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The Mobster’s Wife

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus size reader

a/n: hey cuties, this is my first time writing a Mob AU so I really hope you all like it. Please read the warnings before moving forward.

warnings: 18+ Minors Dni Mob AU, mentions of being a mobster and implied themes, no graphic details, angst, arranged marriage, crying, reader has body insecurities, implied body shaming (not from Lloyd), cooking and eating mentioned, doubts of infidelity (but nothing really), overthinking, fluff, soft moments, kissing, mention of sex but nothing happens, flirting. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Some say you are happiest on the day you become a bride.

In your case, you didn’t even know what to feel. A cloud of confusion wrapped you up when you walked down the aisle. All eyes on you, judging, measuring and probably calculating the outcome of this wedding.

Your eyes landed on the man you were destined to call your husband. His jaw sharp, beautiful blue eyes that had a sense of dominance in them, plump pink lips making a straight line, making it hard to read what might be going in his mind. But the feature that stood out most on his conventionally beautiful face, was a neatly trimmed moustache.

Everything was mechanical after that, the vows, the rings, the kiss, everything. Cheers and claps brought you out of the trance and it hit you suddenly that you were indeed married at that point. You were Mrs. Hansen.

Dinner involved loud toasts and speeches, mainly with the intention of impressing your husband. Everyone wanted to be in his good books, and why wouldn’t they? Lloyd Hansen was one of the most powerful and influential mobsters of the city. And the man lived up to his image.

Even though everything was so loud around you, you didn’t miss the absolute silence that surrounded your husband and you. And that silence continued when you found yourself in front of your new house, a massive one.

Being the daughter of a mobster, you were not unfamiliar with luxury and riches, sure you tried to stay away from all of it as much as possible because you didn’t want to be a part of the mobster life, in fact you wanted to get out of the city, the country if it was possible and live an independent life, away from it all.

But life had other plans, or rather your family. You hardly knew the man you got married to. His house spoke a lot about him, you realised as you walked inside his grand home. Dark hues all around, had a gorgeous glow, minimalistic and fashionable, a lot like the man who was walking beside you. The silence still there.

It was only broken when his men entered, they exchanged a few words, your focus on taking in the interiors of your new home.

When they left, your husband turned towards you, as if finally seeing you. The more his sharp gaze took you in, the more insecure you felt about yourself. You wrapped your hands around your upper body and looked down, but his gaze didn’t leave you yet. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. The heat was gone in a moment as a cold voice reached your ears.

“Your room is upstairs, you can decorate it however you want to.” Lloyd spoke, his first words to you “My room is downstairs and I like my privacy. I don’t expect much from you but there are certain rules you must follow. There are areas in this house which are off limits. The rest you are free to explore unless I tell you not to, in case I have some important meeting here. Don’t go out of the house without informing me. I’ll arrange a car for you.”

There was complete lack of emotions behind his voice as he went on with the rules.

“I expect you the follow the rules, another thing I expect from you, but won’t demand, is for you to cook for me.” And with that Lloyd left you behind making his way upstairs. When he saw you weren’t following him, he stood in his place and sighed.

“Do I have to invite you? I’m showing you your room, hurry up I don’t have all the time in the world.” Lloyd didn’t try to hide his irritation.

So that was how your married life was supposed to be. Sure it was an arranged marriage, you weren’t expecting love. And you knew from what you had heard about Lloyd that he wasn’t exactly a soft man. You wondered what this marriage had in store for you, as you went up the stairs.

With a huff, Lloyd opened the door of your room. You both went inside. A big but dull room, not like the rest of the house you saw. Perhaps a guest room?

“This will be your room from now on. No one will disturb you here. If you want to buy something for your room, or something for yourself go ahead. here keep this card.” Lloyd gave you a credit card. You were still in a haze about everything. Was this how mob marriages were supposed to be?

Before the wedding one of your main concerns was to share a room and a bed with a stranger. At least that won’t be a problem. But you didn’t feel relieved at all, a pit of doubt formed in your stomach. Was this all happening because of your appearance? He must had known how you looked before agreeing to the marriage right? Or maybe you were overthinking and this was just how most of these marriages were. Mobsters had the image of being with many women. Perhaps Lloyd was one of them.

All you could do was nod to let your husband know you had understood everything. With that Lloyd left your room. As the door shut, a little harshly maybe, all the negative thoughts came rushing to you, and it didn’t help when you ventured in front of the mirror and saw yourself in your wedding dress. Alone, on your wedding night.

You used to have some insecurities about your body but you had tried your best to overcome them and you were definitely in a much better place. That was before you were left alone in that big room, on your wedding night.

It was difficult to explain, because not that you were eager to be sleeping with a stranger, a mobster, the worst ideas about what he might do to you and your body had already flashed in front of your eyes many times before the wedding. Mob families were full of misogyny, hence there was an unspoken, actually sometimes directly spoken rule of pleasing the husbands, and always doing what they said. You were nervous and scared about your wedding night, but even with those multiple thoughts, being left alone somehow didn’t cross your mind. Did Lloyd leave because he didn’t like the way you looked? Did he leave because he wasn’t at all attracted to you?

Lloyd didn’t even talk to you properly, or ask anything about you. Just informed you what he wanted to and left. You hardly knew him but you sure wanted to learn more about the man you were supposed to spend your life with, unfortunately or fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with Lloyd.

Your luggage was already there in your room and you changed into something comfortable. The bed was big, and soft. You lied down and covered up yourself with a blanket. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Tried your best to fall in slumber. And you did, eventually after some turning and tossing.

The next morning you woke up and got ready for the day. You made your way down towards the kitchen. All it took was a little exploring, and you found some ingredients and utensils to make a simple breakfast. You didn’t know what Lloyd liked so you decided to stick to classics. Toast, eggs, bacon and a fresh pot of coffee.

Soon you could hear footsteps towards the kitchen, and the confidence the footsteps had, made it clear, it was none other than the owner of the house. You looked at him, even in the morning he was well dressed, hair neatly gelled back.

“Morning” you wished Lloyd and in return got a nod. “I’ve made breakfast, didn’t know what you like-” you couldn’t finish before Lloyd made his way towards the dining table, and started reading a newspaper. Clearly not interested in listening to whatever you had to say.

You took a deep breath, and tried to deny the little pang you felt in your chest. Serving the breakfast on a plate, and pouring coffee in a cup, you took it to the table and placed it in front of your husband. His face was still behind the newspaper.

“I hope you like the food.” And finally the newspaper was out of the way and Lloyd looked straight into your eyes. His piercing gaze had quite an effect on you. No further words were exchanged.

Lloyd started eating and you joined him on the table with your food and coffee. You wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Lloyd’s focus was on the food, his phone chimed and his focus shifted towards his phone. You gave up and started eating.

He was soon done eating and with a quick ‘thank you’ he left you alone. Again.

And that became your routine for the next few days. You were alone most of the time, explored the house, the parts you were allowed to see of course, got acquainted with it. There was a Television in your room and you decided to binge watch something, to keep yourself distracted from other things.

The only time you weren’t alone was during breakfast and sometimes dinner, Lloyd generally accompanied you. He had informed you he was usually out during the day so no need to prepare lunch for him and that sometimes he would come home late so not to wait for him. You always prepared dinner for him though, when he was late you kept it in the fridge. Left a note there, to let him know.

One night, when Lloyd was late again, you decided to wait up. When he arrived it was quite late. You were sitting at the dining table, reading a book to stay up.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd’s deep voice made his presence known. You were quite invested in the book so you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“I’m- I was waiting for you to come home” Lloyd sighed and ran his fingers through his now slightly disheveled hair. “How was your day?” You asked bravely, hoping to get some response from him. Anything.

“I told you, you don’t have to stay up for me. You should have gone to bed.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to check on you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lloyd sighed again. “And to answer your question, I’m alive aren’t I? So you can get from that how my day was.” You gulped and looked down.

“I’ve made dinner.” You almost whispered.

“Yeah I can heat it and have it on my own, you don’t have to stay. You can go sleep.” Only if he understood that you wanted to stay.

Or maybe he did understand that, and that was why he wanted you to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with you. Not like Lloyd had not done or said anything to make you fee otherwise. The time you spent together felt obligatory or just to maintain decency. You wished him a good night and went back to your room.

There wasn’t much change in the following few weeks, except you stopped trying to make conversation with your husband. You did what you were supposed to and kept to yourself.

“I have a party to attend today” Lloyd spoke while you two were having breakfast. Why was he informing you suddenly? He hardly ever told you his plans for the day. Was he- was he inviting you to go with him? You got lost in your thoughts and Lloyd tried to figure what you might be thinking.

“You’re invited as well but you don’t have to go, I’m don’t think you’ll like the company.” Oh, it wasn’t an invitation. You nodded. Of course Lloyd didn’t want you there. Why would he? He would probably be embarrassed if he was seen with you. The man was quite attractive, gorgeous beautiful ladies were desperate for him. God they’d probably lick his wounds if he just spared them a glance. There was no way he would want to be seen with you.

You let out an ‘okay’ and focused on eating. Lloyd could sense something going on in your head but he didn’t know you enough and shouldn’t assume anything. As usual he was finished eating before you and he left the table with his usual ‘thank you’.

Sleep felt like a distant thought that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of Lloyd and what he might be doing in the party. Did he have a mistress, or many? Was that another reason he didn’t want you at the party, would she be there?

You desperately tried to remove those thoughts from your mind and think about positive things, but you didn’t find any. Eventually your mind got tired of thinking and let you sleep.

The next morning you had breakfast alone. No sign of Lloyd. Later you got a call from him.

“I’ll come home early today, I have a meeting in the evening. I’ll have some people over. And I don’t want you to come down tonight when the meeting takes place, understood? Stay in your room.” And as soon as he was done speaking he hung up the phone.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was evening. You had already prepared dinner so that you won’t have to go down later. Unfortunately you didn’t bring up any of that food to your room.

It was getting late and you were getting hungry. Maybe if you quickly grabbed some food it won’t be a problem. Besides, the meeting was taking place in the office, which was far away from the kitchen.

You silently went down and opened the door of the fridge, but before you could do anything, an angry, very angry Lloyd appeared behind you.

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions?”

You kept quiet, looked away.

“Answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’m sorry I just-“

“You’re sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I told you not to come down. It was a simple and clear instruction. Are you that dumb?”

And the angrier his tone got, the more you lost control of your emotions.

“I-“ You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Are you fucking crying right now? Is that supposed make me feel bad when you’re the one who didn’t follow instructions? You know what, I’m done talking to you. Go up to your room and cry all you want there. Just not in front of me. I have a meeting to get back to. I don’t have time-“ The tables turned, and it was Lloyd who couldn’t finish his sentence this time. You ran past him. Went up to your room as quickly you could and shut the door.

Lloyd sighed and went back to his meeting. You on the other hand cried your heart out. Everything piled up together and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. In that moment you truly realised how alone you were. You had no one, and your husband hated you.

When Lloyd’s meeting got over, he went to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door of the fridge to get his dinner, he realised there was another container of food, resembling the one kept for him.

Oh fuck. You must had come down to get your dinner. Lloyd closed the fridge and made his way up to your bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but his feet were moving on their own towards your room, before his mind could process much.

As he stood outside your room, he could hear your cries. Lloyd didn’t feel much for people, but something about you was breaking all his walls and he was nervous about it. He barely knew you. Lloyd didn’t trust people easily. That didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all to see you cry. To hurt you unintentionally. He was just trying to protect you from any kind of possible danger.

Lloyd realised that damage was already done and it would be better to give you space. That was how your husband always tried to make you feel comfortable, by giving you space. If he only knew it was having the exact opposite effect.

The next day you didn’t show up for breakfast. Lloyd found the kitchen empty as well as the dining table. He realised he had royally fucked up. Or maybe you were simply late? But you were never late.

Lloyd decided to wait for you. His day was comparatively less packed. An hour turned into two. Still there was no sign of you. With a deep sigh. Lloyd made his way up to your bedroom. He knocked on your door.

You woke up early in the morning after crying yourself to sleep last night. But you didn’t feel like leaving your room. You were still wrapped up in your blanket when you heard the knock on the door. Maybe Lloyd was angry because you didn’t make breakfast, but to be fair you didn’t really care about it at that moment. Dragging your feet towards the door, you opened it.

Your eyes were puffy due to crying. But you made sure not to drop a single drop of tear in front of your husband. No words came out of you, you didn’t have anything to say to be fair.

“You should get something to eat.” Lloyd managed to speak out, his voice had no anger. A little concern maybe but you were too upset to notice.

“I don’t feel like eating”

“But you-“ Lloyd cleared his throat “you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday” A humourless chuckle left your mouth.

“That doesn’t concern you does it? It’s not like you care.”

“Doesn’t matter if I care or not” Lloyd replied.

“You don’t care, just admit you don’t. Admit that you are embarrassed by me and that’s why you didn’t want anyone to see me. That’s why you were so adamant about me not going down wasn’t it? You are ashamed of me.” Your voice was slowly getting louder.

“You think I asked you to stay in your room because I’m ashamed of you? The people who were attending the meeting were dangerous people, bad people, I wanted you to stay here so that you were safe. I was trying to protect you.”

“Really? Everyone is afraid of you, what possibly could those people have done?”

“Well I’m not going to justify my decisions. It’s my responsibility to protect you and that’s what I was doing.”

“Fine, even if that was the case yesterday, what about the day before, when you didn’t want me to go to that party, huh? You even said I was invited, still didn’t take me with you, why? I’ll tell you, it’s because you are ashamed of me.”

“The only reason I didn’t take you with me is because I have heard you don’t like the mob world. I thought this marriage is already a burden for you and that I shouldn’t trouble you more by making you attend these parties.” Lloyd spoke loudly but only to make his point. But he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for making you feel that he might be ashamed of you. That wasn’t the case at all. Lloyd knew this marriage was just a deal, between two Mob families. Of course it wasn’t an ideal marriage, and whatever he had heard about you, from his different sources, was that you didn’t want to belong in this world of violence, but unfortunately you got married into it. So giving you space felt like he was doing you a favour.

Lloyd wasn’t always proud of everything he did but he knew it was necessary. That made him believe the less you knew about him, the less you would dislike him. He didn’t want his wife to dislike him, or worse, be scared of him. Hence pushing you away seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.

But in that moment, Lloyd realised keeping you at distance had a reverse effect than what he had intended.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t realise you felt like that.” You kept quiet, still looking away “Hey look at me.” And you did.

“There is actually another party tonight, I wasn’t gonna go anyway, but if you want to, we can both go together.” You weren’t really in the mood to attend a party, but if it was just crumbs you were gonna get as hopes of spending time with your husband, then you were gonna take them.

“Alright. We can go together.” Came your reply, and Lloyd gave you a nod.

“Let’s have breakfast now come on.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” You asked and he shook his head.

“What do you wanna eat?“ You asked.

“I was thinking about cooking today. Do you like pesto eggs?”

For the first time in your married life, you didn’t feel that distant to your husband. It wasn’t like you both talked a lot, hardly in fact, still it felt like the air around you was a little more relaxed than usual.

The pesto eggs Lloyd made were truly very delicious.

“This is so good.” You commented without looking up from your plate. Lloyd smiled.

Your husband had some work to do, he went to complete them in his home office, while you decided to do something about your current cried out appearance. You were nervous about what to wear for the party.

Finally settled on a long black dress that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, just the perfect fit, most importantly one that looked pretty good, and made you feel comfortable.

When Lloyd saw you in that dress it was very hard for him to not keep staring at you. You always looked so cute but tonight, wow.

“You look nice.” You weren’t used to many compliments. And thus you didn’t really know how to respond to them and decided to stick with the classic response, ‘thank you’

“You look nice too.” It was true, actually Lloyd always looked so handsome. You would be lying if you said you haven’t stared at him from time to time when he wasn’t looking.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent. Both of you stole glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. One time you caught Lloyd looking at you and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. Before getting out of the car Lloyd finally broke the silence.

“As I had said earlier, these people might not be the best company for you, but since we are here, let’s try to have a good time. But if something happens, if you feel uncomfortable or even boring, just let me know and we’ll leave. Alright?” You nodded as a smile appeared on your face. Maybe he did care about you.

The party was truly nothing you had ever seen or experienced. Mobsters, rich businessmen, influential people everywhere, not to forget the gorgeous women adding to the grandeur of the party. And the air carried a distinct smell of alcohol mixed with hints of danger.

It was all kind of overwhelming, and something about the party wasn’t sitting right with you, maybe simply because it was all new to you, and also because Lloyd rightly said those people weren’t definitely your ideal company.

Lloyd introduced you to some people before excusing himself when he was called by others. You tried roaming around but the way most people looked you up and down, scanning, wondering how you were chosen as the lucky one to be Lloyd Hansen’s wife made you feel uneasy.

