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babyjakes · 4 months
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a diamond's gotta shine.
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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
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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
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"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."
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vilentia · 1 year
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If Lloyd Hansen had a soft spot for you
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Despite being a ruthless assassin, Lloyd Hansen has a soft spot for you.
Lloyd is intrigued by your intelligence and wit, finding your conversations stimulating and enjoyable.
You are one of the few people who can make Lloyd genuinely laugh, and he cherishes those moments.
When you are around, Lloyd's demeanor softens, and he becomes more relaxed and at ease.
Lloyd has a tendency to let his guard down around you, allowing you to see a more vulnerable side of him.
You are one of the only people whom Lloyd trusts completely, and he values your opinion above all others.
Lloyd is fiercely protective of you, and he would do anything to keep you safe.
Despite his tough exterior, Lloyd is a romantic at heart, and he enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures.
Lloyd finds your quirks endearing, and he loves learning new things about you.
You have a calming effect on Lloyd, and your presence alone can soothe him in times of stress.
Lloyd enjoys spending time with you, whether it's simply sitting in silence or going on a thrilling adventure together.
You have a unique ability to bring out the best in Lloyd, encouraging him to be more compassionate and empathetic.
Lloyd respects your independence and autonomy, and he would never try to control or manipulate you.
Despite his busy schedule, Lloyd always makes time for you and prioritizes your relationship above all else.
Lloyd is a good listener, and he always makes you feel heard and understood.
You are one of the few people who can challenge Lloyd intellectually, and he enjoys the mental sparring you engage in.
Lloyd is fascinated by your unique perspective on life, and he often seeks your advice and guidance.
You have a calming effect on Lloyd's temper, and you are often able to diffuse tense situations between Lloyd and others.
Despite his tough exterior, Lloyd is a deeply empathetic person, and he is moved by your kindness and compassion.
Lloyd is a bit of a romantic, and he enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures like bringing you your favorite food or flowers.
You have a unique ability to bring out Lloyd's playful side, and you often engage in friendly banter and teasing.
Lloyd is fiercely loyal to you, and he would never betray your trust or put you in harm's way.
Despite the danger of his profession, Lloyd always makes sure you are safe and protected, even going so far as to check in on you when he's away on missions.
You are one of the few people who can see past Lloyd's tough exterior and truly understand the kind-hearted person he is deep down.
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thornsnvultures · 1 year
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in charcoal, in pain
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stepdad!Lloyd Hansen x plus size!fem!reader
tw: stepcest, cheating, dubcon, Lloyd being mean and a creep, reader is college aged (at least 18+ but I'm picturing at least 22 or 23), unprotected piv sex, creampie, daddy kink, thigh & pussy slapping, light choking, size kink (lloyd is bigggg), nicknames (kitten, baby girl, little girl)
2.3k words, edited by me. @ozarkthedog take my filth 🤲
18+ readers only or else you will get blocked 🚫
♤♤♤
“Oh wow. So edgy.”
“Go away, Lloyd.”
You shrug off your overbearing stepfather and turn, trying to block him from looking at your sketchbook.
“Is this what they teach you at your fancy art school?” He gestures towards the figure reference book laying open on your desk. “How to draw tits and ass?”
“Jesus, Lloyd. Will you leave me the fuck alone already?”
He swipes your sketchbook out of your hands.
“Hey!” You shout and spin around in your chair. Lloyd absent-mindedly flips through the pages. He makes faces like he's scandalized by what he sees.
“Wow lookie here! Do I spy some self portraits?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall what exactly some of your very personal pages are filled with.
You jump out of your seat and try to snatch your book back but Lloyd's long reach keeps you from grabbing it back.
“Lloyd, please.”
Him and his stupid mustache smirk down at you.
“Music to my ears.”
He holds your book up, leafing through it once again. You growl under your breath and jump for it. You land on unsteady feet and fall into Lloyd's solid chest with an oof.
“Whoa there, kitten. Calm your tits. I can't appreciate good art when I see it? And it's some good art.” He looks down at your chest, still pressed up against him, when he says it and you shiver. No, not shiver. Crawls, your skin crawls.
He's an old perv, eyeing his step-daughter's 2D tits and trying to imagine what the 3D ones look like.
Please Lloyd, just give me my book back. We're not in grade school.
I appreciate the please, kitten, but you hurt my feelings. He pouts and slips an arm around your waist.
His touch catches you off guard and you gasp at the warm strength of him. If it was anyone else you'd be melting in this kind of embrace. But as it stands you're struggling to get out of his grasp.
“Here I am just trying to scope out where all that money I spend on you is going. I need to make sure my baby girl is getting a good education.”
Oh barf. You don't need him to pay your tuition but him and your mother insist anyway. You think he must like holding the power over you, making you feel like you owe him for all of it.
“And if you ever need a live model, I wouldn't mind posing for you.”
His grin is salacious. You want nothing more than for Lloyd to let you go but he only tightens his grip, his large hand squeezing the curves at your hips and waist.
