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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Right number

Summary: I need for a new job you call the friend of a friend.

Pairing: Mobster!Lloyd Hansen x SugarBabe!Reader

Warnings: sugar babe trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, implied darkish Lloyd Hansen, daddy kink, smut, unprotected sex, pet names, doggy style, dumbass/naive? reader, implied blowjob, mentions of edging, implied/mentions of kidnapping

Catch up here: Wrong number

“Aw, don’t hold back sugar plum,” Lloyd coos in your ear. He loves to toy with you and to play the nice guy. Lloyd whispers gentle words in your ear while his cock stretches your poor cunt out. “I want to hear every moan and scream you try to keep down your throat.”

“Nghh…” You bite your wrist. It’s a trick. Lloyd told you to remain silent and not to make the tiniest noise while he has his way with you.

“Louder, baby cakes,” he taunts. “I want to hear you make the cutest noises!”

You sniffle as the pleasure gets too much. Lloyd snaps his hips faster into your ass, causing a tiny whimper to escape your throat.

Lloyd loves having full control over your body like this. His weight on top of you keeps you immobile. You can’t do more than take his punishing thrusts.

“This cunt is worth every buck I spent on you, cupcake. So, fucking tight and needy for my big cock,” you whine a little louder this time. “Aw, is Daddy stretching you out again?”

You nod.

“You know I love to hear it.”

“You’re stretching me out so good with your big cock, Daddy,” you choke the words out. Close, so painfully close to your release you don’t want to mess things up again. If you do, Lloyd won’t let you come for a week or longer. “Please…”

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately,” he drives into you, as deeply as possible. “How can I deny you your orgasm, my greedy girl.”

“Please…”

He stops moving at all. “Shush. No begging or you won’t cum. Do you want to go back to the first days,” Lloyd whispers in your ear. “Do you?”

You shake your head and choke out a sob. The first days after Lloyd made it his mission to turn you into his new sugar babe were torture.

He would promise you the sweetest things, only to snatch them out of your hands. Giving you a choice was never an option to Lloyd.

He knew about your financial situation, and that you’d do anything to get a new job, and not run back to your father, begging him to help you out.

If you had to call Lloyd daddy to get all the shiny things you ever wanted - so be it. (Not that he would’ve let you slip through his talented fingers.)

At least that’s what you thought.

That was until Lloyd introduced you to his special kink. Edging. That mustache-wearing bastard loves to make you beg and scream only to not let you cum.

Every swirl of his tongue or thrust of his cock turns into a nightmare if he’s in one of his moods. - Especially after you fucked something up.

“I’ll be so good for you,” you wiggle underneath Lloyd, praying he will give you what you’re craving since he claimed your body for the first time. “Promised.”

He nips at your neck, taking his time to turn you into a whimpering and desperate mess.

“Since I’m the only one allowed to feed your kitty with cock, you are going to be my good girl,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “I trained my sweet cupcake well.”

You close your eyes and let yourself relax. Lloyd purrs and grunts, satisfied with your submissive behavior.

“You deserve the world,” he starts moving again. Slower this time to let you feel every drag of his cock against your walls. He wants to drag his orgasm out, to give you more time to beg and moan.

Lloyd just loves to feel you fall apart around him after he edged you for days. “Cum for me, baby cakes. I know you need it…”

“Lloyd, please,” you tug at his wrist. “I must go and let my father know that I’m still alive. After all the horrid things Ben told him about you he’s worried and won’t stop calling. What if he calls the cops?”

“Well then you will tell them that you love taking my cock any time of the day,” he smirks and leans back in his armchair. “You do love my cock, right?”

You lick over your lollipop, humming happily because Lloyd bought you your favorite brand and flavor. Cherry pie. “It’s my favorite cock,” you murmur around the lollipop. “I don’t need any other cock.”

“Come here,” he says and pats his lap. “I want to taste the lollipop too. Maybe I’ll consider your request and let one of my men drive you to your father.”

“Yes!” You giggle and hop onto Lloyd’s lap, straddling him. “You’re the best, Lloydie,” you wiggle in his lap and peck his lips. “You must have a taste.” You thrust the lollipop into his mouth.

“Hmm…tastes good,” he hums around the lollipop. “Your pussy still tastes better, but we will remember the brand and flavor.”

“Can I go, Lloydie,” you run your index finger over his chest. As much as he scares the shit out of you sometimes, he’s always warm and smells so good. You feel safe with Lloyd, even though, he likes to spank your ass if you are a bad girl.

“If you stop calling me Lloydie, I will let you visit your father,” Lloyd thrusts the lollipop back into your mouth. “And after you come back to me, we will go on a short vacation. Daddy needs to take care of a few bad guys and needs his cupcake to help him relax.”

You giggle because helping Lloyd relax means non-stop fucking.

“Yeah,” you're giddy and wiggle in his lap. “Will you do the thing with your finger again?” You lick over the lollipop watching Lloyd’s eyes darken. “Maybe I can taste something sweeter before I visit my father too.”

“Dad, I’m fine,” you sigh deeply while looking around your father’s living room. It’s still the same. The room looks like the last time you visited him.

Nothing has changed in his life while yours got turned upside down the moment Lloyd stood in front of your door.

He just took you with him, throwing you over his shoulder. Lloyd declared you are his new sugar girl and that he’ll give you everything you ever wanted.

“That man kidnapped you!” Your father insists. “You didn’t answer any of my calls for the last months.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me. Before I met Lloyd you hadn’t called in two years,” you huff. “So, here I am. I’m alive and well. Now leave Lloyd and me alone. I got to go now.”

“He’s the worst! He hit Ben!”

“Yeah, because that fucker gave me the wrong number. That drunk asshat confused the numbers, and I ended up having a job interview with the wrong guy.”

