Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, toy play, squirting, pussy job, just the tip, and that’s all you get, read if you want more, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
A Losing Hand Masterlist
A/N: this offers very little to the plot. It’s mostly just porn, because I desperately needed this to happen, and show that Daisy isn’t as innocent as everyone thinks.
“And that’s all for the evening,” Andy stands up from the table and walks out of the meeting room, ready to introduce you to your new toy. Bucky stops him before walking out, waiting for everyone to walk past, because he’s pretty sure where this conversation is going.
“Are you all good for the evening?” Bucky asks his eyes drifting up the stairs, in the opposite direction of everyone else. Andy gives him a solid nod. “I was…can I have tomorrow off? She’s asking a lot of questions.”
“Very well. Let Walker and Cage know that they’ll take yours and Steve’s place with Daisy tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll be very exhausted, and they won’t do much,” Bucky gives him a thanks and Andy takes two steps at a time into his bedroom.
Walking in to see your body, wrapped in a silk robe looking out the window. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” you turn around to look at him, and he catches a glimpse of the lingerie he left out for you.
“You wore it,” he walks closer to you, and you hate that you find yourself falling more for this man everyday.
“As if I have a choice. You lock me in this room, and treat me as if I’m your play thing. The only people who will slightly talk to me are Steve and Bucky.”
“Are you not my play thing in this bedroom? Have you not been enjoying the things I’ve been teaching you? Finally quit acting like a brat long enough for me to have you gasping from my fingers and mouth,” his hands untie the ribbon that kept your robe on, and slowly he pushes it off your body. Letting the material drift into a pile on the bedroom floor, while his fingers explore your body decorated in the lingerie he picked out. It’s like you no longer have a choice and you buck up. Stiffening your body, only to have Andy growl on you.
“You’re doing that shit again. Daisy, this room is ours, and I will fuck my wife.”
“I’m not your wife!”
He grips your cheeks tightly, and makes you look at him. “Yet. You need to fucked, and fucked hard. My fingers aren’t enough anymore are they? You don’t have to answer. I know. You want to ride my face? My thigh, my abs? You sure do like rubbing your hands over them when we’re laying in bed.”
“You’re so crass,” his hand moves quickly to cup your mound, and you sigh at his touch.
“And your fucking soaked. Being a brat sure does get you riled up. I got a gift for you. One that I will enjoy watching you play with.”
“I’m not a child,” you answer as he walks into the closet, bringing out an odd saddle looking thing. “I don’t play with toys.”
“This,” Andy goes plugging the thing up, and takes a seat in a chair in front of it, holding what appears to be a remote, “is not child’s toy. Go on. Straddle it,” shaking your head no, only leads him to picking up your flailing body, and slamming you on the saddle. “It’ll do you some good to stay right there,” his voice grunts out, taking his seat again.
With a spin of the dial, he has the saddle rumbling underneath you. With as worked up as you had been waiting, it doesn’t take long for you to whimper looking at him. “There ya go. I get to fully watch you now Daisy. Put on a show for daddy.”
“No,” you pout, only leaving him to turn the dial again. “An-An-Andy,” your voice whines, and naturally you start working yourself over the toy.
Andy’s eyes drift to where you and the toy connect, and gives you a sly smirk. “You are enjoying it. How many times do you think you can cum?”
“Andy, please!” your body trembles as an orgasm rushes through you. Abnormally quick, but it’s never enough.”
“There’s attachments that you can sink over, Daze. You want that?” your body grinds over the saddle, and it’s not the toy that you want. “No, you ready to take my cock, Daisy? Are you ready to give me what I’ve been so patient for?” he slowly pulls out his thick and veiny cock, and you can only moan even louder.
His fist wraps around himself tightly, but his pumps are so slow. Turning that dial one more time and it rattles to your core. His motions never change tough. Fisting himself at annoyingly slow pace, and you’re nearly screaming. “Soak that toy.”
“Andy I want you!”
“I know you do, sweet girl. Look at you, a needy little bitch, begging for her king’s cock,” it’s almost humiliating, and it turns you on even more. Writhing over the toy, and almost exhausted. “Soak it, Daisy. I want you to nearly collapse, and then, I’ll let you give me a pussy job.”
“No! Please…want…want you,” your eyes roll back in your head, and you look towards the ceiling and still he only laughs. “Please…Andy!”
“It’s what you need. Too bad you’re a virgin, I’d have you fucked into that mattress already. It’s what you need. A thick cock to cum over,” Andy’s motions stop when you quiver, your juices squirt out all around you, and drip down the saddle.
Rolling over onto the floor, you go to pulling off those ridiculous panties, and spread your legs wide. Showing Andy what is his. And you want him. “Please!”
“Dammit,” he rips off his shirt, and lets his pants drop to his knees. Going to lay on the floor, he lifts a leg spreading you out a bit more.
Whining you try and pull him closer, whimpering out your plea to him, but he places his member between your lips. Thrusting his hips forward like he’s fucking into you, only to have his cock run through your silky folds.
“Andy more!”
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” you nod your head, trying to show him you know how to be a good girl. Overwhelmed with feeling him so close, and yet so far away.
Reaching to try and push him through your entrance. “You know I really shouldn’t reward bad behavior.”
“Please, baby. I want you so bad.”
It wasn’t the words that Andy had been longing to hear, so he continues his motions, driving you even more crazy. “I’m yours,” you whisper. Relinquishing all the power to him. Your body becoming completely compliant and ready for him to use.
Andy grunts, looking at where you lay, and he can’t have this. He won’t give you what you really want. But he’s getting a taste. Standing up, he shimmies out of his pants, before leaning over to lift you up. Carefully walking you to the bed, and sitting you down.
His hands move to your back, and he removes the bra. The two of you completely bare before the other. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Andy…” you’re not sure why you’re so needy for him, to the point of tears in your eyes.
“But, I’ll give you something,” his thick body goes in between your thighs, and he grabs his cock, running the tip through your puffy folds. Your back arches back, and still you want more. “Shh…this is gonna sting,” he pushes his bulbous head through your tight hole, and the two of you nearly come undone.
“Oh god. An-And,” your voice can’t fully say his name, and you choke on every attempt to call up at him.
“Daze, please…”
“I want it all.”
He pushes all the way through, his eyes only on yours as he splits you open. Watching and memorizing every muscle movement, feeling every labored breath on skin. Even the way you smell, the way your skin is so sticky with sweat with how desperate you are. He’s never seen you look more beautiful, that stuffed full and completely speechless because of his girth. Your fingers cling to his arms, and you’re unable to think from the severe stretch he’s giving you.
Holding himself there just to watch you. The way your virgin hole constricts against him, making it so hard for him concentrate. “It had to be me. No one, can take this from me.” Peppering kisses all over every part of you he can reach. You sob his name over and over again. Overwhelmed and full of pressure.
“More,” you beg him, as tears stream down your face and he nuzzles his nose against your skin, tell you no. “More!”
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” unsure of why the repetition until you feel an added warmth. Your brows furrow, and you beg for more. “I shouldn’t have done that. Shit,” with one look at where the two of you connect he sighs. “Don’t ask me again. I will have your properly,” he watches as his spend mixed with a little bit of your blood leaks out.
“I have a huge desire to shove it back into you.”
“Andy, I’m sleepy.”
“I know you are,” he gives you a few more soft kisses before pulling the covers down, and letting you roll up into the soft duvet. “Shh, sleep. I’ll hold you all night,” your eyes flutter close and you’re unsure of what other sweet nothings he whispered in your ear.
Didn’t even hear the door creak open, “Sorry, but she won’t go sleep without telling you goodnight.”
“Well, come on.”
“Is she sleeping beauty?”
“Yes, she is. For now. Now get back in bed or you won’t get the present of a new dog. You’ve got to stop wandering around the compound.”
She pouts up at him, and puts her hands on he hips. “I waited.”
“Shh, go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“Will she ever get to meet me?” her eyes flick towards your sleeping body before back at Andy.
“Maybe one day.”
“Is she my mommy?”
“No, now off to bed. Stevie is going to get your dog tomorrow,” with a sweet smile, and standing on her tippy toes she gives Andy a kiss before following Bucky back to her room.
Summary: Nick pushes you too far. The birth of baby Barber
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, pregnancy sex, creampie, TW sexual harassment, mentions of branding, mentions of tongue removal, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.9K
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Sitting up in the bed, you grip your overly stretched belly. Running your fingers over the swell, moaning in discomfort. Just like you knew he would, Andy sitting up with you. His hand moving over your body, and those dark blue eyes gazing into your own. “Daisy, what’s wrong?”
“He’s running out of space,” you whine. Trying to change positions, but that big tummy gets in your way. “Andy, why did you make such a big baby. He won’t come out. He’s not gonna fit.”
“Bruce said he was fine, and if he wasn’t, that he would induce you,” your head leans back, sighing at how discontent you are. “What?”
“I want raspberry cheesecake,” Andy pops his tongue, shaking his head at how ridiculous you’re being. “And I want to hear you play the piano.”
“Ozzie, your mother is a bit needy son. But seeing how you will be needy when you arrive, I better baby her right now, don’t cha think? Come on,” he quickly gets of the bed, just so he can help you up.
Giving you a little chuckle when you start to waddle. If he didn’t think it was cute, and made sure to tell you, you’d be offended. He drops you off in the formal dining room with the piano, jogging off to get you a slice of cheesecake to share, upon returning, you give him the first bite before sitting to just listen to him play. His fingers move effortlessly across the keys, a skill his mother made sure he had. This softer side of Andy one of your favorites. Not many knew, not that he cared. But you loved that this was just for you. Caressing over your stomach, you think how it’s for your son as well.
Finishing up the cheesecake, you move to block Andy from the piano. Your body directly in front of him, and he tilts his head, to look up at you, “Daze, what’re you doing?”
“You’re going to be the best daddy,” his eyes flutter, seeing them go misty, you go to cup his cheek. “I want our son to be just like you.”
“I want him to be like you. Hidden strength, kindness, forgiving.”
“Stop it,” you tell him playfully. Leaning a bit more onto the keys, your ass making a horrible diddy. “Andy, I know we had a rough go at first. But I do love you. I forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“This,” you finger moves between him and you before laying your hand on your belly, “this requires forgiveness.”
Andy stands up, as close to you as Ozzie’s temporary home will allow. His thick hands softly grazing up and down your sides, his eyes blown wide with lust, mirroring your own. “You know,” you stutter out as his head turns to the side, ghosting his lips over the column of you neck.
“What were you gonna say?” he asks. Flattening his tongue, he licks up your heated skin, blowing a draft of cold air over the wetted area.
“I know what can induce labor?”
“What’s that, Daisy?” Andy gives your neck a little nibble, pushing apart your legs, to place himself in between them. Your hand immediately palming over the bulge in his sweatpants, “Daisy, what induces labor?”
“Andy, I want you to fuck me,” he sets the lid down on the piano. “Baby, not here.”
“Yep, I’ll have my wife wherever the fuck I want,” lifting your body up onto the piano. The wrap nightgown, becoming abundantly clear as to why it’s his favorite, when he pulls it open, leaving you vulnerable and naked. His hand smooths over your slit, while he lets his sweatpants drift to the floor. A knee crashes to the keys, and creates the most beautiful symphony as he pushes into your warmth.
Nothing too fast just a slow and determined thrust. His hands rubbing over your stomach as he creates a steady and deep pace. Thumb stimulating your clit, and it doesn’t take much, causing him to quit with his thumb, “You’re so sensitive, Dais. I don’t want you to cum to fast, sweetheart.”
Watching you as your body writhes around with pleasure. Unable to look at him because you’re so pleasured. “Relax. I’m giving you a massage,” he chuckles at you. Your hands move to your tits, groping and tweaking your nipples. “There ya go. We gotta do what we gotta do to to push you into labor, don’t we?”
“Yeah, we do. Gotta do whatever it takes.”
“Shh, you’re getting worked up again. I haven’t got to feel you long enough.”
Andy’s face gazes at you, wishing there wasn’t so much separating him from you, until he remembers who that someone is. Can almost imagine coming home to you with his baby in your arms. The thing he’s always dreamed of almost here.
“Andy…Andy,” your voice pants when he starts rutting into you. Becoming a mess right underneath him. Seeing Andy become animalistic suddenly, sets your body fire.
“Oh god, Andy!” you scream as you cum hard over him. Gripping tight to his forearms, while he continues his mission.
“Almost there,” he grunts, sweat beading around the perimeter of his face, and you have never seen him look more handsome. Throwing his head back, he growls, as his orgasm rushes through him. His thick cream coating your walls, and you sigh in relief.
“You look beautiful like that.”
Andy gives you a big wide grin, breath still staggered as he gulps for more air, “That’s the first time a woman has ever called me beautiful.”
“Get used to it. Because I’m no woman, I’m your Queen, and the mother of your son.”
“Our son.”
“No,” you whine at Bucky after he tells you that they have to go on a quick ‘thing’. And it pisses you off you’re being left with Nick. A thing. Just a thing. Even Andy told you not to worry your pretty little head.
“Just call if anything weird happens, go into labor, whatever. I’ll bring him right back. He’s got some loose ends to tie up, and then he’s done for at least a month.”
You know how childish you sound. But dammit, you don’t want Nick. “You’ll be fine. Winter is down for nap,” which only further irritates you. Nick isn’t as bad when Winter is there. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. Go on leave. Leave me here in my tower.”
