle monitor you managed to slip off without tripping the alarm. Andyâs lip curls, and he downs another mouthful.Â
Letâs see her take off a goddamn chip.
The sound of tiny footsteps outside his office door makes Andy turn, just in time to see Jacob poke his head around the doorframe. Heâs nearly four now, and he can reach the handle without standing on the tips of his toes, now.Â
âHey, bud. What is it? You know youâre supposed to be in bed.â Jacobâs lip trembles.Â
âDaddy, I had bad dream,â he replies shakily, rubbing his watery eyes with the back of his chubby hand. âWent for mommy but she not there.âÂ
It takes everything Andy has not to blame you, but he swallows the urge. You canât help itâyou donât have his vision, his foresight. You donât see how much he needs you, how great you could be together if you would just let him lead you. Heâd tried to replace you with Laurie, and look how that had turned out. No, Andy had already tried back-up plans B, C, and D when what he really needed was just to try A one more time.Â
âDaddyâs sorry to hear that, Jake. Would you like to come sit with me?â He nods, sniffling. Andy hoists his toddler up onto his lap, rubbing his back with a gentle hand. âWhat was the dream about?âÂ
âThe bad-glasses-man.â Jacob says seriously, turning his glassy, terrified eyes to his father. Andyâs face remains passive, but inwardly he rages. Prongeâs comings and goings are easy enough to hide from the rogue paparazzi and the plain-clothes cops he knows are lurking just beyond the property gate, but significantly less so from his son, apparently.Â
âWhoâs the glasses man?â He knows the answer, but he needs the confirmation. The question alone is enough to upset him, and Jacob begins to fret, his eyes watering as he shakes his head.
âI donât like him. His face is red.âÂ
The night heâd brought Dove back, heâd been practically covered in bloodâthe only clean thing was the goddamn baby. Andy didnât ask where the hired muscle was, and Robert did not volunteer the information.Â
âYou know that was a dream, donât you, tough guy?â Andy says, wiping the tears from his sonâs chubby cheeks with the pad of his thumb. âWhen you go to sleep, you have dreams. And what we see in our dreams isnât real, remember?â
âI âmember, daddy.â Jacob still looks rather upset, though, and Andy wonders what else he hasnât managed to hide, what other loose ends he hasnât managed to tuck. âHimâs scary.â
Heâd been planning of disposing of Pronge anywayâpassing along ânewâ evidence to his friends in the DAâs office in Florida would be more than enough to have a needle in his arm before he could so much as kick dirt at Andrew Barberâs pristine legacy.Â
âItâs okay to be scared, Bud. Thanks for coming to see meâthatâs what dads are for.âÂ
âAnd moms.â Jacob adds seriously, and Andy smiles and nods in agreement though his free hand clenches against the seat where his son canât quite see it.Â
âAnd moms.âÂ
â
Dinner is takeout, with Ari meeting the delivery driver three blocks away, just to be safe. You can feel Ireneâs eyes on you the whole time heâs gone. You wonder if maybe she knows somehow, if sheâs figured out your plan just from plain experience and observation. Her face is still a mess of bruising, but the swelling around her eye has gone down enough for her to squint out of it, which is what sheâs currently doing as she looks at you. Her nose is still red and angry, the bruised, veiny skin peeking out around the bandage and splintâPronge had broken it.Â
âIâm sorry.â You feel compelled to apologize againâafter all, youâre responsible. Sure, Robert had been the one to break it, but you feel like you might as well have driven your own fist into her face for all the difference it made. âI didnât know Andy would⊠that he would call someone like that.â Youâd thought you knew Andy, that you understood him, who he was. And that had been why youâd let him back in.Â
But you hadnât, you see that now. Not even a little bit.Â
Irene snorts. âRobertâs a parasite. Iâm not surprised heâs got himself mixed up with a big fish like Andrew Barber.â She crosses her arms. âHeâs always had a talent for finding garbage.âÂ
âYou know him?â You ask, grimacing. Ireneâs scowl deepens with regret, and she looks away. Sheâs by no means a small woman, broad shouldered and tallâbut she looks somehow diminished.