You turn to leave. “Wait! That man brainwashed you or something! Stay here and we will find a way to free you from that man!”

“I don’t need saving,” you stick your tongue out. “Lloydie is good to me. In any way.”

“What do you want?” Lloyd groans into the phone. He watches you lick over the wide head (enjoying his cock as much as your lollipop).

Your father barks into the phone, telling Lloyd to keep his hands off his daughter.

“Aw, but she’s my baby girl too,” you can hear the smirk in Lloyd’s voice. He pats your head, encouraging you to take him down your throat. “After all, she calls me daddy too…”

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sarahowritesostucky · 25 days

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📖"Late Bloomer"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Tags: human trafficking, dark!Lloyd, significant undefined age gap, older man/younger reader, daddy/girl, dub con with significant non con elements, innocence kink, loss of virginity, exploitation, dacryphilia, size kink, dumbification, misogyny, squirting, forced orgasm, p in v sex, light degradation, pet names, oral sex: m! and f! receiving, sexual awakening, age play vibes, little!reader, but not really: she's just drugged and really really dumb.

Summary:

He imagines her as a rose: fragrant and velvet-soft. Imagines crushing her in his hand, plucking her petals off one by one, until there's nothing left.

Lloyd's always loved ruining pretty things.

A.N.: The age gap is left undefined. The OF is not the girl from the movie, which I haven't seen. I don't write characters as explicitly younger than 18 on Tumblr, after having a foul staff member equate teenage pairings with CSAM.

That said, this fic will be dark and chock full of exploitation and dub-to-outright non-con. Consume responsibly.

The job doesn't go quite as planned, but Lloyd can be a go-with-the-flow, adapt-to-the-demands-of-the-moment type guy when he needs to be. So he gets creative, and in the end it all works out alright.

The not-insubstantial bounty for the Russian perverts is regrettably forfeited when he loses his temper and gives them the brutal executions that they deserve. But that money can be made back once he finds a buyer for the yacht, since the guy who owns (owned) it is now sleeping with the fishes. With a little more effort, Lloyd can still make out well on this deal. And he's killed a few deplorables, and gained himself an unexpected prize, to boot.

Not a bad day for doing crime.

They shove the bodies overboard and retire for the night, headed for the rendezvous in Madripoor. Lloyd's men handle the cargo, already under strict orders not to touch the younger ones, whom Lloyd figures he'll arrange to have dumped off at an embassy once they dock in Jakarta.

The older girls seem relieved to have been liberated and they don't put up much of a fuss when they're divvied up amongst the crew for the evening. Lloyd's personal pick, the poor thing whom he'd had to physically wrestle away from Yuri with a flare gun pressed right to her head, has been locked down in a stateroom to try and calm her down.

Despite what some people say, Lloyd is not an inconsiderate monster. He freshens up first, showering all the blowback off his face and changing into something comfortable before heading below deck. He keys in the code for the bedroom, which is large and lavish and looks exactly like something a Russian billionaire would design. All money, no taste.

The girl's on the bed. She's still crying, but it's a pretty, aesthetic type of crying rather than hysterical or snotty. Tears that enhance rather than detract. The type of thing a man like Lloyd can really appreciate, if he's so inclined.

He steps into the room, takes a deep breath, and reminds himself to take his time with this. No sense rushing it and wasting a good thing. He's going to savor every moment.

She turns and squeaks when she sees him there. "Oh!"

"Shh, sh sh," he soothes. "There there now. Why're you crying, Buttercup? There's nothing to cry about. Not anymore."

Still in the middle of writing this ridiculous filth (another "short" oneshot to shake writer's block for my true passion projects), but was too excited to not post a teaser. Should be up tomorrow!

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luxeavenger · 2 years

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County Lines

Day 11 Kinktober prompt: Chase Kink

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Warnings: Chase kink, consensual non-consent, discipline, corporal punishment, face slapping, spanking (with a belt), pain/pain play, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, restraints (Lloyd's boot, and a belt), vaginal fingering, piv sex, rough sex, choking, degradation

A/N: This is a consensual encounter, but for sure doesn't seem like it. So please mind the tags. Your internet consumption is your responsibility.

Words: 1918

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You don’t know where Lloyd is.

You never know where Lloyd is.

But you’d bet a great deal of money that he’s out here somewhere, strolling through the woods, with a lazy smile plastered on his face.

He does love a good chase, after all.

You’ve been running from him all day. First through the city streets, changing taxi cabs often, trying to disappear into crowds.

Once you’d run out of city, you’d taken to the woods. You hoped you lost him in the hustle of the busy streets.

Except you know you didn’t. You know he’s here, somewhere. Even through the frenetic energy that strobes through your disoriented mind like a beacon—you can feel his eyes on you through the spaces between the trees.

Trying to run full-tilt through the woods is ill advised at the best of times. But this isn’t the best of times, and you’ve accrued enough lashes from branches, and scratches from twigs you felt like one big raw nerve.

You were starting to flag.

And Lloyd knew it.

Suddenly your silent stalker was telegraphing his location. It’s all done purposefully. Lloyd has always had a flair for the dramatic. The snap of a branch to your left. The rustle of leaves to your right. He’s toying with you, and you know it.

Suddenly Lloyd lunges into your path, and snatches you up tidily. An arm around your waist, and his hand over your mouth he shushes you gently while you thrash uselessly against him.

He holds you against his broad chest until there's a break in your histrionics, then he shoves you down to your knees, the dampness of the leafy forest floor immediately starts soaking into your pants.

“Lloyd, I-”

He interrupts you by grabbing your jaw so hard the unforgiving gold band of his pinky ring grinds against the bone.

“Shut up,” he spits. “Did you even try to get away? The agreement was: you try to make it over county lines, and be a nice warm, wet hole for me when I catch you, or I’d have to do something…” he pauses to roll the word around in his mouth before he offers it to you, “...extreme.”