“Daaaaaiiiisy,” Bucky draws out your nickname, he’s the only one who you can fully pout with. “If there is something wrong, we’ll listen. But you’ve got to tell us,” when the feet of Nick’s create shadows under your door, you know it’s time to quit.
“We’ll be fine. Just go. Hurry up.”
Bucky leaves, making Nick sling your door open, walking over to open the curtains to your bedroom, and you walk out leaving him. He can stay here all he wants. Going to the kitchen to prepare you and Winter a snack, but those stupid feet follow you.
You have a new tactic, just ignore him. Going to slice up some apples, but Nick walks too close behind you. Leaning on the counter, just in your peripheral vision. That arrogant smirk planted on him. “What do you want?”
“I am here to watch you, can’t I do my job?”
You roll your eyes, the careful cuts now turning into angry chops. Nick’s eyes look up and down your body, and he slides his hand over to you on the counter. Removing it just to rub on your belly. “You know, Andy used to always share what was his,” you drop the knife to the counter, and his body moves behind you. His hands going around your stomach. Flowing down until he’s cupping the bottom. You know you’re struggling to find air, but get so much relief when he lifts your belly up. Holding Ozzie’s weight in his hands. And for a moment you forget who is behind you. Laying your head back on his shoulder, and you take a deep inhale.
“You do know how to behave,” your body stiffens back up, and you look around for an escape. “Doesn’t appear to have worked.”
“What?” you ask looking at the knife, but Nick just side steps it out of your reach.
“He didn’t fuck you hard enough. I would have had you bent over in the kitchen, or even had you riding my cock. You did look really pretty on that piano. It’s kinda poetic because wasn’t that the first place Andy tasted you? Had you laid back while he feasted on that virgin cunt?”
“Nick, let me go.”
“Why? You know these conversations are for you and me. I know you’ve been keeping them secret.”
“Let me go.”
You stiffen up further when he sniffs up your neck, “You’re getting closer. Even your scent is changing,” you look for anything to grab, just wanting to get away from him.
“You telling me Bucky hasn’t tried to fuck you after seeing you with his daughter? He is such a sap and sucker for that shit. Or Steve? I bet him and Andy take turns with you don’t they? Or is it Sam? You like that big thick cock? Would he get your ass or your pussy? I had hoped you’d given me a taste by now. How about today is the day?” he presses an open mouth kiss on your neck, and you elbow him in the gut. His hands dropping your stomach immediately and you cry out as the weight crashes back down.
Seeing stars as you try to get away from him. His body rushing towards you, but you trip over your feet, crashing to the floor, and you scream out as pain lights up your body. “Stay away!” holding your stomach you begin crawling away. Putting as much distance between you and Nick as possible, leaving a trail of pink blood, and liquid.
“No,” you scream. Gripping tighter to your belly. Screaming for anyone that could hear you in the compound.
August comes rushing around the corner. Looking between you and Nick. Scooping you up bridal style, glaring at him, “Fucking call Andy you dumb idiot!”
Nick struggles to get his phone, when you look up at your savior, “He can’t be alone with her.”
“Who?”
“You know who. August, he can’t be alone.”
“Then you better start talking fast about what Nick did. I’ve got to get you to the infirmary,” his feet take you in the wrong direction. Further away from Winter than you desire.
“August. Get. Her. First,” your teeth clench, as another contraction runs through your body. Feeling dizzy with how quickly things transpired, but you need to know she’s safe.
“Dammit,” walking towards the rooms, he passes Luke, “Get Bruce to ready the infirmary. I’ve got to pick up our little secret.”
Luke doesn’t respond just starts off at a quick pace to get Bruce. “Could he not have got her?”
“She thinks you don’t know about her. She’ll need to see me.”
The poor girl gets a scare of her lifetime, Shadow and Aspen, too as they shoot up off the bed, “Daisy, I thought you forgot about us. Shadow slept so good in here. Oh! Is the prince coming?”
“Yeah,” sweat lines your brows as you try not to show how bad the pain is getting. “August hurry. Princess, I need you to follow us. Come on girls.”
August going as fast as he can to Bruce who is already setting things up. Pointing at the bed, for him to lay you down. “Uh, so we’re going to quit pretending that Bucky has a kid then?” Winter gives him a cute little wave. Both dogs flanking her.
“Has someone called Andy?”
“Already did, my Queen,” Luke brings over some water for you to drink, “they’re on their way, okay? He’s not going to wait on his daddy, so don’t think you can stop this labor. My wife couldn’t,” you offer him the best smile you can give him. “Walker, the girl and dogs need to go. They’re on their way. Bucky’s driving, so they’ll be here shortly.”
You wait until he leaves with her, before you grit down, using Luke’s hand to squeeze, but he just gives you words of affirmation while Bruce checks you. “Well, the good thing is, everything is okay.”
“The bad thing?” Luke asks for you, as you try and count your breaths through the contraction.
“I don’t know what happened, but this is going quick. Dais, you stressed?”
“Gimme the epidural!”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?” What?” Luke and you shout at him.
“You’re too far along,” you collapse on the bed begging for Andy. And both men try and calm you. “Daisy, what happened?”
“I fell,” you cry up at him. Gripping to Luke’s hand again. “Where’s Andy? I can’t have his baby if he’s here.”
“Ozzie isn’t going to wait.”
Andy rushes through the compound ignoring everyone until he barrels through the doors. Luke holds onto your hand while Bruce is shouting for you to push. “Andy!” you cry out, and he rushes to you. Pushing his lips up your forehead for a bruising kiss. “I couldn’t stop him,” you’re unsure if you’re talking about Ozzie or Nick at this point. The latter hadn’t been seen since you were brought down here.
“Come on, one more time, Dais, and we got us a Prince.”
Holding tight to Andy and Luke, you give your final push, and feel his body glide out. His cry goes straight to your heart and you were not sure how you could love him anymore than you did Winter, but it’s like a shot to your heart. Placing him on your chest you sob, not wanting to tear your eyes from him. “Andy he’s perfect.”
Andy gives a soft look to you fast asleep, his son still in his arms, when he sees his main players hanging out in the foyer. All except Nick. Winter snuggled up against Bucky’s chest, while both dogs are in the middle of the floor, “Shadow, Daisy,” the dog stands to walk into your room, where she lays down.
“Where Nick?” Andy asks looking amongst the men. No one chooses to answer, and he has to look down at his son, to calm himself. “Walker, what happened?”
“All I heard was screaming. I thought I first heard Nick grunt, and then the screaming got more intense.”
“What do you mean?”
The man looks up at Andy afraid of how he’s going to take this, “It went from being scared to being in pain. When I got there he was just staring at her. I had to get Winter, because she didn’t want him alone with her.”
“She said she fell,” Luke looks up at Andy shaking his head, “Man, I know he’s family.”
“The people in this room, and my wife are my family. What do you know?” Andy’s eyes fill with angry tears as he thinks back on all the times you begged him not to keep Nick with you.
“She might have fallen, but…you know my suspicions with him. He’s too handsey with her. Too close, and she’s tense. Walker was holding her, and she was leaned up against him. She leans away from Nick. Bruce had his hands up her vagina, I stayed with her the whole time, she’s fallen asleep on Bucky. Shang has carried her when she falls asleep in the living rim waiting for you. Sam gave her piggyback rides and laid in the bed with her when you were late. And hell, Steve helped her get dressed when you weren’t here, and the belly was in the way, why is Nick the problem?”
“She,” Andy’s face turns in disgust knowing just how you don’t have an issue with anyone but Nick. “She hasn’t said anything.”
“Andy,” Bucky says calmly, “she’s begged you not to leave him to guard her every time. That’s not an accident.”
“Pull the cameras from today. Wherever she was I want to see. And I’ll trap that mother fucker.”
Steve starts to shake his head no, “You’re putting her and the kids at risk.”
“I want him branded as a fucking traitor. I’ll have his skin so fucking scorched with a Spades brand, he won’t be recognizable. I want his lying ass tongue out of his goddamn mouth. She won’t ever fully be alone with Nick, does everyone understand? Someone will always be left behind. He will be trapped.”
“You should be celebrating,” Shang holds up a cigar. Even though the conversation doesn’t call for a celebration, the baby in Andy’s arms does. His head thrashes around, and he lets out a little whimper.
“Andy?” you whisper hearing your son wake. “Andy? Andy!?”
“Hey, hey,” he rushes in, a realization he needed. He isn’t sure what happened. But he knows Nick is the cause of it. Hearing your fear at him and the baby not being there, he hands over your son, who nuzzles around to latch on. “I’m here Daisy.”
Thinking you might not want to have the players in the room, he turns to send them away, “Andy, I want them to meet our son,” his head bows towards you, holding his hand out to invite everyone in.
“Everybody, I want you to meet, Ozul Andrew Barber, the Prince of Spades.”
Summary: things are getting tense with the Clubs. Where does loyalties lie?
Pairings: the Clubs
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, fingering, unprotected sex, misogyny, slut shaming, threats to kids, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.6K
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“What the fuck is your problem?” Ransom asks pushing past Ari, into his room. He shoves the bigger man down onto his bed, and Ari never fights back. “Do you remember what I told you?”
“I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about,” Ari answers. Standing up, he crosses the room, beginning to place his guns on the dresser.
“What the fuck were you pulling at the wedding?” Ransom’s arms spin Ari around to look at him. Even though Ari’s stature towers over him, Ransom never backs down.
“What I pulled?” Ari scoffs, shoving a shoulder into Ransom. “I wasn’t the one that got fucking engaged.”
“It wasn’t a real engagement.”
“She had a fucking ring on her finger. She said, yes,” Ransom rolls his eyes making his way to sit on the bed and gives it a little tap. “I’m good.”
“A basic CZ piece of shit. If Nicky was serious about the diamond, where’s the emerald queen’s ring? You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it,” Ari turns his back to him, but remains looking at Ransom’s reflection.
“He’s placating her. Her last solo mission, where she was told to stake out Kemp? Nicky pulled her back. She was supposed to kill him that day. She had a clear shot and what did Nicky do?”
“He pulled her away,” Ari whispers, finally spinning to look at Ransom.
“Yeah, she’s pretty sure he was talking to a Spade. And not just any fucking Spade, Nick Vaughan,” Ari shakes his head no. “You doubt her?”
“If she saw Nick Vaughan there, why not inform Andy? And what would Nick need to talk to Kemp about?” Ransom’s handsome face lifts up in a smile. “What?”
“You’re asking the right questions. We have our beautiful little deadly Princess, who very well could have killed Kemp then. Nicky wants him alive, but Kemp was talking to the Ace of Spades, and he wanted her out of there before she seen it. She did. He tried to deny her sex again, hoping she would beg and let slip what she knew.”
“God,” Ari’s hands go to his temples and he gives his head a tight squeeze, “None of it makes sense. Why should I even trust you? Like I have a choice. We’re trying to take down the King of Clubs, and what’s in it for you?”
“You know, you would think I would want more, right? I had the ability to become the Dealer, I don’t want to be the head of anything. I want there to be a semblance of peace. This constant back and forth between the suits is ridiculous. Kings playing against Kings, and we thought that Lloyd and Kemp was our problem. Gotta a fucking war brewing within the Diamonds, and then all this shit with us and the Spades, the only ones not fully participating is the Hearts. They have a loose screw though, too.”
“What does this have to do with me? I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m staying close to Nicky. I’m being neutral. I’m…”
Ransom slams a fist down on his bedside table glaring at him, “I told you not to get involved with her. I told you, she was a lot more delicate than she puts on. I told you her end goal is different from ours.”
“You didn’t fucking tell me she had a kid!”
“It was none of your goddamn business. She has a vendetta against Lloyd, and rightfully so. I told you not to fall for her. And now your some jealous puppy, because she’s doing what she’s supposed to be doing? She’s supposed to be in the bed with Nicky. She doesn’t sleep because she’s wondering where he is all hours of the night, because she thinks she’s not getting information.”
“I’m not,” Ari starts. He shakes his head rapidly, refusing to believe Ransom’s words. “I’m not in love with her.”
“Oh really, you fucking prick. You get all pissy if Nicky’s around. Keep throwing up the fact she’s ‘engaged’, instead of looking at her ring. That’s not the queen’s ring. Nicky doesn’t want to marry her. She is his weapon. She’s deadly, and he sleeps in the bed next to her. Do you realize how easy it would be for her to slit his throat?”
“Then why doesn’t she?” Ransom laughs maniacally. Throwing his head back as he clutches his stomach. “I’m glad this is funny.”
“Since you know about her kid, she doesn’t want to die. She’s doing this so she can be a mother. You’re a distraction. Because now she’s worried about making sure you don’t die. If she slit his throat, do you realize how many guards would be in here in five seconds. And we don’t fucking know where their allegiance lies,” Ari shakes his head again.
“You’re so stupid. Instead of worrying about getting in her fucking pants, maybe do your damn job.”
“If I wanted to get in her pants, I could have. That’s not what I want. It just…you’ve never?”
Ransom shrugs, unsure of how to answer that. His deep blue eyes turning away from Ari. “Shoulda guessed. Once a whore always a,” quickly Ransom has Ari’s body pushed up against the wall.
His teeth bared as he presses his forearm up against his neck, “Say it. And I’ll have you ended right now. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Yeah, we fucked. Once. She was still part of my talent, we were drunk, and it was disgusting the next morning. That woman is my best friend, and if I ever hear you degrade her, I will find a new King to rise up. I don’t care what the Dealer wants. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yeah, sorry,” Ransom drops his hand quickly, and he walks back to the door.