 âS-sorry, I, I shouldnât pry. IâI know weâre supposed to keep the interpersonal stuff to a minimumââ You ramble apologetically to fill the awkward space your question has left, but Irene cuts you off.Â
âHe was my first partner. Before lover-boy,â she adds, snorting. Your cheeks heat. You canât stop your face from contorting in confusion. âHe was my transporter, till he turned one of my girls back over to her husband.â She looks down at her hands. âMy last girl, before, well, you.â Ireneâs laugh is dry, but not bitter.Â
âI didnât know I was your one last job,â you reply. âWhereâd you meet Pronge?âÂ
âWhat can I say? Your email was very convincing.â Your chest hurts at this, bad. You want to tell her, tell her everything, your phone call with Andy, your dealâbut you donât. Sheâll only try to stop you. Sheâs already suspicious of you, you knowâyou canât be the first to think about going back, to weigh the pros and cons and find the latter holds more water. Instead, you watch her tug the chain out from beneath her collar with her thumb.Â
âMilitary. Same place I met Ari,â she adds.Â
âYou were all there together?â You ask incredulously, and she actually laughs, shaking her head. âIn the army?âÂ
âNo, no. Six degrees of separation, type thing.â The chain link rattles as Ari pulls it up, and you turn to watch him duck underneath before lowering it back down and snapping the padlock into place to keep it shut. âDidnât even know this prick till I needed an east coast cover.â She jerks her thumb at him as he sighs, shaking his head.Â
âTalking about me again, ladies?â He says, putting the bag down heavily on the counter. âDonât stop on my account.âÂ
âWasnât going to,â Irene retorts. âAnd we werenât Army.â She scrunches up her nose with distaste. âThat, there, darlinâ,â she points at Ari. âIs a Marine.â She turns her accusatory finger back on herself. âMarine.âÂ
You offer her a wry smile. âIâm not sure what the difference is, butââ you hold your hands up placatingly as her face screws up with offense. âI do believe you that there is a difference.âÂ
âDamn right.âÂ
Ariâs hand finds the small of your back as he passes by behind you, and you donât jump at his presence.Â
âThereâs not really that much of a difference.â He murmurs cheekily, and you stifle a giggle, biting your lip. âJust so you know.â Ariâs lips graze the shell of your ear, and your whole face goes hot.Â
âI heard that, asshole,â she snaps, jabbing her finger in Ariâs direction again. âThere is.â Irene eats alone, waving her hand and shaking her head as she shovels food out onto her plate. âNo, no. I need time away from you two. No offense.âÂ
âNone taken.â Ari replies, slinging an arm around your shoulder. âYouâre in a shit mood anyway.â You donât have to see Irene flipping him off to know itâs happening, but you peek over your shoulder anyway, and snicker with laughter as she proudly presents her middle finger. Ari ignores her.Â
You eat in companionable silence, before Ari, elbows you gently.Â
âYou sure youâre okay?â He asks, and your chest fills with that too-familiar-ache. âReally?â
âIâm fine.â You donât know if he believes you, but he doesnât ask again. Instead, he does something else entirelyâAri dotes on you. He reminds you to finish your food when you push it away half-eaten. If not for me, then for Dove, Mouse. Canât make milk for her if youâre starving. And when youâre done, he takes your plate, tossing it in the trash for you. Youâre still wired, however, electricity running under your skin as the hours wind down. Itâs all you can do not to pace.Â
Andy had taught you that you couldnât have your cake and eat it tooâbut goddamn do you want to. You want your daughter, and you want Ari. It feels unfair that you canât, mostly because it is. Andy gets to have it all. Do it all, and what do you get? To crawl back to him on your belly because heâs still. Fucking. Winning.Â
Ari places a hand on your thigh, stilling it. You hadnât even realized youâd been bouncing it nervously, staring off into space. His concern cuts through the noise of your anxiety.Â
âYouâre going to drive yourself crazy.â He grasps your hands. You sigh.Â
âI know.â You hang your head. âIâI canât stop thinking about Dove,â you admit, hanging your head. âHow she needs meâŠâ Ari squeezes your hands together, his larger ones enveloping them.Â