“I'm good Lloyd, thanks.”
He tosses your book on your bed and a few loose leaf pages fall out from the back.
You must make some noise of distress in the back of your throat because Lloyd looks down at you then back at the pages as they flutter to the floor.
“What are these?”
He pushes you away and makes a beeline for the old wrinkled notebook paper.
You don't even try to stop him, it's too late. He holds your drawings from your final year in high school, the same year he married your mom, in his hands.
“What are these, kitten?”
He waves the papers at you before admiring them again.
You whimper like a wounded animal caught in a trap.
“Nothing. They're nothing, Lloyd.”
Lloyd licks his lips as he flips each page over. They're filled front to back of sketches of... him.
Old work, yes, but you've always been talented with faces and the human form. And the sketches on those papers are Lloyd to a tee.
“Lloyd, please…”
“I love it when you beg, kitten. When did you draw these, hmm? D’you think of me often? Does your mother know you're sketching me like this?” He moves closer to you with every question until he’s so close you can’t breathe.
“It's- it's not you. Stop teasing me and give me my pictures back.”
“It's not?” He holds up a sketch that's most definitely him. From his strong, straight nose, to his chiseled torso and long thick legs. It's all Lloyd. Back before you knew he was a total creep, that is.
He put up a good front for maybe a year before you went off to college, but after that? Every time you came home from school on break, between semesters, for a quick weekend trip, he was always there. In your space. Demanding attention like a fucking toddler.
And of course your traitorous body still responded to him. No matter how much you hated how he stared, how he goaded you or touched you not so innocently when your mother wasn't looking, you still felt that pulse of heat. That shift under your skin like he was pulling some invisible string.
And now he knew. He knew that at least some part of you, somehow, thirsts for him too.
“Fine. It's you. You caught me. I had a little school girl crush on you once upon a time. But it's over. You're my stepfather for fuck's sake, Lloyd. It's not appropriate.”
“Appropriate? What's not appropriate is my little girl lying to me.”
“Oh fuck off-”
Lloyd is on you in an instant. With one hand on your arm and the other around your throat he has you caught.
“Watch your language, kitten. Don't make daddy angry now. Not when he's learned how much his little girl cares for him.”
You gulp against his fingers, holding back the whine in your throat. It's not fair how quickly your panties soak and stick uncomfortably to your skin. It's not fair that this douchebag has this effect on you, but you can't help it. Can't help the part of you that wishes he's grip your throat tighter until you see stars. Or that he'd throw you down on the rug and take you with your bedroom door open.
“Please,” you squeak out.
Lloyd's hungry mouth captures yours in a kiss that makes your knees buckle. His arm immediately wraps around your waist again, pulling you up against him. You hate how right it feels, being in his arms again.
As he shoves his tongue in your mouth, you can feel the thick length of his cock grinding against your core. Before you start to grind back he pushes you away. You're gasping for breath with his hand still on your throat.
“Lloyd.”
“Uh-uh. What's my name?”
When you don't say anything Lloyd turns and throws you down on the bed. The force of your back hitting the mattress makes you flail a bit and your sketchbook bounces to the floor.
Lloyd stands above you at the end of the bed.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. The correct answer. Or do I have to show your ass I mean business?”
You try to scramble away up the bed but Lloyd catches you by your hips and drags you back down.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, kitten, or do we have to do this the hard way?” Lloyd practically growls in your face.
“No, sir,” you gulp when he grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye. “I'll be good.”
“Atta girl.” He pats your cheek and moves back to your hips, pulling down your sleep shorts and panties in one go. You'd planned to have a relaxing day at home before Lloyd showed up so you only wore those and an old thin t-shirt that Lloyd could absolutely see your nipples poking through.
You gasp at the abruptness of cold air on your pussy before Lloyd is pushing your spread knees to your chest and kneeling down on the floor.
“Hold these up. If you let them go while daddy feasts on your pretty pussy, you'll wind up over my knees.”
You nod and swallow down your shock but before you can respond Lloyd and his prickly mustache are buried deep in your folds.
Your head falls back with a whine as he rolls his lips over your clit and sucks.
His hands knead the flesh of your ass, a part of you you know he loves if the passing pinches and grabs are anything to go by.
The slurping sounds his mouth makes as he licks and sucks at your hole and clit are obscene. You can't contain your cries or the way your hands grip and tug at his short strands. And he likes it that way if the growls that reverberate against your pussy are anything to go by.
“Taste so fucking good kitten. I'm gonna stretch your tight little cunt out with my fingers and I need you to cum for me. Can you do that kitten?”
You nod, no longer thinking about what you're doing or how fucked up it is. All you care about is your need to cum.
“Please.”
Lloyd stops fucking your pussy with his tongue to ask, “Please what?”
“Please, daddy,” you pant.
“Good girl.”