“Apologize. We need her for the plan, but I need her. I won’t have her distracted and get killed.”
You stand looking out your window, watching Nick conduct some form of business with Nick Vaughan, and it only gives you pause. You know who you saw that day, even if you’re withholding it from Nicky. There was something off in the way that he pulled you away from killing Kemp, and the one that Kemp was meeting with that day, is literally in your back yard.
Nick flicks his head up at you, saying something to Nicky, but you don’t falter. Standing tall, you glare at the outsider, but when Nicky turns back to look at you, giving you a wave, you put on that charm. Acting like everything was normal, and you were just looking out the window.
More time had been spent just looking and watching. Unsure of what information that Ransom was needing you to get, but still focusing on the task at hand. Couldn’t read lips, but if Nick was meeting with Kemp, it was not good.
You’re breathing picks up, realizing that Nick had access to Winter. Left to guard her and Andy’s Daisy. You back away from the window, needing to find Ransom, talk to him anything. With a quick look to see that Nicky and Nick were still talking you tap on your leg for Trigger and Gunner to join you.
The two dogs flank you as you search for Ransom. Your body trembling and he was the only one who could soothe you right now. Rounding a corner you hear Trigger get a low growl, but it isn’t until you run into Ari, that you know why they’re in defense mode.
“Hey, I was looking to find you,” he says softly, his hands grip your wrists, and you don’t have time for him.
“I can’t talk right now. I need Ransom.”
His crystal blue eyes look over your face, and he notices the small sign of distress. Usually only Ransom notices these things. Gunner gives him a warning bark, biting at the air before Ari drops you wrists.
“I wanted to apologize.”
“Ari,” your hand moves to his chest, and you want to sink on him. Become the small and scared child that you have felt like for the past five years. “I can’t right now. I really need to see Ransom.”
“What’s wrong?” your sight moves all over his face, unsure if you can tell him this. Needing some reassurance and guidance from your constant. “You can trust me. I’m in with Ransom.”
“Nick Vaughan is here talking to Nicky, and…I need,” you whisper out, but you know he doesn’t get it.
“We gotta find,” his voice pauses when Nicky’s shadow looms into the background. “Nicky,” Ari says confidently. “She was looking for you.”
“No she wasn’t,” he steps behind you, his hands firmly on your hips, while he glares up at Ari. “Princess knew exactly where I was. I had a meeting with the Spade’s Ace. Securing our alliance with them. I just needed Nick to understand the severity in Steve Kemp. We all know that Lloyd is unpredictable, but he wants full domination. That won’t happen with a Diamond.”
His fingers dig into your skin, and he pulls you flush with his body with a hard force. You try to get Ari to tell Ransom what you had just said. “It’s time for the Clubs to have more power. Don’t you think so, Ace? It would do you some good to remember your place. Princess, you and I need to have a little chat.”
He grips tightly to the back of your head, nails digging into your scalp as he angrily leads you to your bedroom. You try not to fight it. Fighting always makes things worse. With the first bark from Trigger, Nicky buries his face in your neck, “You call those fucking animals off me right now, or I’ll make sure you never see Winter again.”
Ari nearly sprints to Ransom; needing to tell them the piece of information that you were given. Opening up his bedroom, and when he’s not there, he knows exactly where he’ll be.
Running into the shooting range, Ransom rounds his gun on Ari’s chest, before he throws off his glasses. “That’s a good way to get killed.”
“Nick Vaughan was here.”
“That’s impossible,” Ransom whispers, shaking his head.
“She saw him. She was coming to find you. Nicky was meeting him out in the open.”
“Mother fucker,” Ransom goes to the adjoining room, gathering up a few guns, tossing one to Ari.
“What?”
“Remember what I told you? She saw Nick meeting with Kemp. It’s not a coincidence. And, ahh shit,” he slams his fist on a table, picking up a few weapons for yourself. “Nick guards Winter and the Queen of Spades. I need to get a message to Andy. Where is she?”
“Nicky saw her with me,” Ransom’s face turns into a scowl, looking through the door, and worried about what he could be doing to you. “We were just talking. She had to call the dogs off.”
“I hate those fuckers, but I like them with her. Dammit. We’re on standby. We need to wait on her say so, but I need to tell Andy about Nick.”
“Princess,” Nicky backs you into a table, spinning your body around, his hands roam over you. He removes all of your weapons before he places his hands down your pants.
His fingers softly stimulating your clit. Leaning over, he gives gentle open mouth kisses to your neck, “I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I? Got a prime cunt in my bedroom. Someone who can ride a dick like no other. She doesn’t even care where you put it, because she’s a greedy little bitch.”
“Nicky,” your voice grunts out. Refusing to find any pleasure in his taunting voice. “What’re you doing?”
“Treating you like the whore you are. What did you see today?”
“Nothing,” you answer quickly. He pinches your clit and laughs when you yelp. Your body backing up to him even more.
“I know you saw Nick Vaughan. You not curious to know how I know about your little accident, Winter?” you don’t want to react, but when you let out a growl, your dogs barking and almost foaming at Nicky, he grips your cheeks with his free hand. “Call them down, before I shoot.”
“Nein,” you try and make your voice calm. “Platz,” and the both of you watch the dogs settle, but their eyes stay on you.
“Got rid of the baby, huh? Failed to mention you left her with her traitorous father, James Barnes.”
“Please, just leave her out of this. She’s a baby.”
“I’ll leave her, the Queen, and Andy’s unborn son out of this, if you keep your fucking mouth closed. If a hair is harmed on Nick’s head, I’ll make you watch all three take their last breath.”
“Nicky, please. They’re not…what do you want?”
His fingers continue to work over your bundle of nerves, before sliding down. Easing over your slit. Gathering up your slick that he’s forced out of you, before entering two fingers. “I want you and your meddlesome ways to trust me. What did you see?”
“Nothing!”
With a growl Nicky pulls down your pants, and gives your ass a smack. Pushing your body completely flat on the table, while he frees his cock. Nicky lines himself up, and chuckles at your helpless body, “I’m going to ask you again, what did you see?”
“I didn’t see anything,” he slams his girth in your waiting cunt, beginning to harshly rut into you.
“Stop lying!”
“I didn’t. Nicky, I didn’t see anything.”
“You fucking bitch,” he screams giving you another swat to your ass. “What did you tell Ari?”
“Nothing. I was looking for Ransom,” he’s relentless in pounding into you. Hand softly around your throat despite his brutal thrusts.
“What did you need to tell your precious Ransom? Hmm? You gonna tell your king? Your future husband. What has he done for you? Keep your daughter hidden from me? What would happen if Lloyd knew where she was?”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare hurt her. Please!” Nick gives you an even evil grin, still stabbing into you, and you hate it. You hate him. “I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl. You gonna cum for me?” you have no desire for anything but to get him off of you. “I’m going on a trip, and you’re gonna keep your pretty cock sucking mouth closed.”
His fingers connect to your clit, creating tight little circles, loving that you clench around him despite the hatred you feel for him. “Steve Kemp dies tonight. We’re getting our war.”
You stumble out of your bedroom, the dogs following behind you whimpering and whining looking up at you, as you go to Ransom. Seeing him opening his door, you fall into his arms, and he lifts your head back to see your face.
Ari rushes over to your side as well, “Princess, what’s wrong?”
“Ran, he knows about Winter. He threatened to have her and the baby killed.”
Ransom calmly moves his hands around your face. “You didn’t tell Andy did you? Ransom! Did you?”
“What does Nick want?”
“They’re killing Steve Kemp. They’re gonna blame it on Bunny,” Ari pulls your body off of Ransom’s, walking you over to the bed. “Did you tell Andy? Sh-sh-she told me that Nick watches her and Winter.”
“The queen is in labor,” his cold dark eyes look over to Ari.
“Don’t tell them yet. We find their end game. She doesn’t like Nick. Maybe he’s not with her and Winter anymore.”
The three of you look amongst each other, but you’re just terrified. “Call Jake Jensen. He needs all of us armed.”
Warnings: explicit language, death/beheading, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.8K
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“Where is she?” Jefferson shouts at the man tied up on the chair. His eyes roll up to meet the crazed King of Hearts, and he just laughs sputtering out blood.
“You know exactly where she is. Nothing but a whore for the Diamonds,” Jefferson’s ringed fingers connect to his face as he backhands his captor. “You fucking bitch.”
Before Jefferson can react a whoosh of air cuts through the dark room, and he watches the captors head roll to the floor. His annoyed face stares into the darkness as his wife, dressed in a skintight white dress emerges from the darkness. You look at your husband with a mischievous grin, and then down to your blood spattered dress. “He got me all bloody,” your voice whines as you pout up at him.
“Why would you just cut his head off?”
“Why would he call you a bitch?” you ask, eyebrows raised. Feigning boredom you check your nails. “It’s like I have to do all the work around here.”
“But what did you do that for?”
You stomp your foot, and let out a pitiful growl that only makes Jefferson give you that crooked grin. “He insulted my king. I protect my king from the bad men.”
“I was interrogating him, and now I can’t,” he kicks at the head, and sighs. “They all insult me, Bunny. That’s what they do.”
“Fine,” crossing your arms, you turn away from him. “Next time, I’ll let Bill bite them, and his venom can seep through their veins slowly. Causing such excruciating pain, making them either go into shock, or they have a heart attack.”
“That’s all I ask. I can’t talk to him now, because his head is creepily staring at me from the floor. Could you at least turn it around,” rolling your eyes you walk over to grab him up by his hair, turning the head to look at the wall. “Better. Now, my beautiful Queen, what was it that you came down here for?”
“You were purposefully keeping me away from this interrogation, and I was coming to tell you that there’s a pistol missing. I can’t be sure how long it’s been gone, but...it’s hers, the ornate rose one.”
Jefferson furrows his brows, looking up to the ceiling, “She was armed. That prick said she was in Diamond territory. Called her a whore, you don’t suppose...”
“The Ghost has returned.”
Jefferson lets out an exasperated sigh, walking closer to you, before resting his head on your shoulder. His thumb roams over the blood spatter on your dress, and those crystal blue eyes look up at you. The blood soaked thumb goes to your neck, where the Q and red heart reside, and he paints the blood on your soft skin. “How many is that?”
“Too many. I don’t count them anymore, my Raspberry Scone.”
Kissing your lips gently, he bites along the bottom one. Those eyes looking at you through his silky lashes. “How wet are you?”
“Soaked.”
Jefferson’s long fingers go to pull up your dress, a bit difficult going over the swell of your ass with how tight it is. Moaning when his hands feel your slick coated thighs, and you go to push him to the floor. Freeing his beautiful cock, before taking your rightful place, and your favorite throne.
Slowly working yourself over him, and he just stares up at you like your the most beautiful and precious work of art he owns. His hands gripping firmly to your hips as you bounce on him. Both of you getting your frustrations out on the pitiful bit of information you got from a lowlife Diamond pawn. Most definitely sent to feed you that on purpose.
Lloyd and his Ace, Steve Kemp, feed off the chaos. Wanting the suits to crumble, so there is only one king left. Loathes the truce that you have with the Spades, and even more so that the Diamonds are not the top suit.
“Bunny, how are you so viscous and still so soft?”
“Only for you Doormouse,” Jefferson shakes his head up at you, “Don’t like that one?”
“Makes me sound...”
“Oh! I just had a great idea,” a lightbulb going off in your head, you pull out your phone from between your tits, leaving his hands to greedily pull down your top. Still sinking and rising over him, you dial up your most favorite person to torture. While Jefferson kneads your bouncing chest.
“No!” he shouts from the other line. “My god, you’re panting. Please, tell me you’re not fucking the king when your devious little mind went to work,” with a whimper, you put him on speaker, and he rolls his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I have the best idea.”
“You’re kidding me right? Go on. Tell me your idea as the King’s cock is being sucked into that pretty pussy.”
“What the fuck do you know about her pussy, Jensen?” Jefferson shouts, those fingers dig into your hips, and you throw your head back mewling.
“I-I-I-I know nothing, Jefferson. She’s just always fucking you so.”
“We don’t fuck,” softening his hold, he moves to pet at your face, cupping your cheek, when he brings you do for a sweet kiss. “We make sweet passionate love.”
“What’s your idea Bunny?” Jensen’s voice is dry and monotone, ready to hear your grand idea while you still moan over Jefferson.
“I want claws. I want to slowly scratch their weak skin, and see their blood trickle out. Yes,” you grind down hard on Jefferson, when he slaps at your exposed tits. “Yes...oh god, yes, like...like talons. Oh my god yes! Make them look like Bill’s claws. I will be...fuck, Jeppy. I’ll be the Monster!”
“You’re totally getting off on torturing someone aren’t you?” when you scream out, Jensen pinches the bridge of the nose, thankful he didn’t live in the Heart compound. “Yeah, you are.”
“Yes, and and...shit. I want them on my nails.”
“That’s usually how claws work.”
“Yes, baby my fucking god, you feel so good! I want to slit their pathetic throat with my finger, and watch their clothes be covered in crimson!”
“Seek professional help and let me go before you cum.”
“Too...too...fuck yes! Too late. Bye. I still gotta make him cum. But you can come by the compound, and show me the prototypes. Backdoor will be open for you.”
“Your ass?”
“I’ll shove her stiletto heel up yours!” Jefferson shouts, pushing the phone off his stomach. Twisting the two of you around, he pumps into you vigorously. Those steel eyes that’s usually full of menacing authority, is nothing but pure love looking at his Bunny.