âYou need you.â He strokes the backs of your hands softly with his thumb. âYou realize that, donât you, Mouse?â You try to resist when he tucks a finger underneath your chin to make sure youâre looking at him, and when you do, you find his eyes shiny with unshed tears. âPlease tell me you understand.âÂ
âI understand.âÂ
You want toâbut you donât even know who you are anymore. Without Dove, you feel adrift; sheâd been your anchor, your purpose and drive. You needed to protect her, to get her away from Andy and keep her safe and whole and good. You reasoned you could fix yourself after, duct tape was good enough for you. But now that he has her again and your plan lies in ruins around you, you donât even know what youâre doing this for. The various splintered pieces of you held in place by thin tape are falling apart again, and you donât have another way to make them stay together.Â
When Ari pulls you to his chest you go willingly, tucking yourself against his chest. He smells like pine musk and rain and just a hint of sweat, and you bury your nose in the folds of his shirt. You want to remember him, remember every moment youâd spent with him because they were precious. Of course only you realize it as you stand upon the precipice of never seeing him again, but you canât change that now. Youâre okay with it, trading the feeling of Ariâs solid body against yours, the surety of his presence, for knowing heâll get to keep breathing.Â
Heâs worth that to you.Â
Ari presses a kiss into your hair.Â
âI fucking swear I will do everything in my power to make sure that he never hurts either of you again.â It breaks your heart to know that no matter how hard he tries, Ari will never be able to keep that promise.Â
I think I love you. âThank you.â Iâm sorry.Â
âLetâs get some rest.âÂ
You swallow against the tide of words that threaten to come crashing out of your mouth, and nod instead. He leads you back to the makeshift bedroom, and climbs into the cot beside you. He holds you, tucking your head beneath his chin as, for the last time, you fall asleep beside Ari Levinson.Â
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âYou look like shit.â Prongeâs voice is mocking. You glower at him from across the empty parking lot, but you donât get any closer. You hadnât been waiting there long when the sleek black car had pulled into the lot, with Pronge oozing out of the driverâs side door. âWhat? You get cold feet all of a sudden?â He doesnât have to yell to be heardâthereâs no traffic, no people. The train station is practically a ghost-town at this hour, so thereâs no one to overhear, either.Â
âNo.â You narrow your eyes at him, before reluctantly stepping forward. You see no reason not to be honest. âI just hate you.â He grins at your admission.Â
âHappy to see you too, Sweetcheeks.â Pronge throws open the door to the black sedan next to him, and jerks his thumb at the back seat. âNow get in. Your hubbyâs eagerly waiting for you a three hour drive back to fucking Boston.â He sneers. âWhat, you deaf too? I said move it.âÂ
Youâre halfway across the lot when the sound of your name makes your eyes widen. You turn, and behind you is Irene, leaning against the gate as she pants. Your own eyes widen with panicâsheâs not supposed to be here. You swear sheâd been sleeping not forty-five minutes ago, though the steady rise and fall of her chest in the dark had been your only indication. Ari doesnât seem to be with her though, and you wonder if sheâd rushed here straight out of bedâshe isnât wearing any of her gear, and the knife you know she keeps in her belt is nowhere to be seen.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Irene looks from you to Pronge and then back again. Your chest aches as the realization crosses her face, betrayal settling in soon after. âYou canât do this.âÂ
âOh but this is delicious,â Pronge drawls, stepping around the open door. His greasy hair hangs limply into his face. âSheâs going home to daddy.â Â
âThe fuck you are,â Irene retorts. âYou know you canât.â She isnât even talking to Pronge anymore, just you. âYou can drink poison knowing itâs poison, but youâll still die. Andy is never going to let you go, you know that. You told me what it was like in the basement. Itâs going to be ten times as bad if he gets his hands on you again.â Irene fixes you with a pleading, earnest look. âPleaseââ