You tried to ignore the whispers and poorly covered laughs, you even heard things like ‘her father must be very influential and rich if Lloyd married someone like her’ and ‘of course this marriage is nothing but a deal, look at them, they don’t fit together’

Their words finally got to you when your eyes began to moisten. You made your way towards the bar, but there were too many people present. Who were you kidding when you thought you can belong in this world? Most of those people were either too heartless, too misogynistic or too full of themselves. Definitely not your type of crowd. Those people only understood money and power.

Your eyes automatically started scanning for Lloyd. You didn’t have to look much, as the man appeared right beside you.

“What’s wrong?” His question made you look away to wipe off any sign of tears, his words still fresh in your mind which had made you decide never to cry in front of him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. Did someone say anything to you?” His voice a mixture of concern and anger, anger which you could feel wasn’t directed towards you.

You shook your head. Technically it wasn’t a lie, no one said anything directly to you. Lloyd didn’t push you more on that topic. The way you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your hands made it quite evident that no matter what happened, you didn’t feel comfortable in that atmosphere.

“We’re leaving, come on. This party is too boring anyway.”

The ride back home was almost nerve wracking. Would Lloyd be angry at you? He did say you probably won’t like the party but you still wanted to go. And now you’re leaving quite early. Although Lloyd hadn’t shown any signs of anger towards you, the slight tick in his jaw made you feel worried.

As soon as you were home, you decided it’s best to get to the point and apologise before things could go wrong any further.

“I’m sorry.” Your random apology caught Lloyd off guard.

“Huh? What are you apologising for?” His question made you question yourself. Exactly, why were you? Except the part that you didn’t take Lloyd’s suggestion and still went to the party, you didn’t exactly do anything wrong, did you?

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry to disappoint you I guess.”

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Lloyd took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, answer me honestly, why did you want to go to that party? It was clear you didn’t feel comfortable there, and that those assholes aren’t exactly your ideal type of people. You have grown up in a mob family, I’m sure you know how those people can get, and I’m also sure you are not like them. So why?” You gulped. Lloyd definitely knew more about you than you expected, or he very quickly had understood a lot about you.

“I get so alone in the house. I didn’t want to feel so lonely, I wanted to spend time with you.” You answered without beating around the bush. Not that it didn’t make you extremely nervous to say those words. A smile, no a smirk appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“Hmm so my pretty wife wanted attention from me? If that was the case you could have just asked for it” Lloyd came closer to you with each word. But then the playfulness of his tone shifted to something more caring “Did I actually make you feel so alone?” You nodded

“Truth be told, I felt giving you space was what you needed. I know it’s not easy giving up your life and start living with a stranger, that to with a mobster. It felt like the less you know about me the better it would be. But now, I guess it wasn’t such a good idea.” Lloyd confessed and gently held your hand. “I’ll try to do better from now on.”

“Lloyd, you know, I thought you kept your distance from me because of the way I look, many people have implied I’m not beautiful before, so I got used to it. And when you didn’t interact much with me, even though I tried, I thought that was the case.“

“Who told you you’re not beautiful? Did someone insult you? Give me names, you know I can-“ Your chuckle stopped him mid-speech. You couldn’t help it, you liked the way he suddenly got all protective over you.

“Listen, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you have the most beautiful heart. Far too beautiful for an asshole like me.”

In that moment, he didn’t feel like Mobster Lloyd, but just your husband.

“Now coming back to the part where you wanted my attention,” Lloyd teased and you couldn’t help they way you felt warm. Your husband had a smirk on his face as he took in your form.

“How about you go get changed and come to my room?” A soft gasp escaped your lips on hearing that. Lloyd chuckled.

“Don’t worry I’m just inviting you to my room, not asking to have sex with you,” he paused and leaned closer to your ear “Unless you want to.” Shivers ran down your body, because of the proximity and his words. Involuntarily you bit your lip and tried to form a reply.

“No, um- not yet. I don’t even know you properly.”

“Well you don’t need to know someone to have sex with them wifey, hope you know that, hm?” Did the man know what he was doing to you? He definitely did, his cocky attitude and smirk made it clear.

“I know that, but you’re not just someone are you? You’re my husband, and I want to know you first.”

“You’re a smart girl, wifey. I like that.” A genuine smile graced Lloyd’s face “Alright then, freshen up and come to my room.” You nodded and quickly went to your room to get changed.

As you stood in front of Lloyd’s bedroom, you felt excited but also nervous, but before you could ponder much, Lloyd came out.

“Come on in” your husband held the door open for you. Lloyd’s room was not only big but matched his personality perfectly. “You look cute.” You weren’t sure what to wear so you decided to go with some comfy shorts and T-shirt.

“Thank you.” Lloyd motioned at the bed for you to get in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You sat down on the bed while Lloyd lied down beside you.

“Are you planning to sleep like that?” he asked you with a chuckle. Well he had a point, so eventually you lied down beside him.

It all felt so foreign, and so weird to be sharing a bed with your husband more than a month later after getting married. You were feeling overwhelmed, happy and sad at the same time.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Don’t think too much okay? Let’s focus on this moment.” Lloyd tried to be as sweet as he could. “I’m happy you are here. I don’t really know how to apologise because I haven’t had to till now, but I apologise for being rude, and hurting you.” You gave him a smile.

“Can we try to be there for each other from now on?” The sincerity in your tone and the soft expression on your face made Lloyd feel things he didn’t realise he could.

“Yeah, let’s try that.” His answer was good enough for you.

After taking your permission, your husband softly wrapped his arm around you. You felt protected. And not alone.

Lloyd leaned in and waited till you gave him a nod, then attached his lips to yours. This was different than the first kiss you shared together, on your wedding day. It was full of care and compassion and didn’t feel obligatory.

In that moment you were hopeful about the future and what it brought for the two of you. Maybe married life won’t be so bad.

“Hey, let’s get some sleep now okay? You’ve had a long day.” It was true, you could feel the exhaustion in your body. You gave him a nod.

“Although before we sleep, I have a very important question to ask” Lloyd asked seriously and it made you look at him curiously.

“What do you think about my Moustache?”

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You clawed the white bed sheets, deep moans leaving your mouth. Pure ecstasy pouring through your body.

Eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your brain had stopped functioning minutes ago, you thought, you didn’t know how much time went by.

The bed shook at the harsh movements of Lloyd Hansen. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you from behind. Strands of his hair were falling down, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead.

"God your filthy cunt feels like heaven, how can you still be this tight? My fat fucking you everyday and still tight as a virgin. Maybe I should have you sit on my cock all day…" Lloyd's voice rang through your ears, his words making you clench around his dick.

"Oh, you like this you little slut. Yeah whores like you would love to sit on daddy's cock all day," he landed a harsh slap on your coral red shaded ass.

His thrusts became harder as he took a fistful of your hair pulling your head up. A strained sound left your lips.

Lloyd saw the stars in your eyes when he hit your g-spot. With a devilish grin he pulled you up at your hair. Pressing you against his chest his hand moved around your throat, squeezing lightly. "It seems I fucked this little slut dumb…are you my dumb, fucked our little slut?"

When you didn’t answer him right away Lloyd squeezed your throat tighter, cutting off your airway. "Answer me little whore or you will choke on my cock until you can't breathe!"

"Yes, yes! I'm your dumb little slut, I'm fucked out," you shouted.

The man's other hand held you around your waist, he could feel the tip of his cock on the outside of your belly.

"Little belly bulge. Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Will feel me in your guts for days." by now you should have known he wanted an answer and a part of you did know but you couldn’t form one straight thought.

A slap against your cheek pulled you from dreamland.

"What do I do with a stupid slut like you huh? Daddy asked you a question and you're too dumb to answer it," he said mockingly with a fake pout on his face.

"Ye…ye…yes, d– dadd– daddy," your release neared and the knot was forming in your stomach.

"What a slut, you get off on me shit talking you. I can feel you're close," his thumb reached down to your clit rubbing it.

He continued whispering in your eat what a slut you were, what a whore you were for letting a man manhandle you like that. "Cum, cum for daddy."

He bit in your earlobe as your orgasm cursed through you. Toes curling, eyes rolling back and hands clenching against Lloyd's strong arm

"Cut!" yelled a voice from the off. Your head snapped up, still having the dazed look on your face. "Oh, come on man! Not fair, I didn’t even get to cum!" Lloyd teased the director who sat behind the cameras.

He laughed and shook his head, "sorry but the video name isn't Lloyd Hansen fucking her and cumming on her face." Of course Lloyd understood. Most of the time he had a session after but since meeting you that changed a bit.

"Let's go cupcake, we gotta get you cleaned up...though I'm not sure if sluts like you even want to be cleaned."

#lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #my bitch lloyd 👀

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alicedopey · 9 months

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The Wound Licker

Fandom: The Gray Man

Genre: AU, Dark, Smut-ish

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Plus-Size reader

Warnings: Dubious consent (groping, kissing) coercion, blackmail, Lloyd (he is a villain so he is a menace) These warnings are not to be taken lightly. Read at your own risk.

Words: 3879

Summary: You go back to school for a reunion and meet a good old friend, Lloyd Hansen.

A/N: This fic was written for Roo’s HalloCream Extravaganza thrown by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. Got the prompt: You run into an old friend but they’re nothing like the person you remember. I’m awfully late and I’m really sorry. Bear with me on this please because this is the first time I’m posting a dark fic.

The main building of Harvard Law School was just as your remembered it; big, majestic, impressive, pompous… a golden cage which gave you so much, even though it was not your choice in the first place. You couldn’t deny that it offered you the status you had though and that was enough.

Taking a deep breath, you fixed your dress, secured the strap of your handbag on your shoulder, squared up your shoulders for good measure and climbed up the stairs that led to the main entrance.

When you entered, you spotted the few tables aligned and the usual members of the welcoming committee that were sitting behind to greet all your fellow former students. You walked to the first one and put a smile on your face.

“Good evening. Welcome to the 2008 class reunion. May I have your name, please?”

You recognized one of the girls who attended many classes with you, but it was not surprising she did not remember you. None of them did – that is, until you stated your name.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You knew when it clicked in her brain. The glimmer of recognition in her eyes, the spark of interest, the wide fake smile. Each time, this wicked name fell out from your lips, it was the same hypocritical and unbearable number.

“Y/N, of course!” She exclaimed joyfully. “We had lots of classes together, remember?”

She handed out a sticker with your name on it. The temptation to pretend you did not remember her was strong but you just nodded and smiled as usual. You took the sticker and put it on your chest before entering the huge room where the reunion was taking place.

Inside, the crowd of former students were intently listening to the speech of the man you referred to as your father. His posture shifted and you knew he had probably spotted you the moment you came into the room and he would enjoy giving you a lecture about being late.

You drew near the stage and managed to find a spot hidden between two tall big guys. Out of your father’s sight, you took the time to admire the decorations and you had to admit the Harvard Law School Association had once again outdone themselves to live up to the school’s reputation and show off as much as they could. Not that Harvard was not one of the best universities, but the way it had been forced on you made it impossible to truly appreciate the value of the place.

A round of applause concluded your father’s speech and you joined them half-heartedly. Another famous alumnus took his place as you made your way to the bar to get a drink. The variety of cocktails they offered was enormous and tempting. You finally opted for a Moscow mule and checked the seating arrangements to find your table. A smile appeared on your lips when you read the name of the person who would be seated next to you and you felt a little bit better as you took the direction of your table.

Your smile widened as you saw him standing at the table, waiting for you. He had grown bigger; the hairdo had evolved and there was that weird furry thick line above his lip. But it was him.

“Lloyd Hansen!”

“In the flesh, cupcake.” He replied confidently with a smirk on his face. His overconfident tone surprised you but you smile when you heard the old nickname. He embraced you without any warning and you awkwardly hugged him back. It was nice to feel his toned chest against you and his hands softly caressing your back. It was a first since you’ve known him though. He was not usually that cuddly.

After a few minutes, he finally gave you some space even if his hands lingered on your ample hips.

“Look at you, Cupcake. You’ve…grown.” He squeezed the tender flesh. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed but one look at his appreciative stare and the kind of embarrassment you felt shifted. Was he flirting with you? That was a first too. The two of you were quite close at college but it never turned flirty that way.

“And you’ve grown…a moustache.” You retorted, trying to change the subject.

“You like it?” He made it wiggle exaggeratedly.

“It suits you.” It did, strangely enough even if it gave him a strong porn movie director from the seventies vibe.

“Ladies love it. The tickling.” He winked and you found yourself giggling and hitting his chest playfully. What was wrong with you now?

He squeezed your hips once again. “I’m surprised you’re here, Cupcake. You usually never come to those reunion things.”

“I was asked to.” More like ordered to, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Ah! Daddy didn’t want you to miss his important speech.” He snorted.

You frowned at his condescending tone. Even if he was right, he was clearly mocking the situation and you did not like it one bit. You did not remember him using this tone with you.

You took a few steps back and crossed your arms in front of your chest in a defensive stance. Lloyd’s arms fell limply on his side. His jaw ticked but he must have sensed you were upset because his tone was softer when he asked his next question.

“So… what have you been up to since graduation?”

“I’m a lawyer now.”

“Oh. Filling up your parents’ shoes, then? Wanna become a judge too?”

You winced. “Not exactly. I mostly work on civil cases: divorces, custodies… I even volunteer to help people who need counselling but can’t afford it. I know this doesn’t sound prestigious but I love it.” You concluded in a more confident tone. You were proud of what you had become, no matter what your parents or others could think.

Lloyd smiled and inched closer. “I’m not surprised.” He raised his hand to tuck a lock of hair that had escaped from your ponytail behind your ear. “You were always so nice, willing to please everyone. Willing to please me.”

Your cheeks got hot under his praise and actions. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine as his hand found his way to your cheek. You leaned into his touch and castigated yourself instantly. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with him?

He had never behaved this way before, at least not with you. He had quite the reputation back then but your relationship had always been friendly and innocent. Not that it was unpleasant but it made your feel uneasy. You were not used to this kind of attention. Once again, you stepped away from him.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” He smirked, clearly having sensed your discomfort. You tried to ignore it. “I bet you’re working with the police or something. You clearly were a man of action.” You remembered he was not a fan of all those laws but when it came to practicing, he was there.

“I tried but it was too boring. I was recruited by the CIA and I’ve worked for them for a few years.”

“Wow, CIA”. Your eyes widened. “That’s amazing. What are you doing now, then?”

“I’m still working with them but let’s say I’m a free agent. They call me for special missions.”

“Like when they desperately need help and no one else can do it?” You asked with a smile, still impressed but a new smirk appeared on his face and your smiled faltered.

“What I do can’t be taught so you could say that. See… looks like we’re doing the same job. Helping those in need, just like we used to help each other in college.”

You full smile returned. Those were fond memories. Two misunderstood persons finding solace in each other.

The arrival of the waiters with the hors d’oeuvre put a stop to your conversation and you took your seats next to each other.

To say you had a bad time during the dinner would be a lie. The discussions with the other former students were nice and the meal was delicious. Llloyd was a pleasant company. To you, at least. He could be quite sharp and mocking with the other guests. He was blunt and even almost gross in his replies. That was new. You had heard about this side of him but had never witnessed it and it was… upsetting.

When it came to you though, he was as charming as possible. Very tactile, even. He constantly put his hand on your arm when he talked to you, his arm was nonchalantly thrown over the back of your chair which allowed him to touch your neck and shoulder. The signals were clear and after trying to resist, you let yourself drown into them, no matter what the outcome would be. It was nice to be the center of attention for something else than your name, their name, his name.

Overall, you had a great time. Then your father chose to come around and greet everyone. All of the students at your table raised from their seats at his approach and you felt obligated to do so as well. You watched him talking smoothly to everyone, slipping some advices here and there like a real mentor. You sighed, clearly exasperated by his little show.

“Hansen! Glad to see you there!” He held out his hand and Lloyd shook it firmly, answering with a simple. “Y/L/N.”.

No Sir, no deference, Lloyd did not seem impressed by his little show either. If your father saw it, he did not act like it and finally turned towards you.

“Glad to see you managed to leave your lost causes for a while to be there…even late.”

No hello, no happy to see you. Typical. Well, two could play that game.

“It’s not for everyone to work with criminals, Father.”

“It’s not for everyone to have higher ambitions, dear.” His patronizing tone made you sigh. “You should follow his path.” He added, pointing to Lloyd. “This man could teach you a few lessons.”

You frowned at his words and sat back down on your chair; defeated, hurt and furious. He ruined it. He ruined everything. This place where you were having a good time suddenly became a place to run away from. You strongly wanted to be back home and in your bed.

“This thing is boring.” Lloyd snorted as he sat back down next to you. “I’ll tell you what, Cupcake”. He lightly pinched your cheek to get your attention. “The hotel where I’m staying has a pretty good chef who makes the most amazing desserts. Maybe we could enjoy them together.”

You watched him doubtfully. “I don’t know Lloyd. It’s nice but I’m pretty tired…”

“Come on, Cupcake.” He cajoled you. “Aren’t you up for some sweet treat? You, me and some exquisite chocolate mousse. For old time’s sake.”