Shoving his hand against the wall, he gives himself a different angle, and you bite at your lip, “Don’t you fucking dare hold back.”
You grab at his ass, to push him even deeper inside of you when the door opens, “Is this all you two fucking do? My god at the mess! Bunny, what part of don’t off with their heads do you not understand?”
“I killed a man.”
“Clearly. I see his damn remains on the floor, that I have to clean up. Is the King at least making you see stars?”
“Johnny!” Jefferson grunts into you, causing you to yelp at the hard thrust. “Get the fuck out of here, before you see something besides my ass, with her scratches on them.”
“Something, isn’t right with you two.”
“But you love me anyways, Johnny. Don’t deny it.”
“If I don’t deny it, you’ll either have my head, or he’ll have my balls, and wear them as a necklace, sweet cheeks,” with another grunt from Jefferson, Johnny leaves muttering expletives walking at the door. His agitated hand palming his hardening cock.
“Can you at least pay that sweet dancer to give him a little show tonight?”
“Done.”
“Jeppy?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you Tea Cakes. Ooh, I like that one. What do you think?” you try to smile sweetly up at him, but your face contorts into pure pleasure, and he slams his hips into you harder.
“I think I’m about to cum.”
“Oh! Do it baby, give me that sweet cream. Put that cream in my tea cup,” his voice growls out as you feel the heat of his spend feel you up, before he collapses on your chest. “You did such a good job baby. You sure showed me who the King was.”
“Did you really just refer to your pussy as a tea cup?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Call up the boys. We have a meeting, and later, I’ll drink from that tea cup.”
You give him a satisfied smile, shimmying your body under him. “Do I get to cockwarm you during this meeting?”
“No.”
“But Rabbit.”
“No. I’ll put you to sleep while cockwarming me.”
“Fine.”
You look around the table, tapping those long fingers on the glossy wood. Annoyed that you can’t even sit in his lap, but he told you how fortunate you were to be treated as his equal. Most of the queens weren’t privy to these meetings. To which you could only roll your eyes.
“Still in here, Bunny?” Mickey gives you a wink sitting down. “I heard the king took you for a ride.”
“What the king and I do, is none of your concern,” you watch as the new face of Willard Russell sits to the right of Mickey. Much too high of a rank in the Hearts you think. But then again, you weren’t very trusting.
"It seems the Spade’s king has chosen his bride, and they’re upping the wedding,” Jefferson begins. Johnny lets out a giggle, and rounds out his belly. “There’s no doubt that Andy will not hesitate to breed her, as is his duty to his suit.”
“Why’s she here then?” Russell takes a deep draw of his cigarette, and slowly lets the exhale steam off of him. “Isn’t her place in the bed.”
“Her place, is where ever the hell I please,” a wetness pools in your core at Jefferson’s assertiveness towards you.
“She’s the only rightful queen. You two are the only ones married, and yet, she hasn’t produced an heir.”
“If you speak out of turn again, you’ll be reduced to a fucking pawn. My Queen, my business. She’s a million times the fighter you’ll ever be. Just remember that, Bishop,” Jefferson takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Stewing at the outburst, and clearly thinking about who he could replace Russell with. “Have we found the girl?”
“No,” Mickey answers quickly. “Maybe there is no girl.”
You turn and gawk at him. Grabbing the remote that sits in Jefferson’s lap to turn on a video. “How the fuck does a pregnant porn star go missing? And where the fuck is her child? Do you know who was running that studio at the time?”
“What’s so important about this child?” Russell dares to speak again.
“Well, it’s not the child, but who is the father, and why did Lloyd find it so important to keep the actress? Make her work far into her pregnancy? Say what you will about Drysdale, but when he ran that studio, the talent was respected and taken care of. Lloyd exploited the girl, until she vanished. No one knows where she is, where the child is, or who the father is.”
“She’s a porn star.”
“She’s a fucking human being,” Jefferson pounds his fist on the table. “Get out of this meeting. I will not further discuss this in front of you. The next time you make me scream, Bill gets to bite you,” scooting his chair back loudly, Russell stands to stomp out of the room. Jefferson waits until the door slams closed behind Russell. His eyes looking between everyone remaining at the table. “Is there anyone else that wants to speak out of turn?”
Everyone shakes their head no, leaning closer to the table to listen, “Barber will have his wedding. Whether his queen is already pregnant, is none of my concern. The wedding will be a small affair, and only myself, Bunny, Storm, and Henry are in attendance. Another thing on the list...”
“The Ghost has returned,” Johnny says quietly looking at Jefferson. “If anyone knows where she’s at it would be him.”
“When Curtis left, they weren’t speaking. He left her, and that’s...she made herself vulnerable, but her pistol is missing from the armory.”
“Who’s the Ghost now?” Mickey asks. “Jefferson, I know you miss your sister, but starting a war over a possible dead girl isn’t the way. Why don’t, one of us make contact with Curtis and see what he knows? He loved her. He had his reasons for leaving.”
“If he didn’t leave, we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess. He came back to pure chaos, because of Lloyd being in charge. A stolen throne for a crazed killer who wants full power. Barber is keeping his future queen locked up. She only barely escaped Lloyd’s and Steve’s clutches. Barber wants to create his future king, he’s weakened by her, and every suit knows it.”
“And we will be there. The Dealer and the Joker want things back to the way they were. We all have our territories, and a few of us are getting greedy,” your king’s hand slides over the table, and toys with your red ring, before holding your hand. “I don’t have to be the high king. I know my place, and I’m satisfied with what we have. It’s been brought to my attention, that we can longer trust everything we see and hear. There’s a child that vanishes, along with her mother, and my sister. Are we seeing a pattern here?”
“Other than you and Barber,” you begin, raising his hand up, to kiss over his blood red Queen of Hearts tattoo on his ring finger. “Maybe the Clubs and Diamonds are hiding more than their loyalty. Maybe it’s time to get The Joker involved.”
“No,” Johnny shakes his head. “The Joker is a wild card, along with his brother. They barely have loyalty to one another, and you think they’re going to fix our problem? This is a suit problem. Leave those two out of it. You think Lloyd wants chaos, just get the Joker involved. Lo...”
“Lloyd wants power. He thinks chaos will get him power. Why do you think he went behind Barber, and made a deal with Barber’s queens parents?” everyone looks at your stunned. “You men, can be so stupid. You don’t find it odd that her parents got out of debt that quickly? Andy admitted that he only paid for half of their debt for the girl, and it would get her father off the hit list. And then Andy’s Daisy goes missing, and their out of debt completely? Packed up shop and didn’t care that their daughter was being used as a sex toy by Lloyd. Andy has always loved that girl. He got caught in his own fucking mess. I told you a long time ago not to trust Lloyd. He’s worse than a fucking snake. You don’t rise to power that quickly. How do you think he got there? Stole that throne. It doesn’t belong to him. Not anymore.”
“You have no idea if he wants the throne,” Jefferson sighs.
“He did with your sister.”
Jefferson crawls up the bed, hovering over you as he gazes at your beautiful face, “It bothered you, didn’t it?”
“Baby, I’m tired.”
"You can call me Doormouse,” you turn your head to the side not looking at him. His lips start to kiss down your body, stopping on your barren womb. “We can go to...”
“No,” your eyes flutter close, and he looks back up at you. “Don’t pity me. Don’t pity us. I told you a long time ago, that I accepted the fact that a shot to the stomach...Jefferson, I don’t want to do this right now. I’m tired.”
“He didn’t know what he was talking about,” Jefferson comes back up to your face, and kisses away your tears. “You were protecting your father.”
“And I failed."
“You were a child.”
“I was eighteen. I made a choice, and it was to jump in front of that bullet,” your hand goes to the necklace that never comes off of you. Almost a second part of you. The bullet that was removed from your stomach, causing you and Jefferson problems to come. “What’s on it Jefferson?”
“A Club.”
“There’s a rat in our midst. It’s supposed to be four suits working together. Not three against one, but that bullet...it’s two against two. We can’t keep playing these fucking games. We’ll kill each other off one by one. We can’t...”
“We need answers. Give it time. The pieces are coming together nicely. I’ve got a meeting soon with Drysdale, the Jack of Clubs. I’ll be asking,” you start to speak up, but he puts a finger over your mouth. “It’s a meeting with just us two. I can’t have you there.”
“I don’t like you going alone.”
"Put Bill on a leash. Nothing is what it seems, my love. My heart. My Queen of Hearts. You did so well. We’re getting closer to taking down Lloyd and Steve, even more close now,” his lips pepper up against your skin. You melt into his embrace. So soft and caring. “If you don’t give me a child, I’ll still love you. You know that, right?”
Summary: you and Andy finally talk about that night
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of toy play, mentions of overstimulation, date rape, cheating, implied non con, branding, death of a minor character, imprisonment, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.6K
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Before leaving the safety of the Spades, you had been scared. Pissed off that your parents could just sell you off like property. The first weeks of living with Andy were spent stomping around and screaming at him.
Sometimes he was calm and patient. Other times he was grabbing your neck and pushing you up against the wall. “I’m getting tired of your fucking attitude, Daze,” his nose tickles at your neck, and when he feels your body go weak, he turns to look at you. His stature thick and looming over yours, and he just grins looking at you. “What was that?”
“Let me go!”
“You, my sweet Daisy, got a bit of an authority kink. Is that what this is? You’re playing the little brat, so your king can yell at you,” with a denying shake of your head, his hand quickly goes up your skirt, and pushes aside your panties. “Lie to me again.”
You can’t even look at him. Refusing to give him what he needs, “Fucking lie to me again, you little bitch,” you whimper, and your hips jolt forward. Baring down on this thick ringed fingers, and you’re not sure why, but you want more. Andy only laughs, pulling his fingers out of your core. “I know you’re a virgin, but do you understand arousal?” he spreads his fingers, and a long string of your slick connects them.
“You see this? You like making me angry. Daisy, I’m not a patient man. I’m being very patient and generous with you. Playing your little games with you, hold you at night when you cry, and still you don’t trust me.”
“Why me?” finally you meet those dark blue eyes in front of you, and his face softens a bit. “There’s other girls in your territory, why me?”
“Daisy…”
“Stop call me that! It’s not my name!”
“Would you rather me call you by your name? Sweet Daisy girl,” you don’t know how he does it, but he always makes things a bit difficult to stand. He notices every change in your demeanor. “You don’t. You like that sweet name. Do you remember me coming into that flower shop, and you were making an arrangements of daisies? You were beautiful. And I wanted you. Needed to know everything about you. Your dad was really quick to sell you. Do you know why? He’s got an addiction to cards,” you give him a nod because it isn’t something you didn’t know. “You taught yourself to count cards to get him out of debt didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. He can’t…can’t help it. Andy let me go.”
He softens his grip, but still he holds on. “He was in deep. It was him who offered you up. Saw how I came as often as possible. Could tell I only liked dealing with you. Could see that coy little smile you gave me every time I came in. Deny it,” he waits for you, but all you can do is shake your head no. “When did you notice my marks?”
“I knew you were Spade,” your voice whispers out. “You wanted me to see you were the King.”
“Did my power entice you or scare you?”
“Both,” Andy clicks his tongue, his face moves closer to you, and with slow methodical breaths he blows on your neck, giving you the softest of open mouth kisses. Unable to do anything but let your body react, you whimper. Your hips jolt forward, and he catches them.
Placing a leg in between your own, he coaxes you to grind over his thigh. “I can make you feel so good, Daisy. People will fear you because you’re mine.”
He chuckles at your soft little moans. Trying to pretend that he doesn’t have this unexplainable hold over you. Making yourself believe that you don’t want him. And had this been under different circumstances, you might want him. Andy believing that he can own you just pisses you off. But the way his mouth moves on you. His hands so strong and large, but gentle with you. Even the sound of his voice when he speaks to you. The perfect combination to bring you to your knees, and you hate it.
“I’m giving you time to adjust to being my queen. Have I touched you in our bed? Forced you into submission and made you take my cock?”
“No,” your voice so weak and needy.
“You want me to, don’t you?” you don’t have to answer with your eyes blown wide with lust, he knows. “I’ll save my cock for this pretty pussy for our wedding night. But,” his lips kiss all over your neckline, and your breath comes out only as pants. You reach towards his arms, and grip tightly. Mewling out a thanks towards him, you start to see stars. Your tummy heats up, and you nearly collapse on him.
“Andy,” there’s nothing left to do but bury your face down on his chest. Embarrassed by how easy he’s able to get to you, “Jefferson and the Queen are here to see you,” while Bucky can’t hide the amuse in his voice, you’re disgusted by it.
Andy pulls you back to look into your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We’ll try something different tonight in our bed. Keep trying to tell me, you don’t want me Daze. We’ll be good. You’ll be protected, where no one can hurt you again. And we’ll have us a pack of kids running around this big compound. Stay with Bucky.”
“Boss,” Andy’s head jerks around looking at him. “I can’t today, I need to be…elsewhere.”
“Right,” Andy pulls back fully, adjusting your clothes, and straightening you back up. “Take her to Steve, and you take as long as you need. Let her know, I’ll be by before supper,” with a wink Andy is gone. Leaving you to look anywhere but in Bucky’s eyes.
“He’s not a bad guy. He does care about you. There could be worse suits for you to end up in. The Diamonds for instance,” with a flick of his head, you choose to follow him. Bucky could outrun you without even trying, so you know better now.
“Who are you going to see?”