Lloyd sucks your clit back into his mouth, at the same sliding two fingers into you, spearing your cunt open. He curls his fingers as he pumps them into you and finds that spot that makes your eyes roll back and flutter closed. Before you know it you're shouting, shaking as your release takes you over and you soak Lloyd's hand and chin.
“That's it, kitten. Fuckin look at you.” His fingers slow as you come down and it's like he doesn't want to take them from you the way he pulls away.
You watch in a gaze as Lloyd shucks his stupid white pants and boxers. How dare he be a douche and have the prettiest cock you've ever seen.
His eyes roam your naked form and you have a moment of self consciousness under his gaze. You shouldn't care what he thinks but you're not fit like the woman he's married to. You can't even begin to walk down that line of comparison without your head spinning. So you shake them away and focus on how filthy and hungry he looks covered in your juices, chest heaving as he lines up his long, thick cock with your pussy.
“Better than all the art in that book. All the art in the goddamn Louvre,” Lloyd says as he admires you. It’s like he knew you needed to hear it though, like he could see it on your face. He strokes his cock as he rubs it up and down your pussy lips. Every time his tip nudges your clit you jolt and whine.
“Shh, patience, baby.” His rough hand rubs your spread, thick thighs and he smacks them once, twice, over and over just to hear you cry out. That cruel smile takes over his handsome face again and the flat of his hand lands hard on your wet pussy. You cry out, tears springing to your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain.
Lloyd grips your thigh where you already feel hot and sore and slides in, stretching your pussy impossibly wide around him. The way he forces himself in, you feel like you're gonna split in two.
“Too much,” you wince. “Lloyd I can't, I can't.”
“You can. You will.”
He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, this one less brutal and much softer, sweeter like he's trying to ease your pain. You relax into him until you feel his pubic bone grind into your puffy clit.
“Oh fuck.”
“See. I knew you could kitten. Such a good girl taking daddy's big cock.” His hands rub soothing circles on your ass as he tilts you up higher and grinds into you deep.
You whine and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
“Please daddy. Please fuck me.”
You feel Lloyd's cock kick inside you and you tighten around him in return.
“God, you're gonna kill me, kitten.”
Suddenly he slides almost all the way out of you before slamming back in again. You scream and dig your nails into his thick shoulders.
Lloyd doesn't hold back and jackhammers into you, the force of his thrusts rattling your brain. He adjusts his grip, holding your knees practically to your ears, keeping you spread open and tilted back so he hits just the right spot every time.
It's not long before you feel that tightness coiling in your belly, clenching down on his cock as he slams in again and again.
“Gonna come again for me, kitten? That's it. Soak my cock, baby. Cum so I can fill your sweet little cunt up.”
He reaches between you to rub circles on your clit and the thread holding you tight finally snaps.
“Yes! Fuck daddy I'm coming!”
“Good girl, that's it baby.” Lloyd grits his teeth, groaning as warm spurts of his spend coats your walls.
There's so much it leaks around him and oozes out of you when he slides out.
“Fuck I love seeing you full of me.” Lloyd gathers his leaking cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. He laughs as you squirm, feeling raw and oversensitive.
“Lloyd,” you push at his hand.
“Don't push me away unless you want me to make you come again, kitten. Maybe two or three times.”
You gasp and pull back your hands, shaking your head.
“You sure?” He teases you as you pout. “Maybe later.”
Lloyd presses a kiss to your knee and helps you straighten out. You half expect him to leave you there, cold and empty, but he grabs your shorts and pulls them back on for you.
“Get up.”
Your legs are like jello but you stand.
Lloyd lightly wraps a possessive hand around your throat and kisses you soft and slow.
“You're mine now, kitten.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Oh how quickly you fold for this man.
“Your mother's gone for the weekend. Come keep me company,” he whispers against your lips. You nod and capture his mouth in another kiss.
“Yes, daddy.”
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ellethespaceunicorn · 8 months
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♥ ♦☾
Lloyd Hansen. You may call him Lloyd, I call him Sir.
I've got a few headcanons about the man.
Under a cut so that your dashboard stays a bit more organized.