“I did! I-”

You attempt to offer an explanation, but that’s not the way this is supposed to go, and Lloyd isn’t interested. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and presses it into the soft spot below your tongue, pinching it from the other side with his index finger.

The pain is immediate, tears pooling against your eyelids as he deepens the pressure.

“I told you to shut up,” Lloyd remarks flatly. “You were supposed to run, kitty. And you were supposed to do a good job of it.” He uses his free hand to gesture at his pristinely clean polo shirt, chinos, and boots. “I didn’t even break a sweat, kitty.”

He looks down at you sternly, “Do you think you did a good job running away from me?”

You shake your head as much as you can with Lloyd fish-hooking you.

He smooths a hand over his mustache, humming thoughtfully. He releases your bottom jaw, only to push two fingers into your mouth, and deep in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna hurt you, kitty,” he declares emotionlessly.

He shoves his fingers even deeper down your throat, the rest of his fist forcing your mouth open, and his pinky ring is scraping against your teeth. You gag loudly, a rough glottal noise that makes Loyd’s cock diamond hard.

“Don’t scream.”

He quickly opens the front of his powder-blue chinos, and pulls out his heavy cock. You open your mouth for him, but he slaps his dick against your cheek a few times, it leaves a trail of precome along the flushed skin.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Wider,” he barks when you comply with his request, but not to his satisfaction.

He smacks your cheek with an open hand, not hard enough to hurt badly, though you know that’s what’s coming next if you don’t get it right this time. You can’t help the way the slap makes your cunt throb.

He hooks a thumb into your cheek and yanks it back to wedge it against the hinge of your jaw. He growls at you, “I said fucking wider.”

He forces your jaw open until he’s happy with the results, then slaps your face a couple more times before shoving his cock down your throat. He doesn’t bother letting you adjust, just hooks his other thumb into your other cheek, and uses your throat as a cock sleeve.

He’s more in your throat than out, and he’s not giving you enough time to catch your breath when he’s out, so you put your hands on his hips, deliriously hoping to slow him, even for a moment, because the forest around you is starting to go hazy from the lack of oxygen.

Lloyd yanks himself out of your mouth, and lets you sag unceremoniously down onto the forest floor. You hack and cough up phlegm, and retch up the bile that stings the back of your throat.

He pulls you up by your hair, and wipes his cock on your face, leaving a trail of your saliva to dry prickly on your skin while he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Get your pants down,” he intones coldly. When you’re not moving fast enough for him, he barks in your ear, “Now!”

You’re struggling with the button as you hear the jingling noise of Lloyd pulling his belt through the loops of his pants.

“You don’t want me to repeat myself,” he warns coldly, as you continue to struggle. Then after a second he makes an exasperated noise, pulls his boot knife, and slashes your pants and underwear in half from your belly button to your spine. He pushes the scraps to the side to get at your skin.

He folds his belt in half, letting it dangle next to his thigh. “Get it. in. the. air,” his words are clipped, his tone impatient, and you know you’re just about out of chances to mind him.

You rest your cheek on the damp coolness of the forest floor. Even though you know what’s coming, the first lick from Lloyd’s belt startles you. Your ass is immediately alight with pain, it makes you scream and claw at the decaying leaves.

He grabs your hair and pulls you up so he can snarl in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”

You hastily try to defend yourself, “I am, Lloyd! I’m trying!”

He makes a disgusted noise, and lets your hair go. With a whine you collapse back into the position in which he ordered you.

The belt snaps against your ass a few more times, and you somehow manage to hold your tongue, but after the third or fourth impact, your traitorous hands scrabble against the ground, your fingers digging furrows in the dirt.

Lloyd comes around to stand beside you, with a disappointed noise. “Can’t even stay still for two fucking minutes, can you, kitty?”

The next thing you know, Lloyd’s boot is on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the clutter of the forest floor.

“Behind your back. Now.”

You can feel the tread pattern of Lloyd’s boot on your skin clear as day when he bends to tie your hands together with his belt.He makes efficient work of it, immobilizing you in seconds.

It’s shameful how wet you are right now.

Lloyd says as much when he kneels behind you.

“Dripping like a fucking faucet, kitty,” he remarks with disdain. He shoves two fingers into your pussy with an appreciative hum that isn’t meant for you. By the sound of it, he’s licking your juices off his fingers. “You can’t even take a punishment correctly. You enjoy it too fucking much.”

Even though what he’s saying is one hundred percent true, you still feel the need to defend yourself, “I don’t-''

But Lloyd cuts you off.

“I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

He shoves the thick head of his cock into your entrance, and you immediately try to squirm away. It’s a completely ineffective action with your hands restrained behind your back. It just makes him clamp a hand down on your hip with bruising force.

You whine, “I’m not ready! It’s too much!”

He snorts at your protest. “Don’t worry, kitty,” he reassures you through gritted teeth, “I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes in with one brutal thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs. All of the sensation in your body is focused on Lloyd’s cock splitting you open. You clench around him, and his length throbs inside you.

With a growl, Lloyd grabs the belt that’s wrapped around your wrists, hoisting you up a few inches off the ground, so he can use your body weight as leverage to fuck you hard.

Your shoulders are torqued painfully, and as soon as you can breathe again you whine pitifully.

Lloyd huffs in amusement. “There we go,” he coos, “that’s much better.”

His hips slap tirelessly against your ass, and Lloyd pinches, and smacks any bare skin he can reach until your ass and forearms are red and raw.

He uses your arms to haul you up against his chest, which somehow shoves him even deeper inside of you, so he’s kissing your cervix with every thrust.

He pants in your ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”

It isn’t a question, and as soon as he points it out, you know it’s true. All it takes is for his hand to slip around your throat and squeeze until your air is cut off.

“Now,” he growls.