He clearly knew how to tempt you. You really needed this sweet boost and the idea to spend some time in his company was truly enticing. It was also very clear that his proposal was not innocent but some little excitement in your life could not be that bad.

“All right, let’s go.”

He leaned on you to kiss your cheek – rather the corner of your mouth. “Good girl.”

For the second time this evening, a pleasant shiver ran down your spine and you felt your cheeks warm up once again. It was just a kiss!

You cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment. “Do you mind if I use the ladies’ room before we go?”

“Be my guest.”

You gave him a small smile, put your shoulder bag on and stoop up swiftly to make your way towards the restroom.

The place was deserted but it was not surprising in the middle of dinner time. You were about to get into a bathroom stall when someone pushed you against the nearest wall and a pair of lips attacked yours. You tried to free yourself from your assailant when you felt something hairy tickle your upper lip. Lloyd. The said person glided his tongue against your lips and you gladly granted him access as you gripped his shirt. The kiss was wild and savage, there was no gentleness and you liked that.

Soon, too soon, the need to breathe got strong and your lips had to get separated.

“I couldn’t wait any longer”. Lloyd’s breathed against your mouth.

“I’m not complaining”. You breathed back and closed your eyes in bliss as Lloyd sucked your neck while his hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs. He hooked one of your legs on his waist and your nails sank in the flesh of his neck, pushing him further against yours. He groaned and bit your skin in response. You let out a wispy moan. Your hips were starting to oscillate against his and he was too eager to reciprocate, making him you feel how hard he was in the process.

In the back of your mind, you heard the hinges of the door cringe and soft feminine giggles. You did not care. If anything, it riled you even more. He could take you right there while everybody was watching and you would not care one bit. There was nothing that could put an end to this. Except the ringing of his phone.

Lloyd grumbled and tore himself away from you. He fumbled in the pocket of his pants and extirpated the smart phone.

“Give me a minute.” He told the caller sharply.

You looked at each other, breathless and turned on. Lloyd winked at you. “I need to take this.” He stroked your swollen lips with his thumb. “I’ll meet you at the entrance hall, okay?”

You simply nodded, too stunned to find your voice. Lloyd nodded back and left. You heard his cold “What do you want?” before the door closed after him.

Flustered, you went into the bathroom stall to relieve yourself, washed your hands, fixed your dress and make up before walking out.

The welcoming committee was not here anymore, they were probably enjoying the festivities. You rummaged in your purse to check the time on your phone. 9:30 PM. It was not that late and yet, you felt as if it was midnight after the evening you just had.

You waited patiently and kept checking your phone again, and again, and again…

Fifteen minutes later and still no Lloyd in sight. You could not spot anyone or anything outside so you went back to the banquet hall.

You spotted Lloyd who was in a deep discussion with another man you couldn’t put a name on. The guy had a cocky and overconfident posture but Lloyd did not look like he was impressed, quite the contrary. You were approaching them slowly when something the man said made you stop in your tracks.

“I didn’t know you were hitting that, Hansen. I mean, I thought you were over the desperate ugly chick kink. Looks like you hit the jackpot with her though…and a fat one on top of that!”

You waited for Lloyd’s answer with belated breath. “Jealous? You should try them sometimes, gives you more meat to eat.” He sneered.

“Please, Hansen! We all know you are doing this to get to the father like you used to do when we were in college. I don’t understand why you keep up with this little charade though. I heard you were quite successful, no need to make yourself suffer anymore.”

You closed your eyes, ashamed and humiliated.

“Mind your own business, Cooper.”

Cooper did not appear to be done though. “Ah so there is something else going on. Tell me…”

You did not bother listening to the rest of the conversation and left the room very calmly as not to draw attention to yourself. You managed to keep this even pace until you were back in the hall then you rushed outside, only stopping when you reached the gate.

Your breath was erratic and you were shaking, the chill weather of this spring night hitting you for the first time. Your vision was blurred due to the tears that had started to well in your eyes. NO. You thought, wiping them away furiously before they could roll down your cheeks. You would not cry. Lloyd Hansen was not worth your tears. Your father was not worth your tears. This fucking name was not worth your tears.

Ragefully, you tore the sticker from your chest and wrinkled it before throwing it on the floor.

Taking deep breaths to calm yourself, you rummaged in your purse once again to retrieve your phone and open the Uber application. Time to go back home and forget everything in front of a sitcom on Netflix while eating some chocolate or ice-cream. Probably both. You would enjoy your sweet treats after all, even alone.

“Bailing on me, Cupcake?” Lost in your own torment of emotions, you had not heard Lloyd coming after you. Your whole body went rigid when he put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around abruptly and took a few steps back. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m tired. I’m going back home. But I’m not worried for you, I’m certain you will find another desperate ugly fat chick quickly.” You spat.

Lloyd tilted his head on the side and a smile stretched his lips. “Oh Cupcake, it’s not like you to eavesdrop on people.” He tutted. “Besides, those were his words, not mine. Made him regret saying them by the way.”

He clenched his right fist and you noticed his bruised knuckles.

“Doesn’t change the fact you agreed with him.”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Desperate ugly chicks will give you everything you want because they know beggars can’t be choosers but you Cupcake, oh you…” He tapped the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. You grimaced. “You don’t beg and you are not desperate. You give and ask for nothing in return. You were always so nice with me, always listening to me, helping me. Hell, I think you would have licked my wounds if I had asked you. I never thought someone like you could exist, I was fascinated by this, by you.”

You rolled your eyes and took another step back. “More fascinated by my father, if you ask me.”

Lloyd chuckled. “Your father was a nice bonus but I did not truly know who he was before I met you so you can’t put this on me. Now...”

“But now you want me to put in a good word for you.” You cut him off harshly. “In case you haven’t noticed, my father and I are not on speaking terms. Find someone else.”

He smiled but an evil glint appeared in his eyes. You shuddered. “Oh, my sweet Cupcake, you haven’t figured it out yet?” His fingers played with the fabric of your short sleeve. “Your father asked you to come because I ordered him to.”

“What?” You whispered incredulously, clutching your phone against your chest. You tried to step back but his strong grip on your sleeve made the fabric crack so you gave up and glared at him instead. “What nonsense is this?”

“It’s not nonsensical at all, Cupcake.” He winked and kept playing with your sleeve. “In my line of work, I got to meet your father several times and I also got to find out all the non-so perfect things he was tangled into. He asked for my help many times and I did help but I’m not you like you, Cupcake. I can be a giver but I take in return. I asked for you.” He concluded with a smile.

A laugh fell out from your mouth at that. “You do know we are not in the Middles Ages, right? My father can’t sell me to some man like cattle to pay his debts.”

“Who said anything about selling? All I’m asking is for you to come with me tonight. We’ll see where we go from here.” His hand let go of your sleeve to caress your arm.

You recoiled from him as if you had been burnt. “Don’t touch me.” He gripped your arm this time and you gasped from the pain, dropping your phone on the floor. “I said don’t touch me or I’ll…”

“You’ll…what? You’ll scream?” He sneered. “And what? You’re gonna tell them I assaulted you when they rush here. Who’s gonna believe you? Huh?” He shook you by the arm and you tried to escape his grip again but to no avail. “We’ve been flirting all night and the rumor that we were caught nearly fucking in the ladies’ room has already spread. You’re the slut of the night, Cupcake.”

You glared at him once again, utterly disgusted. Then it hit you. How come you had not seen it before? Lloyd hadn’t changed, he had always been like this and chose not to show it to you until now because you refused to please him, like you always did. “You’re sick.”

An evil smirk curled his lips. “Didn’t seem to bother you when my tongue was down your throat or when you were rubbing against my dick like a cat in heat.”

He pulled you against him, imprisoning your arms against his hard chest and tilted your chin up with his other hand so you would look at him. “Now you’ve got two choices. You come with me, we have some fun and your father gets to keep his perfect public face or your refuse and I’ll expose his scams. Believe me, they’re numerous.”

You sniffed disdainfully. “If you think for a second, I care about my father’s successful career or my mother’s for that matter, you’re clearly mistaken. Let them be ruined.”

“Oh, but you are forgetting one very important thing, Cupcake.” He stroked your chin. “You are all sharing the same name. You, above anyone else, should know the importance of it. Your career will be ruined too.” He concluded with a sardonic smile.

“Think about it: no more family cases, no more helping those in need…what will they do without you?”

Horrified, you closed your eyes to try and escape the reality of the situation, his mocking smile, his taunting voice. This fucking name. A curse more than anything else, a burden that hard ruined your whole life and kept doing it. Devoid of any choice once again all because of a man. There was no chance to escape from it. You couldn’t contain the tears of rage and frustration that rolled down your cheeks this time. You fell Lloyd’s lips against your skin, kissing the tears away in a tender but mocking gesture. Then, he embraced you and made you sway with him gently.

“What do you say, Cupcake? Up for some sweet treat with your very good friend?”

You nodded against his chest, too defeated and enraged to speak.

“That’s my girl”. He purred, kissing your forehead. “I knew you would take the right decision, always trying to please me. You are my perfect little wound licker. Too perfect to let you slip away from me once again. You are mine now and I will never let you go.”

Tagging: @naaladareia (Thanks for the support love)

#rooshallowcream #rooshallocream #writing challenge #lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man #fics #plus size reader

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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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.

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ sierra six drabble ₓ˚. ୭

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏 ──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ 𝟾 : 𝟸 𝟾 pm ୨୧

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒. ̨ ✩°̥࿐ just thinking about the obvious crush you have on Six, but he’s too stubborn to give into it.

pairing: Sierra Six x fem!Reader

authors note: tbh, I liked this too much to just leave it as a drabble. I’ll probably make this into a full fic eventually, so I guess you can consider this a teaser 😭 I thought I’d at least post it and see how it goes. it’s probably not that eventful but whateva.

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YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT STARE at the way his muscles flexed under his suit jacket; a steely gray that complimented the olive undertones of his skin.

Six barley turned his head, managing to look at you from the corner of his eye. Subtle enough to see the way you looked at him as more than a… whatever he was. Bodyguard. It brought a small smirk to his face as he opened up his jacket and pulled out a piece of gum from his inner coat pocket.

He’d offer you one, but he liked it better when you thought he was oblivious.

You watched as he threw the stick of pink gum into his mouth, bubblicious no doubt. Or watermelon, another one of his favorites. You stared at the way his jaw clenched as he chewed on it, shoving the tiny wrapper into his pocket. You watched as he slowly stalked around the wall length windows, resuming his casual pace, examining the yard like something was going to pop out at any second.

All you could do was watch. Watch him, watch him walk, watch him stare out at nothing. It must’ve been a boring job; just staring, walking, waiting. Waiting for something to happen, daring someone to come.

You cocked your head at him, your eyes running down from the tip of his neat blonde hair, to the strong side profile of his muscular body and jaw, to the big thighs stuck in those gray slacks, to the glossy sheen of his black shoes.

He was so fine and he knew it. He had to of, otherwise why would he tramp around in those suits of his, with his stupid hair gelled back, with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid big hands, and his stupid broad chest, and his stupid pink gum. You narrowed your eyes at him, frustrated with the longing you had for him like it was his fault. Well it really was honesty, he was the one that looked like that.

Six could feel your stare burning into him, the buzzing silence between you two thick with… something. He could feel it thrumming under his skin, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He looked out at the trees, then glanced at you, then back to the trees with an amused barely-there smile. He wondered what you were thinking about, if you were thinking about him, if you were thinking about him like he was thinking about you.

He put his hands in his pant pockets, wondering how long you were gonna keep up your little staring contest. He didn’t mind it; he enjoyed being gawked at by you actually. Made him feel like less of an asset and more of a person. Even then, you were a pretty girl. Who didn’t like being looked at by pretty girls?

You yourself wondered why Six hadn’t said anything to you yet. He must’ve caught your staring by now, you weren’t exactly subtle. Maybe he was purposefully ignoring you, making it a point to look at anything but you. Whatever the reason, you decided you wanted to hear him, hear his voice one last time before you had to go take a shower.

Honestly, you just needed to get out of the living room before you jumped him like a cat in heat.

“So, anything interesting outside?” You asked stupidly, just wanting to hear that deep voice of his instead of an actual answer; hear that sarcastic clip you knew he’d have with you. Something about the undertones of condescension in his words really made your skin tingle, especially when he looked directly at you when he said them. You tightened your thighs together as he turned his head towards you, the sun shining down on him from the window like he was an Angel descending down the clouds, being hand delivered to only you.

Six felt a chuckle tickle his throat as he turned his head at you, his eyes catching the way your legs closed up when he caught your eye. He licked his lips, quickly, sucking in a calming breath of air as he felt the tantalizing urge to just walk over to you and take you on that couch come over him like a dark cloud of sin.

“Uh, no. No there isn’t, actually. Just those little flowers over there… Tulips, huh? I didn’t take you for a tulip kinda girl.” Six pointed out to the flower patch over to the side of the yard, then put his hand back in his pocket and sauntered over to you with a divert little smile. You noticed it, and it made your skin purr.

You gazed up at him almost lustfully as he looked at you with those steely blue eyes, swirling with amusement and beguiled charm. You let out a soft chuckle at that, blatantly staring at his lips.

“Oh yeah? What kind of girl do you take me for then?” You teased almost too carelessly, cocking your head at him as your thighs pulsed with want straight to your throbbing pussy, thinking more with your salacious desires than your brain. You couldn’t help it. He was so pretty, so strong, so big. Your mind conjured up all the positions he could take you in, bent over this couch, over the coffee table, on the floor, on the window overlooking those damned tulips.

Six could see that you were out of it, your eyes dark with want and your thighs squeezed together so tight. You were just staring at him, entranced, stuck in your own little head. He was able to pick up on those things, you know. Especially after being with you for these past few months he’s come to learn how you operate, what your mannerisms were, what your expressions meant. He knew you inside and out, knew you better than you knew yourself. He knows when your sad, when your happy, when your angry… even when your horny.

He could feel that tantalizing pull within himself as he looked down at you, thinking how to answer your question without saying too much about what he really thought. What kind of girl do you take me for then? Oh he knew what kind of girl you were. What kind of girl he could make you be for him.

He just smiled, shaking his head to try and lighten the tension between you. I mean, god, he could practically feel the pheromones emanating from you.

“I’m gonna go check the perimeter. Don’t go anywhere until I’m back, alright? I shouldn’t be too long.” Six mumbled, taking his hands out of his pocket as he went to check the watch on his wrist. He had to get out of there, and he knew he shouldn’t leave you alone like this but it was an, thankfully, uneventful afternoon, and he figured he could spare a few minutes. He just had to leave, let you sort yourself out. No matter what he may feel, or what he might tell himself, at the end of the day he had a job to do, and no matter what he wanted he couldn’t cross that boundary. He knew that the moment he had a taste of you, the moment he felt your soft skin under his calloused hands, that the moment he gave in to his primal desires… god, just the thought… he’s really just digging up his own grave at this point.

You couldn’t help but feel dejected, slumping down in your seat and letting out a tense breath.

“Oh, okay. That’s fine. I’ll just… watch tv or something.” You rubbed your thighs nervously, suddenly embarrassed, feeling like you ruined the moment with something you did. Did you? Oh well, even if you didn’t, you still felt responsible for the sudden drop in intimacy as Six resumed his blank expression and walked out of the room, the imprint of two guns around his waist as he went.

You stared as he left, your skin hot and your stomach churning. That’s all you could do was watch. Watch him walk away, watch him bid you goodbye. It was a boring job you had. Staring, waiting. Waiting for him to do something. Waiting for yourself to gain the courage you needed.

You grabbed the remote next to you with a frown, staring at the tv with a pit of shame sitting heavy in your stomach, wishing you were watching something else instead.

Six walked out of the room with his cock semi-hard in his pants, his fists clenched in his pockets. It felt like he was trudging through mud the farther he walked away, but he knew it was for the best. It was just…

It was just getting harder and harder to deny you…

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Front Row Seat (18+)

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

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Warnings: (I mean, it’s Lloyd which seems like all the warning u need) Dark!fic, Non-con/Dub-con(reader is Lloyd’s captive), Smut, Cock warming, P in V sex, Public sex/humiliation, degradation, Pet names, Overstimulation, Angst, Canon level violence & description of Lloyd’s “interrogation” tactics (to an OC) similar to those used in the movie, 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Connected to this drabble: Actions Have Consequences, but it’s not necessary to read it b4 this fic.

Word Count: 4,223

A/N: Do I even need to add ‘dark!’ in front of Lloyd’s name? I feel like it’s a given😈 This man is my new obsession & I’m fully here for it. If you have any requests for this pairing-or just this mustachioed psycho in general-lmk! Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Come on, princess, we don’t got all day!” Lloyd stands a few paces away from the roaring helicopter, his hands resting on his hips, clearly losing his patience waiting for you to get out of the flying death trap. You inhale deeply and unbuckle your seatbelt, which is difficult to do with your trembling hands. Finally, you get it and it zips back into the seat; you stand up on legs just as shaky as your hands and stumble to the open door.

