lloyd hansen's cottage wife

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ paring: dark!steve rogers x female!reader. (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: choking, rough sex, stevie being stevie. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @ellethespaceunicorn ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: this one is kinda softer than the other's recently, but still steve losing his shit bc that's fun to me. anyway, enjoy my loves and as always, pls lemme know what you think!!!!<3 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

No context Curtis 😏

oh my pete’s place curtis.

stalking you through the club towards the vip rooms.

he thought keeping an eye on you would be an easy job. what does he care about what you do?

then you locked eyes while giving a lap dance to a sleezy club client and he loses it. doesn’t understand anymore why pete would still want you to work when you have them back at home.

You sat at the table as you watched Cole pace around the farmhouse kitchen. "This is a mistake," he said, as he took another lap around the island. "We're making a mistake."

"Cole," you tried cautiously. You felt like you were trying not to spook a baby animal. "You said you really like him. We both did."

"Yeah, I–" he paused his circuit and started wringing his hands together in front of him. "Maybe this is too fast."

"Curtis is just coming over to talk. That's all. Just talking. To make sure that we're all on the same page before anything else happens."

Cole nodded. Then again. And again. He was so cute when he was nervous.

"What exactly are you so worried about?" you asked gently.

Cole took a deep breath and looked away. "I don't– There will be three people here and, and three people's things. Do you think this house is big enough? And we'll have to get more groceries. We'll have to get more of everything. And a bigger bed!" He was talking and breathing so fast now that you were a little worried he was going to hyperventilate. "And I'm not sharing my jam!" he finished, throwing his hands in the air.

You got up then, approaching him carefully. When he didn't object, you put your arms around him. "Baby, you're getting ahead of yourself. No one's moving in today. Today is just for talking. To figure out what all three of us want. How we want this to move forward. And if any one of us isn't feeling it, then that's fine. It's done. Okay? Today is just about figuring out what we're all comfortable with."

Cole relaxed in your arms, letting out a deep breath. "Yeah," he sighed. "Okay. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," you murmured in his ear as you soothingly carded your fingers through his hair.

And then the doorbell rang.

You grinned as you both looked up. "You ready?" you asked.

Steve + Lloyd and “Who said you could do that?”

😈

Steve lifted your shirt above your head and was just about to pull it off when Lloyd cleared his throat from the bed. “Who said you could do that?”

Steve froze, so you tossed your own shirt off with a huff. "Lloyd, this is why we invited him over!"

Lloyd tilted his head to the side, running two fingers over his mustache. "I invited him over," he replied, voice low, "because someone kept getting dripping wet every time they watched the boy scout mowing his lawn, and apparently, 'We have such nice conversations, too, Lloyd. I really like him.' And since I'd do anything to make you happy, Sunshine, here he is." He leaned forward, and you felt Steve fidgeting nervously beside you. But you weren't nervous at all. You knew the fun was just about to start. "But that doesn't mean this isn't still my show. So the two of you are going to go at the pace that I set. For my entertainment. And then, if we all have a good time, we'll talk about what happens after. Understood?"

You were already nodding excitedly when Steve cut a questioning glance to you, the sweetheart checking to make sure that you were okay with this even after everything that had already happened. At your answering grin, you watched his eyes cut to Lloyd's obvious erection in his boxer briefs. And then, finaly, you got to see one of Steve's boyish grins. God, he was so cute.

You would have been squirming on the bench if you'd had any room to move. Curtis stood over you, looking down appraisingly as he absently ran a finger down your arm, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

He tilted his head to the side as he addressed Steve, tightening a knot around your ankle. "I'd add more rope."

Steve looked up at him, his clear blue eyes catching the light. "You think?" he asked, running a critical eye over your body and the work he'd already done there.

"Mhmm," Curtis nodded, then placed a gentle hand over your bare stomach. Your breath hitched at his touch. But you'd been ordered to be quiet, so you tried your best not to make a sound. "Right here. You've left too much of this beautiful canvas empty."

Steve hummed in thought. "More of the blue, do you think?" he asked. You started to zone out as your Doms continued discussing you like you weren't even there, sinking deeper into the warm fuzzy space where thoughts slowed down and there was only sensation.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when Steve reached out a hand to cup Curtis's cheek, pulling him into a filthy kiss. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips. That got both of their attention, dirty smirks appearing on both of their faces.