#lloyd hansen drabble | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

babyjakes · 5 months

Text

a diamond's gotta shine.

〈 disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog's commitment to protecting minors, read our full statement here. 〉

event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

551 notes · View notes

vellicore · 3 months

Text

Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding.

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened.

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.”

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad.

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

#vellicores writing event #lloyd hansen #step dad lloyd hansen #step dad!lloyd hansen #stepdad!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen ficlet #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen drabble #chris evans #the gray man

355 notes · View notes

imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

Note

Hiya!💗 my request, is about Lloyd Hansen, where like the reader accidentally does something to make him mad, and it kind of like flips a switch in him and they fight and he says something really mean, it can be about maybe the reader does something to make him mad, maybe he points out something about her and makes the reader insecure and then the reader becomes distant then Lloyd notices and realizes he messed up and tries to fix it?? Love your work btw 💗

hey! thank you so much! I hope you like it!

summary - the reader does something that causes lloyd to snap, he says some words he doesn't mean, and she becomes distant. do they fix their relationship?

warning - angst, thoughts of cheating, insults, slight fluff, self-hate.

the gif I use isn't mine, the divider by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You were a smart girl. Why had you done something so stupid?

You had decided to clean the house while Lloyd was away, wanting him to come home to a clean house. You didn’t mean to knock liquid over vital documents. It was an honest mistake. You didn’t know they were the only copy, you had tried so hard to fix your error before Lloyd came home, but unfortunately, you didn’t do it in time.

“What the fuck is this?” Your eyes shoot up, and you stare wide-eyed at Lloyd. His eyes dart down to the destroyed papers. His brows furrow as a sneer appears on his face. “Are those the fucking papers I needed?!” He storms over, ripping the drenched papers out of your hands and glaring down at you.

“I–’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to–”

“Trying to what? Ruin everything?” He growls, chucking the papers into the trash and looking around the room. “You couldn’t just leave shit alone? You had to be annoying and ruin everything like you always do!” You blink as tears blind your vision, Lloyd’s frown deepens, and he grips your arm before dragging you to the door. “Oh, are you going to cry now? Of course, you are! Because that’s all, you know how to do! I don’t even know why I’m with you! You’re not even my fucking type! So fucking ugly and useless.” He growls, the words just spewing out of his mouth now without thought.

You gulp back the sob that’s trying to make its way out. You nod your head slowly, freeing yourself from his grip, before running out of the room and to your and Lloyd’s room. You grab some of your clothes and move them to the guest room, not feeling comfortable staying in the same room as Lloyd. You spent the night crying into your pillow. What made it worse was that you could hear Lloyd inside the house, having the time of his life.

A stabbing pain made its way to your heart when you heard the sound of a female laughing. You slowly got up and began to get ready. You didn’t want to be here if Lloyd was going to cheat on you, which hurt the most because you never thought he’d go that far, but you guess you really disappointed him.

You slither into tight black pants, pulling on a tight black mesh corset covered in flowers and gold. You slide on your black-heeled boots and mess your hair up slightly before applying light makeup to your face, finishing it off with a dark red lip. You decide to spray Lloyd’s favourite perfume onto your skin, loving the musky scent of vanilla.

You open the door and begin to walk out of the room, making sure to grab your bag and phone before walking through the hallway and past the lounge room where Lloyd and the mystery woman sit. You keep your head up, not wanting to see who your replacement will be because you know it will break you even more.

“Baby! There you are! Where are you going?” You hear his voice but decide to ignore him. You continue to walk down the steps and toward the front door. You are so zoned out that you don’t hear him calling out to you or running to catch up to you. You are only brought out of the zone when he seems to grab your arm, and Lloyd frowns when you flinch from his touch.

“What, Lloyd? What could you possibly want now? Don’t you have a whore waiting for you upstairs? Couldn’t have waited till you broke up with me to fuck someone else?” You glare at him, not wanting to be around him.

His brows furrow, wondering why you are acting like this or why you’d think he’d cheat on you. His eyes drift down your body and take in your outfit, wondering where you could be going wearing something like that without him by your side. Before he can open his mouth to say something, you rip your arm out of his grasp and swiftly exit.

It’s been a few days since the fight, and Lloyd has noticed you’ve been avoiding him. You become distant whenever he manages to be in the same room as you— A shell of yourself. You’d flinch whenever Lloyd touched you, causing his heart to break. He couldn’t put his finger on why you were acting like this.

He’s sitting at his desk in his office, going through some paperwork. His phone goes off, causing him to groan as he answers it. “What?!” You do not mean to eavesdrop on his phone call as you walk past his office. “What do you mean you can’t get rid of her?! Didn’t I pay you enough?! I told you that she’s useless to me! So what the fuck are you waiting for?!” You jump slightly, feeling detached more as you realise this is over. You should’ve left that night. You knew he slept with her when you came home. How else could you explain the destroyed lounge and his messy clothes?

You gulp, head back to your room, and sit on the uncomfortable mattress. Your head goes into your hands as sobs escape your body. “Why do I have to ruin everything? Why am I so fucking ugly and useless?!” You sob, tears flowing down your face as you realise you’ve lost the one person you’ve ever loved. You are so lost in your pain that you don’t see Lloyd standing at the door, his eyes tearing up as he listens to your words. He finally realises why you’ve been so distant. “I’m so fucking pathetic that he goes and fucks someone after a fight. Why me?”

Lloyd quickly launches forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you and holding your shaking body against his, rocking you gently as he whispers into your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He presses a kiss into your hair, tears flowing down his face. “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. You’re my one. My only.”

Your body leans into him as he continues to hold you. “I never cheated on you, Pumpkin. She was the target, but the men I hired screwed up, and she got away.” You slowly turn, looking at him through blurry eyes. Lloyd’s heart breaks at how broken you look. He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to forgive me now. I will do anything and everything to make this up to you. Whatever you want is yours.” He stares into your eyes before he stands and lifts you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, about to ask where he’s taking you until you realise he’s heading toward your room. “You’ve been sleeping on that awful mattress, and it’s time for you to stay in our bed,” Lloyd demands, lying down on the bed and wrapping you into his arms, making a promise in his head that he will never hurt you again.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

1K notes · View notes

thezombieprostitute · 3 months

Text

Lloyd Hansen Drabble

Warnings: Implied kidnapping and non/dub consent. Please let me know if I missed any.

You’re still not sure how your coworkers convinced you to go out for a girls’ night at the bar after work. It was very much not your scene and it seemed like everyone at the bar was happy to remind you of that. Well, at least until some jackass with more confidence than brains walked in. He looked like he’d just come from a fight, the bruises and split lip being the only things distracting from his mustache.

For whatever reason he locked in on you immediately. He sidled up to you, completely ignoring the petite women who were clearly into his tough-guy look. “I’m Lloyd. What are you drinking, Gorgeous?”

“I was actually just getting ready to go home,” you retort. “This isn’t really my scene. Best of luck with one of the other girls, though.”

He grabs your arm as you go to leave, “hold it there, Sweet Cheeks. I’m offering you a free drink, the least you can do is smile and be grateful.”

You shake your arm loose, “I already told you, I’m not interested in another drink so your offer means nothing. Please leave me alone.”

“How can you be polite while also being so damn rude? I’m offering you a chance with all of this,” he gestures towards himself, “and I know how to make a woman happy.”

“Clearly you don’t or you’d have listened to me and left me alone.” You turn around and hurry through the crowd, trying to escape him.

He grabs you just outside the door and you smack him across the face. Not hard enough to leave yet another mark on his already beaten up face but hard enough to make him let go of you. You look around for the bouncer but see him turning the other way as a man you don’t recognize gives him a wad of cash. You’re not going to get any help.

He gives you a leering smile, “so feisty. I’m used to the desperate ugly chicks fawning under my attention. You’re different.”

“Yeah, I’m not desperate. Leave me alone!” You try to back away but the stranger who bribed the bouncer has moved behind you, blocking off your exit.

“You’re not desperate yet, Sweet Cheeks. Not yet. But I can fix that.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to learn: you never say “no” to Lloyd Hansen.”

@alicedopey

#dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x plus size!reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen drabble

129 notes · View notes

boxofbonesfic · 2 years

Photo

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here.

“Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

This time, you cannot force your eyes to remain locked on the gray stone. You peek up through your lashes, your breath suspended in your lungs as Lord Thayne bows his head respectfully despite the prince’s insult.

“My Prince, when your Lord father bade his court to bring forth their eligible daughters, he did not specify that only those with suitable Omega offspring come forward.” The prince’s eyes narrow, and for a fearful moment you wonder if he will reach for his sword. But his hand only twitches upon the gilded, polished wood of the throne.

“Lord Thayne, how long have you served my father?” He asks quietly, leaning forward to address the older man. Thayne casts a rather unsure look about the silent, almost empty throne room. Indeed, only his Majesty, the Prince and the King’s counsel of advisors were present, other than Lord Thayne and his red-faced daughter. You try to make yourself as small as possible, shrinking against the wall as you clutch desperately at the bundle of herbs in the pockets of your skirt.

“Two score years at least, my Prince.” Thayne answers. Confusion is written in the deep wrinkles lining his brow.