Your orgasm rolls through you like an electrical current. Your vision goes white, and you shake against Lloyd.

Lloyd releases your throat, and slaps your cheek before swiping a hand over it. It comes away glistening and wet with your tears.

“There is it, kitty,” he sounds pleased with you—with your tears. And the implied praise makes your cunt clamp down on his cock.

He chuckles and pushes you down onto the forest floor again. He plants a hand in the middle of your back and puts his weight into it, so you’re completely immobilized by him. He fucks you mercilessly, and the change in angle has you drowning in another orgasm almost immediately.

Lloyd groans long and low when your pussy starts milking him. He rumbles, “Yeah—oh fuck—just like that. That’s it. Such a good little hole for me. Fuck.”

He’s talking to himself, but the compliment makes goosebumps prickle over your skin.

His weight disappears from your back, and he’s grabbing your hips to pull you closer. The belt loosens from your wrists, allowing you to get your hands under you. You mutter, “Thank you, Lloyd,” over and over again.

Soon Lloyd’s rhythm falters, and he buries himself inside of you and comes with a loud groan.

As soon as he’s done, he pulls out quickly, his come dripping out of your messy hole, and pattering down onto the carpet of leaves. He uses the shredded remains of your pants to clean the mess off his dick before tucking himself back into his chinos.

He stands, and takes a second to examine his appearance, the wet knees of his pants, his untucked shirt, hair gone askew, he smiles at you. “There you go, kitty. I knew you could do it.”

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lilacevans · 1 year

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— dreaming about being lloyds little captive 🤍

#lloyd hansen #lila’s mini moodboards #tw kidnapping #tw captive kink #tw captivity #tw kidnap mention #chris evans #cevans #lloyd hansen moodboard #chris evans moodboard #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #tw gun image

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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I accidentally soaked my panties imagining Lloyd doing this to me 🥺

He would do this, wouldn’t he?

Oh he would😏and he would enjoy every second of it.

I’m thinking of him just finished torturing someone and shooting him in the end. He sees you across the room, rubbing your thighs together, trying not to show how turned on you are. He tells everyone to get the fuck out before walking over to you, picking you up and then slamming you on the bloody table.

“Such a freaky little bitch, aren’t you, sunshine? Getting all wet, seeing me shoot this bastard. Guess you are really my girl, huh”

He says as he rips off your tight skirt and spreads your legs further. Lloyd leans over, so he’s face to face with you.

“Now you better not come before I tell you, otherwise I pull that fucking trigger”

Lloyd leaves some bite marks on your neck and breast, before getting back up. Seeing how the blood on his face and hair is now also on you. He looks at his masterpiece for another second before grabbing his gun

#winter answers #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #💛#new kink unlocked #twitter link #dirty link #pornnnnnnnnn

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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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Chris Evans in a knife fight is one of the fucking hottest things I’ve ever seen.

#ALERT: NEW KINK #jfc I won’t survive this movie #new murder daddy is taking over #Lloyd Hansen #the gray man #the gray man spoilers #Chris Evans

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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Humiliation kink tw: I want Lloyd to write “cum dumpster” on my forehead while I’m wearing nothing but a collar with a leash on it and messily deepthroating his cock. He fucks me mercilessly and when he’s done my holes are filled with his cum and it’s dripping from my face. He makes me look up at him while he takes pictures of me in my fucked out state. He tells me they’re just for his viewing pleasure but the little laugh he lets out afterwards leaves me feeling unsure.

Frothing at the mouth for this 😵‍💫 whew! He loves to ruin you and toy with you like that, telling you how much of a mess you look and then the pictures pls omfg, watching you whimper and squirm when he tells you that if you’re bad he’ll show them off to his guys and you wouldn’t want them to see just how much of a slut you are for him now would you?

#humiliation kink #degradation kink tw #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen headcanons

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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Found on Twitter:

Plus, more perfect placement:

Not exactly a mic but... close enough 😏

Three for one 😘

My favorite one for last

#/he's a bastard/#chris evans #cevans #steve rogers #twitter #lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans and his microphone kink

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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Favorite Kinks: Lloyd

Okay, well Lloyd's main thing in life that he gets off on is hurting other people. And this doesn't change just cause it's you who he's in the bedroom with.

He loves to "destroy" a beautiful girl (aka: you)

So he loves it when you start out real dolled up and pristine (hair, makeup, lingerie, etc.) so that by the end he can see what a mess he's made of you.

Lloyd is a sadist: part physical -- but more-so emotional

He's all about teasing you and tormenting you

He likes making you feel threatened: like maybe, just maybe, you really are in danger. He likes hearing your breath hitch, making your heartbeat quicken, and watching your pupils dilate in fear.

So he's very big into gunplay and knifeplay.

You were hesitant about these activities at first. But Lloyd has opened a whole new can of kinky worms inside of you--he's exposed a dark side you never knew you had.

He love restraints, though he's often too impatient to actually get them and use them (unless he's planned to edge you for a while).

And, oh, is he ever a huge fan of edging you, making you squirm and beg and cry.

Making sure you cry is almost as important to him as making sure you cum. (He always says his climax really happens when that first tear falls.)

He'll degrade the hell out of you, but he puts his own style on it.

He'll be sweet and mocking at the same time, calling you "dumb" and "desperate" and "pretty" and "cupcake" all in the same sentence ...

... while he's got the Hitachi out, forcing orgasms from you until you're begging to stop.

His favorite position is on top of you in one way shape or form--

--usually with him kneeing back a little bit while he's between your legs, taking you--

--and you on your back, facing him, because he loves to choke you, smack your cheek, and be able to watch your face as you fall apart.

Oh, did I mention he prefers to cum on your face?

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled?--He wants to have a gang bang with you and all five daddies.