Youâve heard gunshots beforeâplenty of times, nowâbut this doesnât sound like one. Itâs why you donât understand it when Ireneâs chest erupts in a spray of dark, warm red. You can smell it, like burned, raw meat. It dribbles out of her mouth as she stumbles forward and then falls down onto the dark pavement, twitching. You clutch at your face with your hands as the scream that had built up in your chest emerges as a wheeze.Â
You look at Robert, watching with horror as he stows a pistol with a long silencer attached back into his filthy jacket. The blacktop is slick with morning dew as you race across it, slipping and skidding until you reach her.Â
âHelp me!â Irene is gasping and twitching, her eyes rolling wildly as you push her onto her back, pushing your trembling hands against the hole in her chest. âWhat-what do I-I donât know what to do, Iââ Jerkily, she lifts a hand to your face, smearing your cheek with her blood.Â
âR-ru-un.â She coughs up more red, darker, thicker. You sob as you attempt again to staunch the bleeding. It doesnât help, though, bubbling up out of the wound and over your hands to pool on the ground beneath you.Â
âNo, no, please, he promised, he promised heâhe promised,â you babble uselessly as she spasms again and then goes completely still, her eyes locked on the brightening sky above you. âHe promised. Andy, he promised.â You look at Robert as Ireneâs head falls back against the pavement.Â
âI guess thereâs one cherry that Barber didn't pop.â He is on you in an instant, closing the gap between you with a few careful steps. You canât move, though, canât think as his wiry fingers dig into the meat of your shoulder, dragging you to your feet. Irene needs help, she needsâ
âNo, no, I, I have to help her, Iââ Youâre babbling uselessly as he shoves you into the back seat, and when you go for the handles on the doors, nothing happens. âLet meâlet me out! No, no, he promised, andââ Pronge ignores your wailing, sliding in behind the wheel and starting the car. If anything, heâs enjoying it, grinning as you sob and beat against the windows with bloodstained hands. You cry and scream until your throat is raw, watching her body disappear, eaten by the cityscape as you move away through it.Â
After a while, you curl in on yourself, wrapping your arms around your knees and laying down on the cool, clean leather.Â
He promised.Â
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For every cevans who are the ass men and who are the boob men đđ .. maybe there are some who like both equally?
This...did not at all shake out the way I thought it would at first. More of them lean towards the top rather than the bottom, but the one's who like the butt really, really like the butt. I decided to do percentages in order of preference--the formula shows up as % tits / % ass. Warnings for sexual discussion.
A/N: What a bizarre thing to find myself thinking about for HOURS...
Ransom Drysdale 90 / 10
In a word? Jewelry. Now, an expensive necklace laying just in the valley of your breasts is not the only reason Ran prefers this view, but it's the main one.
Jimmy Dobyne 85 / 15
Breeding kink and lactation kink. Sorry. He's a simple man who is deep-down obsessed with your tits getting bigger because of him and what he did to you. This is a man who enjoys getting completely lost in sex (in his own head though, since he's not using a lot of brainpower to check in with you and your needs during the actual act).
Curtis Everett 80 / 20
He's hands-on, and the simple truth is it's easier to have his hands (or mouth) on your breasts during foreplay or missionary, even doggy-style. Curtis enjoys touch far more than he'll admit out loud, so there's also the simple fact that when you hug, he gets more contact with your top than your bottom, or dancing, or sleeping, etc. There is--and I will die on this hill--something deeply primal aroused in him when he sees your bare décolleté. Somehow that is more exposed and naughtier than you wondering around in a bikini. Not sure how to explain that further. Breasts to neck are just his real estate.
Steve Rogers 75 / 25
I mean, the guy was eye-level with them for most of his life, so yeah, Steve's fascinated by tits. He also finds laying on your chest deeply soothing. He likes the soft, sensual side of showing attention to your tits and loves when they're very sensitive. Don't get me wrong; Steve enjoys a well-balanced woman, and he will dote on all of you. He just...really likes playing with your boobs, darn it!