“And in that time, Lord Thayne, how often would you say the King himself has asked you to rule in his stead?” The room grows so quiet, you swear you can hear the sound of Thayne’s heart pounding as his eyes widen.

“M-my Prince, I—” The prince holds up a hand, quieting him.

“You have not ruled a kingdom, Lord Thayne. You have not even ruled a fiefdom. How can you claim to know the will of His Majesty? From the looks of it, the only place you hold counsel is your own home, and even that is lacking.”

Lord Thayne’s face is red with anger and embarrassment, his hands clutched into angry fists at his sides. You feel even worse for his daughter, who stands stoically behind him, though her eyes are glassy and wet with unshed tears. Prince Lloyd sighs, waving a dismissively.

“I grow bored of this endless parade of incompetence.” He looks to his left, where advisor Carmichael nervously wrings his hands. “Lord Carmichael. Inform my father I am finished for the day. I will see no more.”

Silently, you move through the throne room as they depart. You gather their discarded goblets, and other refuse as quickly as you can, eager to escape from the chamber. Your movements are quick and nervous. The room is muddy with scents,ball pushing up against one another. Your hand strays to the bundle of wormwood and verbena hidden in the pocket of your skirt.

The prince’s cruel insults still ring in your ears as you make your way through the vast hall, your head lowered. Though they were meant as insults, you hear them as threats. You know what the prince seeks—what he has sought relentlessly since your first heat a month ago.

The memory still dredges up needle-sharp fear. The prince pounding insistently at the door to the servant’s quarters, scratching at it until his fingernails bled and his throat grew hoarse from shouting.

“It’ll block your scent, mostly.” You hope Piha was right, her nervous instruction in the servant’s quarters weeks before would now be tested. You pluck up the pieces of shattered glass, making a basket of your apron. A sly glance through your lashes tells you Prince Lloyd has not noticed you. His rapt attention remains on the advisors, and their urgent whispers.

Good.

Madge drops a few more pieces of jagged glass into your apron, and eyes the stained tapestry with frustration.

“I shall have to have one taken from the east wing to replace it. Dispose of these,” she waves a hand at you. “There is more work to be done upon your return.”

Though you are only temporarily dismissed, you feel lighter as you leave the throne room. It worked. You feel almost giddy, heartened by your success. You dump the glass in your apron into the dirt outside the kitchens, giving it a good shake to dislodge any stubborn shards. I shall have to pick the herbs fresh once a week, so they stay fresh—So preoccupied with your thoughts are you that the crunch of dry dirt under boots goes completely unnoticed.

“You think to deceive me with weeds?” The cool voice stops you in your tracks as the hair at the back of your neck stands up. The prince watches you from the doorway his eyes dark. He runs his tongue across his lips. “Omega.”

“M-my P-prince, I—” Your eyes dart nervously around the small courtyard, searching for an exit. “I-I am not—”

“Do not lie to me.” He snarls, taking a menacing step forward. “Come here, Omega.” A miserable little whine bubbles out from between your lips as you try to resist the command, sweat beading at your brow as your body tries to move without your permission. You lose, though, releasing a shuddering breath as your feet carry you right to him. You despise the part of you that preens at his attention, the part of you that had fought and cried to be allowed to answer the prince’s desperate calls weeks earlier.

He slips a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head to the side. The modest neckline of your dress hides the untouched gland at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Slowly, the prince undoes the clasp, and you hear him hum low in his throat with approval at your unmarked skin.

“I thought myself mad,” he says, tracing the shape of your gland through your skin. “But I wasn’t, was I, Omega?” Prince Lloyd chuckles. “Though if you had your way, I would still be chasing shadows.” He undoes another few, his fingers straying across each inch of new skin he reveals. The impropriety of it makes you tremble, though your body refuses to cooperate with your desire to flee. “You are a lovely thing, aren’t you?” He murmurs appreciatively, either ignorant of or unbothered by the discomfort on your face.

Alpha hasn’t given permission.

“Pl-please, m-my Prince, I won’t tell anyone, I—” You hiccup wetly as terrified tears well in your wide eyes. “Th-the King will not stand for it!” You hope to temper his lust with the mention of his father. He is a prince, invisible to the eye of the law—but you know the price of attempting to rise above one’s station, and indeed it will be you who has to pay it. Prince Lloyd inhales you deeply, his eyes rolling half shut as he hums low in his throat.

“My Lord father is already half in his grave,” the prince sighs irreverently. “How long do you suppose he has to be angry with me?” He reaches for the tie to your stays, and you cannot stop yourself from catching his hand. Lloyd sneers at you. “You deceive your prince. You lie to him. Deny him.” As he speaks his voice grows crueler. “Lamb, I know you know the punishment for treason. The sentence is not light.”

He reaches again for your corset stays, and you whimper as he undoes them. “P-please, please, Your Majesty, n-not here—“

“Everywhere, Omega,” he hisses, “And anywhere I desire. Now, or in a fortnight, I am your King.” The prince tugs at the fabric of your dress so roughly you fear he’ll tear it and leave you with nothing to cover your shame once he’s through. His kiss is needy and rough, his tongue slipping between your trembling lips. You despise it, though the dark, wanting thing purring in the back of your mind glories in his forceful dominance.

The chaste nothings you’d shared with others before you’d been old enough to really know their meaning cannot compare to this. The gland in your neck throbs, the skin around it heating as Lloyd presses his thumb against it. You whimper into his mouth and he devours it greedily, leaving you breathless and dizzy when he pulls away. The prince’s eyes are even darker than before, the blackness of his pupils swallowing up the blue. ‘

He finishes with your stays, and the modest corset falling to the dirt between you.

“Do you think it will matter?” He asks, sliding his hand into the open fabric, pushing it from your shoulder to bare the smooth skin beneath. “What your father’s name was, the lands he never held—do you think any of it will fucking matter?” He cups your breast, dragging his thumb across swelling nipple. “My word is the truth. You are what I say you are.” Lloyd’s mustache scratches against your cheek as he rubs his face against yours, scent marking you.

The warmth simmering beneath your skin grows to a fever pitch, and suddenly your dress feels itchy and uncomfortable against you, your undergarments constricting. There is a sickening want growing in your chest as the prince’s mouth moves down the line of your throat, his teeth nipping at your flesh.

“T-the people with think me a w-whore, your Majesty,” your words end in a whimper as he withdraws quickly. “I-it is indecent, my Prince, i-it will not stand before the council—”

“The council are a bunch of doddering old fools who would rather mind their tongues than lose their heads.” He grasps your chin with one hand while he rucks up the fabric of your dress with the other. Cold stone bites into your back through the cloth as Lloyd presses you into the wall. “And once I place a crown on your pretty head, it will be treason to utter your name and the word whore in the same sentence.”

His words are meant to be soothing, to belay the fear bubbling in your chest, but they do not. You see the golden cage for what it is—a prison, a pretty one. You press your thighs together as his fingers skirt across your vulva, even as your cunt pulses with shameful wetness.

“Open for me, Lamb.” The command is impossible to deny. Your thighs part inch by reluctant inch until Prince Lloyd’s hand fits easily between them. He chuckles cruelly as he slides his fingers through your slick folds. “You see? It’s in your nature, my Omega.” He breathes the words against your lips as he claims them again. “Your nature is to serve.” He circles your traitorously swelling clit with a finger. “Serve me. To love me.”

His fingers force a sharp gasp from your trembling lips, and your own tangle in his fine tunic. You’re burning from within, burning for him, and he is stoking it. Prince Lloyd’s mouth slides over the curve of your cheek and down your throat until his teeth are pushing sharply into the skin above your mating gland.

Dizzy euphoria washes over you as your bleary eyes turn heavenward, staring up at the late summer sky.

“What is it the priests say?” He chuckles, and you taste the copper of your own blood in the air. “Let none tear asunder what the Gods have made one.”

fin

Hello friends! I no longer maintain a taglist, so please follow @box-of-bones-library for updates and new work, thank you!

Likes and comments are amazing, but reblogs are golden! Please consider sharing my work so that others can see it too!

815 notes · View notes

lokiandbuckysdoll · 9 months

Text

Lloyd Drabble

You didn’t even hear Lloyd come home until you felt him wrap his arms around your waist. You were a little startled until he gave you a tender kiss on the top of your head and held you close to him while inhaling your wonderful aroma. As you turn to face him while still in his grasp, your palm gently touches his cheek and you make eye contact with him. "What's wrong, my love?"

Lloyd sighs, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Nothing, Sunshine. I just missed you.” His tenderness makes you melt from the inside out, pulling your body closer to him. As you kiss him and smile while enjoying the tickle of his mustache. He breaks from the kiss and looks around, noting how quiet the house is in comparison to typical loudness.

He was about to question you to inquire as to where your daughter was, but you beat him to it. You look at the time, "Lilly is out with the babysitter until Four, which means we'll have the house to ourselves for two hours" You raised an eyebrow and offered him a suggested smirk.

“Oh, is that true? Does my little wifey want some attention?" he asked with a smirk. Someone interrupted you just as you were ready to respond. Lloyd briefly grins at you before lowering his sight to your protruding belly.