Suddenly, the copter tilts. You’re jostled to the side and your hip rams into an armrest. You cry out, knowing a bruise is already blossoming on the tender flesh. This cabin is too fucking small.

Lloyd’s boisterous laughter rings through the air and you shoot him a silent curse. You wouldn’t ever dare say anything audible, but in your head, you’re throwing every curse under the sun at his smug face.

The chopper hovers a few feet off the ground instead of resting on the helipad for some ungodly reason, and you hesitate when you reach its edge. You swallow, not confident if you hop down that you’ll land on your feet.

Lloyd reaches his arms up. “Jump, I’ll catch ya, sweetheart!” His promise gives you no peace of mind. Lloyd may be strong but you doubt he can so much as lift you up. His eyes narrow when you don’t move. “I said, jump.” Lloyd’s word is law, so you hold your breath and leap.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for a rough landing but it doesn’t come. Two strong arms sweep around your waist and Lloyd pulls you into his chest with a satisfied grunt. His arms are steel, surrounding you in a bear hug. Your feet dangle a foot above the ground; he leans down and they’re met with solid pavement. He drops his arms, resting his hands on your soft waist. “Told you I’d catch ya, princess.” He winks and gives your asscheeks a quick squeeze. You jump at the sudden advance and he snickers.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you away from the helicopter as it flies off, the wind from the spinning blades whipping your hair in every direction. Lloyd’s hair, of course, stays perfectly coiffed, not a dark strand out of place.

Now that you aren’t focused on your harrowing chopper dismount, you look around at your surroundings to see where he’s taking you. A giant hangar sits in the middle of an asphalt lot. A forest of green trees and underbrush crowd around it on all sides except the front. The foliage stretches as far as you can see, parted by a narrow airplane runway.

You have no clue where you are. Ever since you “joined” Lloyd, as he likes to put it, you never have any definitive clue as to your exact location. Sometimes you can make an educated guess, but mostly you’ve given up on attempting to find your bearings. It doesn’t matter anyway. No matter where you go, Lloyd is right there next to you, dictating your every move.

All you know about this place is that Lloyd said he wanted you to come along on one of his “work trips” so you can get acquainted with his line of work. You’re not eager to find out what this “work trip” entails, because knowing Lloyd’s profession, it can’t be good.

A man in tactical armor carrying a large shotgun opens the hangar door and you step into a brightly lit metal cavern. Two sleek charter planes take up most of the building, and large wooden crates fill up any empty space. You can only guess as to what’s inside them, and you don’t want to find out.

Lloyd leads you to a door at the back of the hangar that opens into a long hallway. A musty smell permeates the stale air. Three menacing steel doors line the passage, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Lloyd stops at the last door and raps his knuckles on the dull gray metal.

The door opens and you gasp when you see a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a cloth sack covering his head. Your heart begins racing and your eyes fly around the stuffy interior, taking in the two armed guards, the long table lining the far wall, and the worn-out stains splattered around the room. You try not to focus on the dark splotches, even though you’re fairly certain they aren’t old ketchup stains.

You’re too shocked to resist when Lloyd pulls you into what you assume is some kind of interrogation room. Two more guards follow behind. When the door slams shut behind them you snap out of your stupor.

You begin to hyperventilate, your shaky breaths becoming ragged. You tug against Lloyd’s grip, desperate for an escape. The small rectangular windows lining the wall are hardly big enough for you to slip out of, and a guard blocks the only door in the cramped room.

Lloyd squeezes your hand tightly and you yelp, ceasing your attempts to pull free. You whip around to face him, your eyes are wide as saucers and full of panic. His striking face is as calm and cocky as ever. “Don’t be shy princess, you’re being very rude, not greeting our special guest,” he coos, his tone patronizing. He walks over to the man tied to the chair, towing you behind him.

When he’s close enough, Lloyd reaches out and yanks off the sack around the man’s head. His lined face is pinched with rage and he strains against the ropes, his shouts muffled by a dirty black cloth in his mouth. Lloyd pats the angry man’s cheek before he straightens back up. He glances down at you and cocks his head. “Don’t worry about all this,” he gestures around the dingy room, “Mr. Wilson was invited here to have a little chat. He’s gonna answer some questions, isn’t that right, Wilson?”

He bends back down to look at the trapped man–Wilson–and makes a concerned face, “Are you comfortable, old pal? Can I get you anything? Some water? Although you’ll probably want something much stronger for what’s about to happen to you.” Wilson’s dark eyes narrow and he struggles against his restraints, more muffled yells sounding from his gagged mouth. Lloyd’s face scrunches up in mock sympathy. “Sorry, I didn’t get that. Guess you’ll just have to stay here for now.”

Lloyd steps back and motions to one of his men, who sets a large tactical-looking box on the table. While the sizable guard unpacks everything, Lloyd guides you over to a corner on the opposite side of the room. He sets you in front of two more intimidating guards so that you’re facing the bound man. He cups your cheek and murmurs, “Stay right here and watch, princess. Like I said before, I want you to get a taste of what daddy does when he’s not at home.” He gives you a playful wink and pinches your cheek before getting back to the task at hand.

He grabs a chair that’s sitting against the back wall and drags it up to rest in front of Wilson. He doesn’t turn the chair around, instead straddling it with the back facing forward. Leaning over to the table on his left, Lloyd unfurls one of the rolled-up bundles laying on it and a neat row of various metal instruments is revealed. Your stomach drops to the floor at the sight of the ominous devices.

“Now then,” Lloyd hums, as his hand grabs the gag in Wilson’s mouth, “let’s remove this cumbersome thing first.” He rips it out but before Wilson can say anything intelligible, Lloyd cracks him square in the face with his massive fist. The assaulted man’s head snaps back and he lets out a gurgled scream. You jump, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from duplicating the strangled cry. When he lifts his head back up his nose is already turning purple, blood gushing from it.

Lloyd doesn’t miss a beat, he snatches a pair of small pliers from his “toolkit” and waves it in front of the bleeding man’s face. “That was just a little taste. Things are gonna get a lot more painful for you if ya don’t start giving me some answers. Now, is there something you wanna tell me?”

Wilson splutters, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This time Lloyd’s fist connects with the side of his face; the sickening crunch making your insides reel.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” As he speaks, the same man who had set up Lloyd’s workstation snatches Wilson’s right hand, straitening one of his fingers out. Lloyd moves in front of it, obstructing your view of the hand, but you can infer by the sounds of pain what he’s doing with the small pliers he’d chosen.

When his howling captive claims ignorance again, Lloyd wrenches his arm back and Wilson’s pained cries increase. “Wrong answer!” Wilson has a crazed look in his eye as Lloyd sets something on the table with the pliers. You almost hurl when you see it. A bloody fingernail.

The nightmare continues for what feels like hours; Lloyd still not getting any closer to whatever it is he’s seeking. You do your best to hold back your revulsion but when the metallic stench of blood hits you, you can’t keep yourself from crying out. When they move to his left hand and you finally see the gruesome work they had down to his right, you sob.

At this point, you can’t control your gasps of horror and mournful whimpers as the man in control of your life tortures a helpless victim in front of your very own eyes. Tears start to stream down your face and your hysterics become louder, drowning out Wilson’s own cries. When Lloyd places the now bloodied pliers down and picks up a much larger pair you can’t control yourself from wailing. “Stop!”

Lloyd stills and draws his hand back from the array of sharp tools, a sudden ominous aura radiating off of him.

Oh god, what have you done?

He slowly stands up, swinging his left leg over the seat, and turns to face you. You expect fury on his features but instead, his eyes gleam with ravenous excitement. Lloyd cracks his neck and saunters forward. His voice drips poisonous honey when he speaks, “You know, sweetheart, normally I’d be pissed at anyone for interrupting me in the middle of work. I mean, I was on a roll, princess!” His posture as he looms towards you is wound tight with unspent energy. You step back but run into the guards behind you. “However, princess, I was already having a difficult time enjoying myself with all your little intrusive sounds.”

He stops directly in front of you, his body almost touching yours, and brings his bloody hands up to frame your face. His touch feels like needles on your heated skin. He squinches his features into a mocking pout, wiping away one of the tears staining your cheek with his thumb.

“I know you’re not used to this yet, but fuck, I didn’t think you’d react like this. You can barely contain yourself, hun. And let me tell you princess, all those whines and moans of yours are making it pretty damn hard to concentrate.” He grabs one of your limp hands and drags it over his crotch. You gasp when you feel his prominent erection and try to jerk your hand back but he grips it tight, massaging your soft palm against his growing bulge. “Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t know how I’m supposed to work under these conditions.”

He suddenly pulls back and strides back over to his bruised prisoner. Wilson flinches when he nears but Lloyd snatches the chair he’d been straddling and drags it back, turning it around as he does so. He sets the heavy metal chair about five feet away from the beaten and bloody man. He sits down, lounging back in his seat, and looks over at you and smiles, his wide grin reminding you of a wolf baring its sharp teeth.

Lloyd wastes no time pulling his straining cock out of his pants, clutching the growing member in his strong grip. His eyes devour you as he strokes it up and down. You’ll never get used to the sight of it, huge and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum. It’s split you open too many times to count at this point, but still, your pussy walls are never prepared for his massive size. The first few strokes are always pure agony as your walls are stretched to encompass his substantial girth.

Lloyd’s deep voice cuts through your wandering thoughts, “Well, come on over, princess. Come sit on daddy’s lap so he can help you through all this.”

You step forward but hesitate, hovering just out of his reach. You look around the room with wide eyes, feeling all the heated gazes lingering on your quivering form. Your mouth is dry and your skin feels clammy like you’re burning up. Your voice quavers as you mutter, “P-please, Lloyd, don’t make me do this. I can’t–”

His shrewd eyes flash a warning and you swallow your protest, otherwise, it might be you strapped to the chair opposite him next. You inch towards him, hanging your head; your body shaking with embarrassment. Fear-filled adrenaline and deep shame shoot through your veins.

When you reach him you start to climb onto his lap but he stops you with a blood-smeared hand on your hip. He grips the sides of your pants and tugs them down, taking your panties with them. Your breath hitches and new tears well in your eyes. You cover your face as you step out of your pants, too ashamed to look him in the eyes.

Lloyd takes your hands in his and pulls them away from your cowering face. He chuckles under his breath, eyes dilating at the sight of you bare before him. He licks his lips and his dark mustache twitches when he notices the tremor in your thick thighs. “Hop on, sweetheart.”

Before you can straddle him, he grabs your wide hips and spins you around. “You don’t want to miss the show, now do you, princess?” Your eyes widen when you see the towering guard who had been assisting Lloyd beforehand starting up a generator; attaching jumper cables to it. “Lucky you, getting to watch Tod take over. He’s pretty good at this stuff too, not as good as me, of course.”

Lloyd’s grip on you is tight as he lowers your ass down onto his cock. His cock-head slips in between your pulsing pussy-lips and you gasp at the sensation as he stuffs his thick length inside of you. The burn of him stretching your walls as he pulls you down inch by inch is insufferable. You mewl, throwing your head back and sucking in deep breaths, trying to relax your tense muscles.

He’d already filled you up once today, in the shower that morning, so your pussy is already sore and the added sting as he lowers you down is unbearable. The position you’re in only makes it worse. You can feel every ridge and bulging vein as he pulls your weight down onto his engorged dick, the full sensation too much for your already fucked out cunt. Your whimpers of pain only egg Lloyd on, and when he’s fully sheathed inside you he thrusts his hips up, slamming against your cervix.

You fall back into his chest, your toes curling at the merciless invasion. His next movements are minuscule; just small, shallow thrusts with his cock still buried to the hilt in your quivering sex. In between the teasing thrusts he circles your hips around his cock, growling at the feeling of your ass grinding against him.

His teasing thrusts drive you crazy. They’re enough to rile you up but are far from enough to offer you any kind of release. You’re even more ashamed that you’re yearning for pleasure in this grotesque situation. You excuse it as wanting to get it over with quickly so you can go back to cowering in the corner.

Lloyd doesn’t seem to have the same mindset, though. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing and massaging your delicious curves, but only ghosting over where you need his scalding touch the most.

You don’t remember when he slipped his hand under your shirt, but he plucks one of your nipples and you gasp at the added stimulation. He pinches and teases the sensitive nubs with his rough fingers and you try not to think about the slight stickiness of them. You try not to think about the blood on his hands tainting your skin.

“Open your eyes, princess, I told you I don’t want you to miss the show.” Lloyd squeezes your now stinging nipple tight and you let out a strangled groan. His chest rumbles when your tight cunt clenches around his aching dick.

When you force your eyes open you immediately regret it. Tod, the guard, presses one of the electrified jumper cables to Wilson’s cheek and the man writhes in his seat, straining against his restraints. Tod has a twisted, delighted look on his face, similar to the one Lloyd always sports but less controlled.

With his henchman now doling out the punishments, Lloyd begins the same line of questioning as before. For every unsatisfactory answer Wilson gives, he gets a shock from Tod’s jumper cables, each strike leaving a slight burn in its wake.

All while Lloyd presses you to his cock, his arm thrown around your waist to keep your hips from bucking up. Even worse, with every blistering shock and cry for mercy, Lloyd’s dick twitches inside of you. You always knew Lloyd was a sick bastard, but you can’t believe the sadist is getting off on watching the brutal action playing out before you.

You feel sick. You want to hate him, you want to scratch his eyes out, pry his heavy hands from your body and crawl off his lap. But you’re too weak–both in body and spirit. Lloyd has broken you so many times that the notion of refusal, of fighting, is a fleeting fantasy. All you can do is watch the gruesome interrogation, helpless to the trauma unfolding in front of your eyes. And still, even while witnessing the awful torture, you’re coming undone by Lloyd’s relentless ministrations.

He has you right on the edge of pleasure, but the ache of his fat cock splitting you open is keeping you from your release. It’s all you can do to keep from begging for some kind of friction against your swollen bundle of nerves, not that you’d put it past Lloyd to demand you do just that.

Tod presses an electrified jumper cable to Wilson’s neck for a moment longer than the other shocks and he screams and thrashes like never before. The cries dwindle into weeping pleads for mercy as the electricity bleeds out of his system.

Lloyd can’t hold back his groan, “Fuck, princess, this is almost too much.” His hips snap up and you yell out his name. “That’s it,” he grumbles against your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Take daddy’s fat cock. Look at you, a hungry little cock-slut getting off in front of all these people. Have you no shame, princess?”

His hips start rolling into you with a steady rhythm and it’s your turn to plead for mercy as he tears your pussy apart. He drops his hand to your cunt and you wail when he finally touches your needy clit.

You shake as he rubs small circles around the sensitive nub while he taunts you with more cruel words, “I had no idea you were such a dirty slut. This was supposed to be your punishment, princess. Your punishment for making me this hard in front of my men. In front of Mr. Wilson here. It’s downright unprofessional. Though I’m sure Wilson wishes his punishment was this–” he pinches your throbbing clit and you squeal, arching your back like a cat in heat–“pleasurable. Maybe if he had been more cooperative I would have been more inclined to share.”

Your breath hitches at what Lloyd is insinuating, disbelieving his words, but knowing deep down he would have no qualms passing you around if it helped him win. Because that’s all this is to him; a game that he loves to play. A game he must win at all cost, no matter who he has to hurt or manipulate or torture. There are no lines that can’t be crossed in Lloyd Hansen’s twisted playing field.

Lloyd breathes in your scent, “Hmmm…Well, maybe if Tod can get the info out, I’ll let him have a go as a reward for a job well done. There’s no amount of cock a cum-slut like you can refuse, right princess?” Your sounds of protest morph into moans of insatiable pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts and applies more pressure to your clit.

You don’t miss the way Tod licks his lips as he looks at your plump pussy getting pounded by his boss. He adjusts himself before getting back to work with renewed vigor. You shiver, trepidation flooding your psyche. Goosebumps rise on your flesh.

Lloyd must have seen the lust-filled look in Tod’s eyes too because he growls deep in his throat and holds your hips in a vice-like grip. He starts bouncing you up and down on his swollen cock, stuffing your dripping cunt to the brim over and over again, your juices soaking his pristine white pants.

Every time his cock-head slides against your g-spot you see stars, barely able to make out Tod and the weeping Mr. Wilson. There’s no way you can control the salacious sounds spilling past your lips, you can’t think straight as Lloyd absolutely wreaks you.

Your breasts jiggle as he bounces you up and down. Other parts of you jiggle too, but Lloyd doesn’t care. He loves the feel of your generous curves pressed against the hard plains of his body, the force you can take as he drives his cock into you. But most of all, he loves how he can turn you into a cock-dumb, drooling mess. The wanton sounds he’s pulling from you right now are the reason he’s kept you by his side for so long–and why he’ll never let you go. You’re his perfect, pliable princess, and he will keep you locked in a tower if it means you’ll never escape his hold.