He turns back with an almost sinister smile, “Don’t worry. All us suits have our secrets. Some are better left that way. Protection for both parties.”
You had begun to trust Andy. Looked forward to him walking through your bedroom door. Even started smiling when he would walk in. Enjoyed undressing him because it meant he would let you sit and talk with him while he showered.
He had warned you, he couldn’t handle you in there with him, because he wouldn’t be able to wait. Even if he was tired, and just wanted to hold you, it was nice. The mornings were spent giggly, and even running through the compound chasing each other. Putting down all your walls with Andy.
Until the night he didn’t come into your bedroom. Woke up without him there, and waited, but getting tired of waiting. Walking around the compound in search of him, only to see him thrusting into another woman. You only get a glimpse at her face, and a smile before you run away. Ignoring Andy’s call for you. He had lied. He made promises that were clearly just meant to settle you for the time. You should have known not to trust a king because he would always have his whores.
Andy’s body looms over yours as he crashes his hips into your own, and you get a flash back to that night. Emotions course through your body, and you push at his chest. “Andy stop,” your voice whispers out. But he doesn’t quit.
“Andy stop it! Get off,” angrily he pulls out of you, but he remains over your body. “Let me go!”
“What the fuck has gotten into Daze,” his hand pets over your belly, so convinced you’re already pregnant, but you swat him away. Grabbing ahold of your wrist, you see the Andy that everyone fears. “What the fuck? You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“You lied.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did. You said you would wait for me,” unable to look at him anymore, but he still won’t move, you turn your head away. “Was I not good enough? I-I-I tried, but…I wasn’t ready. I was getting closer. I wasn’t worth it to you.”
“Oh, Daisy,” his hand smooths over your face, and he presses soft and gentle kisses all over your face. “You didn’t see what you think you saw.”
“Andy, she…looked like me, and…and, and you were…she was getting what was supposed to be mine. You were supposed to be mine, and I was yours. But you…you lied. And because I’m the woman, I have to forgive you.”
Andy sighs, shaking his head. Finally rolling off you to sit up, “That’s not exactly how things happened,” his hands run over his face, and he’s unsure if he really wants to get into this with you.
“Andy,” you sit up on yourself, pulling the sheets around your body, “Andy, look at me,” when those dark blue eyes turn to look at you, it’s enough of this. Enough of the secrecy and the lies. “If I am to do my duty as a queen and your wife, you have got to be honest with me. I will not be a wife that lays waiting in your bed, ready to spread her legs while you try to knock me up.”
“Is that all you think this is? We were good. And then you run off and left me. I was trying to protect you!” that anger rises in his voice, but it no longer scared you like it did before.
“You wanted to get your fucking dick wet. I want the truth. Stop with this suit bull shit! I can’t handle all the lies. You know what I found today, when you left?” he raises an eyebrow up at you. “A dog that I’ve never seen, and a little girl’s room. Decorated to perfection. Andy I’m not even pregnant and your decorating rooms for our unborn children. That night I left when you were fucking her…”
“Now, that’s about enough of that. You will hold your goddamn tongue when you talk to me. I told you that’s not exactly how things happened, so that’s enough,” rolling your eyes you go to get out of bed, only to have him push you down on the mattress. “I could do it you know. I don’t have to show you the niceness I do. I could break you down, to where your job is just to be a nice wet place for me to land.”
“Then do it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me exactly what happened then.”
Andy stares at your sleeping form on his bed. The both of you growing restless of trying to wait left him to try and make you cum over and over again. Whether it was his mouth buried deep in your cunt, sucking and biting at your bundle of nerves or him making you grind over the Sybian, with Andy controlling everything.
He had praised you when you just kept going. Making a mess all over the toy, and he couldn’t wait for you to make a mess all over him. It wasn’t long until, you would be his completely.
“Andy,” Steve says behind him. “They’re here.”
Andy nods, closing the door. He hates these meetings. “Are you going to watch her?”
“I’ve got another door, that I need to guard. You said you wouldn’t have any other suit in the compound. You know how she wanders throughout the compound,” Andy agrees with Steve, that he has other places he needs to be to stop the wandering. “She’s asleep, and judging by that toy that’s in the floor, she’ll be there for awhile. Stick Walker in the hallway. She’ll be fine.”
While Andy doesn’t like it, he feels it’s his best option. He goes down into the meeting. A few glasses of scotch, has him oddly feeling loopy. He blinks his eyes a couple of times and dismisses the meeting wandering into his study to sit down away from the noise a minute.
Andy’s hand rubs over his brow when the woman walks in. Sauntering into his office and closing the door, but not all the way. Hoping that you will see her with your fiancé. “Andy,” she whispers and his head pops up so quickly. “I’m here to serve my king.”
Andy’s eyes flutter closed slowly as he tries to look at the woman. She was sent for a very specific reason. Close enough to your look, and with the added drug to Andy’s scotch, it’s enough. “No, we’re not married.”
She scoffs at how traditional the two of you are trying to be. So ridiculous. With a man as powerful and attractive as Andy, she would have him every night. “No one has to know,” she tells him, sitting in his lap, and running her fingers over his chest. Sliding down to his pants but he grabs her hand.
“I said no.”
“Feel me,” she pulls his hand to her wet heat and Andy’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “I need it. You’ve left me wanting…”
Picking her up, he sets her on his desk. Kissing up her legs gently, because he’s convinced in his drug addled state, that it is you. Starting to slide her panties off only to realize, she’s bare underneath, that should been his first warning.
Hastily he frees his cock, before sinking in slowly, you don’t cry out at the stretch, or become overwhelmed, but just sigh under him. Red flag number two.
When he thrusts into you slowly, but you beg for him to go harder, he should have completely knew. Andy was too far gone. Too into the moment, and almost making believe that it was you underneath him.
All it took was Walker to leave his post for one moment. A lie that he was being beckoned elsewhere, and it left you vulnerable. Waking up to a cold and empty bed, you look outside the door, only to see that no one is standing guard.
You had remembered there was to be a meeting with the Clubs, and there was no protection for you. Figuring that they had all left, you went to fetch Andy from his study, to inform him it was time for bed.
The compound being too quiet you hear Andy’s grunts, and worse the moaning coming from someone that isn’t you.
Barely pushing the door open, you see the man before you. The man that promised you his loyalty, and he couldn’t make it to his wedding night. Her face turns, and gives you a wicked grin, and Andy coming to with your strained cry. Looking behind him at your distressed figure, he screams your name, only to have you run.
“You better finish the fucking job,” the girl yelps grabbing tightly to Andy.
He looks down at the woman with disgust. Ripping down her shirt to see the exposed Diamond tattoo, but with an odd bit of black in the mix. “You fucking whore.”
“I can always be your whore. You already have your perfect wifey.”
“Nothing but a lying snake. Do you know what I do to liars?”
“Make me gag on your cock?” she asks him, giggling at his predicament.
“If it’s my cock you want, that’s what you get,” pulling himself out of her he flips her body over, and starts pounding into her relentlessly. His hand rubs harshly on her clit, and just when he feels her walls flutter around him, he pulls out and spits on her back. “Now you know what it’s like to be fucked by a real king. Tell Lloyd we’ll be coming for him, since he wants to plant lying sluts in my compound. I won’t even bother asking you why you’re here.”
“He’s not scared of you. He just wants that pretty little thing you keep in your bedroom.”
“Why?!” Andy shouts, tucking himself back in his pants. At the yelling Bucky and Luke walk through the doors. Andy back hands the girl and pulls her up to face him.
“He’s found your weakness,” she laughs up at him, and he looks at the odd tattoo on her chest. “Figured it out yet?”
“Brand her a liar,” Andy grunts out walking away. “I want Walker to go with me, to find her, since he let her escape.”
“She’s gone Andy,” the girl says, fear escaping her mouth, when she looks at Luke. His menacing body walking over to the fireplace, and grabbing a poker to hold in the fire.
“What?” Andy turns around to look at her.
“Don’t do it, and I’ll tell you everything.”
“Andy,” Luke growls, pulling the poker out and walking towards her. “You show mercy, and you lose your power. If she’s gone, we’ll find her.”
“Lloyd will destroy her,” the girl says before the poker is pressed against her neck. Her voice echoes through the compound, and tears coat her face. “I hope it was worth it,” Luke spits down on her body.
Bucky spins around, when he hears that tiny voice. “Take care of that,” Andy points to Bucky, who whispers out his thanks. “Luke, let’s take this trash back to her territory. Maybe Lloyd will give you a warm welcome home.”
“There, there,” Lloyd says, holding you close to his body. “All men are pigs. I’ll protect you from Andy though.”
“Lloyd, he’s…” the girl from earlier in the night walks in. Her neck disgusting bloody and marred as she walks in.
“You bitch!” you scream. Just as quickly, Lloyd lifts his gun and shoots her directly in between her eyes, and her body falls down with a bang. You scream at the suddenness of everything, backing away from Lloyd, and he lifts you up to look at him.
“She hurt you, so I killed her,” holding you tightly you look at her body, trying to decipher the mark on her neck. And then you see it, a spade with three swords running through it.
“What’s wrong with her neck?”
“It’s what we do to traitors. She was in Spade territory. Don’t worry about it,” you almost regret letting him touch you. Much less following him into his car, because you needed a quick getaway. Finding yourself right in the territory you were warned about.
“You hungry?” Lloyd’s right hand man walks in looking at the body. “I just cooked dinner.”
“Real food or your shit?”
“Real food,” he licks his lips looking at you. “You smell it? Fear,” he walks closer to you, his hand rubs along your face. “Andy hasn’t used you,” Lloyd jerks you back, and gives you a smirk.
“Oh she’s scared all right. Tell me, why hasn’t Andy taken what’s his?” Lloyd’s hands grip tighter to you, the more you try to get away. “Ahh, Andy is a big softie, huh? You’re…you are. You’re a virgin,” Lloyd gives you a deplorable laugh and presses you up against his swelling crotch. “Shoulda stayed with Andy. Steve, brings the chains. She’s not going anywhere until she learns to take me.”
“Please, don’t,” you cry, and the two men laugh at you. “Please…”
“Shoulda stayed with Andy. I really don’t care about what you want. I just like hurting the king.”
“You don’t find it odd,” Andy’s fingers pet around your face as you recollect your account of that night. “Where was he at?”
“Right outside the compound property.”
“You didn’t think to question why the King of Diamonds was so close? Why he felt secure in being in my territory, grabbing up my queen?” ashamed you shake your head. You were once too naïve for this life. “That whole night was a set up. They hurt you, to hurt me.”
“You made me stay with them after you found me,” your lip trembles, and he brings you to sit in his lap. “Told me it’s what I deserved.”
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that. I knew where your loyalty was. They didn’t even mark you, did they?” you shake your head no, and his hand roams around your body. “Where are you taking my mark? It’s usually on the side of the Queen’s neck. That way everyone knows who she belongs to.”
“You won’t let me leave here anyways. The only people I see are Bucky and Steve. Sometimes Nick. Why should a mark matter?”
“You’re a flight risk,” Andy’s lips turn into a crooked grin, and he chuckles. “Once your body is showing how much I claimed you, you won’t be leaving.”
“Andy I need you to trust me. Who does that dog belong to?”
He sighs, his eyes turning away from you, and he wonders just how much he can trust you. This is the best kept secret, and one that he’s not willing for the rest of the suits to know. They had already lost the only other person to know the secret. Not even all his men were aware of the secret that was kept hidden in these walls.
“Aspen. She’s a Pomsky. Wanna meet her?”
“I wanna know who she belongs to. I feel like I’m going crazy in this compound. I hear giggles and,” your eyes turn to the door, and you realize you’re not crazy, but…your fears, and life just got more complicated.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, breeding kink, authority kink, brat taming, degradation, mentions of being held against your will, mentions of non con, 18+ ONLY
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“Aspen, come here girl. You, too,” you watch as the little girl runs over to the bed, jumping in Andy’s arms as she nuzzles around his neck. “What are you doing out of the bed, princess?” she only shrugs and peaks over at you with a smile.
“Now that her has seen me…do…do I have to hide?” he presses a kiss on her forehead, and she still giggles over at you.
“I suppose if you have…” Andy stops when the little dog yips beside the bed. “You forgot Aspen.”
“Silly me,” she leans over picking the dog up, who is immediately sniffing you to make sure you’re okay for her girl.
“As I was saying, I suppose if you have to spend time with the Queen, I guess it’ll be fine,” she giggles at him, booping his nose.
“Were you going to tell me you had a kid?”
“Now isn’t the time, Daze.”
“Uncle Andy isn’t my dad,” another round of giggles burst in the bedroom, and even the dog bounces around as if to join her.
“Andy?” you look to him confused, while she might not be his child, there’s a reason she’s here, even why she’s been kept a secret.
“This princess has such a story,” he settles back a bit more. Leaning up against the headboard but when you go to ask, Andy just shakes his head.
“But uncle Andy! I wanna know. Where is my mommy?”
“Another time, princess,” Andy’s head flicks towards the door when a knock is heard. “I bet I know who that is. You can come on in.”
Bucky’s silver eyes look almost scared as he sees you next to the little girl. Your hand constantly petting the fluff ball that sits in your lap. He gives a moment of a look to Andy, mouthing out I’m sorry, “Winter. You have to stay in your room.”
“You fell asleep.”
“It’s nighttime. That’s what we’re supposed to be doing. Sleeping.”