SugarBaby Series: Imagines masterpost for all five Daddies

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Somnophilia and/or CNC

I answer for somnophilia - for me it's fine with a trusted partner. Cnc is not for me personally, but I do enjoy it in terms of writing it and reliving that sort of fantasy this way. I don't think I'd ever agree to it in real life.

Somnophilia is something Curtis is into, weapons dealer Curtis and alpha Curtis too. You're his and he will take you whenever he wants. Coming back in the middle of the night all worked up, he has to soothe himself in the wet warmth of you. Tbh, any alpha I write would be into it in varying depth.

Lloyd is more into cnc than somnophilia, because he likes you fully awake and reacting to what he's doing and enjoys the fight.

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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I just brushed my teeth and I once again want to spit in a hot guy's mouth. This one in particular:

I feel like it'd be some kinky shit he'd be into.

#i want to spit in hot guy's mouths #my spit kink is raging right now #lloyd hansen is a kinky fucker and i love it #i need to support him

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sugarflowerbby · 2 years

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Watching TGM with my bf

Lloyd: “…SHUT UP and go sit in the corner.”

Bf immediately looking over at me:

#he knows all my kinks lmaoooooo #the gray man spoilers #lloyd hansen #chris evans

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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

Pairing; Dark!Club Owner Ari x Shy!Reader

Warnings; dark themes, unbalanced power dynamic, daddy kink, no smut in this part but as usual Minors Please DNI!!

Summary; You knew it was a bad idea showing up to the most notorious club in the city, but it’s your best friend’s birthday and you can’t say no, right? So, what happens when the owner himself, Ari Levinson, spots you at the bar, claiming you as his own from the moment he laid eyes on you.

It’s finally here! The first instalment of my very first series, apologies for no smut but i promise the next part will be very smutty to make up for it 👀 bare in mind this is just the introduction!!! please don’t be afraid to ask questions and remember to reblog and comment💗 i love to hear your guys feedback!

You climb out of the uber, reaching to pull the hem of your dress down as you and your friends stumble towards the club.

You had finally agreed to try out the biggest club in the city, "Cherry Bomb.” Since it was your best friend Sarah's birthday your group decided it was only fair she could choose which clubs you were going to tour for the night. You had been putting it off ever since the opening night a few months ago, the reputation not being something you had particularly wished to be involved with.

All you knew was bad things happened there, and from what you had heard the owners, Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen, two brothers in arms, were so cruel and unforgiving that even the richest men in the city dared not to step foot in the place, and those who did shortly regretted it. Their names were known around the streets, the most notorious club owners to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to them, more money under their belt than the government itself.

An incident a few weeks back had became the talk of the town, according to Sarah a well known patron had gotten a little handsy with one of the clubs dancers and when he was given a warning to back off, he refused. Claiming he spent enough money in the club grounds to do as he pleased, including groping innocent dancers without permission.

Long story short the bouncers ended up forcibly removing the man, cussing and struggling on his way out of course, you know, the usual druken male rage and feeling of entitlement. Seemed like a pretty convenient coincidense that the exact same night the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley, his face practically unrecognisible.

It wasn't long before the 'rumour' was quickly snuffed out. They were good at that, making things.. people, dissapear. Almost as if it never happened... as if they never exhisted.

Now that you were standing infront of it, you couldn't deny, it was beautiful. Even from the outside, the bright neon sign glowing in the moonlight, multiple bouncers blocking the large glass stained doors, making sure to check each persons id before unhooking the stanchion, allowing said persons entry. The queue seeming endless.

Lucky for you, your friends had been gifted VIP tickets, you didn't even bother to ask who they got those from, or how. You didn't want to know. You flashed your id at the pretty bouncer, his buzzed hair, large muscles and stern face making it quite obvious as to why he had the job he did.

You bounced your foot as he scanned over your card before opening the barrier and letting you inside. Sarah was quick to grip each of your hands, practically dragging you inside once you began to hesitate, not wanting you to change your mind so soon.

"Come on, babe, let's get those sweet legs moving!" Sarah hollers from ahead, her hand intertwined with your own as the rest of the girls hurried towards a booth.

"I-I don't know if this is a good idea, Sare.." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers as she tugged you towards your friends and giving you a slight nudge into the cushioned seats, the red velvet material instantly soothing your hot thighs as you sat.

She reached down, holding your cheeks in both hands and facing you towards herself, sliding into the booth next to you "Listen, i know you're worried and if it makes you feel better i promise we can leave and go somewhere else, but just give it a try, please...for me?" she pleaded, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes.

"You know i can't resist that face." you whined as she cheered.

As you slowly got more drunk you began to forget why you didn't want to visit. The atmosphere was astronomical, the whole club being fit for royalty. The girls hooted and hollered as you trotted off towards the bar on your way to buy in a round of drinks. You waited at the bar with your card in hand but as you went to hand it over to the bartender he paused you.

“It’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, a smile on his face. He was handsome in all fairness, standing at around 6'2, his bright blonde locks and pretty blue eyes causing you to pause for a moment before giving him a puzzled look, tilting your head sideways.

“Is it a nightly special or something? I didn’t see anything about free drinks on the poster outside…” you begin yet he’s already scuttling off to take another couples order, shooting you a sly smile over his shoulder. Leaving you even more confused than before.

You slowly reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to spin around in shock, ready to fight off any unwanted men. You pause yet again, having to look up to catch the mans face.

His 6’5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful strobe lights, looking down at you with a slight smirk. His dark beard covered most of his face and his long curtains framed his godly sculpted face. Even with his suit on his arms bulged through the material, his thick biceps almost bigger than your head.

You shortly snapped out of your daze as his leather gloved hand squeezed your arm. “C-Can i help you, sir?” you stammered, worried incase you had been caught gauking.

He laughs “Not even a thankyou, Sweetheart? I thought you’d have better manners than that.” he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. You stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as they were lodged in the back of your throat.