Your trembling walls squeeze tight around Lloyd’s dick when he slaps your clit, the sharp sensation shooting up your spine and unintelligible curses tumble from your chapped lips. You chant his name like a prayer when he lifts up your left leg, his powerful bicep curled under your knee. Over and over, he hits the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars as his cock slams up into you.

He orders Tod to shock Wilson when he denies him the information he’s seeking yet again. Lloyd growls in your ear as he cums at the exact same time the jumper cable meets flesh.

The feeling of his thick, hot cum shooting into you pushes you over the deep end. White hot flames spark through your veins. You convulse, your walls fluttering around Lloyd’s leaking dick as your entire body seizes up from your intense orgasm. You’re a jumble of cum and slurred speech as you come down from your lofty high. Your chest heaves as you try to reign air back into your lungs.

Lloyd bites your shoulder and you shudder at the sting of his teeth marking you as his. He laps at the wound, pleased with his handiwork. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Even though your stomach still has butterflies, you try to pull away from his muscular form–but you can barely wiggle your fingers, much less climb off of him.

Turns out, you don’t have to worry about that. Lloyd stills your movements with large hands placed on your waist, pressing you all the way back down onto his cock. It’s somehow hardening again, the stretch taking over your blown-out senses once more.

You groan, shifting uncomfortably in his lap, but Lloyd shushes you, “Uh-uh-uh, princess. You’re staying right here. Gotta keep daddy’s cock nice and warm while we wait for Mr. Wilson to cough up the answers we need. Besides, it’ll help your tight little cunt get acclimated to being wrapped around daddy’s cock while he works because you’re gonna need to get used to it.” He cups your jaw and forces your head forward.

You can’t even bring yourself to react to his foreboding declaration. All you can do is sit there with his insatiable cock filling your tender pussy and struggle to hold in your shameful moans. Lloyd clearly isn’t stopping until Wilson gives up the intel-or worse-either way, you’re going to be filled up with his pulsating length for the foreseeable future. Just like he wants.

“Tod, up the voltage.”

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bluemusickid · 2 years

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Trophy Husband Lloyd/Sugar Baby Lloyd. My brain conjured this up on a whim. And now, I shall bother y'all with it too.

Warnings// smut, slight mommy kink, Dom-sub dynamics, orgasm denial, marking this slight dubcon, just to be safe, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids), mentions of injury, 18+, MINORS DNI.

Lloyd was bored. A life always on the run had been hell. Literal hell. Weird safehouses, weird people. But then he met you, rich heiress with daddy's unlimited account. You were partying with your girlfriends, and goddamn were you sexy. You'd just opened the most expensive bottle of champagne, half of it falling on the floor. The other half? Well you were busy licking it off your friends' breasts.

Lloyd knew what he needed to do. Seducing you wouldn't be tough, you were just another rich bored naïve little girl who was spending more than she was saving. No more safehouses, no more shitty food.

He charmed you in a way only Lloyd could. At first you were bemused, the weird moustache dude hitting on you was taking away precious girl time. But then you saw something in him, something deeper and darker; but it could be harnessed. And what perfect timing: you just happened to need a new boytoy.

So you entertained his attempts at hitting on you, clearly zeroing in on the fact that you were rich. You were kinda bored with him, to be frank, and were going to leave, but then he trapped you against the walls of the club, promising you a good time. He was right, you thought, as he fucked you in the club bathroom, his thick cock hitting spots you'd only read of in books. As you clenched around him, you knew what you had to do.

And so you kept him around.

The first month was what heaven probably was like. Both of you fucked like rabbits, going at it every chance you got. He would sometimes fuck you to sleep, wake you up in the middle of the night for a quickie and then some early morning oral. Heck, by the time the month had passed, there wasn't an inch of the house you hadn't fucked on. Lloyd made sure he kept you stuffed to the brim, no matter how busy you were. One time, he pulled you to the floor and fucked you into it as you were on an important conference call with your investor. The second the call was over, you rode him into oblivion, not letting him touch you and feel you as punishment. He'd sulked at first, but then forgave you when he saw the brand new sports car he saw outside the house.

The power dynamic in your relationship was very perplexing. Lloyd enjoyed all the lavish gifts, but he enjoyed having power more. Many a times, you would find yourself pinned to the ground, your hands held down by his, or under him. Even when you rode him, he would dictate the pace by bracing your hips. Or he would even try and take decisions on your behalf, not caring if you approved of them or not.

That needed to change. He needed to know that you were the boss, his boss. Thankfully that day came sooner than expected.

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He was being more of a brat than normal; getting cranky, answering back. Normally, you would've found it cute. But today, it got on your nerves. He needed to be made aware of who he was dealing with.

After breakfast, you left for work and Lloyd lounged around the house, lazily whiling away time. After a long bath, he walked into the room, surprised to see a well tailored three-piece suit, with a velvet jacket. You'd even gotten you a gold Rolex. Lloyd smirked. He'd gotten you wrapped around his little finger, eating out of his hand. He would never have to work another day.

As evening approached, Lloyd got ready, taking extra care to oil his moustache. You seemed to love the damn thing and he would be a fool to get rid of it anytime soon. He spritzed on some perfume you gave him, pocketing an extra box of condoms; the insatiable temptress that you were. The thought of you in a dress got him hard already, as he palmed himself through his pants.

As he sat in the Limousine, he briefly wondered his next steps. Obviously, he would have to propose to you. No way would he let the well run dry, now that he got a taste of the opulence; the pomp and glamour. He needed you for his lust, but he needed your money more. And by God, would he get the best of both worlds.

His thoughts were interrupted by the limo pulling to a stop outside a grand mansion; even bigger than the one you lived in currently. The large structure was a sparkling example of Greco-Roman architecture, complete with a beautiful front lawn and greenery surrounding the whole estate. Lloyd gaped, taking in the sight; his eyes drinking it all in. All this money needed to be his. He would need to act fast though, he thought as he smiled crookedly, spotting you on the threshold.

You were the very vision of beauty, dressed perfectly and well-groomed, as always; down to your nails. The black velvet gown you wore accentuated your gorgeous curvaceous body, the slit leaving little to imagination. Lloyd could already see himself fucking you into the wall, the glorious gown bunched around your hips as he feasted on your gorgeous globes. It was strange to him; normally he would be planning millions of things, but around you, his primal self kicked in, and all he wanted to do is be inside you, all the time.

You held out your hand to him, leading him into the house with a secret smile. The irony wasn't lost on you. And very soon, this would be the status quo.

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You watched as he gorged on the delicious meal. You knew that he had no real feelings for you, and honestly, neither did you. He was a good fuck, who needed to be shown that he was just your little boy toy for the moment being.

Leading him into your bedroom, you sit him down on the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, you slowly massaged his temples, taking in his groan of contentment; your fingers slowly caressing his cheeks, his plump lips. That moustache used to annoy you, but now? You'd grown to like it.

"So my baby was being a little fussy these few days, huh?" You murmured, your hands making their way to his beautiful neck.

"Hey, i'm a not a baby-" he began indignantly.

"Shhhhh. Just answer my question, baby."

Lloyd gulped, his mouth thinning in anger.

"...Yes."

Running your thumb over his pillowy enticing lips, you pushed it into his warm mouth, urging him to fellate it. You could see him toy with the idea as he slowly ran his tongue over your finger, the sensations making a beeline straight to your core. You sincerely hoped you didn't lose this fight, because whenever you were around this man, you seemed to stop thinking clearly.

"Enough." You rasped.

Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, you slowly unbuttoned his vest, your mouth watering as saw the black dress shirt clinging to his muscular body.

"The thing is, I don't like when people get fussy. Makes me a little...mad. And you wouldn't like to see me mad, would you, sunshine?"

Lloyd eyed you warily, slowly shaking his head. All the bravado that he seemed to have had evaporated as he saw your flashing eyes, and your uncharacteristic calm demeanour. He couldn't even string a few words together.

"Good boy. My good lil' baby." Running your hands over his torso, you grabbed the shirt he was wearing, ripping the damn thing apart; the sheer lust coursing through your veins giving you the energy you needed.

"You trust me, right?"

He nodded as his breathing turned shallow.

"Words, sunshine. I need you to use your words."

"...Yes." he murmured.

You ran your fingernails over his nipples, not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to send a message. He gasped, alarmed at the action more than the feeling.

"The magic word is ma'am, sunshine."

"..y..yes, ma'am."

"You're such a good boy, sunshine. Such a quick learner. I'm glad I kept you around. We're gonna have a lotta fun together." You grinned at him, grazing his nipple with your teeth, before sucking on it voraciously, laving it with your hot tongue. He groaned, moving his hands to your hips, pulling you closer.

Pushing his hands off, you held his face between your fingers, causing his lips to purse up. He looked up, his eyes registering a mix of lust and fear; stoking your already charged-up self.

"Now, now, sunshine. You know what you have to do. You can't touch me without my permission. Are we clear?"

"...yes...ma'am." He added on, hesitantly.

Your mouth pulled into a small, lazy smile. Time for phase two.

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Lloyd didn't know how he'd ended up in this place. He was feared, by everyone. He was a ruthless man, for crying out loud. Even the most notorious men/killers would shake at the thought of him. Yet here he was, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, eating you out for all he was worth as you fucked him with your mouth. He stopped, to catch his breath, gasping as you pulled your mouth off him, panting.

"You stop, I stop, sunshine. And I know you're close. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

His strained yes turned you on like nothing else, the slick from your core now running down your thighs. He lapped it all up, his tongue running over your lips, swirling over your engorged nub. His moustache tickled your clit, this particular action making you groan on his member, the vibrations causing him to let out a moan.

You could feel him pulsating, ready to come on your face. You pulled away, suddenly turning around. His cry of alarm was silenced by your lips as you swallowed it, your tongue caressing his as your lips moved against each other, not willing to pull away anytime soon.

Breaking the kiss, you moved down, your core sliding over his chiselled abs. Panting, you slowly rubbed yourself on him, your slick rubbing onto him, covering his torso in the process. You begin grinding on his abs, the muscles rubbing against your clit, sending little shockwaves through your body.

Opening your eyes, you saw him squirm. You decided to let him out of his misery. But not without a little fun first, you smiled, as you thought to yourself.

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Lloyd groaned as he felt your silky walls around him, your warm, wet heat enveloping him in a way that could only be described as heavenly. You moved over him, slowly, at first; his thick cock hitting all your spots, making you feel fuller than you ever had before. You began to move, really move, your hips slapping obscenely against his thighs. He moaned as he felt your walls tighten around him, your speed increasing with every passing moment. He felt his climax setting on, his balls beginning to tighten. You seemed to notice too, as you pulled off him, your silky heat leaving him as quickly as it you had started.

"Awww, does my sunshine want to come? Not yet, baby. Not yet."

You gave him a few moments to calm down, before retaking your position, moaning as you sunk down on him, his thick cock making you see stars. You rotated your hips, feeling him hit every point on your inner walls. Gasping, you continued your movements, holding yourself steady on his torso. Your breaths intermingled as you sped up your actions, bringing both of you to the brink once again.

Lloyd needed to come, desperately. But you weren't letting him, nor were there any signs of you letting up this fast. He groaned in frustration, feeling himself nearing his peak again.

"Please..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

"..wha...what was that, sunshine? Did you say something?" You panted, slowing down a bit.

Lloyd knew what you were trying to do. He knew that he was powerless at the moment. But his pride stopped him from speaking out the truth. So he stayed silent, which was the wrong move on his part.

You stopped and got up off him again, moving to take off his blindfold. He squinted in the harsh light, as he tried to regain his bearings. He saw you sitting on his torso, your legs spread eagled.

"Well, if you can't say it, then I guess I'll have to take care of myself then."

He saw your fingers move over your lips, slowly circling your clit. You moaned as you slipped a finger inside your aching channel, finally giving yourself some respite. You closed your eyes, speeding up, your mouth slack jawed.

Lloyd growled as he saw you pleasure yourself, the sight beyond erotic. He wanted nothing more than to hold you down and pound you senseless. His cock was throbbing, the tip red and leaking. He wanted to come; no, he needed to come. Right. Fucking. Now.

"I...I need..."

"Yes, sunshine?"

"I...need...to come..."

"Awww, poor baby. You know what you have to do."

Lloyd grimaced, slightly tugging on his restraints. He had his pride, sure, but now he needed to come. Badly. Or god knows what would happen to him.

"Beg for it, sunshine. Beg for me." You whispered, raspily; stroking him slowly.

"Please...ma'am. Please...let me...come." he gasped in hushed tones.

You grinned.

"Oh baby, with pleasure." You purred. And with that, you rode him, leaving no prisoners. His thick cock was hitting your spongy spot repeatedly. You wailed, your hips moving against him in a frenzy. It was a battle; a race, of who could let go first. And you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion faster than even he was.

You screamed as you fell over the precipice, leaving scratches along his torso. You could feel your walls tighten impossibly around him, swallowing him, as he reached his end exposively; shouting as his spend coated your walls, his hips moving of their own accord and shunting against yours as he emptied every drop into you.

You panted against his neck, leaving featherlight kisses along the column of his neck, as the both of you struggled to catch your breath. Lloyd felt like he was floating, he hadn't had an orgasm this intense ever. He felt his thighs shake a little, his brain beginning to work a bit again. Unlocking him, you rubbed his sore wrists, leavimg soft kisses along the marks left behind. Running your fingers through his hair, you softly kissed his lips, lightly massaging his head as you whispered words of praise in his ears, caresses and touches punctuating your every word.

That night, as you cuddled him while you drifted off to sleep, he realised two things. One, you were not meant to be taken lightly. And two, he was truly fucked.

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rosewritestuff · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day 1

Kinktober Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen x Reader; plus size!reader, daddy kink, teasing, frottage, fingering

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Daddy!"

Lloyd chased you through the halls, skidding on the floors until you reached the bedroom and he caught you, spinning you around and throwing you onto the bed. He crawled onto it, climbing over you.

He pinned you to the mattress, one hand sliding up your thigh, hooked around his hip, the other holding your wrists above your head. His nose was just barely grazing yours, moustache tickling your lip, his eyes blazing with a fire that was barely controlled in his voice.

"Say it again," Lloyd hissed, dick hard against your pussy, covered only by your leggings and his jeans.

"Daddy, please," you whined, struggling against his hold, rocking your hips against his, dragging his bulge against your covered folds, moaning at the friction. Lloyd slid his thigh in between your legs, pressing up, and you keened, rutting up into him to get pressure on your clit.

"Hmm I don't know sunshine, I kinda like you like this, all desperate for me," Lloyd smirked at your wail, moving his hand from your hip down your waistband, past your stomach, rubbing your mound before slipping a finger over your clit.

"Yes, oh! Oh fuck, Daddy, please fuck me, right now, I can take it," you begged, Lloyd groaning as his dick swelled even further.

"Jesus cupcake, the fucking mouth on you sometimes," he swore, letting go of your wrists and pressing up onto his knees, undoing his jeans as you pushed your leggings down. "Should wash your mouth out with my cock, but Daddy needs his pussy right now."

Lloyd shoved his pants down his thighs, and you whimpered, grabbing his dick and stroking it quickly, spreading the precum that was dripping the tip. His hips jerked forwards, and you guided him to your entrance, slipping through your folds easily and pressing in.

You gasped as you were filled, letting go and grasping at his side, feeling his muscles shift and flex as he thrust forwards, stretching you out. It twinged a bit without prep and you relished in the burn, Lloyd pressing down into you, abs firm against your softer stomach, his forearms braced above your shoulders, nose to nose again, that damn moustache brushing your lip.

"How's that tune go? Hush little angel, don't say a word, Daddy's gonna fuck your guts til you scream my name," Lloyd singsonged, eyes slightly maniacal, your own rolling back in your head as he slammed into your spot, pressing up on his hands and fucking you with a brutal force.

"Daddy!" You sobbed, tears suddenly building and falling, overwhelmed with sensations. You pressed your forehead into his chest, trying to pull him down onto harder, so he dropped more of his weight on you, holding you down.

"Need some help pumpkin? Need Daddy to make you just take it? Come on sunshine, we take and give, so take...and give!" Lloyd wormed his arm between you two and lightly pinched your clit, rolling it between his fingers and you screamed, orgasm hitting you hard.

Lloyd grunted, fucking you through it, your body shaking beneath him, clenching tight around him, triggering his own orgasm. He spilled into you, fucking his cum deep inside you before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to you.

The two of you panted, side by side, shirts partially rucked up, pants around your thighs. You turned to look at Lloyd, a piece of hair in his face. He sighed, turning and looking at you, that piece of hair falling further into his eyes.

You reached over and pushed it back over his head, and he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to it. You grinned and sat up, pulling your hand away as you fixed your clothes. You stood up, looking back at Lloyd.

"Now you can go back to work," you said and walked out of the bedroom doorway, giggling quietly to yourself as you heard him say, "What the fuck?"