Important note: read that stat as "25% backside" for Steve's delicacy, please. He won't say the other thing...
Andy Barber 70 / 30
The low-key version of Ransom in the sense that for public and work events, Andy would like to show off how gorgeous you are. It's difficult to really highlight the ass without being too risqué, and he'd be far more angry if a bunch of people stared at your backside all night. He's comfortable being envied for your top half, thanks.
Jake Jensen 60 / 40
Purely a numbers game: he is more likely to be flashed than mooned, so Jake is slightly more enamored by the titties. Apart from that, his answer to the question of either/or is "yes."
Johnny Storm 50 / 50
Always changing it up because he's always on the cusp of getting bored, Johnny goes through phases. However, he is equally and actively interesting in both your tits and your ass in a sexual way which is why he gets the actual number percentages, unlike...
James Mace & Bucky Barnes- Indifferent
Slightly different reasons, but at any given time, these two change preferences. Bucky is more emotional and moody in his affection/attention, so depending on the day, he could be wildly into your breasts or your butt. He could also be really into you doting on him. This could all be for nine-million different little experiences that happened in a day or a week. Bucky can't be pinned down as just one thing--partly because he's been several different people in his life.
Mace appreciates that there are esthetically pleasing versions of body parts, that people have different ideals for those, and that it is nice to have one or more of those ideal exist in the relationship. Mace is also practical. Your body will change over time. Hell, his body will definitely change after months in space, so who is he to point out that your ass looked better one way while he loses 30 pounds of muscle between times you seen him? It's not fair and it's not realistic. He just...can't find the energy to care much about this argument. There are more important things that could be an actual problem if they changed, but your body isn't one of them.
[Enormous gap in percentages]
Ari Levinson 10 / 90
I may hate the phrase but Ari is definitely a 'dirty daddy.' He quite likes a nasty, no-holds-barred fuck fest, and those have way more to do with your lower half than your upper half. Something about your ass being his is also more satisfying than any other piece of you. He's a bit possessive that way.
Lloyd Hansen 1 / 99
Boobs can be fake, and unless he is actually fucking your tits, they aren't doing anything for him. Lloyd feeds off of touch sexually, so it's all about that booty bouncing on him or taking him deep or bruising beneath his grip, know what I mean? Yeah, you do, @ellethespaceunicorn.
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The Five Daddies Imagines
Here you'll find all the little factoids and all content about each of your five sugar daddies. Enjoy!
Andy
Lingerie Preferences
Sexuality Profile
Camping with the daddies
Ari
Lingerie Preferences
Sexuality Profile: Primal
Camping with the daddies
Ultimate Vacation Home: Japan
Bucky
Lingerie Preferences
Sexuality Profile
Camping with the daddies
Lloyd
Lingerie Preferences
Lloyd's Kinks
Ultimate Vacation Home: United Arab Emirates
Camping with the daddies
Steve (Kemp)
Lingerie Preferences
Sexuality Profile
First Meeting
Ultimate Vacation Home: Belize
Camping with the daddies
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Summer Garden
Ruby Garden universe
Summer vacation shenanigans with your favorite Doms. Each pairing gets their own little story that includes summer vibes, miraculous surviving of heatwave and lots of preferred spice đ Expect hot babes, cool water, delicious gelato and various kinks (some really borderline extreme).
There's no specific time schedule for posting, but I will drop the stories throughout the summer.
No particular order:
Sunset stripes (Dom!Lloyd Hansen x sub!reader)
A view to kill (Dom!Nick Fowler x sub!reader)
Dive under (Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!reader)
Lady of the lake (Dom!Steve Rogers x sub!reader)
Vanilla & roses (Dom!Andy Barber x sub!reader)
Under the vineyard (Dom!Bucky Barnes x sub!reader x Dom!Curtis Everett)
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