“But daddy!” he winces at the name looking at you. Clearly he hadn’t planned on you knowing that bit information. “I got to see uncle Andy’s Queen,” her lip puckers out and pouts animatedly at him, and you can’t help but smile yourself. “Don’t be mad.”
“Yeah Bucky,” you pout with her. “Don’t be mad.”
“Oh!” Andy can’t help but laugh, giving Winter some tickles, “You hear that Buck? They’re going to be ganging up against you,” unbeknownst to you, your hand reaches to holding to his arm. Your head leaning slightly over on his shoulder, smiling at the interaction.
You had questioned if Andy would in fact be a good father. And seeing him like this makes you feel things. While Bucky doesn’t say anything, his eyes are locked in on you watching your movements with Andy. Studying your facial expressions as you watch them.
“I’m thrilled. The dog will be here tomorrow as well boss. Winter let’s go sweetheart, this time stay in your room. You have all the toys a little girl should want.”
“And a secret hidden room.”
“Shh,” you can tell Bucky is still untrusting of you. Almost chastising the little girl for letting you know about the secret.
“Shh,” she repeats. She gives Andy a hug and a cheek kiss before pulling up the little dog. “I want to show you the room I’m not supposed to talk about. Only Andy and daddy know about it.”
“Winter Olwen Barnes. Bedtime, now. I apologize, Andy. It won’t happen again,” Andy gives him a nod, and Winter jumps up into her dad’s arms, blowing you a kiss for good measure. This little pitter patter of Aspen’s feet follow behind the pair.
Once the door is closed again, Andy settles back down, turning off the light. Wrapping an arm around you, to pull you into him, but you don’t budge. “No, uh-uh. A little girl…which by the way,” you give his arm a little shove and he just beams up at you. “I mentioned that dog more than once, told you about the giggles. Hers. And you said I was hearing things. Now. Explain yourself. And why is her name Winter?”
While your family was never in a suit, you know very well the differences between them. Not to mention you lived amongst the Diamonds. You know their affinity for the cold and ice. “Do you know the nickname people have given Bucky?”
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Have you ever thought why?” you shake your head no. Never giving it any thought, because you just preferred to just call him Bucky. “It was a form of mockery in the beginning. A former Diamond turned Spade soldier. Him and Steve are good at their job. But this isn’t the territory he grew up in. Her mom wanted to take a cruel joke towards Bucky, and make it her daughter’s beautiful name.”
“Where is she? Is she dead? That’s why Winter doesn’t have a mom? What mother leaves their child?”
“Calm down,” there’s no joy in Andy’s eyes. His demeanor completely changed. “What we’re not going to do is judge her mother. She did what she had to do to keep Winter safe. She did not want to leave that baby. But, Lloyd wouldn’t let it go.”
“Lloyd? What does he have to do with this?”
“Have you heard of Ransom Drysdale? The Jack of Clubs?” your head is swimming with all this information. From suit to suit. Bouncing around this labyrinth of people. One of these stupid webs they they all weave. You had heard of Ransom, another Diamond that got away. Lloyd cussed him on the daily.
“He owns a porn studio. While he was still in the Diamonds, Lloyd took it over,” Andy’s hand covers your mouth when you start to speak. “This is going to take long enough as it is. Keep your mouth shut until you’re spoken to,” he allows you a second to let the words sink in. Raising up an eyebrow at you, “Do not defy me right now, Daze. I won’t be too kind. Have I made myself clear?”
You nod your head at him, and he removes his hand. Reaching over you grab it back to hold. You need some part of him touching you. “Winter’s mom was the star at the studio. Bucky…Drysdale trusted him, they grew up together, but Bucky was never as high a ranking as him. He didn’t like the politics of the Diamonds as soon as the king died, so he came here. His Diamond mark seared off, while a Spade has been blackened so many times. Anyways, he was her bodyguard, and he escorted her home. You know how pregnancy works,” Andy almost scoffs. Those deep blue eyes looking at the chandelier.
“Bucky was stupid, but that angel has been a godsend to us. Only myself, Nick, Sam, and Steve are aware of her. Some of the others suspect. But they don’t know who she belongs to.”
“Why is she a secret?” you gasp realizing you spoke, but Andy’s eyes turn to look at you giving you a soft smile. His hand cups your cheek, “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are. Lloyd…he exploited the fact she was pregnant. Got her into doing more fetish films. He refused Bucky’s help because she was nothing but a whore and she could get herself home. Thankfully, he didn’t put it together that Bucky was the father. Her main co-star reached out to Bucky. He overheard Lloyd say he didn’t know what he would do with the mistake when it was born. Always it,” his face turns up in disgust. Showing just how much he loves that little girl.
“Lloyd didn’t deserve her or her mother in his suit. Bucky got her out of the studio she lived here. No, they didn’t have a relationship. They didn’t love one another. They had fun. Steve…he knew how to deliver babies, and she agreed to it. Wanted no one in the suits to know where her and her daughter were. Winter was born here, in a bathtub. Lived here with her mother for nearly a year. She trained with Bucky, while we took turns tending to the baby.”
Andy settles back into the bed. Pulling your body closer to him, and sighing at your warmth. Always wanting you close to him. Needing the lightness you bring to his dark world.
His eyes look around the room as if to think about what they could have done different. Whether keeping the little girl was a good idea. “Drysdale came and told her Lloyd was looking for her, and if she stayed where the baby was, she was a risk to her. So she fled with him. My guess is she’s wherever he is, and in the Clubs. We’re on lockdown, and hadn’t heard much lately.”
“Why are we on lockdown,” Andy’s body slides down on the bed, before he rolls over you. Caging your body, and he presses a beefy hand against your belly. “Andy,” you whisper out.
“This is why. I lost you once. I won’t lose you again. Especially now.”
“You don’t know I’m pregnant.”
“I don’t know how you wouldn’t be. For a solid month we didn’t get out of this bed. I had to carry you around you were so sore. As soon as it’s far enough, you’ll take a test. Dr. Banner made sure we have the equipment here. And the dog will be here tomorrow. She is to stay with you at all times.”
You can’t do anything but groan, and that soft hand moves to your face. Squeezing at your cheeks. “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask,” you jerk your cheeks out of his hand, and while he grits his teeth, his hand slides down your front and back to your belly.
“That’s…Andy I don’t want a wolfdog following me around everywhere.”
“She’s trained. She’ll sleep in here with us, too. You’ll get to walk in the backyard. Or…I’m sure Winter would love to show you her secret garden.”
“A secret garden, huh?”
“Yep. A secret garden for a secret girl. I can’t let her stay cooped up inside. She likes you. Saw you the first time around. She’s desperately wanted a mom. She saw you sleeping in the bed after a session with your favorite toy. You wanna go for a ride?”
“Stop.”
Andy only chuckles at you. You may fight him about the machine, but he knows you enjoy it. It’s his favorite to overstimulate you, feting you good and begging. He loves it when you beg. “Don’t act like such prude. I’ll make you cockwarm me in front of everybody at dinner tomorrow. Bucky and Steve have already seen us,” he laughs at you.
When you pout and look away from him, he just starts kissing up the column of your neck. His mouth open and sucking along the sensitive skin. Trying not to react, when that’s exactly what you do. Grabbing at his hips to pull him closer to you.
“Don’t be so sensitive. You’re fulfilling your duties.”
“That’s all I am to you. A warm wet place.”
“Now that’s about enough! If that’s all you meant to me, would I have went searching for you? Would I have allowed a Diamond scum back in my bed.”
“He never marked me! I was nothing but a fleshlight to him,” Andy smacks you across the face. Not hard, but enough to sting.
“That’s it. You want to act like a fucking brat, then that’s how I’ll treat you,” you whimper when his thick thighs spread yours further apart. “Now I’m tired of your fucking attitude. Is that how you talk to your king?”
“No, sir,” your voice a low whisper. You feel every harsh movement Andy makes as he pulls himself out. Lifting up your silk gown to see your glistening folds. Never panties. He’s forbidden them in the bed. Because when he wants you, he’ll have you. Tapping his heavy cock against your clit, and laughing when your arousal creates strings when he pulls away.
“Such a slut for me. Do you see how wet you are? I told ya, Daze,” Andy’s voice is so slow and raspy. Almost grunting as he crashes into you. “You don’t have to have that attitude to get my attention.”
“Andy,” you voice mewls. Grasping onto his hips while he ruts into you. “Andy.”
“I know,” his hand roughly grabs onto the bed frame. Growling with every thrust into you. A hard and deep pounding in your tight channel. “You always look so pretty when your speechless from my cock. You gonna deny it?” unable to speak anymore, you just shake your head no.
“Good girl. You want to be swollen, sore, and used by me don’t you? Want everyone to know this fucking pussy belongs to me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want me to mark you up? Not the permanent one? But show them you’re a slut for my cock? A slut for Andy Barber? You are aren’t you? You a slut for me Daisy?” you sob looking up at him, but he tsks you. “You can do better than that. Tell me. Go on, tell me!”
“I’m…I’m…” a lewd moan escapes your lips, but you can’t finish the sentence.
“Not quite.”
“I’m a slut for you.”
“For Andy Barber.”
You feel heat pool in your stomach. Just right on the precipice of an orgasm, and your teeth clench together. “Daisy!”
“I’m a slut for Andy Barber!” you cry into the night as your high rushes through your veins, leaving you a panting mess under Andy. With a devilish grin, he fucks you through your high. Never slowing down. Doesn’t even care that your body starts to quiver. “Giving me another huh? Go on my pretty little slut baby. Cum on my cock, and milk your king dry. FUCK!”
Completely melting onto your body, he kisses on your heated skin, feeling every shallow breath that he pants onto you. There’s a part of you that wants to say it. Knowing that he needs to hear more than just how he owns you, but you’re not quite ready to let him know. Instead you hands slide up his muscles back. Gripping tightly to his broad shoulders. Digging into his skin when your walls clench down tight around him. He grins as you scratch down his skin as you cum hard over his cock. His hot spunk painting deep inside of you.
“If you weren’t pregnant before. That’ll do it,” Andy runs his nose over your sticky and heated skin. “One of these days, you’re gonna ask me for it, instead of provoking me. You’ll know that I would drop to my knees and worship you and your body, and all you have to do is ask. Fucking tell me you want me, and I will give it to you.”
Slowly he pulls out of you, sitting up to watch himself leak out of you, before he fingers his cream back in.
“You hold the power over me, Daze. Everyone in the Spades know it. Hell every suit fucking knows it. That’s why you’re locked up in the compound. Everyone knows it but you.”
“Andy…I…I just don’t understand why.”
“Because I love you,” he pauses at the admission. Both of you unbelieving of the words he just said.
“You’ve always been my queen, and I’ll quit treating you like a slut when you realize that,” opening your mouth, you start to protest, “Or I can treat you like a slut,” he chuckles. “Sex doesn’t always have to be so rough and hard. I could make love to you. Have your body sliding over our window as I sink you over my cock over and over again. Let you ride on top of me while I praise every freckle on your body. Sex is more than fucking. It’s more than making a baby. It’s what separates you from them,” his finger points towards your bedroom door.
“No one, and I mean no one gets this side of me. I have never wanted more than fucking with anyone but you. And when you’re ready, I’ll give it to you. But until then, I’ll continue to use your body. You are a slut for Andy Barber.”
Bucky runs up behind you, stopping you before you walk into the kitchen for breakfast, “Hi…uh, I didn’t really know what to say. Um…I don’t know if Andy explained any…”
“He told me everything, Bucky,” you give him a warm smile, and attempt to walk away. “Steve’s on duty this morning. He’ll worry if I’m late.”
“No…I know. Winter, she’s still asleep. But it is really important. Lloyd would kill her. He gets off on control.”
“I’m very aware on what Lloyd gets off on. I was his prisoner. And even though Andy knew where I was, he told me to stay and take my punishment while I gathered information. Don’t talk to me about what Lloyd likes.”
“I’m sorry. I am. It was fucked up. That little girl, she didn’t ask for this life. Doesn’t know her mom, has never spent time around women. She knows this compound. She wanders around at night because she thinks it’s safe. I would take her for walks. She knows me, Andy, Sam, Nick, and Steve. And now you.”
Nodding your head, you understand. He presses a hand against your stomach, and sighs. “A love for a child is like no other. Andy adores her, would stay up late with her when she was teething. He’s a good man. He’ll make an amazing father, and since he’s chose you, you’ll make an amazing mother.”
“A breeding tool for his own pleasure.”
“You believe that?” his silvery eyes look all over your face. “I know you don’t. The reason…would you spend time with Winter? I couldn’t get her to sleep because she was asking questions. It’s hard to get her to bathe because she doesn’t want me to see her, and she doesn’t always get her hair clean. Please, she’s just a child. She’s only five. She needs a woman. Please.”
“Okay.”
“Steve can stay close. Your dog is coming, and…”
“I know. The dog has to be with me at all times. The suit of the wolves, and I get stuck with my own.”
“He means well. Andy,” he sighs, leading you into the kitchen. Before you can even start to get something, he’s making a tray for the both you and Winter.
“He’s intense. You don’t know what he had to go through to get to this point. You see Andy now. The most powerful of the suits. When he was chosen for the King…we were the lowest suit. He ruled his territory with steadiness. Fear comes to play sometimes yes. But Andy isn’t irrational.”
You scoff. Normally you wouldn’t have any reaction with Bucky. You know that he reports to Andy. Him and Steve keep nothing from him.