“I'm sorry, is my little bean feeling left out?" He rests his ear on your abdomen and feels the baby kick. You both simultaneously exclaimed "Ow!" Lloyd points a finger at your belly “Little bean, please stop kicking your mother so forcefully” He massaged your belly and then kissed it before speaking, "Daddy loves you and can't wait to meet you soon, but right now I need to take care of Mommy," he stood up.

“Now Mrs. Hansen, we have two hours alone. So would you like to be treated like my slutty pregnant housewife?" he pulls you close and you can feel the wetness pool in your panties. " I'd thought you'd never asked Mr. Hansen" You pulled him down for a passionate yet hungry kiss. That night you needed the sitter to keep Lilly out a little longer.

TAGS🏷️ @imyourbratzdoll @hannibals-favourite-meal @silverfire475 @vbecker10 @hallecarey1 @lyds247 @shadeysprings @nana1000night

#llyod hansen #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen x female reader

234 notes · View notes

onsunnyside · 2 years

Note

Lloyd: You're my dirty, sweet pumpkin. You like when I call you that, huh? Like being my pumpkin? Do you know what good pumpkins have? Lots of seeds...

uhm… it’s summer but what about Halloween with the moustache daddy 🎃

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | Halloween costumes, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, smidge of size kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, grinding, exhibitionism - almost caught, pussy slapping

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You go to a Halloween carnival with your boyfriend.

𝗪/𝗖 | 731

𝗔/𝗡 | I AM SO FERAL FOR THIS MAN

It’s so dark, you can barely see your own feet, but with the strobe lights, you can faintly make out the man a few inches before you. He’s wearing that sickening smile with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, “What do you say to a little fooling around, sunshine?”

His hand trails up your bare thigh, hiking up your white skirt. “Lloyd—not here.” You whisper, anxiously fixing your headband with those fuzzy brown ears.

The door at the end of the hallway opens and in walks a group of men, all dressed in their own costumes for the festive day. They’re clinging to each other, shouting and laughing at the giant mechanical spiders and robotic zombie hands poking out through the walls.

You fear they’ll notice you—see the girl trapped by a tall man dressed as a cop. For the most part, his costume is convincing, especially with his moustache. The little plastic badge is pinned on the navy uniform that clings to his built shoulders and arms like a second skin. Even the belt is packed with several pouches and a shiny gun tucked into the holster.

He never told you if it was real, but you had your suspicions.

Lloyd watches them go by, hat tilted over his dark eyes. You jump at a particularly loud thump, the speakers blast scary music and terrible high-pitched screams.

Now, this is when they’ll spot you, when the lights are the brightest as they reach the huge ghostly painting a few doors down.

But no, they’re too busy freaking out about the jumpscare clown at the end of the hall. As the group enters the next section, the door falls shut and muffles their screams.

That leaves you shoved into the crook of a doorway, flimsy skirt flipped up and exposing your panties—including that wet spot too.

“C’mon, don’t you wanna be stuffed like a real teddy bear?” Lloyd hooks your leg over his hip, forcing you to lean against the closed door. He reaches down, rubbing over your cotton underwear with his thick fingers. “Don’t you want to be daddy’s good girl?”

As your hips move on their own, your hands scramble for purchase on his broad shoulders. You moan softly, lips puckered in a pout, “y-you didn’t want to fuck me before we left, that’s your fault if you want to now—” in a damn haunted house.

He moves one of your hands to his growing bulge and cocks a moustached grin, “I think that attitude just got you some jail time, sweetheart.” He leans close, his volume is loud enough for you to hear over the haunting piano keys, “you know these handcuffs are real? They’re meant for really bad people,” like himself. “And little girls with big mouths like you. I hope you know when you get these on, they aren’t coming off until you’re begging.”

Lloyd takes great pride in your whimpers and the way your bottom lip trembles as your fingers hook into his belt, tugging him closer. He pulls your panties to the side, and feeds off of the pleasure on your face as he grinds against you, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his clothed cock.

“Or maybe I’ll go easy on you, maybe I’ll fuck you in the corn maze or the pumpkin patch.” He gropes your ass, lips ghosting your neck as he inhales your perfume. “Fill my pretty pumpkin to the brim, stuff my little teddy bear until you can’t take it anymore. Maybe you can finally make me a real daddy.”

At that, you whine loudly, yanking him forward with your leg around his waist and grinding desperately against the air. All too many times he’s pulled out, spurting his cum on your face, belly, back or ass, sometimes on your cunt before he licked you clean. You quickly nod, pleading, “Want to make you a daddy, l-let me have your babies, ah!” You’re caught off guard as he spanks your pussy in quick succession, his pinky ring cold against your heat, “Please, please—”

“Hush now, you’ll get us caught.” He looks down, it’s still significantly dark in the hallway but he can see the wetness coating your folds, and his mouth waters. “You're my dirty, sweet pumpkin. You like when I call you that, huh? Like being my pumpkin? Do you know what good pumpkins have? Lots of seeds...”

2K notes · View notes

shotgunbunny · 1 year

Note

Cotton tails+Lloyd

That man loves seeing you with a bunny tail plug. His real life little dumb bunny.

༻𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞༺

Ofc bestie he is obsessed with his bunny! Lloyd is so unhinged and underrated 😌 let's give him some soft loving and smut! I'm continuing this off my sugar daddy Au!

(warnings!! Smut!! Breeding kink!! Buttplug!! Blood!! Naked reader!! Kinda forced breeding the reader is too horny to care!! Bloody Lloyd!! Spitting!! So much dirty talk he needs to wash his mouth with soap!!)

You had been waiting all day for Lloyd to get home. Ever since he met your parents he had taken such good care of you. He spoiled you daily and made sure you came first every time. And although it was amazing, you wanted to treat Lloyd. You wanted him to get home and immediately have his cock hard.

So you were clad only in a tiny thong that was fluffy in the pain area, and you matched it with a cottontail buttplug. You wore a tiny skimpy bra that was also fluffy too and adorned on your head was a set of bunny ears. But the more you wore the outfit, the less you liked the lingerie.

You had time, so you decided to strip naked, leaving only the plug in and your bunny ears on. With a sigh you wandered into the kitchen bored of waiting and decided to get something to eat while you waited. You sat on a stool, so that your back was facing the front door. You little cotton tail visible. You texted Lloyd.

hurry home I miss you :(

will be home soon bunny, don't you worry your pretty little head.

You groaned and watched YouTube videos to pass time, eventually you got so stuck into watching videos that you didn't even hear the front door open or the sound of shoes being taken off.

Lloyd could've groaned at the sight before him. Your little cotton tail sticking out of your ass, your bunny ears, sat naked. Fuck he was so hard. "What a good little bunny I have!" You jumped, and quickly turned your phone off and turned around a dopey smile on your face.

You took in his appearance. He looked like a mad man and it made your pussy drool. Blood splattered across his white shirt and his face. You hopped off your stool and ran to him. You jumped onto him. Wrapping your legs around his waist. He immediately put his large paws under your ass groping it and groaning. You peppered his face in kisses until your pressed your lips together.

He immediately began walking to your bedroom all while locking your tongues together and exploring your mouth. You felt Lloyd stop walking and you pulled away staring at him dazed. He dropped you, shocking you out of you dumb state. You landed on soft silk sheets and pushed back until your head was on the pillows watching dreamily as Lloyd undressed.

He presented his glorious body to you with a smirk. He walked up to you and took two pillows next to you and stuffed them under your hips. "If you're gonna be my bunny, then I'm gonna have to fuckin' breed you like one." He looked down at your body and 2 of his fingers gathered your slick and he took it into his mouth and moaned. "Your pussy is so ready for daddy to cum in it. For daddy to split it open with his big cock."

He got on top of you peppering you body with kisses all while dragging his tip up and down your folds before he slowly pushed in. All the while he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking while groaning at how tight your cunt was. When he was sunk all the way in, he bit your nipple and pulled away. "Gonna fuckin' breed you. Gonna make you round with my child. No. Our child." You moaned at he began rocking his hips while speaking his promises to your dumb form.

He kept thrusting while littering hickey's everywhere on you. He stared down at you making eye contact. "This is my fucking tight cunt. I'm gonna fuckin' fill it and you're not gonna whine once." You tightened and he groaned, you were about to moan when he encase his mouth over yours and swallowed your moan. He pulled away, a strong of spit connecting you both and he smoothered it all over your face. A strand of his hair had come undone as he was pounding you making him look like a God.

A merciful God as he touched your clit and frantically rubbed while licking your jawline. He spat on your cheek and let out a gutteral groan at you, splayed underneath him. Covered in his spit, taking his fat cock so well. "Open your mouth bunny. Now." You mouth fell open, obeying his command and he spat in your mouth. "Close your mouth and swallow." You did as he ordered, consuming the essence of Lloyd.

"Fuck you're so close bunny. The second you cum on this cock, daddy's cumming in you. Marking this pussy as mine. Gonna ruin all other men for you bunny. You're mine. Forever." You whined and tucked your head into the crook of his neck and bit trying to silence your babbles and cries. You were so close. "You're gonna make me a real daddy. You're gonna be mine forever."

With a gasp you unlatched your teeth from his neck and curled your toes and scratched his back. Cumming with a loud scream of his name. He soon followed, his shallow thrusts getting more frantic and desperate until he sunk and the way down. Your hips rubbing eachothers, your mark on his neck becoming visible to your eyesight seeing the blood leaking from where your teeth bit into him.