“I’m kidding, name’s Ari…you gonna’ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonna’ keep starin’ at me with those pretty eyes?”

“A-Ari as in… Levinson?” you question, swallowing harshly as the nerves quickly built in your stomach.

He shakes his head gently with a smirk "So you know me, huh?"

Your eyes widen at the realisation of who the mystery man is, your arms instantly beginning to shake, your card still in hand. You were never good at dealing with situations such as this one, always being labled as the 'shy girl' of your group. Sarah being the complete opposite. Usually men in this situation would back off, sensing your uncomfortable trembles and leaving you alone, but not Ari. If anything the smirk on his face grew wider at the sense of your fear.

"Steve, why don't you head over to booth two, give the girls their shots." Ari calls out towards the handsome bartender from earlier.

The man, Steve, is at your side in an instant "No prob man, have fun you two." he winks, collecting the glasses and sauntering off with a wink.

Ari shakes his head with a laugh, “Why don’t you come with me.” he leans down to whisper in your ear. The vibration of his vocals in your ears sending shivers down your spine before he struts forwards, holding out his thick palm for you to grab on to, and almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation. Sliding your smaller palm into his own as he led you through the club.

Your nerves never allowed you to talk much, or make your own decisions, that being the reason you followed the stranger without any question asked, which is exactly why Sare was usually always there to do it for you. But, your drunken confidence had allowed you to go to the bar alone, which you were beginning to really regret. Your confidence being blown out of the park as the attractive beast watched you from infront with a careful eye.

Shortly you arried at the unknown destination, trailing nervously behind Ari as he unlocked a large door, which was infact bolted shut. He pushed open the door, looking down at you, edging you to enter, and so you did. Your eyes lit up as they searched the vast room, expensive furnature lining the room, bottles of champagne worth more than your house filling the cupboards above his desk.

Ari pushed the door closed, moving to sit on a cushioned purple chair, his thick thighs spread wide as he removed his gloves, pouring himself, and you, a glass of his finest drink. His cold eyes beckoned you forwards, your legs shaking as you stepped towards him, standing inbetween his spread legs.

He patted his thigh with one hand "Sit." he called out, his voice sweet yet stern.

You looked at him shocked, your lips parting slightly, were you really going to sit on his lap? A man you just met? Who you didn't even know? "I-I don't think i should Mr Levinson." you whispered.

His eyes grew shades darker at your refusal, not even giving you time to debate your decisions he reached out, gripping your waist in his thick palm and pulling you down, sitting you sideways on his lap as you gasp in shock. His other hand pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you squirmed under the pressure.

"Pretty girl, next time i ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. You understand?" he asked in a low growl.

You swallowed your nerves and nodded gently under his deep gaze, your body trembling.

"Ah ah, words baby."

"Yes, M-Mr Levinson, I-I understand."

Ari groaned underneath his breath, not understanding how lucky he had gotten that a pretty little thing like you would just waltse right in at the perfect moment, almost as if you were made for him. Like a lamb in a lions den. "As much as i love the way you say my name, call me Ari, sweet girl."

Again, you followed his command. "Yes, Ari."

"Good girl." he rumbled, pulling your bottom lip gently inbetween his index and thumb, loving the way you felt on his lap. Your innocence and submissive nature automatically triggering his dominance, his cock growing hard in his slacks as your plump ass squirmed on his knee.

You keened at his praise, a fluttery feeling appearing in your lower half. Of course Ari noticed this, the way your pussy pulsated on his thigh told him all he needed to know.

"You ever been with a man before, sweetheart?" Ari asks while he strokes your hair, not even having to shout due to the soundproof room blocking out the clubs music.

"Um, n-no i haven't, my Grandma wouldn't really approve of that sort of stuff, she said i should wait till m-marriage." you whisper shyly.

Ari blows out a puff of air at your innocence, desperately trying to control himself. All he wants is to ruin you, in every way you can imagine, and more. He smirks, leaning into your shoulder, pressing his nose against your sensitive neck and taking a deep inhale. Groaning softly, your sweet scent driving his instincts wild.

"Your Grandma seems like a very smart lady, little girl. You live with just her, huh?"

"Yeah, i never really knew my m-mom and dad, and my grandpa died shorly after i was born s-so it's pretty much always just been me and her. She does her best to take care of me, taught me everything i know." you speak with a bright smile, Ari notices how your stutter stopped when talking about her, he thought it was sweet, how much you must care about her.

However, the dark side of his mind was quick to take a seat, the realisation that you never had a father figure making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he could be that for you, and knowing you needed a strong man like him in your life to make all those decisions for you.

"I think i changed my mind, baby. Why don't you call me daddy from now on, mkay?" he spoke softly, yet the edge in his tone still clear.

"D-Daddy?" you muttered, confused as to why he would want you to call him that.

He moaned hearing your sweet voice call him by his new found title. Taking a deep breath, he sighed, choosing not to elaborate on his previous statement. "Good girl. I'm gonna' take care of you from now on, yeah? Anything you need, you come to me. Pass me your phone, sweet girl."

"Oh, i-i don't have a phone.. daddy."

Ari's eyebrows knit together softly "You don't have a phone? Why not?"

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "We uhm, w-we can't really afford that sort of stuff."

"Well that just won't do." he speaks in a teasing tone, tickling your waist making you giggle softly.

Suddenly a loud bang causes you to shoot upright, you quickly dash off Ari's lap, moving to stand away from him, his office door slamming shut as a tall moustached man enters. Your eyes widen in fright, knowing how violent the man standing infront of you truly was. You knew who he was too, Sare had told you plenty of stories about the cruel Lloyd Hansen. You often wondered if he even had a soul.