“He’s irrational with you because you push his buttons. You defy him. You question his reasoning. Andy is smart. Trust him. Nick will be with you around noon. Steve and I have to collect from the businesses,” leaning back you groan.
“What’s wrong with Nick?”
“I’m used to you and Steve. You mostly stand there. You don’t talk. Nick, he wants to be friends. He…never mind,” Bucky gives you a questioning look. “He’s fine.”
“Andy will listen to you,” you can only roll your eyes, going behind him to pick up a blueberry from the fruit bowl. Popping it in your mouth, you don’t recall anything ever tasting so good.
“That’s his cousin. We all have our duties. Remember yours.”
“Trust me, I was laying my back last night and this morning.”
“To keep him happy. That’s your duty,” Bucky tells you. Swiftly grabbing the tray to walk you to the mysterious bedroom. “Steve will be with you shortly. I told him to have a moment this morning. I knew you’d say yes.”
“You just know everything, huh?”
He turns around putting his back to the door and smiles at you. “I do. I know you’ll make a great queen for Andy. I know you’ll give him plenty of children, and you know why?”
“Why’s that?”
“Because, you’re fighting your feelings for him so hard. Trying to deny just how much you want him, need him, and love him. I also saw how you watched my daughter with Andy. Your face lit up every time that he looked at her. You didn’t notice, but your fingers were rubbing on his arm. Touch is becoming second nature to you, Daisy. So quit fighting it. He always gets what he wants.”
He stops speaking quickly. Pushing the door in and smiles at his sleeping daughter. “Aspen, wake her up,” that fluff ball’s head jumps up, and she gives Winter a few licks on her cheek. “Winter, I brought you a surprise. She’s gonna stay with you today.”
“You are!” she sits up in her bed and stares at you so sweetly. Even if you wanted to say no, now you couldn’t. “I have waited my whole life to spend the day with you. And you get a new puppy!”
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader, Steve Kemp X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: kidnapping/basement wife, cannibalism talk, blood, male masturbation, blood kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, shared woman, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, dark!reader, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.3K
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A/N: in my many chats with @tis-thedamn-season we somewhat fleshed out a bit of a storyline for Little Queen of Spades. I’m sure this is going to be a bit of a hot mess express, but one I’m willing to get on!
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You wake up from a drug addled sleep, only to discover you’re no longer where you thought you would be. In an odd room with no windows, and upon lifting your arm to rub along your temples. That’s when you discover the predicament you’re in. “Steve?” your voice croaks out, still trying to adjust to the bright lights.
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”
“Let me go,” with a kind and still sinister smile he shakes his head. “Let me go.”
“Can’t do that.”
“You can. Just…Steve, please,” you hear the weak panic in your voice as you look around, realizing the man that you went on a date with is most definitely not who you had though. “Steve, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”
“Nope.”
“Steve,” your voice whines, unsure of what exactly you can do. “Please.”
“Do you know who I am?” you nod your head yes, and still become more panicked. Looking around and not even caring you’re letting him know your intentions. Thinking to yourself how you never should have let him take you on a date. Feeling uncomfortable every time he sniffed at the cuts and busted skin on your face.
“Who am I?” crying even harder you shake your head no. “Who, sweetheart? Who am I?”
“Steve Kemp.”
“You can do better than that, who am I?” when you continue to cry he shouts, “Who?”
“The King of Diamonds’ right hand man.”
“What is the Diamonds reputation?”
“They’re the most brutal of the families.”
“And yet, you were captivated by my charm enough that you took a chance to come out in the middle of nowhere with me. Felt comfortable with a man that was willing to lick your wounds clean. You see, I have a taste. Hansen, he’s not too fond of my tastes. But it does make getting rid of a body quite easy. Gives the Diamonds a good amount of money. You understand what I’m saying?” he’s absolutely crazy. You aligned yourself with a true psychopath. Your mother would be so proud.
“Lloyd overlooks it. For now.”
“So you’re going to…no. No, please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t eat me. Please, Steve.”
“Good, become my wife. I’ll have a bargaining tool, and a way to lure people into my clutches,” that sinister smile returns. And you’re not sure how you would become a bargaining tool, but anything has to better than what he has planned for you. “Come on, Sunshine. I really don’t want you to watch as I slowly remove parts of your body, and devour it. It’s a delicacy. And I always prepare it to perfection.”
“Do…I have to, you know?” you crawl further away from him. Unsure if you could actually do something like that.”
“Only if you want to.”
Lloyd takes a long and slow drag of his cigarette. Giving the man tied up a little smile. Beaten and battered now, he just stares harshly at Lloyd.
“You know, I don’t enjoy this.”
“Yeah, you fucking do,” he looks up at Lloyd, his head twisting at an awkward angle. “I thought Lloyd Hansen didn’t get his hands bloody anymore. Don’t you have pure evil lurking in your ranks?”
Without speaking Lloyd presses the hot cigarette on Rumlow’s face and laughs at his screams. “I told you not cross me. You let that fucking bitch escape, and now she’s back with the Spades. You pay for her life with yours.”
Lloyd slowly steps back and takes a seat in the chair, crossing his legs he smiles, “Steve.”
“No! God no! Anything but him, not that fucking psycho.”
With only a small snap of his fingers, Rumlow’s eyes adjust to the dark shadows behind Lloyd. Staring at the figure sauntering closer, and hoping it’s not Steve. Noticing how that figure’s feet click, and even how feminine it is when you emerge from the darkness. Resting a hand on Lloyd’s shoulder when he laughs at you. “Looks like you’re doing great, Hansen. You don’t need some bitch that didn’t belong to you.”
“She gave me…satisfaction, sweet little thing. Destroying Andy was the biggest highlight,” Rumlow spits out a long strand of blood, and you inhale the metallic scent, giving him a wicked smile.
Moving to sit in his lap, you grind your ass over him. Getting Lloyd good and hard. Exposing your neck to him, so he can nibble up your neck. Jerking your face to look at him while he nastily makes out with you.
His hands slide over your skintight shirt and starts groping your tits, and tweaking your nipples. Giving you a slap to your covered core that makes you yelp, and grind down harder.
As quickly as it started, Lloyd stops. Grabbing your chin and making you look at Rumlow. With a sweet smile, he pushes you off of him. Circling back around him, you look at his swollen crotch, and give Rumlow that evil smile, “Now, I’m gonna take joy in the fun she has with you. Rumlow meet, Mrs.,” your hand drifts down his front, and he spreads his legs giving you ample space to palm him over his jeans, and Lloyd cocks an eyebrow up at him, “Kemp.”
“What?” he voice squeaks out, your body moves quickly to him, as a knife slices through his cheek, sending a chill up your spine. “What the fuck. What kind of operation are you running?”
Lloyd only shrugs, as the blade of your knife cuts of Rumlow’s shirt. That cool metal skimming over his skin, adding a tiny bit of pressure, and laughing at the beads of blood that start pooling up.”
“Am I not the King?” Lloyd slowly unzips his pants, taking his angry cock out, beginning to fist the thick member, when you bitch slap Rumlow across the face. “Whatever is Kemp’s is mine. She can be worse than him. Steve is methodical. She’s…” you look back at Lloyd and give him a wink, “Feral,” a stab to his gut has him screaming. “Animalistic,” you twist at the knife to punctuate what he’s saying, and lick up his cheek.
Rumlow jerks his face away from you, causing another backhand across his face. Taking your knife to hastily cut off his ear, “Aw, did you have to cut off his fucking ear?” Steve asks walking into the dimly lit room.
“What did you just say to me?”
“Now that meat can’t be sold. Do you know how much a rat and traitor like him would go for? The amount of people that want to feast on his liver, with just a tease that he was captive, and there’s already bids going up. Your tainting the meat.”
“I’m seasoning it,” throwing your knife it lands in Rumlow’s thigh, and he growls at you. “Tenderizing it, if you will. Who the hell wants to eat an ear anyways. You don’t eat that shit.”
“Then why don’t you just ride his face. Add some pussy juice to the seasoning.”
“You’re a bunch of sick fucks. Hansen, if people only knew,” you grab the knife out of his thigh, and hold it up against his throat. “They take their turn with you? Or fuck you into the bed while you scream for mercy.”
“That’s enough,” tucking himself back into his pants, Lloyd flicks his head towards Steve. “Finish him. Eat what you want. Sell what you want. I’m going to reward this sweet little sunshine, for being such a sweet girl,” Steve rolls his eyes, but turns back to Rumlow.
“You let him disrespect you and your wife like that?” Rumlow spits up at him, but Steve only laughs, wiping the blood off of him. “Fucking cuck.”
“You wanna know a secret about me and her?”
You pull Lloyd into the bathroom, such a gentleness with him that you didn’t show Rumlow, and not even Steve. Undoing each of the buttons on his shirt slowly before knocking the soiled cotton off him.
Going to the shower, you turn on the water, while your fingers working lower to remove his pants. “You gonna take care of you King first?”
Only nodding your head, you start to remove your own bloodied clothes. Pulling him with you into the large shower. Your lips kiss over his marred skin and your tongue starts licking him clean. Sinking down to your knees, you grip firmly to the base of his cock, while your tongue makes a long stripe along the bottom. Ending with you kitten licking his slit, with your eyes pleading up at him to fuck your mouth.
“You have been so good to me. Made me so horny watching you. Were you soaked each time that blood spattered on me? Because I was getting harder every time he winced in pain at your hand.”
“Yes,” your voice whines. Lloyd moves his foot in between your legs, as he smirks down at you.
“Show me,” your hips gyrate over him. And his head tilts up to the ceiling releasing a low moan that you feel deep in your core. He’s playing with you, and it’s never enough. He enjoys toying you, and the power he has over you and everyone else is intoxicating.
Never showing any bit of tenderness or remorse, except with you. “Needy little bitch,” he chuckles out. His sight gazing back down at you, and his hands pet so gently on your cheek. “I feel that whore cunt throbbing on me.”
“You better shut your fucking…”
“Uh uh uh, Sunshine. Not yet. I get mine first.”
“Then fuck my mouth,” the water creates crimson streams down his and your bodies as the blood starts washing off your skin. He gives you one last soft cupping of your cheek, before both hands grip the back of your head.
“Take a deep breath,” he hums, before shoving his cock past your pouty lips. Ruthless in the way that he ruts into your mouth. Gagging over his veiny girth, while tears spring to your eyes, and strands of saliva leak past your lips. Giving you the last glimpse of his hold he has over you. Your body still moving over his foot, and you see it in his face. “Not yet,” he tells himself.
His voice already coming out in a wails, and you can only giggle over him. “Fuck it,” his voice angry but still so needy for your cunt. “Get up,” it’s hilarious at this point.
Giving him a disproving look, and this is the last time of the evening you let him talk in that tone. Walking to that giant bed, he’s all but crawling on it. “I need it.”
“I know you do, Baby Bear,” he lays back on the bed, his eyes just pleading to you, and only stops when you crawl over him, starting to settle down over his cock, and he releases a lewd whimper. “There’s a good boy. Was it hard for you to be the King when I was getting drenched in his blood?”
“Yes, Sunshine,” with your hands firmly on his chest you start bouncing over him, making him whimper even more. This is the most intoxicating part of Lloyd. The man that everyone fears, but he still will bow down to you. Submits for only the tiniest bit of your pussy, knowing that even though you’re married, you belong to him, just as much as he belongs to you. The two of you completely addicted to power and fear.
His hand creates tight little circles on your clit, and he struggles to not cum inside you when your walls clench around hum. Grunting with every move you make.
Sinking and rising over him and his sweet sounds only makes you more wild for him. But while you think you’re the one in control, he laughs to himself, because you’ll never know just how much he owns every part of you. Lloyd didn’t become the King by accident. He finds people’s weaknesses. Yours being the fear of a nobody. But soon you’ll know, just how much he knows you.
Pushing at your shoulder, he knocks you off of him. Kneeling before you as he fucks his fist. Hot creamy ropes of his seed spurts up your chest, and he leaves you laying there. “I’ve got a meeting with the Ghost.”
The man you had never seen, only heard of. Someone who you believe Lloyd trusts more than even Steve. “Get yourself cleaned up. He’s going to be your protection for now.”
“I can protect myself.”
“Get cleaned,” with a roll of your eyes, you retreat back into the bathroom, actually showering, and doing your nightly routine when you hear their whispered voices. Lloyd would never conduct business in front of you. You have him falling, but he’s not quite as trusting of you, yet. And he shouldn’t be falling for a woman with no ties to anyone. A married woman, willing to fuck the King for power.
“Curtis,” Lloyd says with authority, both men turning to look at you in your silk nightie, and you try to show no emotion. Looking at the tall and thick Curtis, it only complicates things more. “This is my Sunshine. We’re all set with the Hearts?”
“What do you have planned with the Hearts?” you ask innocently, earning a slap across your face. His hands squeeze at your cheeks, and Lloyd presses a hard kiss on your forehead.
“None of your concern. You don’t leave the compound unless Curtis is with you.”
“Fine,” all it takes is one look between you and Curtis, and your knees already go weak. This just got a lot more complicated.
“I hear that you and Lloyd are quite the pair,” he lifts up your hand in his, and gives you a soft kiss on your knuckles almost laughing at the fact that he’s touching you in front of Lloyd.
“Just need to dispose of her psychotic husband. He can’t threaten you anymore. He’ll be in the basement all night. We’ll have an uninterrupted night. Curtis, I’m sure you can find your sleeping quarters just fine.”
You walk over to the terrarium giving Medusa a quick pet, before Curtis turns to leave you and Lloyd alone. “Leave that fucking thing alone. It’s my turn now.”