With a gutteral groan of your name that sounded so heavenly, he came inside you. Never once pulling out. Instead he settled on top of you and reached under you and gently pulled your plug out. You came around his cock again at the release of the plug. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist and fell asleep on your tips that were covered in his drool. His cock still inside you filling you with his spunk. "Gonna keep fucking you until you're pregnant. Gonna need to put a pretty rock on that finger too." You were too dazed out to even hear his words as always. You were just glad he liked you being his bunny.

#lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen smut #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen au #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen imagine #anon ask

748 notes · View notes

ronearoundblindly · 12 days

Note

Ooh ooh can we do D Y Z for Lloyd please? I absolutely love this game!

From this dirty ask game, but Z - Zones has already been answered here.

This game in general, but more specifically everything Lloyd, is MINORS DNI. Boi is nasty and rude and I hate to love himwe love to hate him.

D -Dominance

"More? You want more, you selfish bitch?" He grips your jaw harshly, fingertips digging into your cheeks. "I tell you what you need and when. I'll even give you a hint. Neither of us needs your fucking mouth right now. You'll take what I give you--" he leans so close his mustache tickles the rim of your ear "--and I will love it. Lloyd's hips snap forward, shoving you into the furniture so hard your thighs sting. "Understand?" You know he doesn't expect an answer, he told you your mouth was not required, and (whether it proves or disproves his point) he pushes two thick fingers against your tongue and holds them there until he's satisfied.

So, uh, yeah. Lloyd is a very mean dom. The type of dominant male that isn't actually a Dom because there is no safe word or system to protect you. This is not rocket science.

But...and that's a big 'but,' IF I could figure out a way to write him a repeat and consistent--the word 'lover' doesn't seem to apply here, hold up, eh, let's go with--fuck buddy, I think Lloyd would enjoy harsh pampering, someone super strict about his appearance, too, and someone brutal in their caring for him.

He would not see this as being dominated, and he would not allow it to go very far. It's not--well, I'm having trouble describing this--equal control, per se, but I think outside of sex he would appreciate someone as severe and indifferent as he is. Not a partner, bit like an appliance he finds useful, half-'sexy-butler-he-owns' and half-'a-showpiece-of-a-sextoy.' Right? That made sense. Totally articulate. For sure...

Bottomline, I hope you don't have any 'no's on your list; he'll make that his first priority of shit to do to you.

Y - Yes, Master

Lloyd.

It's not, like, a great name, is it?

Yeah, so he's good with all the power monikers--mister, master, sir, my king, my lord, whatever--and you get all the shaming ones--fatass, tubby, chubby, chubs, fuck toy, bitch, slut, whore...you get the picture.

The absolute truth is that he's...not really listening to you. He'll feed you lines of what he wants to hear, and even if you improvise things guaranteed to stroke his ego, Lloyd doesn't care. None of this is for you.

I should mention that 'daddy' is NOT on that list because it implies some sort of caring, or the requirement/expectation of care. This means something to Lloyd in the worst possible way. He hates the idea of owing you--or anyone else--anything.

If he refers to himself as 'Daddy,' if he asks you to call him 'Daddy,' FUCKING RUN.

He is in the mood to torture. He wants to feel responsible for the pain you are about to be in. For the love of all that is holy, degrading, or anywhere in between, get the fuck out of there and touch grass! You are not safe.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: how has no one kicked me out of this fandom yet??? this damn game has made me flood the poor steve smut tag, and i probably got blocked by a bunch of people sick of my shit 😭😭😭 i'm sorry!

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n

25 notes · View notes

babyjakes · 4 months

Text

did something bad.

event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

249 notes · View notes

vellicore · 7 months

Text

Order Me Around Summary: Your relationship with Lloyd Hansen could be summed up with one word — toxic.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Warnings: spitting, choking, rough sex (p in v), degradation, humiliation, Lloyd Hansen (yes he's a warning), hate sex

A/N: As always my blog and writing are intended for adults only. 18+ Only. All mistakes and errors are my own. You do not have permission to copy or translate my work. Pay attention to all warnings provided. You are responsible for your own media consumption. PLEASE DO NOT REPORT MY WORK. Divider by @cafekitsune KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

You never knew how sex with Lloyd was going to be. It was as if every time, he aimed to surprise you with something new. It didn’t help that 8/10 times the two of you were hate fucking.

Your current situation occurred because you decided to go against his orders. You knew that you’d be able to get to the target despite his objections. Just as you had expected, you took down the asshole with no issues. But that didn’t stop Lloyd from being pissed.

The two of you spent close to half an hour screaming at one another before he had you shoved up against the wall.

“You think you’re real cute, don’t you, Sunshine? You’d think I’d have fucked the brat out of you by now.” You hated how his words went straight down to your cunt. Even more so, you hated the whimper that left your lips.

Before you knew it, clothes were being discarded across the room. Your hands pawed at his chest, scratching down his muscular chest.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” He spats before thrusting hard into your weeping cunt. All you could do was moan in response. Your arms go lax to your sides.

Lloyd manages a couple of hard thrusts before his hand moves to your throat. He caresses his thumb along your pulse point before his grip tightens. This wasn’t the first time he’d choked you. But this was the first time he did it so tightly.

You couldn’t tell if you were more turned on or scared at this point. It certainly felt like both as his hips continued to drive in you. Each thrust causes your pussy to clench around him.

“Is this all I have to do? Squeeze this little neck of yours until you listen. Well, let’s see if you’ve actually learned a lesson.” His hand then moves from your throat to your cheeks and squeezes. Without warning, he spits directly into your mouth. “Be a good whore, and swallow. We both know how much you love it.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen drabble #chris evans

236 notes · View notes

universitypenguin · 2 years

Text

Part IV

Summary: The bargain is fulfilled.

Word Count: 5,195

Warnings: explicit sexual content, erotica level detail smut, highly inappropriate for minors. 18+ readers only. Foul language, references to virginity, lots of fluff, and also, semi-rough sex. We can't have one without the other, right?

Master List

Previous Chapter: Part III

Part IV - The Princess & the Lawyer

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lloyd pushed you toward the bed.

“Lay flat.”

You did as told, only vaguely aware of anything except the pulsing need between your legs. He shoved a pillow behind your head and sat down next to your hips. Lloyd drew up the knee closest to him and draped it over his lap. You were spread open like this, with your left leg curled halfway around his torso.

His dark head bent to kiss the soft flesh of your belly. Goosebumps broke out at the unexpected tenderness as he peppered kisses across your stomach. Then he stroked your thigh, and you couldn’t help but stiffen. It wasn’t from rejection, but alarm at the approaching loss of control. Lloyd checked in with you, reading your expression and going soft. He patted your inner thigh and kissed the hollow of your hip.

“It’s okay.”

“What… what if I can’t?”

You were a little afraid of how powerfully your body was reacting. Everything he did affected you like an earthquake. And he’d just zoned in on your most vulnerable, sensitive area, one you hadn’t known existed. That master key he’d touched with an expert curl of his long fingers frightened as much as fascinated. The laser focus radiating from him warned that he wouldn’t go easy on you, first time or not. The carnal gleam in his eye was like looking at a tiger that had scented blood.

Lloyd chuckled, husky and knowing.

“Oh, cupcake. Don’t worry about cumming. I’ll take care of you. All you need to do is hold still.”

There was humor in his voice, because you were already squirming, too aroused to stay in place. You whimpered as he stroked his fingertips over your inner thigh. You prayed there was a cure for this awful tension. Lloyd must have sensed your fear, the need for reassurance that you’d survive what was coming, because he pried your hand from the blanket you were clenching and laced your fingers together.

“Princess, listen. I’m going to push you over the edge. And when you fall, I’ll catch you, too.”

You shivered as he stroked your thigh again. This time you spread your legs open a little more in response. Despite your fear, it was an invitation, permission for access to your softest flesh. Lloyd pushed a single finger into your channel. You whined, unsatisfied by the stretch.

“I know. You want more. Not yet, cupcake. Show me how good you can take one, and I’ll think about giving you another.”

You arched into his hand. Lloyd made a pleased sound in his throat. His satisfaction filled you with more joy than it should. He crooked his finger and didn’t hold back. He found the spot, stroked to bring it to life, and then he was fucking it, with harsh movements of his wrist. You screamed at the brutal pleasure that whipped up your spine, rocketed your pelvis into the air, and cut through your body. The pleasure was as intense as pain, violent, as it wrung out your muscles. That master key, the spot he’d teased, was mercilessly pounded. At the same time, his thumb worked your dewy clit with equal vigor. You were thrashing and sobbing, your sex undulating around his finger.

Suddenly, he thrust in a second digit. Your heels dug into the bed and your spine stiffened. You were so wet your thighs were slick, but the invasion made you flinch anyway. Lloyd murmured to you. His voice was soothing as he let go of your hand and pressed on your belly, holding you down. Your inner muscles burned as they accepted the thick intrusion.

“Fuck,” you breathed, struggling to keep still.

Lloyd eased closer, using his weight to keep your hips pinned. He rocked his fingers gently across the spot. You flexed and groaned.

“More, please… Lloyd!”