"Man it's fuckin' packed down there, what the fuck are you doing up here." the man groans, not even noticing you until he turns. He lifts his sunglasses, staring you down, his eyes scanning over your figure, pausing and licking his lips at the soft flesh beneath the cut of your dress, your pretty pink dress having ridden up your thighs.

"Lloyd." Ari bellows, sighing in annoyance at his disruption.

A smirk similar to Ari's appears on the man, Lloyd's, face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he speaks in a sultry voice. He begins his descent in your direction and the second gets a little too close, Ari shoots up out of his seat, moving to stand infront of you. A low rumble vibrating through his chest.

Ari stood slightly taller than Lloyd, with broader shoulders and thicker legs, the muscles in his back visible as he stood infront of you, almost as if he was protecting you, a hand wrapped around your hips rubbing his thumb in circular motions over your dress….and of course the most important detail, his luscious full beard compared to Lloyds 90s porn stache. They stared each other down, asserting some sort of dominance over one another… Ari seemingly winning as Lloyd begins to back up.

He lets out a chuckle, lifting his hands in a surrender position, taking a few steps back. "I mean no harm, just wanna' ask the pretty girl for her name, s'all."

You begin to quiver yet again, Lloyd's presence scaring you back into your shell. His dangerous aura sending goosebumps across your trembling figure. "I-I think i sh-should go." you whisper, tugging at the hem of your dress in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.

"Don't move, sweets. Lloyd. Get the fuck out of here man." Ari bellows.

“I think you’ll find this club is mine just as much as it is yours, big bro. C’mon. Introduce me to the beauty.” he chucked yet again, probably at Ari’s fury. Steam was practically pouring out of his ears at this point. He didn’t even want Lloyd looking at you, nevermind talking to you.

“I mean it Lloyd get the fuck outta’ here man-“

Before he can stop you, you make a quick dash for the door and at the sound of Ari's resistance your legs carry you quicker than you could've ever imagined. Not looking back once as you pull the door open, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

You take a deep, your chest heaving at the stress of the situation, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and making your descent down the club stairs, shaking your head in confusion and fear, eager to find your friends, craving their comfort and hearing a hushed "You fuckin' asshole." in the distance.

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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Lloyd breeding you and he has your arms tied behind your back, mouth gagged with your panties, and bent over as he’s mounted behind you, fucking you harder than you ever thought possible. He’s finally claiming you as his and it’s more than you can handle as he aggressively and viciously drives his cock in and out of your sopping wet hole. Your legs are shaking cuz he’s forced so many orgasms out of you, too many for you to count. At this point you’re so overstimulated that you’re crying, tears running down your face. It hurts so much you’re kicking your legs beneath him. Your crying only encourages him and his thrusts become more feral and animalistic and before long his cumming deep inside of you, rope after rope of his cum painting your walls.

Whew this is…yeah I want him to wear me out so bad oh my god!!!! He would turn you into such a wreck, eyes swollen with tears, your hair, makeup, anything and everything you may have on practically in tatters, every part of you tingling and sore and shaking, his cum starting to drip from your holes, your skin warm and slick with sweat and the bruises and love marks he left, please!!!!

#pain kink tw #dubcon tw #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen headcanons

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witchywithwhiskey · 27 days

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Lloyd + 61. “did you really think that would work? cute”

cooped up on a nice spring day

pairing: husband!lloyd hansen x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, choking, light bdsm, bratting, begging, teasing, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, referenced oral sex (f receiving), pet names (it's lloyd so there's a bunch), established relationship, fluff

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt Eva!!! and it's so perfect for Lloyd!! i had a lot of fun writing this one—it has probably the brattiest reader i've written so far, so i hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡

The view outside your husband’s office was beautiful in the spring—in fact, the garden was one of the reasons you’d fallen in love with the house and why Lloyd Hansen had bought it for you. There were so many flowering trees and so much flourishing greenery that you felt like you could stare at it all for hours while Lloyd worked.

And, in fact, that’s exactly what you’d been doing on that particular spring day. Lloyd had even opened the window so you could feel the warm spring breeze against your cheeks and smell the sweet perfume of the lilacs and honeysuckle from the garden. It was a beautiful day and you hoped Lloyd would finish working soon so you could go outside and enjoy the sunshine together.

It had been your intention when you’d strolled into Lloyd’s office in one of your pretty sundresses to entice your husband to go for a walk in the garden with you. You’d had designs about packing a picnic and spreading out a blanket beneath one of the leafy trees to spend the afternoon together. But Lloyd had insisted he couldn’t be pulled away from work—though that hadn’t stopped him from pulling you into his lap.

One thing had led to another and your plan to coax him out of his office had been foiled when he’d talked you into straddling his lap and keeping his cock warm while he worked. With the window open, it had seemed like the perfect compromise. After all, you loved being connected to your husband in such an intimate way, and with you able to stare out the window behind his desk, you’d been content.

For a while.

But your hips ached a little from sitting in the same position for so long, and your body was growing restless from having Lloyd’s perfect cock buried inside you for so many hours without anything in the way of satisfaction. But every time you moved your hips even a little bit, even to readjust yourself, Lloyd’s hand would press firmly against your lower back and he’d urge you to keep still.

You tried to be good, you really did, but the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon and you could feel the beautiful spring day slipping through your fingers, along with all your plans to enjoy it with your husband. A whine worked its way up your throat and you couldn’t bear to bite it back.

“Lloyd, please, can’t we go outside for a little while,” you begged, your arms circling around his shoulders and squeezing him tight while you tried, and failed, to keep your hips from rocking in lazy circles. “You can work later.” Your last word came out on a whimper as you felt the delicious drag of his cock against your inner walls, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Just a little while longer, pet,” Lloyd rumbled distractedly, pressing his hand against your lower back and urging you to still your rolling hips. “You can be a good girl for your husband, can’t you?” He offered you a sly smile as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

Huffing an impatient sigh, you let him stop your movements, muttering, “That’s what you said an hour ago.” If you sounded petulant, that’s because you were. You didn’t even try to hide your mood from your husband, who seemed content with ignoring his wife’s needs.