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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Adding Lloyd to my tag list options so comment or reblog comment if you want tagged for him and I can make a note😁

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months

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Lloyd Hansen x Reader kiss

On a place of insecurity

Warnings for LLOYD IS ALWAYS AN 18+ CHARACTER--he's f***ing dark, ok?? Elements of bondage, force-feeding, finger-sucking, use of toys, and body issues. Smuuuuuuuuuut. [Lloyd, uh, he has no problems with your body, though. Or his. 🥴] Minors DNI. There's plenty to keep you busy on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2731

⚠️Yo, this is graphic for me. 🙈 FINAL WARNING 🥵 I will see you in hell... 🥂🧁💃🏽💦🥴💀

Most of the time, when covered, none of it bothers you, the pieces of your body that aren’t just-so, the remnants of things you liked that have since evolved into…more. That’s the truth of it. There is simply more of you than there used to be. Some of it is fine; all of it should be, but a perfect outlook is impossible when staring at your reflection in the luxurious, crimson nightgown he’s bought you.

A lot of the not-so-perfect can be hidden in the dark. It can be hidden by focusing on him and ignoring yourself. It can be glossed over with little lies like “the bigger, the better” and “more to love.”

Lloyd didn’t bring you something tiny to squeeze into. There’s a seam of support in the satin that tucks under your breasts, so those look nice. It’s long to your ankles and tapered wide enough to fit your hips. You have to suck in your stomach, but that’s nothing new. Only one great flaw remains, and spaghetti straps aren’t doing shit to cover it.

The fucking armpit fat.

Your little roll of shame and frustration that no matter how you hold your shoulders or position your arms is just there.

“You like all your presents, sunshine?”

Lloyd pops around the bathroom doorway, taking a huge bite out of one of the cupcakes he bought, pretty, pink-frosted, red velvet things covered in sugar pearls and edible glitter.

All of the adornments get stuck in his mustache, but he remains unfazed. He’s a man who likes to be looked at but doesn’t care if he’s seen.

And he's a messy eater…of certain things.

You don’t exactly have that same confidence. Impulsively, you smooth the nightie over your hips and run your tongue over your teeth. Since Lloyd is not typically a giver--of gifts or anything else--this whole night is an unknown.

He does love to make people uncomfortable though; that’s one of Lloyd Hansen’s greatest joys.

“Looking good enough to eat,” he says with a smack of his frosted lips. He rounds the frame, another cupcake in hand as an offering. “Here.”

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

A knee-jerk reaction. A practiced statement. Little lies.

He downs the rest of his cake with a satisfied pout, dramatically fitting his mouth over the tall, decadent dessert, as he stands flush to your back in the mirror. He squints at something off with the picture and oh-so-carefully fixes a strand of your hair.

He’s looking very, very intensely, and you hope he’s seeing nothing at all.

His eyes flicker down to your stomach. “Wearing the panties?”

You nod.

“Then get your sweet ass on that bed. I’m waiting.” He spanks you, smirking.

As you nudge past him, the thick pearls of the beaded thong roll through you folds and over your clit, dry but smooth. When you sit on the mattress, you lean on your arms, attempting to push your chest out and flatten that curve just above them.

Lloyd sidles over to stand at your feet, holding up your cupcake again, one eyebrow raised mockingly.

“Maybe later,” you shrug, but your voice comes out breathy. It’s difficult to keep your stomach taut at this angle and speak at the same time, but his gaze is unrelenting.

He sucks his cheek in and lets it click, clearly disappointed, but after a beat, he puts the food down on the bedside table and picks up a thin, silver remote.

“That’s twice, sunshine.”

Holding the controller up by his head, Lloyd presses a button two times and the pearls between your legs spring to life. The beads vibrate. They are Lloyd’s beads.

“Up—“ he points “—hands up.”

Though your thighs fight to stay clenched, you move, shifting up the soft comforter, gliding over embroidery in your silky sheath. When your back hits the headboard, your arms go above your head, crossed, just like he likes you.

Out of his back pocket, he pulls out jeweled cuffs, an oddly festive addition to an occasion you didn’t think he’d give a shit about. Lloyd never struck you for a Valentine’s Day lover, much less a lover of Valentine’s Day, but who would go through all this without at least some enthusiasm for the holiday?

The remote for your thong gets tossed into the covers while he climbs over you.

“Now,” he instructs with a smile, deftly snapping one bracelet over one wrist, stringing the short lead through the rungs of the iron headboard, and securing the other tightly. He scoots backwards to haul you down the bed with him, the nightie bunched up to the fullest part of your hips and the vibrations pushed deeper into your cunt. He leans over you carefully, hands on his own clothed thighs, and sharpens his attention.

“Is there anything in my ’stache?”

You burst out laughing because, indeed, it does look like an arts and crafts hour exploded in the coarse hairs.

Lloyd chuckles, too. “No? Okay, then let’s—“

“Yes,” you squeal before he can smear the sticky glitter onto your neck.

“Help me out then.” He inches closer to your mouth, pouting. “Go on. Clean me up.”

Dead serious, Lloyd shoves his lips into yours and lets you keep pausing to laugh between licking and scraping the icing off with your teeth. This is the cutest, stupidest thing he's ever done, and yet, also, somehow romantic?

You finish with a peck to his actual lips, and he reciprocates.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Good, little liar, you are hungry.”

Abruptly, he dismounts the bed and begins undressing.

“Why do you insist on doing that?” He untucks his shirt and rips it overhead. “Haven’t I done well?” His voice is strained with annoyance. His belt clinks as his pants hit the floor, boxers and all. “Aren’t you happy?”

The only item left on him is the gold chain necklace he never takes off, so resting his hands on his hips, waiting, becomes quite the distracting sight.

When you don’t answer, he presses down on the bed beside you, bare ass in the air. “Little liar…I asked you a question.”

You nod forcefully, biting your sweetened lip and switching the position of your legs. The shimmying pearls are slick now. The sensation takes your focus.

Your whole body twitches when Lloyd nuzzles his face into the side of your stomach. It can’t be rocket-science to know that you suck in as much as possible, but he sure as shit can’t miss that you’re tensed.

“Well, if you can’t be honest with me,” he fake-whines against your gut before lifting his head, sighing, “I’m going to assume what I want is best…”

The vibrations intensify, the toy getting louder, but you can’t see the remote in his hand.

“…whether you like it or not.”

Don’t you always, you think, because of course that is the point, and if you had to bet, he means anal, probably mildly degrading. At least you’ll be facing away, or bent down. He makes it feel good but only since it happens to be pleasurable for him, too. That kind of attention from him doesn’t bother you. It feels like being looked at but not seen. You exist but you don’t matter.

Usually.

Tonight has been entirely different. He’s giving orders, but the commands save him no time. They prolong your exhibition; they amuse him. Lloyd is playing with you on Valentine’s Day, and his idea of fun is torture.

You rub your thighs together at the mere thought.

He notices that, and Lloyd’s face lights up.

“Liars—“ he props himself on his elbows, reaching for the pooled satin still covering your core “—get punished, right?” His eyes twinkle. The gown raises with his fingers dragging over your skin, and he hums approval. “Let me see.”

Clenched in this exact spot, the beads bring you so close you’re almost shaking, and you can’t find the will to move. The current is too powerful.

Lloyd is stronger and far less tolerant.

He hops back up to the bed, immediately sliding his hands between your knees and forcing you to spread wide. The rush of exposure cools the building steam inside you, body pinned down beneath the stark naked man half-chubbed and bobbing atop you.

He replaces the hands holding your legs open with his knees and reaches to the bedside table.

He’s brought the other cupcake, perhaps to eat while watching you come, perhaps to have you clean off more remnants, but Lloyd doesn’t bring the treat to his lips.

He pinches your side harshly.

“Open up,” he says with grin.

This is wicked even for him.

Your arms pull at the restraints on instinct.

“Uh-uh. Remember, I know best.” His smile isn’t dimmed in the slightest as he lowers the cake to your mouth.

It’ll be worse if you don’t just get it over with. He’ll make you do it somehow, some way, so you open up, struggling to fit the towering frosting without crumbs going everywhere.

You eat.

You chew and you swallow and you tell him you’re happy.

And this time he sees. He makes little noises as if he’s the one feeling the cake melt in his mouth, as if he’s experiencing the different textures of silky cream and tiny crunchy pearls, as if he enjoys the melding of the gritty glitter with the rich dough while he relishes the last bite.

Before you even finish chewing he’s watching all of you again, hands roaming your satin second skin.

“Such a pretty fucking liar,” he groans, unabashedly staring down at the glazed beads stretched across you from clit to asshole. The thong isn’t enough to get you off in this position, and the tease of release forces you to roll your hips, failing to find friction, humping the air inches below his now rock-hard cock.

“Look at you! Nice and plump like I like ya.” He slaps your inner thigh. “Wouldn’t be the same without this jiggle.” At the word, he shakes your love handles and enjoys the ripple across your body.

You almost protest but the cake has coated your throat and made you salivate. It’s difficult to clearly speak.

He doesn’t fucking care; he’s playing.

“Can’t have you go hungry… Like your mouth stuffed, don’t you?”

Lloyd forces two of his sticky-sweet fingers onto your tongue, anchoring them with a firm thumb curled beneath your chin, digging ever-so-slightly into the soft flesh past your mandible.

“And now that you’re not starving—“ the index finger of his free hand laces under the top pearl “—you can focus on more important things.” He sweeps his finger down, the entire bent knuckle entering you only to drag out again.

A shiver races up your spine.

You try to ask for more, more anything, but you can’t budge his fingers.

“Focus, cupcake.”

Lloyd leans down, low enough to press his face to yours, his cold necklace slithering over your décolleté.

“Jiggle for me,” he husks in your ear.

His free hand continues to grope and squeeze at you, anywhere you’d rather not be on display, everything you don't want under the spotlight of his attention.

“Let go,” he growls when he catches you still contorting to the most flattering stretch you can manage. His fingers press warningly in your mouth.

Whatever you do or don’t do in response is not enough for him, and he straightens one leg out at a time, unpinning you only to shove his full weight back down, his abs muffling the sound of the pearls as they get sandwiched between you.

“I have to do everything.” He sounds so mad even though he guides your ankles to cross behind him, even though he rocks his hips with yours.

And then the worst possible thing happens.

Fingers deep down your drooling throat, Lloyd Hansen latches his lips onto that little roll above your breast, and you come. Just like that, a man practically tongue-fucks your armpit fat, and you goddam yelp in the heat of your orgasm.

It’s exactly what he fucking wanted.

You shake while your cunt spasms, empty save some toy jewelry and the proximity of a chiseled torso, and, yes, pieces of you jiggle. You can’t do shit to stop it. You don’t want to because he made it feel so good.

Of course, he continues.

His mouth moves down to the satin seam of the nightie where your tit is spilling out. He bites at your nipple through the fabric. He tickles your sternum with his facial hair and stops thrusting his erection where it pokes at your ass. All of this he does while you keep coming.

Nonchalant, unhurried, Lloyd takes his fingers out of your mouth, sits back on his heels, and engulfs the base of his cock with a vice grip, letting the thong overstimulate you for a good three-count while he sucks his teeth and ponders.

He finally reaches over to switch off the vibrations.

You’re gasping after a copious amount of spit has dribbled to your chest and spread.

His eyes have never looked so dark.

“You’re right, sunshine. We shouldn’t waste a drop.”

Faster than you can register, he unlocks the cuffs and lets you put your arms down to regain feeling, still using his spit-lubed fingers to smear over his length.

He ignores how you baby your wrists after the unpadded metal and pinches your jaw open, elated when saliva immediately flows out.

“Just like to look at you this way,” Lloyd sighs.

He peels the thin straps of the nightie down your arms and plucks out each breast, humming in appreciation at the heft of them. He rises to his knees, pumps the underside of his length over your slick sternum before encasing it in your warm flesh with a brutal hold.

His breath comes heavy and jagged behind his smile, so fucking pleased with himself and his plan, gold chain bouncing on his chest in mimicked rhythm.

“More,” he hisses, knowing you’re watching—gawking, really,—so your head drops to glob spit on his peeping red tip.

This view is just as engrossing. You see the full girth of him displace the volume of your tits, choked mushroom head seeming to drown beneath the wave only to leak for salvation at each crest.

Lloyd’s babbling provides the commentary for how far gone his control is.

“Think of all I can fit in you—unf shit—could fuck your thick thighs or—oh—tuck in between those ass cheeks—long as that fucking mouth of yours is full—pussy better be juicy as a ripe peach when I slide in...”

Even when you aren’t allowed to see his face, the strangled cry of him nearing climax is enough make your clit throb with hope for more.

“GAH! That’s it. Here you go.” He pushes up harder from beneath you, remaining in the embrace of your chest as the first spurt of cum hits your bottom lip. “Show me—show me you’re a good eater.”

There is no hint of a question. He knows you only need praise to obey.

Lloyd milks himself into you agonizingly slow, unhinged moans tumbling out the more you suckle his head, and true to his word, he makes sure not a single drop is wasted before finally releasing your sore breasts.

Still panting from exertion, he pushes you back on the bed by the throat and kisses you, tasting of salty-sweet cream, or rather, that’s probably you by now. He pulls back to let out a whoop of satisfaction and dismounts.

Though you have yet to sit up, too dazed to recompose without a hard reset, Lloyd tosses a water bottle between your legs. You snatch it up with all the speed of slug dried out by the sun and chug nearly half before tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

Shit, if this is what it feels like to be looked at and seen, maybe bigger is better…

You think there will be more of a break since he’s gotten off, but instead Lloyd sucks his teeth, demanding your attention as he picks up another two pink-frosted cakes.

“Time for your next course, pretty thing. The night is young.”

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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.”

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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The Mobster’s Wife (2)

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size Reader

a/n: Omg thank you thank you everyone for the incredible love and support you all have shown towards Lloyd and Wifey, I was so so nervous about it but the response has been so good, I honestly still can’t believe it. So here is Part 2 which many of you requested and I really hope you all like this one too. Please read the warnings before reading.

words: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angsty moments, crying, injuries, mentions of blood and wounds (nothing too graphic), curse words, reader being insecure very briefly, soft moments, romantic fluff, mentions of wine and food, making out (nothing too graphic), mentions of virginity, kissing. Soft!Lloyd.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

<;- Previous Chapter; Drabbles ; Asks

Lloyd Hansen’s entry in your life wasn’t in your hands but you were so glad it happened.

To you it felt like your husband had two personalities, one for the rest of the world and the other reserved just for you, his wifey.

Soon after that night, there had been a major development in your married life, Lloyd’s room became your shared bedroom.

It was nice to share a room, and of course a bed. Waking up in the morning with a strong arm wrapped around you, feeling the warmth of another person, and not to miss the tickles caused my someone’s precious facial hair.

Your breakfast dates, as Lloyd liked to call them, was a ritual you both started your morning with.

Lloyd never tried to cross a line, you both needed some time to warm up to each other and he respected that. Hugs and kisses, and cuddles during sleep. It was all very sweet, specially compared to the ice cold man Lloyd was during the initial weeks of your marriage.

Your husband loved holding you close, you could understand that, after his usual tiring day, he would find you, wherever you were in the house, and wrap you in his arms, holding you close, relaxing under your touch. You loved that too.

“Wifey, I’m bored”

“Is that why you came home early today?“ You asked with a chuckle, while the man hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your neck.

“Ugh, it was such a boring day. And an assh- I mean an idiot didn’t show up for a scheduled meeting.” Lloyd went on to describe his day and why it was so boring but soon his tone turned all cheerful.

“Good news is, I’m back home early to my beautiful wife.” He turned you in his arms and kissed your forehead. You still weren’t used to compliments, even though Lloyd showered you with plenty. Your husband absolutely loved it when you tried to avoid your gaze and became all shy.

“I was thinking, if you are up for it, would you like to go on a date with me? How does dinner at some nice restaurant sound?” And you knew by nice he meant some super fancy restaurant.

“Sounds good but I was thinking something more?”

“Something more?” Lloyd wiggled his eyebrows, “Well I didn’t know my wifey was so naughty hmm?”

“Oh no-“ Lloyd loved teasing you “I was thinking we could go somewhere else too, unless of course we can’t because of security reasons, which I will totally understand. I mean I know you-“ You started rambling and Lloyd gently interrupted you.

“Wifey, just say what you have in mind please?”

“I was thinking maybe we can go to the beach?” A big smile appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“That sounds great, how about I arrange dinner for the two of us on the beach? You know set up a table and some lights, food, drinks and everything else?” Your eyes lit up on hearing that.

“Is that possible?”

“Anything for you, princess” That was a new nickname your husband had bestowed you with. One which always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Thank you, I’m so excited.”

“Why don’t you get dressed up and I’ll arrange everything, alright?”

You picked a cute flowy dress for the occasion, the sweetheart neckline was quite the cherry on top.