He passed his thumb over your clit and you jerked, trying to close your knees. The way he’d arranged your legs prevented the action. His laughter was warm.

“Is your pussy so desperate for a little attention that you can’t even keep your legs open? We’re just getting started and you’re drenching my hand.”

You mewled as he pushed deep, into an area so sensitive it almost felt sore. A guttural cry escaped and your pussy spasmed. Lloyd paused.

“Too deep, Princess?”

“No, it’s just… just…” you couldn’t describe it.

Lloyd grunted. “So, you think you can’t cum on my hand, huh? You don’t feel the climbing tension in your belly?”

His voice was light, almost mocking. You sobbed as he pushed down and his knuckles raked over the tender area, then his fingertips dug into your front wall, stroking your g-spot until your brain went fuzzy.

“Aaahh…”

He growled and picked up the pace. You were meeting each draw of his fingers, bucking at the most sensitive touches.

“My little firecracker,” Lloyd praised. “You love your sweet cunt getting worked by my thick fingers? You’re creaming yourself, shaking and whimpering. I know you’re fighting back that orgasm. It’s not so bad to let go, Princess.”

It felt like the room tilted on its axis as your head spun. A wave of pure ecstasy that rippled through every muscle. Your eyes glazed over, your jaw fell open, and you wailed. That aching, tender part of your pussy throbbed and Lloyd’s thumb ground into your clit.

“Fuck!”

You gasped out the single word and clenched your thighs. Then you were thrashing, kicking your heels into the mattress, and screaming. Sense was stripped down to the sloppy noise of Lloyd’s fingers fucking you and the spasms of orgasm in your core.

“Lloyd…Lloyd… Ah, Lloyd!!”

“Yeah. Good girl, Princess. Say my name. Let’s make sure the neighbors know who’s fucking the first orgasm out of this pussy. Stay!”

He barked at you as you tried to crawl away, frantic in the torrent of mind-melting pleasure.

“Take it all, cupcake. Let’s get that pussy nice and relaxed for my cock.”

Another tsunami of pleasure broke. It swept you away, then flung you into the next orgasm before you’d escaped the first. Juices flooded Lloyd’s hand and sloshed as he ravaged every ounce of pleasure your body could provide. After what felt like minutes of endless pleasure and desperate tears, you went limp.

Lloyd moaned as he pulled his fingers out. He licked at the cream and then shocked you by shoving them into your mouth.

“Lick it up. Suck ‘em clean. That’s it, cupcake. Pretty girl.”

You trembled under his praise and desperately tried to get your breathing under control. The taste of your juices was tangy and sharp. Lloyd sat up and moved between your legs. He grabbed your ankles, hauling you down the bed to him. With one arm he lifted you over him so you straddled his lap. You moaned at the friction and threw your head back.

“Please…”

“Mmmhh? What’s that? Talk to me, Princess. You fucked out? Need a break?”

Your head snapped up at Lloyd’s amused quip.

Break? No. He couldn’t stop. You were shaking in the vestiges of your first real orgasm, but you were still technically a virgin. His eyes were lit with satisfaction as he scanned your trembling body. He cupped your breast, flicking a plump nipple with his thumb. You yelped at the spark of pleasure that rocked to your core.

“Damn it! Please, just fuck me!”

“But Princess, you’re so tight on my fingers. You still need to loosen up. Then we’ll see about the rest.”

“I need it so bad, fuck, it hurts.”

A high pitched whine came from your throat.

Lloyd laughed.

“I think a virgin pussy should be totally devoured at least once before you let me pop your cherry.”

“But you already did, please…”

You needed to be filled, to feel him on top of you, his weight pressing you down. You needed him inside of you.

“I want you to come on my tongue, so I can lick it up, Princess. Before…” he laughed. “That was just a bit of teasing.”

You sobbed. Lloyd patted your thigh and pushed you off his lap. He rose to his knees and stripped off his button down, tossing it on the floor. Then he lowered his head to your core. The warmth of his breath on your sensitive folds made you lurch in surprise. Lloyd caught your thighs, pushing them down.

“Shhhh. Come on, Princess, hold still. Keep those legs apart and let me see you.”

You were shaking like a leaf. He kissed your clit, but held back his tongue.

“Your sweet little bud is pulsing. Such a beautiful treat for me, huh? I bet you can still taste yourself. Savor it, baby. I'm gonna spend some quality time down here.”

When he lapped at your clit in earnest, you cried and pleaded for mercy. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Every muscle throbbed as you cried out, your words spilling out as nonsense.

“Oh… fuck… damn it… fuck!”

He ground his tongue even harder into your clit. You screamed. Your thighs trembled with tension as he nursed the bundle of nerves, undeterred.

“I can’t, not again. Lloyd! Please, I can’t!”

Lloyd smirked, his lip curling over your mound as he stroked his fingers into you, breaching your quivering muscles and delving for your spot.

The volcano exploded at the moment the double sided attack began. You melted into the bed, groaning at the intense clamp of your muscles. Your hips rocked helplessly against his face as he sucked it through the entire orgasm. You were pliant in the aftermath, legs dead, your heart pumping wildly. Lloyd crawled up your body inch by inch, kissing your calf, the back of your knee, your hip, ribs, sternum… until he nipped his way up your throat to your mouth. Then he sealed his lips to yours and fucked his tongue into your mouth with a growl that made your toes curl.

“Suck your juices off my tongue and say thank you, baby.” He dominated you with a deep kiss and gripped your chin. “What do you say, Princess?”

“Thank you!”

The tang on his lips as he nibbled your bottom lip made you shudder. Lloyd smirked.

“You’re welcome.”

He plucked at your engorged nipples. The tugs made you arch and whine. Lloyd ignored the reaction.

“Have you played with toys before?”

“Uuuuhhh…”

You were hardly aware of the response, because his forefinger was working your pussy open again.

“Toys, honey. What’s the biggest thing you’ve had in your pussy before?”

You moaned and trembled as his finger. One, then another, dipped into your cunt. This time your pussy spread open to welcome them.

“Lloyd!”

He chuckled. “Come on, no lying. My fingers aren’t the biggest thing you’ve had inside this creamy pussy.”

You clenched and pulled your knees together on a wave of ecstasy. Lloyd’s fingers went still. You groaned, lifting your hips into his hand in an attempt to renew the friction.

“Princess. Is this the first time you’ve been fingered?”

“Yes, don’t stop!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lloyd was stunned. His digits curled in involuntary surprise, making you cry out. He worked his fingertips over the spongy tissue on your front wall and stared at your lax features as you lost yourself in the pleasure. He tried to take it in. This was the first time you’d been handled by a man. It was incredible to watch as you embraced the sensations and let go. Your surrender caused his control to fray.

There was a different feel to your tight muscles now, a suppleness that assured him you were enjoying this. He slowed and made long passes, delving as far as he could reach, stretching the ligaments. He pressed down, watching your face twist in pleasure, knowing he’d fill you that deep in a few minutes.

You should be on top for the first time, but he didn’t want to take you in that position. It was selfish to crave you underneath him, on your back with your legs around his hips. But he couldn’t escape the desire to root himself deep in your pussy as you submitted to the invasion, opening to accommodate his girth.

Fuck. The girth…

He turned his fingers sideways to spread your pussy. You whimpered, the noise edged with pain. Damn it. Lloyd felt the squeeze of your muscles pushing at his fingers now, rather than sucking them deeper. He had more work to do.

“Open up that sweet cunt. Use your hands. Show me how you play with your clit.”

You gasped and writhed when he swirled his fingers over your g-spot.

Lloyd kept his movements steady and consistent, waiting for your response. He’d already acquainted himself with your g-spot, but there was another area he wanted to explore. It was risky to delve so deep without knowing what you enjoyed, but his instincts had served him well this far. Lloyd shifted to lie beside you in the middle of the bed, moving your right leg so it draped over his left thigh. His left arm gripped your waist tightly. If this went how he expected, he’d need to hold you down. You settled into his embrace with a contented sigh, so out of place with your untamed responses that it melted him.

“Harder on the clit, cupcake. You can take it.”

You moaned, frustrated.

“Fuck me, Lloyd. I want it. Please.”

He was tempted, but stayed the course. You were so beautiful like this, strung out and desperate. He couldn’t rush. Also, you weren’t relaxed enough yet.

“One more finger, Princess. Keep rubbing yourself so it won’t sting.”

You sped up and kept at it until he pumped three fingers into your body. With only a few pulls of his hand, your thighs were shaking. You arched, squirming and keening with a long, drawn out wail as he attacked your g-spot again. Your words came out slurred and then devolved into senseless babble as you thrashed under the assault. Then he unfurled his fingers to their full length and eased them upwards. You mewled, pulling away. He tightened his grip and pushed the digits even higher.

“Feel good, princess? You like this?”

You groaned, and he drew his fingertips forward. Your back bowed, and he watched, entranced, as pleasure blossomed on your face. He was very careful not to use too much pressure, or touch your cervix. His cock twitched, as an unbidden image of you straddling him in reverse cowgirl came to him. If you liked this, he could just imagine you taking him in that position. He wanted to go as deep as physically possible until you were shaking from the intensity. Then he’d take control, guiding your hips as he fucked you through the fierce climax.

Lloyd shook off the image.