♥ - family headcanon 
Lloyd doesn’t really do family 
As soon as he could get away from his WASP-y adoptive parents, he booked it 
He went as far West as he could get before he hit the Pacific Ocean 
He does kind of miss his twin brother Ransom 
But that’s also a touchy subject 
Because they were separated at birth and met later in life 
He has a sister, but he doesn’t miss the bitch 
He does miss the family dog, a mutt named Buzz who used to sleep at the foot of his bed 
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon 
Lloyd has an oral fixation, he likes lollipops, hard candies, and gum 24/7 
He also does not like to be touched  
Just doesn’t really give people permission to touch him unless he’s hurt or needs comfort (which is pretty rare if not sexual) 
Lloyd doesn’t really have hobbies, but he does like weapons 
He loves his butterfly knife  
He’s had a few of them over the years 
But his current one is his favorite 
He named it Duchess after the Mama cat in The Aristocats 
Lloyd will deny it through to the bitter end if you ask him about it 
His last knife was named Sugar Tits 
That’s best left unexplained 
IYKYK 
☾ - sleep headcanon 
Lloyd loves to sleep in the middle of his king-sized bed 
If he has “a guest”, he prefers they don’t sleep over 
Unless he’s so sated after sex that he falls asleep before kicking them out 
He sleeps clutching a pillow 
He prefers to be little spoon 
Feeling teeny tiny like Thumbelina is not something he gets to feel much 
He’d rather not cuddle someone unless they’re especially curvy 
He likes ‘em fluffy 
Lloyd doesn’t do alarms; he wakes up whenever he wants 
One of the joys of being a freelance merc/bounty hunter 
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citronbun · 3 months
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Lloyd if he had a nice, caring woman in his life:
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dungeonpuppykai · 9 months
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for the 5 daddies, i have this hc that whenever bunnys like upset or scared or anything she for sure seeks out Andy for comfort bc he's more scary but like he def makes her feel the safest and she 100% loves a firm hand
Sorry for being so late but--
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Warning(s): Slightly upset reader,  mentions of bondage, mentions of rough sex, dom-sub dynamics, thunder, fluff, power imbalance, one spank. 
Since Lloyd is the darkest Daddy who wants to see how far he can push and bend Bunny it's playtimes with him that usually end her up in this state.
Of course he always gives the best aftercare he can but his top secret much demanding work allows him a very limited and calculated amount of free time. 
So sometimes Bunny, as sensitive as she is, needs a little more.
Like tonight.
Her eyes are teary as the thunder rumbles outside the big glass window that is on the wall next to the big dark door of Andy's room.
Bunny's hand hovers over the wooden structure as she contemplates whether to knock or leave him alone because he already works so hard all day long. 
It wasn't even his aftercare to give. 
But it's like Andy has a way of sensing her discomfort.
He always seeks her out whenever she's upset. 
Maybe because of how quiet and observant he is. 
Before she can retreat her hand even though he's told her time and time again that it doesn't bother him, the door unlocks.
Her eyes widen as she looks left and right to hide because she doesn't wanna look like a creep! 
Bunny's eyes narrow down on the decorative lamp table placed on the opposite side of the window that is on the other side of his door.
Her naked feet hurriedly pat against the wooden floorboards as she rushes away and hides behind it. 
Andy walks out of the room and down the hall with his eyes set on his phone. 
Bunny sighs to herself as her body relaxes, eyes fluttering close as she wills her hammering heart to slow down. 
A few moments pass like that as she just watches the way he left and contemplates what to do next.
Andy made her feel the safest but he was still his intimidating strict self and naturally it made her very shy towards him. 
"Hide and seek?" Bunny gasped and jumped when his voice rumbled in her ear from behind.
"Daddy!" The girl defensively backs away from Andy's huge form as he smiles at her kneeling form on the ground. Like a rabbit ready to hop away. "Y- You!" She whips her head back to the way he left, momentarily forgetting that there was another way to get around the side of the hallway she was in. 
"Me…" The male is amused, both hands stuffed in his pockets. 
Bunny is still blinking at him and overcoming her shock when thunder strikes again and her whole body jumps, the tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally spilling. 
His smile fades away and concern replaces the amused expression. 
"Here" he holds out one hand for her to take and the younger literally jumps at it. 
"You should have just entered, no questions asked." Rules were for when she wasn't on the point of sobbing.
Her tiny hiccups had been audible from down the hall.
Bunny's peeks up at him through her wet lashes, bottom lip wobbling. 
"I- I am sowwy, Daddy…" He knows how hesitant and guilty she feels whenever she seeks him out because of another Daddy so he doesn't antagonize her too much. 
Instead, Andy envelops Bunny in his huge arms and kisses her forehead before taking her inside his room.
He makes her drink water as he leans against the headboard with her curled in his lap, caressing her back and scratching her scalp comfortingly to help her calm down. 
Andy softly reprimands her for walking around barefooted in this weather.
Bunny whimpers and rubs her face in his warm chest.
He holds her like that until she fully calms down and all her tense muscles loosen up in his arms, kissing her head and assuring her that it was all okay whenever thunder would strike.
Andy doesn't really carry her around like Jake, Ransom and Ari do but tonight is different.
These moments always are.
He knows he's walking on eggshells so he's extra careful with her. 
So he makes Bunny wrap her legs around his waist as he holds her up and against his chest like the spoiled baby bunny that she is. 
"What do you want?" As he carries her to the kitchen. 
"Ishe keam~" her very eager answer has him frowning. 
Yes, she lisps in her soft space sometimes. 
And it drives Lloyd and Jensen absolutely insane.
With Ransom it depends on how dark he's feeling. 
Ari just adores her no matter what she does.
But it's rare with Andy because of the strict discipline Dom that he is. 
"In this weather?" He doesn't need to add more to express his disapproval.
It's her turn to frown now.
"But my mouth!" 
Lloyd had been rough with the face fucking. 