Pairings: Lloyd X Sunshine!Reader, Steve Kemp X Sunshine!Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Explicit language, implied sexual content, misogyny, slut shaming, implied non con, mentions of killing children, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.8K
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Lloyd groans as he sits up in bed, looking over at your spent and bruised body before he cracks his knuckles. Blissed out and exhausted you don’t even feel him move out of the bed. Walking over to Medusa’s terrarium completely nude, before looking for your sweet baby.
“There ya are. I don’t know what she sees in you. Can’t trust a snake,” he busies himself to get dressed, laughing at the fact that you’re still asleep, despite his lack of trying to be quiet.
Laying on your stomach, and arms above your head. Your whole backside nearly exposed, before he opens the door, “Ah, Curtis, the Ghost, what do you prefer?”
Curtis’ icy eyes look over your body before back at Lloyd. “She’ll be fine. Just keep her out of my fucking business. When I want or need her psychotic ass, I’ll call, you’ll answer.”
“What did you do to her?” he asks when you still don’t move.
“No more than her sociopathic husband,” he cocks an eyebrow up at you, glancing over to Medusa. “Don’t ask, and I won’t tell you lies. He was busy, I took care of her. I know you’ve probably done more in your life as the Ghost. Had your hand in the Dealer’s pot, but your back in Diamond territory, and I’m King now, have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Fuck her if you want. Just don’t fucking fall in love. She’s got claws that one,” he turns to leave, slamming the door behind him, and you only barely stir.
Curtis gives you a long hard look, gritting his teeth at the Diamond whore. Married to the Ace and sleeping with the King. If only you knew how Lloyd insulted you at every meeting.
He looks over your body, scaring all over you. Fresh and healed marks, and he can’t be sure if it’s from the two men you’ve aligned yourself with, or the fact that Lloyd sends you into a fight first.
No regard to yourself, as long as he stays safe. If you only knew that Lloyd was hoping that Steve would go in, and die himself. Becoming paranoid by the man with a strange urge and taste.
Curtis cups his chin, sitting in that nasty chair, usually meant for whoever was watching, but the watching the Ghost was doing is different.
Annoyed and glaring at your body. His eyes constantly looking at the clock just to see how long this will take. It’s a wonder you get anything done.
When you stir again, your eyes slightly flutter open, getting a blurred vision of the man in the chair. “Not this morning, Baby Bear, last night was plenty.”
Curtis clears his throat, and you jump up in the bed, pulling the covers around you. “Get dressed.”
“What are you doing in my room?”
“The King wanted someone to watch his whore. Here I am,” you snarl at that disgusting nickname. “What is it Sunshine? Only the King and Ace can degrade you?”
“You’ll watch who you’re talking to,” he steps closer to you, grabbing your chin, and turns your face to both sides, looking over your skin.
“Just as I thought. Bare. No marks. You’re nothing but a Diamond whore,” without thinking you slap him hard across the face, and he can only chuckle. “I thought you would know better. You’re aware of my family. Get dressed.”
Glaring at him, you get yourself out of the bed. Walking your naked body to the closet, as you get yourself dressed. Not missing how his eyes stay on you the entire time.
“I expect when I come here, that you’re ready for the day. There’s no need for you to be laying in bed and waiting on the King.”
Walking closer to him, you look up at those cold and distant eyes, and shake your head. “Sometimes, I don’t have the energy to wake up. I’m no use to Lloyd at meetings.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t let two men use you, you might be able to wake at a decent hour.”
You roll your eyes and reach into the terrarium, Medusa already slithering her body to your waiting hand. “You would know all about using women wouldn’t you? Not all of us have the luxury to be born a man, and in high ranking. You were the highest, but like a coward, you vanished. Couldn’t even live up to your birthright. Coming back in the form of a legend. You can stand there and mock my need to be a concubine to the King, but they fear me. Even as Mrs. Kemp, they shake knowing my husband is around, and myself by default.”
You lift your pretty girl up to your face, and let her sniff around your cheek. “With them, I’m somebody. I have power most women in this suit could only dream of. They envy me.”
“They fear you.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” you click your tongue walking closer to Curtis. Your hand rubs up his chest, and Medusa slides over to him.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, as she moves over his broad shoulders, “She’s harmless really. Mild mannered. Her saliva is venomous, but rarely does she strike. Preferring to be left alone. Her sisters in the basement, are a different story. She likes you,” you offer him only a twinkle of a smile before holding your hand up, and letting Medusa come back to you.
“Why do you keep her in here?”
“She scares them. They don’t take the time to learn about her. Hearing only that she was venomous. It’s a not a lie. Lloyd is really distrusting of her. Calls her a little bitch, doesn’t he, mama,” walking back to her habitat, you gently place her back in.
“Control the fear, you control them. Don’t come into my bedroom, and try and make me feel inferior Ghost. I live in a man’s world, and I’m surviving. It might not be the life I wanted and hoped for, but it’s damn sure a better life than they wanted me to have. You have no idea what shit I have to put up with. What I have to do, to lay my head down at night.”
“And last night, it was Lloyd’s room,” Curtis rolls his eyes at you, starting to walk towards the door, but you cackle at him.
“This is my room.”
“And you share it with two men.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“Protected by a useless snake. Should they want you dead, they’ll do it. Maybe her basement sisters should come up here,” you scoff and walk past him. But he grabs at your arm, and that’s the first time he saw it. Jerking back away from him, your eyes bore holes into him.
“Don’t you fucking touch me. You have no right.”
“Seems like you’ll let just anyone touch you.”
“You self righteous son of a bitch, you have no clue! Do not tell me what I do or do not do. You’re the one that ran away,” Curtis growls at you, but doesn’t comment further. Following you as you walk out of the bedroom.
Lloyd lets out a disgruntled groan, slamming his fist down on his desk, leaving Steve to be annoyed at his childish outburst. Wondering just why he thinks he needs to be king when he acts like a spoiled brat.
“They’re getting married.”
“And you’re not invited, huh, your majesty?” Lloyd glances up to look at Steve who only smiles back. “What did you expect. You got dumb. You trusted her too much, and she screwed you over. The Baizen kid was screwed over. Her loyalty lies with Andy. Not the Spades. That whole corruption nonsense didn’t work out in your favor.”
“Would you shut your fucking mouth for five goddamn seconds. I wanted to make him weak, and he only becomes stronger. On fucking lockdown because of his precious Daisy. Not one of the Diamonds was invited. But we’ve got eyes and ears everywhere.”
Steve fakes out a yawn, and grabs a nail file off Lloyd’s desk, busying himself with his nails so he doesn’t have to listen to this same nonsense over and over again. “He said that Daisy has met the girl. They have tea parties together,” Lloyd rolls his eyes. “As soon as that fucking cunt becomes pregnant, Andy is lost.”
“Andy is a smart man. While he’s weakened by her, he’s smart. Too trusting, allowing all the suits but Diamonds to be represented at the wedding. It’s a bold move. He’s showing we’re not a solid unit.”
“The Dealer and Joker are well aware we’re not a unit,” Lloyd responds. “Total domination. That is our goal. Disband the suits, and have one king.”
“Why haven’t you done anything about the girl?” Steve asks rolling his eyes to look up at him.
Lloyd leans forward over the desk, “It’s never about the fucking girl. It’s about people knowing the lengths I’ll go for power. Her whore mother gone along with Drysdale, and who the fuck do you think is her father? How many more Diamonds do I have to weed out to prove that they’re not worth shit. Not to mention that cunt is no longer loyal to Nick. When do you think we spring that up? Watch his weapon chose another man?”
Steve leans back, and plops his feet on Lloyd’s desk, before he knocks them off. “So what is your plan, your highness?”
“Chaos. Clubs are falling, Hearts won’t be long, still can’t find their precious missing princess. My guess is she’s dead. Or was she ever even real? Spades is harder, until he produces an heir. Two children? We’ll have his life in the palm of our hands.”
“Kids? You’re willing to kill children? For what Daisy? Bucky’s loyalty?”
Lloyd slams his fist on the table. “For fucking power. To see Andy’s empire crumble.”
“I’m going to have some fun with my wife. Enjoy your paranoid thoughts,” standing up to leave he gives a final look at the crazed king. “You have all these fucking moles in these suits. And you’re so untrusting. What makes you think they’re not feeding you a bunch of fucking lies? You’re losing it Lloyd. Is it because he’s returned? He’s more rational thinking. You gonna blame his parents death on him forever? The players aren’t falling. Some still show loyalty to the Ghost. The Dealer already made Curtis his own personal sniper. Make sure to pay up, before the Dealer cleans house.”
Lloyd glares at the retreating figure of Steve, “Tell her join me when you’re finished or I’ll kill that fucking snake.”
“If I finish. Kill it. Reach your hand in there and let her venom course through your veins. You kill that thing, and my wife will let Aphrodite loose on you,” Lloyd grits his teeth staring at the man.
“You’ve had her enough. It’s time for her to come back home.”
“I want her to get in the Ghost’s head,” Steve cocks up an eyebrow and shakes his head no. “You tell her that cunt is available to the Ghost, too. It won’t be long until he needs to let off some steam. I want her in his head Steve. Why has he returned?”
“Why indeed.”
“Steve,” you whisper, backing away from him and onto the bed. “I don’t want to have this conversation.”
His hand presses on your stomach before he shoves you back on his bed. He stalks around the room a moment before releasing a deranged scream. His fists tight, before he turns his fury to you.
“Fucking married! They’re getting married, and you know what that means? You’re not doing your job. How many times does he have to fuck you, and he can’t fuck a baby in that cunt?”
“This is the dumbest, brain dead plan ever. He doesn’t want kids. He never fucking spills in me. He won’t be weakened by a child. He mocks Andy for his weakness, and you think you can force a pregnancy to control him? You’re a fucking idiot. He can’t be controlled.”
Steve lets out an irritated laugh and begins pacing around the room, “You remember why I spared your life. Why I keep you around?” your eyes glare daggers at him, while he pretends he doesn’t use you for his own pleasure. “Shove his cum in you. Hell, wrap those pretty legs around his waist and don’t let him leave. How fucking hard is it?”
You sit up in the bed, looking his body up and down, before a menacing laugh escapes your lips.
“Too bad you can’t do the job,” you hear his growl, and know you should stop, but you don’t. “Poor little Stevie. Making plans about a pregnancy, when he can’t deliver. Not even listening to a word I say about Lloyd not caring, but no. Let’s make my body suffer for your need to overthrow him,” rounding back he backhands you across the face. And you sit stoically looking up at him.
“Your psychotic bed toy has overstayed his welcome. You protecting him now, Sunshine? Get him to fucking cum in that cunt.”
“It won’t work. Come up with a different plan,” he rushes over to you and shoves you on the bed, already ripping your clothes off.
“What I say goes, you little bitch. You owe me your fucking skin. Your life is in my hands,” your body goes limp and pliant for him, and he only chuckles in your ear.
“That’s what I thought. You know who fucking owns you.”
Sitting up in the bed, you look at your disgusting ‘husband’ playing this game just for survival is getting tiresome. You know there’s other places for you to go for sanctuary. But there’s an addictive quality here.
Seeing people fear you, envy you, wish they had the power you did, held promise over your head.
Grabbing a robe, you take a look down at your ring on your finger before heading off into the kitchen for a drink.
Lost in your own thoughts of the options that you have, you don’t notice the figure standing in the shadows. His cold eyes watch you drink from your glass while fiddling with that ring, remembering a happier time.
Sitting down at the bar, you release a deep sigh. Massaging your neck, when you finally see him. “Don’t pity me, Ghost,” your voice empty of emotions when he steps up to you. “I told you before, we weren’t all born into status.”
“Were we not?” he asks walking closer to you. He stops right next to your body, but doesn’t say a word. Just listening to your ragged breathing.
He takes a long look at your ring, before he cracks his neck, “Not all of us become a slave to the power. I hope it’s worth it,” he grunts out, spitting on the bar beside your hand before returning to his bedroom.
You take a glance at the spot he soiled. Your emotions finally coming out to get the best of you. Your body trembling as the tears well up inside of you. Letting out a deep guttural scream, you throw your glass and listen as it shatters into a million pieces.
Giving yourself one more moment of self loathing before slapping the counter. You go into the nearest bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror, and barely recognize the woman that stares back at you. At one time you were happy and carefree. And now everyday is like a new nightmare, living it day to day.
Splashing your face with water, you wipe at your blotchy skin. “Suck it up,” you whisper to yourself before slowly drifting to your room.
You know leaving Steve will piss him off, but right now you just want to be left alone. Getting into your room, you see your pretty girl. “Hey mama,” she only comes to the edge of the glass for you. “You’re not the only one trapped are you.”
“Sunshine?”
Your eyes flutter closed slowly. Realizing your charade has not ended for the day. You turn around to give him the biggest smile you can. “Baby Bear,” you coo at him before walking to your bed.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” Lloyd responds before lifting the covers up.
“Just…” you wonder if this will offset another fight. Neither you or your body are ready for that. “How about I just hold you, Baby Bear?”
Lloyd flops over to his side, and you cozy on up to him. Pressing meaningless kisses on his back.
“Tonight, I’ll let you hold me. Tomorrow, we have a long discussion.”
“Whatever you need,” it’s always what someone else needs. You have to remind yourself that him and Steve will soon kill each other. And all you’ll have to worry about is him. The Ghost. Curtis. Everett.