He stroked the anterior wall of your sex and was rewarded by a hoarse cry. Your pussy turned into a vise, gripping his fingers so tight he couldn’t even wiggle his fingertips. You shattered again, tears streaming down your face. He wanted to lick them up, taste the saltiness, and revel in the knowledge that he’d caused them. His cock throbbed painfully, and he felt like the zipper of his pants would be imprinted on it forever. The constraints were growing more uncomfortable by the minute. You collapsed, sobbing. Lloyd kissed your wet cheek and turned you on your side, drawing you to his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder and wept. He held you and stroked your back, knowing emotions were a part of such a raw orgasm.

He was turned on beyond anything he’d known in the past two decades. And despite that, he felt an unbelievable satisfaction. Your hair was tumbled, your mouth swollen, and you couldn’t seem to stop shaking. He was content to have you in his arms and savor the knowledge that he’d done this to you. He planned to do it again and again, for months.

“Lloyd…”

This time, your plea moved him to action. He settled you closer to the headboard, in the spot where he usually slept. When your head was settled on his pillow and your legs spread to accommodate him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he was struck with pleasure. It hit him in the gut and stole the breath from his lungs. The familiarity and trust shining through as you allowed him to take the reins was sweeter than fresh honeycomb.

He undid his belt and groaned as his throbbing cock was finally freed. You gasped. He smirked at your shocked expression.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry. It’s going to fit. I promise you’ll be able to take it all by the end of the night.”

“Oh… shit.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lloyd moved over you, aligning your bodies. The weight of him pressing you into the mattress was delicious. His voice was low and sweet against your lips.

“Tell me if it hurts too much. You’re slick, but it’s going to be snug.”

“I don’t care, get it over with.”

Lloyd growled.

“I’ll give it to you when you’re ready.”

He pressed at the snug entrance, and you whimpered. It wasn’t intentional to tense, but the tip of his cock was broad and thick. His left eyebrow arched and your heart sank. You already knew what he was going to do. You threw your head back and moaned. Lloyd chuckled.

“One more taste, so you’re totally ready.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. Your mind stuttered at the idea of handling such intense pleasure again. You already felt like he’d stripped off two layers of skin to expose your nerves. As if you were a puppet with its strings cut, you couldn’t even protest as he sank down on his elbows between your legs - again. He spread you open with his thumbs and moaned at the sight of your glistening folds. Then he attacked.

There was no other description for the way he launched himself into the task. His tongue was broad and firm as he stroked every part of you, slobbering as he searched the crevices for hidden traces of your essence. He was dominating, then delicate, as he abruptly shifted tactics, fluttering his tongue over your clit. You gasped. He teased and taunted, flicking at the swollen bud he’d already lavished with attention. Your cry hit a vibrato note as he sucked your tender clit. Your toes curled as he pushed his first two fingers into your slit. He rocked them, in and out, in and out, as he took his pleasure from your clit.

You cried for mercy, but he didn’t even pause.

He went harder at your sensitive areas until you creamed on his hand. Lloyd moaned and smacked his lips, easing back from your abused clit. He moved down to devour the slick from your body. His tongue breached your entrance, forced itself into your channel, and thrust deep. You choked on air, scrambling for purchase as he ripped another orgasm from your hyper stimulated body.

Lloyd let you collapse into the pillows, holding your legs open as he surveyed the effects of his treatment with pleasure.

“You’re so sweet, Princess. This is the tastiest pussy. I could eat you for breakfast and dinner every day and never get tired of it. What do you think? Could we pencil it in?”

You shuddered and hissed. Lloyd chuckled. Your leg flexed as he kissed your inner thigh, caressing the other with his palm.

“Calm down, sweetheart. Deep breath.”

His coaching helped you suck in enough air to ease your frantic heartbeat. Then you went limp. He grunted, lifting himself on top of you. He fisted his cock and stroked it, guiding himself to your slick hole. It clenched as he pushed the head of his cock against your opening. Lloyd eased back and rubbed his dick in the slick folds, coating himself in your juices. The thick organ glided over your pulsing clit. You threw your head back on a shrill cry.

“That’s more like it. Good girl, so wet for me.”

You rolled your hips, mindless as you came down from the previous orgasms.

“Steady. Don’t move, Princess. Let me know if anything hurts.”

He pushed into you, just a little. You mewled at the slice of pain as he split your delicate muscles around an impressive girth. Lloyd shuddered and gasped before controlling the reaction.

“There you go, honey. That’s the tip. You okay?”

You moaned, trying to adjust. Having him inside of you pinched. He held still, his thickness spreading muscles that were unaccustomed to being pushed so far apart.

“Please, move. Please, Lloyd…”

To hide your discomfort, you begged for more.

He braced his hands on either side of your head, changing the angle. The adjustment let him slide in another inch. You gasped as your pussy rippled, drawing him deeper.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Easy,” Lloyd whispered.

He rocked against you, careful not to push harder while you were still adjusting. A moment passed as he let you recover. Then he thrust, watching your face. You moaned, eyes dilating with shock and pleasure. He rutted harder, and groaned as the snug clasp of your pussy welcomed him.

“Oh…”

You flexed your hips into his next thrust, whimpering. He felt the rush of wetness and snarled. Heat burned in his gut at the sensation of you creaming around his dick. Lloyd pulled back, withdrawing halfway, and grinned when you cried out in protest. Your hands caught at his waist.

“Don’t stop!”

Lloyd smirked.

“Alright, Princess. You gotta relax for me. You're so tight, gripping me like a vise. Open up so I can make you feel good.”

He brushed his thumb over your lips, admiring their plumpness as he stroked into you, inch by inch. Your body clenched, making each advance difficult. He had to trap you with his weight when he slid past your g-spot and you thrashed. Lloyd paused at the halfway mark. You were trembling, your skin soaked with sweat, and your eyes glassy with the tears of prior orgasms. Their irises were bright with pain, which you probably thought you were hiding. He felt the tightness around his dick, a nearly uncomfortable grip, and knew you were fighting to accept every centimeter.

“Push against me,” Lloyd instructed.

To his relief, you obeyed. Your hips jerked and stuttered as pleasure flashed over your features. Your nails dug into his back. His balls tightened at the bite of pain, a sweet reward for his patience. Your breathless gasp was music to his ears. The last few had been strained with discomfort. He kissed you and grunted when your pussy rippled around him in response.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re doing so well. Roll your hips like that.”

He braced himself and fought the urge to help you get accustomed to the invasion by pummeling all the way to your cervix. His knees locked at the punch of desire the thought caused. You were so narrow. The intense strength of your pussy muscles belied their delicacy. He didn’t dare push any further until you showed him you were ready. You raised your hips, and he rutted down at the same moment.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Lloyd snaked a hand under your back, holding your hips as you tried to retreat. Your legs flexed, the muscles clenching. He could feel your walls fluttering with a violent response and see the intensity of the feeling play out on your face. His cock twitched impatiently.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

You gasped and convulsed around him, your pussy spasming, and cried out. Your wild expression ignited a desperation that he’d never felt before as you milked at his cock. Fuck, you were ready. Lloyd slid back so only the tip was left inside. With a harsh stroke, he buried himself to the hilt. You reacted like he’d hit you with a cattle prod, shrieking.

For a split second, he was afraid he’d hurt you. Then he felt the pulsing flutters and slickening of your inner walls and groaned. He was filled with a heady sense of triumph as you unraveled underneath him for the first time. He forced all the discipline he’d ever learned into staying still, allowing your orgasm to claim you. When it faded into shivers, he took your mouth. You moaned, lost in the aftermath. He had to pause, and admire your damp skin, tear filled eyes and revel in the limp grip of your hands on his waist. You were so dazed it was actually cute.

Seizing the advantage of your weakened state, he eased back and sank in again, this time on a deeper angle. You squealed and trembled, but he was prepared for the sharp flash of pleasure this time. He growled as you twisted your hips, trying to escape.

“Come on, Princess, you can take it all the way. No cheating.”

Your eyes flew open in shock at his crass demand. Lloyd couldn’t resist another deep thrust, drawing back so far he almost left your tight grip, then slamming home. You jackknifed against him, sobbing out helpless little noises, beyond words. He eased into a gentler tempo and followed his intuition to find the angle that made your muscles quake. He knew he’d found it when you stiffened and tossed your head, eyes rolling back. You were already lost in the grip of desire that took you into your own world.

He sat back on his haunches and drew your legs together. Holding them to his chest, he set a steady rhythm that turned your body languid. Lloyd groaned as your tight channel softened into a welcome clasp. You panted, clearly drained, the exhaustion showing in your slack muscles. Then Lloyd pushed you onto your side, folding your legs together, keeping them spread just enough that his access was unhindered. Positioned like this, you were totally vulnerable. His big hand stroked your knee as he raised it another inch to expose your pussy a bit more. You clenched, keening as he stroked gently into you. The thrust was lazy, yet determined.

“Look at me,” Lloyd grunted.