“I’m ready.” Lloyd’s jaw dropped as he took you in. Your eyes didn’t leave your husband’s frame either. He always looked so good. And that black shirt, with rolled sleeves and few buttons undone, paired with his signature white pants was quite a look.

“Wow, you look- wow.” Lloyd managed to say out, his focus still on you.

“Thank you Mr. Hansen,” You replied “so do you.”

“Shall we?” He gave you his hand which you gladly took in your own and nodded.

The drive to the beach was very beautiful, to say the least. Lloyd took his convertible which he rarely used anymore, but he could feel it was perfect for the occasion. His men followed the two of you in a different car, Lloyd couldn’t risk your safety. And you understood that.

When he saw that beautiful smile on your face, and the wind blowing in your hair, he knew it was worth it to bring the convertible. It was so difficult to keep his eyes on the road when you looked so good, sitting right beside him.

Not to forget how you would look at him from

time to time, with care and affection in your eyes. Lloyd felt like he was losing his mind in the most poetic way.

When you got to the beach, it felt like a scene out of a movie. A beautiful table decorated with flowers and candles. Cutlery, plates and glasses and a bottle of wine fully organised. At some distance you could see a chef preparing your dinner and you were soon greeted by the helping staff who escorted you both towards the table. Lloyd wrapped his arm around your waist. He was quite the gentleman and pulled your chair out. You gladly took a seat and eventually so did Lloyd.

“I can’t believe this is happening Lloyd, it’s so beautiful.” You look around with a smile on your face. It was so beautiful. That part of the beach had been decorated with fairy lights and candles. Sound of waves crashing. It was all too magical.

“Oh it’s all happening wifey.” Lloyd smirked but he was genuinely delighted to see you so happy. He poured you a glass of wine and then himself.

“To us.” Lloyd raised his glass in front of you with a sheepish smile on his face. He wasn’t used to romantic gestures but he tried his best. It made you feel giddy to see him like that.

“To us!” You smiled and clicked your glass with his.

The server came with your food and kept it in front of you. Smelled delicious. He then left you two, to give you privacy. For Lloyd privacy came with terms and conditions applied, couldn’t be helped. The helping staff and chef were at a distance doing their work and waiting for orders, if any. So were Lloyd’s men, bodyguards who were keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

But the two of you still got the privacy you needed. And to be fair, whenever Lloyd was lucky to get your company, it felt the rest of the world didn’t exist for him.

“Are you having a good time?” Lloyd asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“The best” You smiled. The food was delicious, and Lloyd was ever so caring. You didn’t want the night the end.

After dinner you took off your heels and Lloyd his shoes, and started walking on the sand. The sky was now darker with stars shining and the gorgeous moon.

Your husband took your hand in his, you smiled looking at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for tonight Lloyd. It was amazing.”

“Only the best for my princess.”

You started pulling him towards the water and Lloyd realised what was happening

“Oh no wifey the water is going to be pretty cold right now.”

“Please Lloyd, we’ll just dip our feet, come on it will be so fun.” Your pout was enough to make him change his mind. He playfully rolled his eyes and you excitedly pulled him toward the sea.

As soon as your feet came in contact with the water, you knew Lloyd was right, it was cold, but it was also so much fun.

Lloyd admiringly took in your sight, as you played in the sea, your feet dipped in the water, gently splashing it forward, your hand in his own. He wanted to capture the moment and keep it in his heart forever.

Your husband got lost in thoughts and you took the opportunity to splash some cold water on him.

“Hey!” Lloyd exclaimed dramatically. It was adorable. You giggled and continued your actions.

“Oh you just wait wifey,” Lloyd pulled you closer with one hand and splashed you with the other. You giggled and felt the chill, which made you shiver.

Splash and splash, but soon you ended up on top of Lloyd when he pulled you, and there you both were, lying on the sand, waves coming and going, gently touching you.

Lloyd moved his hand into your hair, slightly sticky with sand and water. He raised his head and captured your lips in a loving kiss.

You could hardly believe any of it was truly happening, it was all so magical. After Lloyd kissed your lips to his heart’s content, he helped you up and got up himself.

“We should get going, it’s pretty late.” You nodded and smiled.

“Thank you again for tonight, Lloyd.”

“I’m happy I could make you happy” Lloyd smiled and took your hand in his as you made your way to the car and his men followed behind.

As much as you loved spending time on the beach, the warmth of your home felt very welcoming.

“How about you take a shower and freshen up?” Lloyd suggested.

“What about you?”

“I’ll use another bathroom don’t worry.” You nodded, part of you wanted to invite Lloyd to take a shower together, but another part, the slightly insecure one as well as the shy one was still not ready. So you made your way to the bathroom, on your own.

The warm shower, not only helped you feel clean but also refreshing. After wrapping yourself in a towel, hair still damp, you looked for the clothes you were supposed to change in. Clothes, where were your t-shirt and shorts? Realisation hit you, you were in such a rush to take a shower, you didn’t bring in your clothes.

In order to get your clothes from the wardrobe you would have to go on the other side of the big room.

You opened the bathroom door a little and peeked through, holding your towel tightly, to see if the coast was clear. It wasn’t.

There was Lloyd in his majestic aura, pacing across the room. Honestly he couldn’t be blamed in any way for coming inside the bedroom because you always come out of the bathroom in fresh clothes. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to stay in the room when you were taking a shower.

You took a deep breath, and with as much courage you could muster, you called out to your husband.

“Um Lloyd?” Lloyd’s head snapped towards you, he could only see the slightly opened door and hear your voice.

“Yes wifey, you alright?”

You could ask him to leave the room but somehow you didn’t want to. It wasn’t like you were naked, you had a towel wrapped around. A sudden surge of boldness made you open the door fully and come out.

Lloyd had no idea what was about to hit him. When he saw you in that towel, he gulped and moved closer to you.

“Oh princess, I- fuck. Do you want me to go out?” In that moment, you didn’t know if Lloyd’s sweetness got to you or it was simply the fact that he was so close to you, you pulled him and crashed your lips on his. Lloyd was caught off guard but he immediately kissed you back.

“Lloyd, you make me feel things I never knew I could” You whispered against his lips.

“I feel the same way baby,” He held the back of your neck pulling you closer, the other hand traveled to your waist.

You pulled apart when you were out of breath and looked into his eyes. His blue eyes, which had darkened a little, held affection and desire for you.

“I like this side of you princess” Lloyd smirked, tracing your cheeks with his thumb. You bit your lower lip.

“Lloyd I have to say something, I’ve never um- I’ve never been intimate with someone before” You confessed shyly, and looked down. Lloyd put his finger under your chin and made you look up.

“Oh wifey, it’s alright baby, I’ll take care of you, I won’t ever do anything you’re not ready for okay?” You smiled.

“I really like it when you kiss me though, and I-“ you pulled on the hem of his t-shirt “I want to try more” Lloyd was about to combust.

And that was how you found yourself lying on your bed, your towel still wrapped around you, and your husband peppering kisses on your jaw and neck, and his hands stroking your arms. It felt so good. Lloyd licked and sucked on your neck, marking you. His moustache added friction which made you moan softly.

“Wait, Lloyd-“ He stopped immediately.

“Did I do something wrong baby?”

“No. I wanna kiss you too, make you feel good.” You tugged on his t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” Lloyd nodded with a smile and helped you take off his shirt.

You started kissing his jaw and neck, then trailed down, pressing open kisses on his broad chest, he wrapped his arms around you.

“Mm princess that feels so good” Lloyd’s little groan made you lick your lips.

That was how you both spent your night, lazily and lovingly in each other’s arms.

Next morning you woke up, found your head resting on his chest, his hand holding you close. You realised you were still in your towel, it was loosely wrapped around you. Lloyd knew you weren’t ready to cross that line yet and he respected that. He was more than happy just being with you, having you so close.

You kissed his chin. Lloyd gently opened his eyes.

“Morning wifey.” his voice was raspy.

“Good Morning Lloyd.”

The day began with your usual routine. After breakfast Lloyd got a call and informed you he had to take care of something important and that he might come home late. He kissed your temple before leaving in a rush.

You sighed, hoping it wasn’t anything dangerous, but who were you kidding? You knew this life, his business, his empire and the people associated with it were all full of risks.

With another sigh, you went on about your day. You cleaned up everything, and decided to catch up on a show.

Lloyd did say he would be late but the fact that it was getting quite late, made you worry. Even though you tried to distract yourself by watching something, or simply scrolling on your phone, your focus was somewhere else.

You could call him, he had told you to call him if there was some emergency. But this wasn’t an emergency. You didn’t even understand why you were so worried, it won’t be the first time Lloyd came home late, but you couldn’t ignore that irksome feeling in your heart. The way Lloyd left home in a rush, it made you very worried. And usually he either called you or sent you a text, but today you had received no updates from him.

You called him but he didn’t pick up. You tried once more, still no use. The only other person you could call was his right hand man, Lloyd had given you his number in case you couldn’t reach him.

You called Lloyd’s trusted right hand man but he didn’t pick up either. You were getting more anxious each second and were about to call him again when your phone rang.

“Mrs Hansen-“

“Where is Lloyd? Is everything alright?”

The line was cracking and you couldn’t hear properly. You could hear Lloyd’s voice in the background. And his soft groans.

“Lloyd? Where are you? Are you-“ The line got disconnected.

Your heart beat increased and you rushed downstairs. The sound of cars entering the compound and men rushing here and there filled your ears as you made your way to the door.

You were stopped in your tracks when the door opened and Lloyd appeared in front of your eyes. An injured Lloyd.

“Oh my god, Lloyd.” You rushed beside him and he smiled softly.

“Hey wifey.” His men gave you two space, on Lloyd’s orders. Lloyd kept his hand on your shoulder as you lead him towards your bedroom gently, afraid to touch him.

You took him to the bathroom to wash the blood and clean his wounds.

“Sit here please, I’ll clean everything up” You managed to say in between tears.

“Please don’t cry wifey, I’m here now aren’t I- Ah fuck”

“Don’t move please” You made him sit on the counter top, and started cleaning the cut on his head first.

“What happened?”

“Well let’s just say, things went south.” Lloyd avoided looking into your eyes.

You didn’t pester him to say more. Cleaned the small cuts on his arm. The one on his shoulder was a little deeper than the rest. You gently cleaned it with a cloth, soaked in water. Lloyd hissed, and grabbed your waist.

“Sorry.” You mumbled and applied antiseptic liquid. Which made him hiss again. After cleaning and wrapping up his wounds, you touched his cheek with your hand.

“I was so worried Lloyd, and then I find you like this.” More tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I know wifey, I’m sorry, things got out of hand.” Lloyd gently raised his arm and wiped your tears with his thumb.

“You know, before I was married, if something like this was to happen, I wouldn’t have given it any extra importance. This has been my life for a long time now. But everything has changed for the best. And today I realised that no matter what, I had to come back home, because now I have someone waiting for me. Someone I’ll always protect and take care of. Someone who has my back. Someone I-“ Lloyd bit his lips, deciding whether to go on or not.

He got up from the counter and stood in front of you. Taking your hands in his, he placed a kiss on each. Looking into your eyes again, Lloyd smiled. That smile was different than Lloyd’s usual sweet yet confident smile. It had a sense of vulnerability.

“I love you wifey. I’m always gonna come back to you.” Your breath hitched, hearing him say those words.

“You better come back to me Lloyd Hansen, because I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. I love you.”

Lloyd pulled you into a soft kiss, you made sure not to hurt him in any way.

You helped him to lie down on the bed and got in beside him.

“Why are you so far away princess?”

“Don’t wanna hurt you Lloyd.”

“It’ll hurt more if you stay away wifey” Lloyd’s pout was adorable. You moved closer to him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you wifey.”

“More than your moustache?” You asked with a chuckle

“Mhmm, I love you more than my glorious moustache.”

“I love you too, hubby.”

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂, 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏!

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!lloyd hansen x fem!pornstar!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You’re new in the industry and to the surprise of your boss and yourself you climbed the ranks in only a few months. Now you can act with the big stars and the first one is a complete asshole

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni., unprotected sex (well reader is on pill), gagging, choking, oral (f&m receiving) p in v, rough sex, degrading, slight dumbification.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — let's start vanilla on Lloyd here! @georgiapeach30513, like, reblog and comment! yeah I started a porn production and they have plots!!! I know, I know, something like this wow! But I want you to feel with them and I don't mean you masturbating. divider by @firefly-graphics

Being a porn star wasn’t your first choice of career, but the student loans had to be paid somehow. Your friend had set you up with the CEO of Barbers production who she knew as her boss.

It took her some convincing, she told you all about the perks; how it payed good, your safety and consent was first priority. For research purposes you googled some of the actors and all of them looked like they were made by gods.

You had known her since your first year at college and that was five years ago.

Not once had she mentioned anything about her job besides how busy, stressful, or free her schedule was. To be honest you always thought she was just jobless and lived on her parents money, but she was too proud to say it.

She gave you a date for an interview as soon as you told her you were ready, leaving you to wonder how long she had set it up.

When you met with the CEO Andy Barber, he gave you a list of kinks, a contract that also stated they took care of the health meaning his firm would pay for any costs. The list with kinks was for you to decide all the no go’s, what you were comfortable with and if wanted to add things.

After all was done, he showed you all his actors and with whom you start and their preferences. It was only a few, some you had already seen on your research like Ransom Drysdale or Air Levinson.

Out of curiosity you asked Andy if he was an actor too which earned you a heartfelt laugh. He answered with yes, but said he stopped three to four years ago.

With the contract signed and the first date set you were sent home.

All this was six months ago and today was your first time shooting with one of Barbers most popular stars; Lloyd Hansen.

You had heard a lot about him and saw him at a Christmas party once. Lloyd was a pure asshole, always made side remarks, treated people like crap and thought he was better than everyone.

However, he shared the top with Ari Levinson and Steve Kemp. Add to that, that he didn’t get along with anyone but Nick Fowler and Andy though that might only be because he’s the boss. About the others he had his opinions.

Now here you were on your way to the set in your pink bathing robe. Your thoughts are running wild, a part of you was excited about doing this but the other part not so much.

“Hey there! I’m your director Carter Baizen and I know you’re familiar with the procedure but I gotta do it. So, if you are uncomfortable in any way then we use the traffic light system. For green and yellow you can just whisper it with Lloyd, should he not hear it and the say it loud. For red say it out loud. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded. Consent is the most important part at Barbers Production, and everyone had to respect that.

You walked over to the scene, it was in a nice living room with a bedroom next to it and a build in kitchen. The storyline was about a stepfather fucking his stepdaughter which to be honest was gross but then yet again it was your job, and it wasn’t real.

A second later Lloyd walked in wearing a white bathing robe and a smug smirk on his lips.

“Lloyd my guy! You ready? Now as you know we use the traffic light system. Green and yellow you can whisper to one another unless the other doesn’t hear then loud, red of course always loud. Also, as you it’s her first time with you I want you to do little check-ups in between. Got it?” Carter instructed Lloyd who gave him a ‘got it’.

“Well hello sunshine. Ready to have the best sex in your life?” He asked cocking his eyebrow and the smirk still sitting on his lips. “Oh, I didn’t know I was shooting with Ari,” you responded knowing Lloyd always tried to be better than Ari.

Though this rival thing was going on since Lloyd and Ari started here at the production.

He became popular in the bdsm scene – you weren’t going to deep into this today – which gave him a massive advantage.

Lloyd’s expression changed into a glare, “mouthy little thing,” he muttered under his breath. “One remark makes me mouthy? What you’re not used to someone not crawling up your ass…” “Well certainly not from woman however mostly it me crawling up their asses.”

The smirk was back on his face and your turned into a disgusted expression. “When you get paid enough you do even the most disgusting things,” you replied lifting your chin.

“You forget here sunshine that if they don’t want to, they don’t have too…”

Carter watched the two of you bickering and one thing was for sure, you two had tension, chemistry which wasn’t the most important thing in the industry but definitely a plus. He had to admit that pairing the two of you was a fifty-fifty chance. From Andy he knew that you didn’t take shit from anyone including Lloyd. So, either this was legendary or catastrophic.

“Really? Your trash stash says something different, you look like a pervert.” Dammit what had he missed? Carter only spaced out for a short minute.

In Lloyd’s eyes Carter could see this was about to escalate. “You better-“ “Hey! Hey…how about we start shooting? Y/n you’re gonna walk around in your nighties and try to seduce Lloyd, no luck so we move to the shower where you try again, he leaves and lastly you guys have sex in the living room.”

“Wait people really like that?” you questioned before this you hadn’t shot a stepfamily video. Carter looked down a bit ashamed, “yeah, yeah they do.” Giving him a quite ‘wow’ you put away the bathing robe.

Lloyd put away his robe to revealing him in only a pair of swim shorts. Your eyes drifted over his perfectly sculptured, toned abbs. “Sunshine, I think you’re staring at me,” Lloyd’s voice made your eyes shoot up to his, “good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.”