As if Lloyd could read your mind, he gripped the back of your neck and towed you away from where you’d been draped against his chest so he could look you straight in the eye. “If you give me a few more minutes of peace and quiet, I promise we’ll spend the rest of the afternoon outside,” he said, his tone patient.

But you discovered in that moment that you were all out of patience of your own. You shot Lloyd a glare before you ducked forward and nipped his ear sharply with your teeth, using your cunt to squeeze his cock as hard as your inner muscles could, wringing a grunt from your husband.

“I want to go outside now,” you hissed in his ear, knowing exactly what you were doing and knowing it was going to get a rise out of Lloyd. But that was exactly what you wanted.

Lloyd’s hand slipped easily from the back of your neck to the wrap around the front, his thumb and middle finger digging into your throat just beneath the cut of your jaw. He pushed you back enough so you could feel the full weight of his glower, but you only scowled at him harder.

“Did you really think that would work?” he asked, tilting his head to the side while he looked down at you. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel worried about the dangerous thread in his tone, not when your husband’s attention was finally fully on you. “Cute.”

Then Lloyd was pushing you up by his grip on your throat, rising to stand with a dark look on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. You whimpered when you lifted off his cock, your body feeling unimaginably empty without him inside you, but your husband only snarled at your pitiful sound.

“You wanna go outside? We’ll go outside,” Lloyd muttered, spinning you around and bending you over the sill of the window behind his desk. It didn’t have a screen so your upper body hung out the back of the house, only your husband’s hand holding you around your throat preventing you from tumbling out into the garden. “How’s this, princess, is this outside enough for you?” Lloyd growled in your ear, curling his body over yours and pinning you to the sill.

But it wasn’t enough for you, not when your cunt was leaking with arousal and your inner walls were fluttering pathetically around nothing. “Need you inside me, husband,” you gasped out, squirming your hips beneath Lloyd’s bigger frame, like you could somehow find the tip of him and force him to drive his full length home.

“First you demand I take you outside, then you demand I be inside you,” Lloyd rumbled, his tone mean in that way that made your whole body clench and pleasure to flood your mind. “You’re needy today aren’t you, cupcake?” he asked mockingly, his free hand reaching between your bodies to grip his dick and slide the head through your soaking folds.

You went weak and pliant beneath Lloyd when you were so close to getting what you wanted, your lips forming the first desperate words you could manage. “Yes, yes, so needy for your cock, husband, please give it to me, please, I need you to fuck me, oh god, Lloyd, please!”

With one furious thrust, Lloyd buried the full length of his cock deep in your cunt, the tip ramming against the end of you so hard that you shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Lloyd’s hand tightened around your throat, choking off the loudest of your sounds of pleasure while he curled over your body, his chest pressing to your back, his cock grinding deep in your cunt in a way that made your toes curl.

“Good girl, angel, sound so sweet begging for your husband’s dick,” Lloyd rumbled, his free hand gripping your hip tightly while he pounded into you with short, deep thrusts, his thighs clapping against the backs of yours. “You didn’t need to be such a brat to get me to fuck you, just needed to beg for me.”

You were too far gone with pleasure to respond, but it occurred to you that Lloyd fucking you through the open window of his office was much better than the lazy picnic sex you’d envisioned for the afternoon. Glancing through the garden, you knew if anyone was around, they’d see the obscene tableau you painted, your husband fucking you over the windowsill, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when the brutal thrusting of Lloyd’s cock felt so exquisite, your cunt clenching down on him as your pleasure grew.

“Fuck, fuck, buttercup, your cunt feels too good, you’re gonna make me come,” Lloyd groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder while his hand slipped between your thighs, finding your wet, slippery clit. “Come on your husband’s cock, wife, show me what a good girl you can be with my dick buried deep in this pussy.”

Your orgasm hit you with the suddenness of a champagne cork popping, leaving you awash in wave after wave of dazzling pleasure. A scream tore free from your throat before your husband cut it off with his choking grip. Your body tightened beneath Lloyd, your cunt gripping his cock so hard, it set off his own release. He rutted into you, muttering about your perfect cunt and how you were so good for coming on his cock.

Together, you rode out your releases together, your bodies writhing against the windowsill until you were both finally sated.

Carefully, Lloyd helped you back inside, and he collapsed into his office chair, his arm banded around your waist pulling you down into his lap and keeping you connected. You leaned heavily back against his chest, your body feeling boneless from pleasure, a satisfied smile curling your lips.

Lloyd pressed a kiss to your cheek, the bristles of his mustache tickling your skin gently and making you giggle softly.

“Will you be a good girl and let me finish my work now?” he asked in a low, delicious rumble.

You stretched out your arms and legs, your spine curving and pushing your chest out so Lloyd could see the way your nipples poked against the thin cotton of your sundress. Grinning like the cat that got the cream, you relaxed back into Lloyd’s lap, humming in contentment.

“I think I can manage for a little while, husband,” you purred, but you tilted your head and caught his eye. “But only for a little while.” There was a warning in your tone that made Lloyd chuckle.

“I wouldn’t dream of keeping you cooped up on such a nice spring day, wife,” Lloyd murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “At least, not for much longer.”

True to his word, Lloyd finished his work soon after and, together, the two of you went out into the gardens for a late lunch. You ate the food you’d prepared for the picnic you’d planned, and then Lloyd settled between your thighs to devour you for dessert.

You laid back on your picnic blanket beneath a shady tree in the garden of your home and let your husband worship your body. After all, it was what you deserved for being such a good wife, and his good girl, while he’d kept you cooped up for so much of the nice spring day.

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