He pulled back and waited until your eyes locked to repeat the movement. Your spine curved, and you trembled. He pushed even deeper, to the spot that made your eyes roll. You shrieked and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as he thrust deep, allowing his needs to take the reins. Your litany of cries, the sound of you sobbing his name, sent him careening towards the edge. His fingers delved between your legs and rubbed your clit. You lurched away from the intense contact and, just as he’d planned, deep on his cock. You jerked. He held you down for the next thrust and you screamed, your pussy soaking his cock. You clawed at the mattress, babbling unintelligible words. Lloyd fought back the orgasm, needing to see you lose control. He drove his hips faster and teased your clit. Finally, you threw your head back on a guttural cry, and were swept away into a brutal climax.

He spilled his seed and gasped at the sudden realization that he was bare inside of you. No thin barrier of rubber separated your bodies. The awareness kicked his orgasm to another level. Lloyd groaned, reveling in bliss of delayed gratification. He caught his weight on his elbows and sank on top of you. His cock was still pulsing, trapped in your blazingly hot muscles. He could feel how tight you still were and didn’t dare withdraw. Lloyd sighed and coiled himself around your back. He felt the drag of sleep pulling his eyelids down and cuddled closer. You convulsed, hissing as your body quaked in response. His eyes flew open, and he propped himself up on his elbow, staring at you.

Your eyes were closed. Tears streamed down your face. Your lips trembled and he could feel your muscles trembling as well. You were shaking. Not dramatically, but with low, intense shivers that were almost hypothermic. You gave an agonized cry of overstimulation, and his dick reacted, pumping out the last of his release. Lloyd grunted at the harsh pleasure.

“Fuck,” he swore, gathering you into his arms.

Moving you changed the pressure, and you wailed, turning rigid for a split second, then sobbing. He was near disbelief as your muscles squeezed in another orgasm. Lloyd rocked his hips to guide you through the last quivering sensations. When it finally eased, you keened out a moan so erotic it would have turned his cock hard again, if he were ten years younger. Lloyd buried his face in the crook of your neck and held you as you sobbed. He could feel your lingering reactions and tightened his arms to keep you grounded.

He’d have asked if you were okay, but he couldn’t get the words out. Even if he could, he doubted you’d have an answer. The shivering finally eased, and you relaxed. When he leaned over, it didn’t surprise him to see that you’d fallen asleep. Not wanting to leave your warmth, Lloyd stayed inside of you as he softened. When he pulled out, he was careful, not wanting to cause anymore strain on the well-used muscles.

The rush of wetness down your thighs made your lashes flutter. You groaned as he rolled you onto your back. Lloyd checked you were semi-conscious, then went to the bathroom for a washcloth. He cleaned your sweaty face first, coaxing you to awareness, and ran it over the back of your neck. When he reached between your legs to take care of the sticky mess he’d left, you jerked away. Lloyd caught your knee, and you kicked at him.

“Please… no… I can’t…”

He was amused by your horror at the prospect of another round. It was flattering that you’d think he was capable again this quickly. It was your lack of experience showing, but he was flattered nonetheless.

“Calm down, Princess, I know you’re overwhelmed. I’m just cleaning you up. We didn’t use anything. Come on, don’t fight me, I’ll be gentle.”

He pitched the words in a low, husky voice. You calmed, trusting the tone, even if you were probably struggling to make sense of the words. Lloyd quickly washed away the sloppy mess left by his release, but he couldn’t help but linger an extra moment. The sight of your puffy sex, still tender and swollen from his handling, was something he wanted to remember forever.

He rinsed the cloth in the bathroom. In the bright light, he was startled to see a spot of blood on the rag. Fuck. He cast his mind back to the spasm of pain that had passed over your face at his first thrust. The evidence suggested it had been more intense than he’d realized.

Lloyd came back to the bed, expecting to find you asleep. Instead, your eyes opened when he pulled back the covers. He drew you to his chest and snuggled his arm under your breasts. You murmured, and he kissed your shoulder.

“Go to sleep, Princess. I’m right here.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Next - Part V

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Backstory - How Princess Met the Lawyer

#lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen drabble #series: the princess & the lawyer #the princess and the lawyer #the grey man fanfiction #the grey man fanfic #the gray man fanfiction #chris evans character au #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans characters #no minors #18+ only #minors dni

561 notes · View notes

imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

Note

For fluffy ideas: Lloyd coming home to wife!reader and just cuddling her being so soft and gentle. He’s hardly every this soft and vulnerable. So when asked what’s wrong he replies “ just missed you”🥹

hey, I hope you like it!

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You hear the door slam from the kitchen, and a sigh escapes you as you realise someone’s pissed Lloyd off again, and you’ll have to deal with the aftermath. You slowly place the pot in your hand down and head over to where the whiskey is, grabbing a glass and filling it before walking to his office and softly knocking on the door.

“What?!” You don’t even flinch at his tone anymore, opening the door and walking in. You notice your husband slumped over on the couch, his head in his hands, before slowly lifting and connecting with your eyes. “Oh, pumpkin. It’s just you.” He sends you a soft but tired smile. His eyes flicker down to the glass in your hands, and a small thank you leaves him as you hand it over.

He takes a sip before placing the glass down, opening his arms up and gesturing for you to enter them. His baby blue eyes stare up at you, fluttering closed as you curl into his lap. Lloyd places a loving kiss on top of your head, breathing in your sweet scent as he holds you close to him.

You inhale his cologne, feeling safe in his arms. Your cheek rests on his shoulder as you look at his face, taking in the moustache that sits perfectly above his lips and how his face softens. Your hand comes up and softly strokes his cheek, eyes connecting with his. “What’s wrong, my love?”

Lloyd sighs, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Nothing, pumpkin. I just missed you.” Your insides melt at the softness he’s expressing, pressing your body into his more.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

902 notes · View notes

shininglikeyoursmile · 3 months

Text

Just like that...💛💛💛

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

W/c : around 500

Summary: Lloyd helps you with your period cramps, no not by orgasms.

Warning: Daddy (reader calling him Daddy),Cuddling, Period cramps,kissing,Soft Lloyd 🥺, fluff and just fluffffff🥹🥹🥹

Let me know if i forgot to add any warning

Author note : fluff with Lloyd cause I want to. ☺️. Soft Lloyd 🥺. No description of the reader body. No use of y/n

Please reblog, comment and leave feedback as they always bring a smile on my face . ❤️

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. :))

You whimper as another wave of pain shoots across your abdomen."Lloyd" you cry out from the bed.

"I am here . I am here!" he announces as he enters the room . You look at his figure. Lloyd, in all his glory, his favourite polo shirt and blue jeans . His eyes are so beautiful, like always so beautiful.

"Hey Pumpkin", Lloyd smiles as he sits next to you. "Daddy.." you look at him, your eyes all teary ,"it hurts". You whimper again and clutch at your stomach.

"shhh Daddy's here" Lloyd coos softly and places his hand at your tummy. He rubs it softly, his touch is welcoming. The cool touch relaxes your skin, yeah your skin was kind of hot to touch . You sigh and relax further,"that feels good ,baby?" Lloyd inquires and you hum in agreement.

"Want you close, please" you plead and look at him with puppy eyes. He chuckles and climbs up on bed . He lays beside you and caresses your face and gives you a forehead kiss. You nuzzle closer to him and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, he always smells nice. His hand moves along your back and carries on his soft touch . You can stay like this. You smile and bop his nose . He grins and kisses your nose in return.

"Hey", you smile. "Hey , pretty girl!" Lloyd smiles back and his eyes shine with each word that escapes his lips,"you need anything else, baby?" he asks and you shake your head ."Just you ,Daddy" you say and let out a sigh . "I love you" you mumble and place a kiss on his collarbone,"like so so much", you say sweetly. "Mm really?" He asks and his hand is still at your back , caressing your skin ,the pain relieved with each of his soft touches. "Yeah makes my tummy flutter with butterflies" you chuckle. "The good type of butterflies?" He smiles again and you nod your head in agreement.

"Daddy.." you whisper absent-mindly. "Yeah ,Pumpkin?" Lloyd urges on with a kiss on your forehead "I am sleepy" you say with a yawn .

"And we gonna sleep Darling" he chuckles and the next thing he feels is you falling asleep, just like that. "My love," he smiles and kisses your cheek,"Daddy loves you too, more than he can express in words and this feeling makes my heart flutter , in the best way. I love you , much more than you know".

AHHH YES HE'S SOFT BUT ONLY FOR HIS GIRL!!!!!

#the gray man #lloyd hansen #Lloyd Hansen drabble #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans character x reader #chris evans fandom

32 notes · View notes

boxofbonesfic · 2 years

Photo

Title: Exhibit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Kink Prompt: Exhibit [Exhibitionism]

Word Count: 2,000

Summary: You attend a party in your roommate’s stead.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Public Sex, Masquerade, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number three, and the end of week one of my kinktober celebration! i sincerely hope you all enjoyed the first three installments! thank you all so much for reading. mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

Your palms are sweating underneath your evening gloves as you make your way down the marble staircase. Everyone is looking at you. You can’t see their eyes through the masks, of course, but the sea of porcelain faces turned in your direction lets you feel the weight of their gazes anyway. Your own is tied securely beneath the carefully coiffed mess of curls at the nape of your neck, and you resist the urge to check Emily’s tie-job as you descend the staircase.

“What if they notice that I’m, you know, not you?” You’d asked as she’d tied the black satin straps behind your head. “This isn’t a frat party, it’s like. An event.” Your roommate rolled her eyes in the mirror as she continued fussing over you, dusting lint from the front of your gown.