"Your feet feel as if they're tiny little ice cubes." He replies as he grabs a pair of warm socks from her purple dresser in her Princess Bunny room. 
"Daddy can't say no!" Bunny huffs before pouting, thinking it would work like it does with Ransom, Jensen and sometimes Ari. 
"Bunny." Usually, Andy doesn't even warn but he does tonight because of her state.
"Bunny is ouchie!" Her eyebrows furrow as she raises her voice an octave. "Daddy can't say no!" 
He silently snorts to himself before looking down at her with a very familiar look, faintly raising an eyebrow. 
"But sir can." 
The tone and slight stiffness in his grip on her slightly sore ass -courtesy of Daddy Ransom- has her piping down almost instantly.
Andy is content in the peaceful silence as he expertly holds Bunny against him with one hand while the other starts up on the coffee machine for him and a warm cup of hot coco for her. 
Bunny whimpers with the thunder every now and then, hiding her flush face in the crook of his neck. 
She's whiny and clingy when he wants to put her on the counter so he can put her little socks on her icy feet. 
But she refuses to let go, pouting and tightening herself around him. 
It goes on for a bit before Andy firmly peels her off and places her on the counter, giving her a sharp look.
Bunny is whimpering again with her eyes lowered when he makes her wear the socks herself since whiny brats don't deserve Daddies that help them out with simple tasks that they're too dumb to do. 
But a loud spank delivers on her unsuspecting ass when Andy turns from the coffee machine to check on the stove and finds out that Bunny has crawled dangerously close to the bubbling hot coco pot, bending over it as she blows and giggles at the brown liquid. 
It ends with her getting corner time until he gets done with their drinks.
Andy makes her carry the drinks to his room so she stays reminded of her place. 
Yes, he loves to comfort her and would do anything to make her feel safe and protected. 
But that doesn't mean he will put up with a mouthy pouty brat. 
It is only after Bunny apologises once they're in the room that he allows her back in his arms, putting on a show they enjoy together. 
One of his hands is constantly caressing her back so she continues to remain relaxed.
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cottagecheese1 · 28 days
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Chapter 2
summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.
warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.
Series master list right here
The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.
After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.
Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.
Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.
You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.
Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.
Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.
“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.
You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.
“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.
Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.
Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.
💼
After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.
Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.
“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”
He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.
Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”
“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.
You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.
“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”
You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”
This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.
“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”
Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.
Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.
Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.
After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”
You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.
Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."
Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.
“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.
Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.
A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)
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harmonity-vibes · 1 year
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Yandere Six & Lloyd Headcannons
Author: Harmonity-vibes
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Being a Sierra agent, Six hasn't really known love. We will say that they did not grant him this right.
Especially with his asshole father trying to kill him several times.
He has only known violence and he is tired of it.
Secretly he always wanted a life with a wife and children.
But as Fitzroy had said, he would not have the possibility to live this dream, until he see you.
When he first saw you, he was on a mission.
He had to finish his mission to see you secretly.
He knew that following people wasn't right but he was too afraid to talk to you for fear of scaring you.
So he keeps following you.
He likes to know that you are okay at all times. Claire would consider him a stalker.
He never has anything of his own but as soon as he saw you he wanted you to be his.
Six won't hurt a simple civilian, but he will make potential competitors move away from you.
He is very cunning and determined.
He will try to get as much information about you as possible. He will even sign up on Instagram to follow you.
He will court you and try to please you as much as he can. I mean it's Six.
But he'll resort to kidnapping if you reject him multiple times.
He's seen so much crap that he wants to protect you from it by taking you for himself.
He is so madly in love with you that he would pursue you all over the world.
And how the cat and mouse game gives Six an erection.
He is very patient with you and then he likes to take his time when hunting you.
Six is a very nice person. He kills people but they are bad people.
He feels responsible for you. So it's important to him that you obey him. We know he's very protective of Claire so why wouldn't he be with you.
He's not like Lloyd, he won't manipulate you but he will keep an eye on you. He's your guardian angel.
If you are too reckless he will be forced to lock you in your room. But it's okay, he's got it set up so you'll feel comfortable.
He makes it clear that he would never dare to hurt you. Even if he kidnapped you he could never hurt his angel.
If one day you finally fall in love with him, he will be in heaven.
He will treat you as the most precious thing in his eyes.
He is not a fan of PDAs, he is very intimate. He likes to hold your hand, he finds them cute and it calms him down during his stressful times.
Sex with Six is slow and very passionate.
He dreamed of your body every night. He masturbated when you were not yet ready to do it with him.
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As a sociopath, Lloyd would never think of feeling anything for another human.
Until he met you.
As soon as he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you.
He's never known a feeling this powerful, not since you.
When he realized he couldn't walk away from you. He knew he'd fallen head over heels in love with you.
Now all he wants is to have you for himself.
He would be a stalker type.
He can torture someone with no problem, so why can't he get you.
He is very persistent.
It will easily obtain your personal information. He was still a CIA agent.
