Baroness Von Hellman x femreader. I've actually never written like this before. The fic is Baroness/female reader.
The Baroness visits a strip club where you work, you really want to be a designer. Plot twists everywhere as the Baroness adapts to b...
At lunch you come back home you see her standing with her glasses on holding a piece of paper pointing and giving orders to the workmen. 'Hi love.' you greet taking off your coat. She looks up and tosses the paper at the workmen going to you with a stressful sigh. 'Why is everyone incompetent but me?' You place a hand on your hip. 'I never hear you complain when I do that thing I usually do with my tongue.' She gently slaps your arm. 'Not so loud!' she reprimands you scared that the workers will hear. You smirk not caring less who hears you look over at the table by the door.
There is a stack of invitations she has not opened. 'Aren't you gonna go to any of them?' She looks over as well at the invitations. 'I-I can't, everyone has seen me humiliated.' her voice is quiet. You place a hand on her shoulder giving a gentle squeeze. 'No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.' you reassure her. 'Anyway, where were you? You were gone before I got up this morning and that never happens.' You pout. 'What? Are you implying I'm lazy or something?' The Baroness purses her lips. '(y/n) I once watched you sleep till one in the afternoon get up watch TV and play with Genghis. I'm not implying it I'm stating it.'
At this, you open your mouth in mock offense and suddenly grab her pinning her to the wall. For a moment she gasps she thinks she has offended you and you are going to hurt her and- You lean in kissing her softly. 'You are just the worst.' you tease her as she relaxes against your kids. 'But we need to get you back out there why don't we try my scene again? We could get some drinks at Luxe?' The Baroness stiffens a little. 'I....We tried that before it wasn't really my thing to hang out with the young ones.' she says awkwardly.
You listen to her. 'It'll be different this time. I promise. We will get ready together and go together. Luxe is quieter than that other place you used to come along to watch me.' you remind her. The Baroness looks undecided. 'Trust me, I'll keep you by my side all night.' Sighing because as usual, you get your way she nods her head in agreement. 'Okay, but just for a little while.' 'We need to talk about your wardrobe though.' At this, the Baroness is really offended. 'What the hell is wrong with my wardrobe?!' You hold up your hands. 'Chill! It's great it's just a bit much sometimes so maybe wear the jumpsuit but without the head scarf. Or that cute bronze blouse with the skirt. Just dial it back a tiny bit.'
The Baroness flares her nostrils and stomps away from you. 'Over dramatic much.' you roll your eyes. 'I heard that!' she calls over her shoulder. You tilt your head admiring her arse as she walks away. 'Stop staring at my arse!' she calls over her shoulder. Damn, how the hell did she do that she didn't even look back at you. 'Because you are that predictable.' she calls over her shoulder. 'Okay, funny first getting a little creepy now!' you call after her laughing the door closes behind her. Getting ready for you is easy you pull on a pair of black leather pants and a glittery corset.
You watch the Baroness thumb through several outfits in her walk-in closet but you can tell she's nervous, especially after the last time. 'You can borrow one of my concert t-shirts if you want?' The Baroness looks at you looking horrified you hold up your hands. 'Or I could shut up.' you offer instead. 'Look just wear this.' You pick out a pencil skirt and a silk blouse with a gorgeous neckline. She sighs but strips in front of you, you see the scar on her back and the faint bruising reaching out you touch her waist and lean in kissing the middle of her back.
'(y/n).' she gasps. '(y/n).' she moans. '(Y/N)!' she pulls from you. 'Don't start that or we will never make it to Luxe.' you stick your tongue out at her and pout. 'Fine. Tell me when your ready and I'll do your hair.' The Baroness looks confused. 'Where are you going?' she asks as you walk away. 'To not look at you naked or I'll end up having sex with you. Stop looking at my arse!' you call over your shoulder. The Baroness blushes immediately. 'I wasn-' 'Yes, you were!' you reply before she can. The Baroness dresses and then calls you back she sits at her vanity and you brush out the brunette locks noticing the occasional grey hair.