“No one’s going to care,” she’d nodded appreciatively at her handiwork. “Besides, everyone’s wearing masks anyway.”

You feel ungainly in the heels Emily picked out, but you manage to make it to the landing without falling on your face or tripping over the train of your dress. Now that you’re at the bottom, part of the roiling mass of bodies instead of above it, you don’t feel quite as watched, and you let your shoulders sag with relief.

How long did Emily say this thing was? Three hours? You’re a stranger to the rituals of the wealthy, so you stand there awkwardly, clinging to the bannister. You don’t know anyone, either. The most Emily had told you about this weird little shindig was that it was once every few years, and that the absolute most important people in the city showed up.

“And why am I going?” You’d asked, fiddling with your ornate swan mask.

“You’re my proxy, silly!” She’d smiled warmly at you. “So like, if you can’t go, you can, like, have someone go represent the family. Like a stand in.”

“And it’s important that you be there because…?”

“The Swan’s like. Really important. There’s this whole boring story they tell about it, but I don’t really remember.” She waved her hand at you dismissively. “Anyway, you look great.”

“Is it heavy?” A man in a crow mask stands in front of you, his head inclined in question.

“W-what?”

“The bannister. Or are you not holding it up?” He asks, grinning at you. You straighten up self-consciously.

“I, um.” You clear your throat. “N-no.”

“That was a joke, sweetheart.” He extends his hand. “Emily, right? I’m Lloyd.” He points at his mask. “Crow.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m. I’m her fr—roommate. Stand-in. God.” You glance up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

“Ah.” He licks his lips and nods. “New blood, then.”

“I guess so.”

He circles around to your right, looping his smoothly beneath yours. “You should dance with me.” He’s staring at you hard underneath the black porcelain of his mask, you just know it, and your skin prickles. You’ve always had a hard time telling people no—that’s how you’d ended up here in the first place. “Come on, it’s a party. You should dance.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand.

“O-okay.” You allow him to tug you out into the crowd after casting a look back at the bannister. You can’t stay there for three hours, and you suppose having someone to talk to is better than staying in silence. Lloyd snags two flutes of champagne off of a passing server, and hands it to you.

“I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.” He says, tipping the glass up to your lips. You take a clumsy sip, and the bubbles tickle your nose. You tell him, and he repeats it. You don’t like the way your name sounds on his lips, drippy and smooth like honey. “Mm. I like it.”

“T-thanks.” You drain the rest of the flute, and the alcohol settles warmly in your empty stomach. You turn to set the glass on one of the tall tables with the other abandoned cups, and when you turn back, Lloyd has another two full glasses of champagne. You take it from him, knocking that one back too.

“How much did Emily tell you about our…get-together, duckling?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink. You grimace at the nickname, but Lloyd doesn’t apologize. He reminds you uncomfortably of Emily—the same bored sort of entitlement that took you months to work around in your roommate radiates from Lloyd.

“Not much. She just said it was a party her parents wanted her to go to.”

“Mmm.” He hums, stepping closer. Lloyd slides his hand around your waist. You want to tell him no, to push his arm away, but you also don’t want to make a scene. You compromise by leaning as far away from him as you can manage. If Lloyd notices your distaste, he doesn’t say anything about it. “That’s certainly part of it.” He inclines his head towards the dance floor, and continues talking. There’s no space for you to edge in a word, tell him you’re all left feet and elbows before he’s positioning your stiff arms properly.

“Like this, duckling.”

“Don’t call—”

“You’re right. You’re a swan.” His voice is mocking. “The swan’s important, you know.” He spins you, and you land against him dizzily with one hand on his chest. “Very important.”

“W-what?” You feel… strange. Your mouth is dry and your thoughts feel like car wheels spinning in mud.

“Oh yes,” Lloyd’s full lips curl into a handsome—but cruel—smile. “Beauty, youth, rebirth, blah, blah, blah. A bunch of bullshit to justify a wild party, which, if you ask me, doesn’t really need any justification.”

“Wild?” You don’t know what Lloyd means by wild, it looks fairly tame to you. You glance around the room, but your vision swims a little, and you stumble. Lloyd chuckles.

“Those drinks’ll creep up on you, Sweetheart.” He spins you again, and you let out a huff, trying not to fall over. This time, when you fall against his chest, he holds you there. “You really ought to be a little more skeptical about your friends, duckling.” He grasps your chin, turning your head a little. You grit your teeth at his familiarity, but it’s hard to fight his iron grip. After a brief struggle, you look in the direction Lloyd wants you to, and your eyes bulge in their sockets.

There are people dancing, milling about, but up against the wall, there’s a woman. Her gown is rucked up around her hips, held there by her masked companion. Another woman, who’s gloved hand is moving steadily beneath the fabric. You gasp, and Lloyd lets go.

“They’re starting early,” he hums, and you swallow dryly as you whip your head around. Suddenly, you’re seeing people all over the crowd… indulging, and no one was… saying anything. Even as you watched, a man reached down the front of his slacks, pulling out his half hard cock, while his dance partner dropped to her knees and greedily licked at the tip.

Panic swirls in your veins. “I-I need to go,” you mumble, your tongue feeling like thick cotton in your mouth. “Home, I n-need to go…” The words are clumsy in your mouth. Lloyd strokes your chin with one finger, and then taps it against the porcelain nose of your mask.

“No, duckling. I think you’ll stay here, with me tonight.” Your head spins. He fingers delicate, feathered wing motif on the spaghetti straps of your dress. “You know, when they described Emily to me, I wasn’t too keen on playing the Crow to her Swan.” He pushes the strap from your elbow, and you reel backwards—or, at least, you try to, your body moving clumsily. Lloyd’s hands are so big, and he wraps one easily around your forearm, pulling you back.

“But seeing you, you know you’ve got me rethinking.”

“S-stop, I—” He pushes down the other strap, and you try to hold up the gathered fabric at the front of your dress with one hand. “Lloyd, stop!” Your shrill voice turns a few heads, but no one moves to help you. He doesn’t stop, his fingers dancing up your bare arm to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I was promised a Swan tonight, duckling,” he breathes the words out against your trembling lips. “Normally I’m not one for keeping a promise, but you know what they say. A deal’s a deal.” He cups your breast—you couldn’t wear a bra with the plunging neckline of Emily’s borrowed dress—and you whine. Lloyd hums low in his throat with approval, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You hate the hum that sings through your blood at his touch, the unwanted thrill of being seen, even as the party around you devolves into depravity. His mouth works against yours hungrily, sucking and pulling on your lips until they’re swollen.

Your flesh dimples at the cool air, legs wobbling dangerously when Lloyd pulls away to remove his jacket. You feel feverishly sensitive, your nipples suddenly aching from rubbing against the fabric of your dress. It’s like that all over, wherever your hot, prickling skin touches the shimmering silk. It’s hateful, the way you whimper with relief when Lloyd’s fingers make quick work of the dainty pearl buttons, and the whisper of the fabric is deafening in your ears as it slides to the polished floor. Dimly, you’re aware of Lloyd’s low hum of appreciation.

People are looking, you can feel the uncomfortable heat of their gazes resting on your bare skin as you try to cover yourself with stiff, clumsy hands. One of them, a man in a rat mask, reaches forward to touch you, but Lloyd yanks you back against his chest, snarling.

“Hands off, asshole,” he snaps, grinding his cock against the soft curve of your ass. “No touching.” Even as he reprimands the other man, Lloyd kicks your legs further apart to slide his fingers through your slick folds. God help you, it feels good when he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger. The pleasure rockets through you like electricity and you pant. Lloyd’s teeth pull at the soft lobe of your ear, and you arch your back, pressing against him desperately. He chuckles.

“Look, duckling,” he murmurs, reaching down between your bodies to slide his cock between your asscheeks. “They all want to watch me split this tight little pussy open, isn’t that nice?” The tip of his cock presses wetly against the puckered ring of your ass and you whine. He laughs again, the sound low and almost hypnotic in your ears. “Don’t worry duckie. Next time I’ll try your pretty asshole.” If there were more than fleeting thoughts in your head, if you were capable of doing anything more than whining like a needy animal at his touch; you would say that there would be no next time, that if you ever saw Lloyd again, it would be from the other side of a jail cell—

But your head is empty, save for the burning in your veins that only the push of his thick, leaking head against your slick cunt can assuage. Your mouth falls open as he begins to push inside, words becoming an unintelligible gurgle in the back of your throat as you stare sightlessly at the distant domed ceiling. Lloyd curses, his fingers digging into your bare hips as he seats himself inside.

Perhaps it’s the delicious way he stretches you open, or the press of his thumb against your clit, but you cum with a pathetic mewl, squeezing and sucking at his cock as you tremble. The feathers of his crow mask tickle against the side of your throat as he laves at your pulse.

“Look at you, duckling,” he grunts as he pulls out a little, only to slam back inside, making stars dance in your blurry vision. “Star of the show.”

fin

Hello friends! I no longer maintain a taglist, so please follow @box-of-bones-library for updates and new work, thank you!

Likes and comments are amazing, but reblogs are golden! Please consider sharing my work so that others can see it too!

610 notes · View notes