Now that he is self-employed, he can do what he couldn't do at the CIA.
He followed you and he doesn't hide it. He steals your clothes, he takes note of every one of your desires, hobbies.
It will even check the information about your friends if they are able to stay friends with you.
I warn you he will take away all your friends.
Even if you were trying to notify the police. They couldn't do anything.
You'll be all alone against him.
You may as well run away, he will find you every time. He has his ways…
Did I tell you that he would kill anyone who got in his way? No ? Well, now you know.
You are that he finally has you in his clutches, he will do anything to make you love him. I said everything.
He finds it amusing to see you struggle because he knows you can never get out of his life. He finds it more fun than his torture.
He is very manipulative with you. It is Lloyd after all. ^^
If one day you finally fall in love with him, he will be in heaven. He will spoil you like no other.
You will be his little princess.
Only you can bring out the softer side of Lloyd.
He is very PDA.
Who knew Lloyd was a romantic ?
He likes to hold you close all the time especially in public.
With Lloyd the sex is very rough and sensual.
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stargirlfics · 2 years
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I had a certain thot I promised you, yes? 🥰 here we are ❤️
the juxtaposition between Lloyd and Six is quite obvious. They handle your situations a lot differently. One uses their head, the other goes for the gun instantly and doesn’t care who they have to hurt. They can never agree to something. The only thing they can get on the same page about is the love they seem to have for you.
But other things? Don’t even think about it. Especially, in the bedroom.
You’re in and out of consciousness with the way they both managed to tear you apart. Orgasm after orgasm and thinking clearly is something that’s difficult to do.
You’re caught up in two men, two past rivals, with really good dick. A harsh slap to your ass was enough to rattle you back into reality, the additional feeling of a pinky ring told you who it was.
“God, Six, I don’t know how you haven’t gotten to this ass before, it’s so fuckin’ good and she’s so fuckin’ soaked, just swallowin’ my dick. Fuck”
And Lloyd was ruthless, especially when the rhythm came after you got adjusted to his size. He fucked with vigor and a sense of hunger, he was obsessed already.
You whimpered, grasping onto the hand that had one asscheek harshly gripped. His nails dug into your skin, it pricked tears in the corner of your eyes.
“Daddy p-please-“ you cried out, “please it’s too much, I can’t—“
Lloyd released just to lay another smack to the same area, making you wail. And all he did was chuckle and continue to fuck into your ass.
“Think that’s gonna make me let up? You know I love it when you cry, baby, it keeps my dick hard and fucking you like I own you because I fucking do, now stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat before I do worse”
The tears streamed freshly from your eyes and down your cheeks. He was making you feel heavenly but Lloyd could be really mean.
“Shh, it’s okay, hey, look at daddy” a much more softer and comforting voice called from below you, the handsome yet straining from pleasure face of Six met yours. He was fucking your pussy but he was sweeter about it. So much sweeter.
He cupped your face and carefully brought you down to his, lips capturing yours easily as his hips continued to pump up into your warm canal. He groaned.
“Daddy’s got you, okay? Don’t let him make you cry. As hot as it is to see you cry from us ruining you, he’s just being an asshole”
You rested your forehead on his, eyes closed and nodding gently. “It f-feels so good though, daddy, he’s just not nice sometimes”
That made Lloyd chuckle once more, scooping you up by his forearm and bringing you into his chest. “Aww, did daddy upset his sunshine?” Lloyd asked in mock sympathy. And you nodded,“well he’s sorry, okay? He’ll be more gentle next time”
Turning your head to meet his, Lloyd kissed you slowly and filthily, your walls subtly clenching around Six, you heard the noise he made from below.
Then you felt Lloyd lay a sharp pinch to your nipple making you whine and thrash out of his hold, falling back into Six’s chest.
“But I said next time, next time isn’t now, suck it up and take what I give you, fuckin’ brat”
Six rolled his eyes and held you in his arms as he continued to fuck you, whispering sweet nothings and how he’ll make you feel better afterwards. His blues locked with Lloyd’s blues.
“You’re such a dick, you know that?”
Bestie I’ve been feral over this the entire dayyyy!!! You’re so right 🥵 Lloyd and Six are such polar opposites in so many ways expect for their love and desire for you, methods differ but their end goal is always to please you
Literally on my knees for them both! Lloyd is definitely such an ass man, he always wants to fuck it because it’s especially tight around him and he enjoys just how much you love it and how much harder you cry when he pounds it and then my goddd the way Six comforts you and gives you that loving care….I want it so bad!
Six is definitely a soft daddy and Lloyd is a mean daddy and both of them give you whiplash with it but it’s so so good, it creates such a sweet balance and you always come so hard when they’re fucking you right
THIS IS GOLD OMG I LOVE YOU, I LOVE THIS!!! I cannot wait to finish writing my threesome fic of them because whew chile I need them!