'You look beautiful.' you whisper as you draw her hair into a high ponytail. 'Not too over the top?' she asks snarkily. You chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head. 'Mmm you know you look, breathtaking Baroness, cmon let's go.' you put your hand on the small of her back and guide her out of the room. When you both get into the car she remembers the last time and how she landed in the gutter, more humiliation, and people laughing. 'Hun,' you wrap your arm around her drawing her out of her trance. 'You look upset what's wrong?' The Baroness sighs and shakes her head. 'Nothing, I just, last time this ended badly.' You listen and take her hand.
'Apple pie.' The Baroness looks at you confused. 'I beg your pardon?' You smirk. 'Apple pie.' The Baroness frowns. 'Are you having a stroke dear?' You lick your lips. 'So you know how some couples like to get really kinky?' The Baroness listens to you. 'Um aren't we one of those?' she asks quietly. You laugh. 'Yes. But some like to go extra rough and I've certain things I would not submit you to.' The Baroness is getting right off-topic now. 'What things? Why can't I do them?' she demands. 'Not really the point, I don't know like if I told you I wanted you to have group sex with a bunch of circus clowns. Anyway, they have safe words, apple pie is yours use it tonight if you feel uncomfortable and want to leave.'
The Baroness nods at your words. 'Oh okay.' the car continues to drive. 'Are the clowns male or female?' You double-take. 'What?' The Baroness is staring at you. 'Are the circus clowns male or female?' You blink. 'It was literally just an example for fucksake just say if you want to leave discreetly just say apple pie there are no clowns!' you explain with exasperation. 'All right! I was merely asking, I'm just pointing out I might be capable of doing other things in the boudoir if you wished it.' You sigh and massage your forehead with stress.
When you arrive at the club you take her up to the bar and buy you both a drink. 'Louis.' you greet kissing his cheek he's wearing a suit tonight. '(y/n),' he kisses her cheek. 'Baroness.' he holds out his hand and she shakes it. 'Do you ladies have someone in mind you'd like to dance for you? How about cinnamon?' he gestured to one girl on a pole. 'Or Kandi?' You shake your head. 'Just here to socialise I've only eyes for one woman. But if my girl would like a dance I wouldn't mind paying the bill?' The Baroness blushes and shakes her head. You smirk. 'Give us a private room and send over Kandi.' Louis salutes you. 'Happy too.'
The Baroness looks uncomfortable so you squeeze her hand. 'It's just pole she does not lap. She won't touch you.' The Baroness looks worried but she trusts you and she lets you take her to a private room. 'Hello gorgeous.' the young woman enters the room. 'Don't touch just dance.' you remind her. The girl smiles and nods beginning to dance the Baroness seems not to know where to look. You give it a few minutes and it's not helping her relax so you politely ask the girl to leave. 'It's freeing, to dance and to strip.' you walk over to the pole swinging around it. 'I could teach you.' you jump up wrapping your legs around the pole and sliding down.
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"The center of attention
Even when they're up against the wall You got me in a crazy position If you're on a mission you got my permission"
'Or.' you tug off your jacket and slide onto her lap. 'I could teach you lap.' you cup her chin and wriggle your torso for her. 'C-could we just have a drink? This is all a bit overwhelming.' You nod. 'Of course princess.' you take her back out grabbing a table near the stage. 'You look really beautiful.' you reach across taking her hand. 'Car?' you look up as Kat sits down at the table. 'Car? Ooooh, car, um funny story I kinda banged it up when we were on the run.' Kat takes your drink knocking it back. 'I hate you.'
'I will buy you a new one when I can.' you groan. 'So you were gonna tell us your news?' You prompt Kat. 'Oh yeah Ethan and I got engaged.' she shows off the ring. 'Gorgeous congratulations.' you smile. 'Congratulations.' The Baroness responds politely. 'Thanks, so would you guys ever consider marriage?' The Baroness chokes on her drink. 'Excuse me, I'll just go to the powder room.' You smile and nod and when she leaves, you punch Kat's arm. 'Do you call that subtle?'