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Lloyd Hanson x shy, polite reader headcannons? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
Whoooooooooo I love this man. I also like having manners, so this is up my alley 😄
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He fucking loves how polite you are. He thinks it's adorable. He's never met someone with such pristine manners as yours. The constant "please" and "thank you"s you offer him everyday feed that massive fucking ego of his.
The power he feels, being able to provide for you, being able to deny you if he sees fit.
He does have to work hard to find a fault in your behavior just so he can punish you.
Oh boy, does he love punishing you. It doesnt even have to be over something big, but he'll find a reason to have you bent over his knee so he can spank you, just to hear the squeals and yelps as you count and apologize so sweetly.
Just as much as he loves punishing you, he loves rewarding you.
He rewards you at least 50 times more than he punishes you, and he lives for it.
All he wants is to spoil you rotten, eat your pretty little pussy then fuck you into oblivion.
He loves sending you flowers.
Gifts out the wazoo. Things you didnt even know you wanted. Things you've always wanted, and things you need. He'll give it all. Especially knowing he'll get a kiss and a heartfelt "thank you."
He lowley has a praise kink.
He also loves bringing you to functions and meetings because he knows you'll behave. You're a great representation of him, so he loves showing off how perfect you are because it means that he'd perfect.
I love him. End of list.
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emotionalmessss · 10 months
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Rules & Masterlist
fandoms I enjoy writing for: hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, code geass, my hero academia, naruto, tomodachi game, & the grey man
characters I enjoy writing for: chrollo, sukuna, dabi, shigaraki, lelouch, & lloyd hansen. I am also open to itachi, toji, megumi, yuji, hisoka, feitan, etc etc
things I will not write: omega verse, necrophilia, somnophilia, pet play, ddlg, human waste, & incest. no shame here, but I do not feel comfortable with those themes. if you are unsure if I am open to writing something, ask/inbox me <3
things I will write: much of my work have underlining themes of yandere & non/dub-con. Im not opposed to writing lighter stuff. I usually write drabbles, headcanons, & full fics (2K-15K words). almost all of my content is character x fem!reader. I write basically anything & would love to hear your suggestions and thoughts <3
requests & such: I'm open to a lot of ideas and concepts. if you want to ask something, please do! I love interacting with you guys! I ask only to let me know if you want a short drabble, headcanon, or a fic. otherwise I will kinda go my own way with it :)
drabbles/images -
headcanons -
chrollo: yandere/se!fharm themes
sukuna: flinching/frightened reader | fragile s/o
fics -
sukuna: king of curses | plaything
chrollo: dead end part 1 | dead end part 2 | dead end part 3 | stuck
lloyd hansen: punishments
dabi: revenge | diabolical dealings
shigaraki: diabolical dealings
this is my first masterlist & I know it isn't organized the best. lol I tried :(
I plan to update it as frequently as I can & when I write more
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babyjakes · 3 months
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did something bad.
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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
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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!
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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.
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annoyingdragonheart · 6 months
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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months
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Headcanon for your top 5 chris characters:
1 honeymoon per character - what country do you travel to and where do your naughty activities take place?
Oh!! I love this...my top 5, and in order
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here's the thing with Andy, I believe you're going to be pregnant before you get married. So you're not going out of the country. He's a Newton, MA man, so he's going to take you out, but it'll be in driving distance, because you are pregnant. He'd drive the two of you to a remote Air BNB. Talk about the snuggles, and sweet love. Andy is going to PAMPER you. You're pregnant after all. Not to say that Andy is vanilla, but you are limited. But I just think his favorite thing is spoiling you, and talking to the belly.
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My sweet pretty baby boy!! Ransom worships you! He has looked for love, and you were the first one to give it to him, and he is so thankful. He is going to spoil you. Where do you want to go? He's taking you. I also think he would be in love with a destination wedding, and forget to tell his family, minus Harlan. He's allowed to go. Ransom does not strike me as a tropical kind of guy. I can see a little tromp through Europe. Paris? England? Ireland? You name it. He'll take you.
Uhh...Ransom has some special needs when it comes to the bedroom. I think he can be dominate, yes, but I also feel he has this tendency to need his own pampering. I think that he may need to be babied. Reminded how special and amazing he is. Hold him and rock him. Baby that man. And because you do that for him, he is going to treat you like his little slut. He's rough and demanding.
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Are you the bread winner? Frank seems to struggle with cash flow. So...you're staying local. He lives in St. Petersburg, so that's fine. Most the money is going for a bigger house. Mary needs an actual room instead of a cubby hole.
I think Frank would actually talk to one of his customers for the use of a boat. He has this potential to be the sweetest and most romantic, but he's simple. I also think that he is eventually going to go back to teaching. Especially with some support from you. But just floating the ocean with Frank is enough. Gazing at the stars late at night. Now Frank...I do think he's a bit vanilla. But I think after marriage that breeding kink goes WAY up. Wouldn't be surprised if you get a wittle Frankie.
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LAVISH AND EXTRAVAGANT! You think Ransom is going to spoil you? Nay, Lloyd is going to have you dripping in diamonds. He is going to take you around the world. Flying private jets. You may have to take a break for him to work, but don't worry. He'll come back to destroy you later.
Lloyd likes pretty things, and he likes his pet. You will be used. It doesn't matter what you want. It's what Lloyd wants. He is going to have your face mashed into the mattress, and have you begging and sobbing that you can't take anymore. He's going to prove that you can. And he's going to make sure that his bodyguards hear just how weak he makes you.
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Look at this complete ANGEL! Okay this one is taking you somewhere with lots of snow, and cold, and no sweat, heat, or humidity. He's done the tropical thing for too long. He won't be doing it with you. He also likes to have fun. Except a dog sledding excursion, sledding, skiing, snowboarding, whatever. Cute little nose kisses in the snow, building a snowman...ugh, he's cute!!
Jake is a switch. So don't expect everything to be one sided. He's going to need you to overpower him. And he is going to BEG for it. He'll be your sweet little puppy.
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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 months
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I'm so glad to find a black woman writing for Lloyd 😭thank you for your service ma'am!!
How would you think Lloyd would react to his lady matching his outfits? Like, maybe he doesn't know she's matching until they see each other later in the day, but when he does, he's all....ohh yeeeah
Once again, thank you for your work and your brain! 💕💜🌟
I am so glad to be able to get out these little stories and headcanons (and trust me, I love making headcanons, so send me prompts pls)
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~thank you for the ask nonnie!!! headcanon under the cut~
warnings: daddy kink, domestic!lloyd sorta, a mini dive into lloyd's closet, written with black curvy woman in mind
there are many words you can use to describe lloyd hansen
sociopathic
methodical
drop-dead gorgeous
but of all the things you enjoy about your man, your favorite has to be his wardrobe
i mean, the man has enough outfits to open a boutique
and his closet is color coordinated, of course
and you have to give it to him, he can dress well, perfectly polished and everything fits him like a glove
that tight little ass of his is always on display in those tight pastel or khaki pants he wears
the first time you decide to wear something to match him is when he puts on that yellow, grey, and white striped polo that you hated on the hanger but that looks so good on him that you wanted to sink to your knees and greyish tan straight-leg chinos
and he looked so fucking good when he left the house this morning and you were salivating like the thirsty hussy you are
you get dressed in a yellow ribbed cotton button-down spaghetti strap dress and it fits over your curves like a second skin
you go about your business of running errands and by the time you come home, lloyd is on the couch again enjoying a lowball of D'USSÉ XO with his feet up on the table in those god awful mocassins that you wish he would get rid of for a sexier shoe but whatever
you drop your new bags of clothing and come over to straddle Daddy's lap, adjusting your dress so that the opening of buttons is right at your apex
he lets his hands roam over you until they settle at your hips
"don't you look pretty today, sunshine...love this color against your skin"
"thank you daddy"
the second time you are matching him gets his attention
he is wearing this slutty little mock turtleneck and some beige slacks and he looks delectable, the top is so tight across his pecs that you wanna put your face in between his tits and
he calls and wants you to meet him for lunch and you have the perfect outfit to match him
a black bodycon dress with an opening in the back that is only held together with a flimsy little string with a small string of pearls around your neck
walking up to the restaurant after being helped out of the car by your driver, you see daddy looking over the menu with his brows furrowed, searching for what he craves until his head pops up at the sound of your heels clacking
"hey daddy, how was work?" you say, kissing his lips before taking a seat across from him
"work was murder, as always, sunshine. but enough about work, look at you! lookin' good enough to eat, pretty girl"
"thank you daddy"
while you look over the menu, you can see lloyd in your peripheral vision looking past his menu at your relaxed posture
"they don't have what i want on the menu"
"what did you want daddy?" you close your menu, expecting him to suggest a different restaurant
"you"
the look in his eyes has you shook, hungry eyes with pupils blown stare back at you
i guess he likes the dress
the third time you dress like him, he gets the hint
especially when it is a little obvious when you watch him do his morning routine
showering, shaving, moisturizing, hair...and that his routine
he chooses a patterned navy and white polo and dark blue pants and you pull out a shiny blue dress that is about knee-length with frilly accents and off-the-shoulder sleeves
you dress while he does and he watches you with amusement as he puts on his watch
his eyes are on you while his hands are in his pockets, you are pulling on your heels and looking up at him
"what?"
"so how long have you been matching everything i wear, sunshine"
you just smile and finish up the buckle on your shoe
"i have no idea what you're talking about, daddy"
he just chuckles and kisses your neck and exits the bedroom
you follow him out and put your hand in his
he pulls your joined hands to his lips and lays a kiss on your ring finger where a large diamond sits sparkling in the light of the sun through the windows
you beam with pride, knowing you made the big mean scary lloyd hansen into a somewhat domestic daddy...
🫠🎀🥺
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citronbun · 3 months
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Please explain in GRAVE DETAIL why you voted for your choice. (Only if you want to, no pressure but … I beg)
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