“Okay, everyone get in position! We’re filming in five, four, three, two, one and action!” Carter yelled over the set.

You put on a seductive smile as you walked over to Lloyd who was leaning against the kitchen counter. Shaking your hips, you took slow steps forward. “Hey there daddy,” you said stroking your hand over his biceps which was surprisingly smooth.

He was quick to react and pushed you away from him, “wow! What are you doing? If you’re mom sees that.” Lloyd took a few steps backwards.

“Don’t worry she out for a trip with her friends and you have me all to yourself,” you didn’t know what you were doing. “I’m your stepfather! This can’t happen.” “Come on live a little daddy!” you called out with excitement. “Stop calling me that,” Lloyd demanded before walking away.

Leaving you in the kitchen with a pout. You sat down on the couch with a huff and turned the tv on. Shortly after you hear the shower start running and your lips curled into a smirk.

Stripping from your soft lilac night gown you exposed your naked body to the camera.

Quietly you walked to the bathroom, peaking the door open you could see Lloyd’s naked form. Your eyes drifted down to his erected cock which he was slowly stroking. You might hate him, but goddamn did you like what you were seeing.

Slowly you walked up behind him. The shower was open, and you could easily come up behind him without him noticing.

Lloyd groaned lowly as he rubbed his dick, he wouldn’t admit it, but your fierce energy made him this hard. His head dipped back the warmth of the shower consuming him in his pleasure.

You snaked your hand around Lloyd and put it around his dick gently following his movements. Peppering kisses along his back you moved his hand away from his erection.

“Yeah, keep going love,” “mhm try again daddy…” you whispered against the shell of his ear. Instantly Lloyd’s eye snapped open, and he fled from your grip.

“The fuck are you doing here? Fucking shit and cover yourself!” he threw a towel your way which you dodged. “Oh, come on I know you wanna fuck me,” you stepped closer backing him against the sink.

Lloyd had a hard time resisting you but couldn’t break character, “it doesn’t matter if I want to or not. You are my stepdaughter, I’m married to your mother!”

Your hands cradled his face, “she never has to know. We’re not blood, we can do what we want…” lips ghosting over his. “Give it to me…fuck me…fuck me rough, make me cry, fuck me until I can’t walk,” you begged him clawing your hands on his broad shoulders.

A growl came past his lips and Lloyd grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him. “Fine. You want me to fuck you rough? Make you cry like a little girl and treat you like a filthy whore?” “Yes, yes please daddy-.” He turned you around pushing you against the sink.

“Call me daddy again and you can’t sit straight for a week,” Lloyd hissed while one of his hands landed a firm slap on your ass. A gasp escaped you in response.

“Understood?” “Understood…” “Sir you call me sir and if you don’t you get punished.”

Lloyd dragged you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You smirked at him as you pushed up and your elbows and spread your legs giving him a perfect view on your pussy.

With a mischiefs smile Lloyd grabbed your ankles drawing you to the edge of the king-sized bed. “What a slutty pussy do we have here huh? I didn’t even touch you yet and here you are dripping like the whore you are….” His words send shivers down your spine.

Letting his finger trail up your body he moved above you. Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Whining into his mouth desperately.

Everything to stay in role you thought to yourself. You didn’t necessarily have to kiss your fellow actors unless in fitted the role you were given and here it wasn’t required.

Without thinking Lloyd kissed you back, the same thought running through his mind.

His hands moved down to your wrists taking them from himself. One of his hands gripped both of your wrists as the other longed for the belt that laid a few inches away from your head. He tied your wrist together having to poke another hole in the belt.

Going back down he was eye to eye with your cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, and he lapped your pussy like a starved man. Moaning loudly, you wiggled against the belt.

You wanted to touch him, grip his hair, and shove his face deeper inside you. His moustache teases your bundle in the best kind of way.

However as much as you loved the way he made you feel, you hated it. You hated him with your guts, but that man knew what he was doing, and you enjoyed it. His tongue circled your hole before diving in. One hand let go of your thigh and joined his tongue.

Two fingers curling inside of you while his tongue played with you bundle of nerves. You squeezed his fingers when they hit your sensitive spot. “Damn such a tight cunt for such a whore. If two of my fingers barley fit, how are you gonna take my fat cock?”

“Oh, but I know a slut like you would do everything for a cock wouldn’t she? A dumb whore who doesn’t know better is only after cock,” he continued.

Slowing down his movements Lloyd admired your torn expression.

He loved that he could see how conflicted you were with him giving you this kind of pleasure and still hating him.

Letting out a high-pitched whine as Lloyd didn’t stop teasing you, you tried rolling your hips for more pleasure. Instead, his hand pushed your hips back down, “little slut…are that desperate? What you wanna come? Want your sir to relieve you?”

Quickly you nodded your head not able to form words. “Words whore.” Lloyd slapped your cunt the moment he didn’t hear any words from you. “Yes, sir I want you to relieve me.”

“What a shame I don’t want to,” he said and stood up. Whining you reached for him with your hips longing for his sinful mouth again. “No, the only way you’re coming today is on my cock because that what a whore like you wants right? The only thing you think about all day is to be a whore for a cock.”

The tip of his dick graced your leaking hole using the juice from as lube. Without warning you he pushed himself inside stretching you out.

His hands rested on either side of your head, “fuck tight as a virgin. How is your cunt still this tight when you’re such a slut.” Groaning he seated himself deeper into your pussy.

“Move, please move sir…” you whimpered. Complying Lloyd moved back and forth, the first few thrusts went slow and then he rutted into you. For better grip he wrapped his right hand around your throat.

With Lloyd destroying your pussy, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear, and hitting all the right spots at the same time you felt the familiar knot building in your stomache.

Clenching your walls together around Lloyd's cock causing a loud moan from his lips to escape. He squeezed your throat in response.

Here you were making the filthiest noises when Lloyd could break everything with the sound of his moan. Never in your life before had you heard a sound that turned you on like this.

“Does the sound of my moan turn you into a little slut? Oh no, wait! You already are a slut!” you wanted to answer him but all that came from you was a blabbering sound.

“Oh, have I fucked you dumb already?” He questions with a mocking pout.

You tried shaking your head as much as you could with Lloyd's hand laced around your throat. “I-I come…sir come I” you stammered around.

The sound of flesh slapping together could be heard around the entire set. “You wanna come? Then work for it whore,” with that he turned you around.

He laid on his back with you sitting on his cock. The sudden change of position and angle making you moan pornograficly.

His cock hit spots that you didn't even know about until now.

Taking a deep breath you began moving your hips in circular motions. “Are you this dumb or do just act like it? Are you a dumb fucking whore? Are you so dumb that you can't even ride me properly?”

His hand went back to your hips moving them up and down while pushing his hips against yours.

The tight grip caused bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for me little slut, cum for your sir like a whore should.”

You collapsed on Lloyd from the intense orgasm he gave you. You already knew you were going to sleep for hours after this and to be honest you could sleep already.

“Now don't fall asleep on me whore, you still have to make me cum.” He pushed you away from him to stand up.

His erection glistening with your cum, gripping your hair he pulled you to him.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Doing so he directly pushed his cock into your mouth. You could taste your own cum mixed with his pfecum, having you pussy thrombin.

Lloyd brutally fucked your throat. For a moment stopped to let you gag on his cock causing tears to spring in your eyes.

“Whores don't get to breathe,” he told you.

You whimpered wanting his cum already. As if he heard your thoughts Lloyd let go and fucked his cum down your throat admiring the bulge he made. A relieved moan coming from his soft lips.

A moment of silence fell between the two of you. Making eye contact felt like another world.

Then Carter's loud ‘cut’ rang through the set. “Amazing!!! You can put the robes back on, shower and leave for the day! Oh, y/n how was it? Would you do it again? Maybe go a bit more into bdsm this time?”

You looked at him with a tired smile as you put the robe back on. “Yeah sure! However I would start slowly if that's okay?”

Carter waved you off, “of course that's okay! I gotta see…we could start with Fowler…” before he could finish you interrupted him. “We don't have to do it right now! Just schedule something with Bunny and text me.” You told him and walked away for a needed shower.

Lloyd watched you take off, “you give her to anyone but me and I will have you fired,” he whispered to Carter.

Speechless he watched Lloyd walk away wearing a satisfied smirk.

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The assistant (3) - Cafè

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy, Pepper Potts

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans characters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming, angry Tony (he’s a warning, okay), mentions of cheating (Tony/Pepper)...I don’t know. But before anyone complains again. It is there...very implied or not. 🤷‍♂️

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<< Part 2

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower

“You wanted to talk to me Mr. Stark,” Sandy puts on her sweetest smile. The one always working with men. She always gets away with anything. Sandy never had to work hard to get what she wants.

“Let me get this straight,” Tony gets up from his swivel chair to slam the door behind Sandy shut. “You talked Captain America into thinking that it’s a good idea to give up his perfect assistant for someone like you?”

“I didn’t do a thing,” she coos. “Captain Rogers wanted me to become his assistant. I guess he got bored of her.” Sandy scrunches up her nose when she talks about you. “Fat is not for everyone.”

Tony smirks darkly. That’s the moment he was waiting for. “Hmm… I see,” he nods thoughtfully. “I hope you know that you just violated my zero-tolerance policy against harassment. You are fired.”

“What? You are firing me—” she gasps. “You can’t do this Sir! I’m Captain America’s assistant.”

“You are mistaken,” Tony points at the door. “Steve doesn’t pay you. I’m the man behind the scenes. I tolerated your behavior for far too long. If not for your uncle, I would’ve kicked you out a month ago. You have half an hour to pack your things.”

“Mr. Stark, you can’t do this,” she sniffles now. Big fat fake tears run down her cheeks as she looks up at Tony. “Please. You’re being irrational and unfair.”

“Well, no shit, Sandy,” he grins. “This won’t work, you know. I’m not some stupid guy thinking with my downstairs brain when it comes to you. Unlike everyone else, I appreciate Y/N, her hard work and won’t let harass her.”

“I-this is unfair,” she cries. “I’m going to sue you. I will tell them you touched me!”

“Sandy, I will tell you this only once,” Tony dips his head to look down at Sandy, “this whole tower is under video surveillance. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I’ll call my lawyer and well will bombard you and your lawyer with the footage of you harassing Y/N. Or how about all the times you made inappropriate comments or stole office supplies.”

“I will tell Captain Rogers about it…” she storms out of the room, slamming it shut behind her.

“One done, two more to go,” Tony sneers. “Friday, locate Pepper Potts for me. I don’t care if she’s busy. I want to talk to her. Like yesterday.”

“Locating Miss Potts now,” Friday replies. “Located, Mr. Stark. She’s at the penthouse.”

“Good, she’s next…”

Now, Jake’s cafè

“Y/N, don’t worry,” Jensen offers comfort to you as Curtis barks orders at someone on the phone. “Curtis can be loud, but he tries to help.”

“I’ll just find another job,” you shrug. “It’s been three weeks and I had time to update my cv. At least I didn’t get fired. I got some spare money and will survive not having a job.”

“You loved your job and office, didn’t you?” Curtis ends the call and immediately turns his attention back toward you and your problem. “I called a…ahem…a friend."

“I told you to not call him,” Lloyd sits next to you. He protectively slings one arm around your shoulders. “You know how he gets.”

“Who do you want me to call, huh?” Curtis grits his teeth. “You want to hit Rogers where it hurts, let’s ruin his reputation. We need a lawyer to tell us how far we can go without ending up in jail.”

“Uh-I don’t want you to end up in jail,” you protest and shake your head. “It’s only a job, Curtis. You don’t even know me and want to risk your freedom and life for me. Let’s just take a deep breath.”

“I can still break his bones,” it’s Lloyd offering to take Steve down for you. “I’m not scared of that pumped-up blonde man baby. He’s a dick only thinking with his dick.”

“Lloyd,” Jakes sighs deeply as you glance at your friend. “Can you just not get the dick jokes out when Y/N is around.”

“But she loves my jokes, right?” Lloyd looks at you. “Tell him you like my jokes, cupcake.”

“Captain Rogers will hurt you, Lloyd. You know that he’s a super-soldier, not a normal guy. If he doesn’t hurt you, he’ll get you arrested.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you giggle as Lloyd won’t stop telling you how much he wants to kick Steve’s balls. “Cupcake, I swear he’ll regret hurting you.”

“Anyways,” Curtis tries to bring the conversation back to the man he called. “I called him. What do we do now? He’s on his way.”

“Fuck’s sake,” loudly cursing Lloyd glares at Curtis. “I don’t want him around. We parted ways for a reason. He’s not like us. Goody two shoes Barber will ruin this for us. I can’t have him near my cupcake.”

“Barber is the best lawyer we know,” Jake interjects. “Or do you want me to call our little chaos? You know he’ll mess shit up and won’t be helpful at all.”

“Little chaos? I-how many brothers do you have?” you frown as Lloyd starts cackling. “I mean, is that lawyer your brother too?”

“We are a big happy family,” Curtis grumbles. “It’s Jake, Lloyd, me, and…” He sighs, shaking his head. “You see, we don’t have contact with Barber and our little chaos.”

“Barber, hmm…I think I heard that name on the news some time ago,” you ponder. “I don’t remember what it was about.”

“Barber…Andy tried to live a normal life, far away from his family,” Lloyd grunts. “He married and then, it all went to shit. Still, he refused to return to his family.”

“What about the little chaos?” you press on. You told the men everything about your life and want some answers in return. “Please, tell me something about you. I’m an open book.”

“You’re a sweet cupcake,” Lloyd whispers in your ear, mustache tickling your earlobe. “Jake, fill her in.”

“You sure?” Jake furrows his brows. “I thought you don’t want anyone to know…”

“Fill. Her. In,” you wonder why Lloyd gets so angry. “She’s part of the family now. You brought her in, now she belongs with us.”

“Okay, fine,” clearing his throat Jake looks at Curtis. “What about you?”

“I’m good. Just tell her,” Curtis sits down on the last free chair. He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps bulging.

“You already know about Andy,” Jake says. “He’s the guy on his way. Our little chaos is our brother Mike. He had a little problem with…”

“Call it by its name, Jake. He’s a drug addict,” you bite your lower lips as Llloyd grumbles under his breath. “He wasted so much money to get high…”

“He was a drug addict, Lloyd,” Curtis corrects. “You know that he’s clean for almost three years. We should let him come home.”

“He still didn’t apologize for totaling my car.”

“Lloyd, it’s just a car,” Jake tries to reason with his brother. “You are the eldest. If you call him, he’ll be happy to come back.”

“I—” Lloyd sighs deeply. “Do you think this is the time to let the lost brothers come home? We want to help Y/N, not drag her into our family drama.”

“Wait this makes—” you close your eyes and count. “Lloyd, Jake, Curtis, Andy, and Mike. OH! Five brothers! That’s awesome.”

“We are actually six brothers,” your eyes round when someone comes out of the kitchen.

A big man, bulgy and tall. His shaggy hair almost reaches his shoulders and his thick beard frames his handsome face. He looks different from the others, but his features and blue eyes give away that he must be related to Jake and the others.

“Ari it is, sweetness,” he smirks as you look at him with wide eyes. “My brothers tried to hide you from me for far too long.” Ari grins wolfishly as he holds out his hand. “I know why now.”

“Uh—now you are six?” you squeak. “I think…this is a bit much.” Overwhelmed by the four men you feel a little lightheaded. “You all look so…”

“I know, cupcake,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “We are all a catch, but I’m the prettiest.”

“You mean the eldest,” Jake corrects. “Now back to Mike. Can we call him? Lloyd?”

“Fine, give him a call. If we want to kick Captain America’s ass, we will need to stick together. I just hope Andy keeps his shit together. He always was a … sensitive cunt…”

Three weeks ago, Avengers tower, penthouse

“Tony,” Pepper coos as her fiancé steps into the penthouse. “Are you already done for today?”

“I will ask you this only once,” she frowns at his serious expression and his angry tone, “did you conspire with Steve to make sure Sandy works for him? Did you tell him you don’t like the way I look at her?”

“I—you see…I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Angry. Pissed. Mad?” he offers. “Because that’s how I felt close to her. She was the worst assistant ever and so far from the woman, I would fall for.”

“Oh—I thought you are interested in her. She’s pretty, young and you know…”

“Pepper, because of your insecurities and trust issues Y/N quit her job. Do you know what Rogers said to her? He hurt that poor girl deeply. She is a perfect assistant and a kind person. You two made sure that she felt insecure and quit. How dare you say that you want her to work for me because you believed I’ll never fall for someone like her.”

“She’s not your type,” Pepper tries to talk back. “I only wanted to make sure you won’t stray…”

“By sending me the only girl tempting me away…” he shakes his head. “You always told everyone how you support woman rights,” Tony hisses. “But you didn’t fight for Y/N. I’m disappointed, angry, and hurt. Imagine how Y/N feels right now…”

>> Part 4

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Lloyd is the type of man to buy you a slut necklace to wear to meet your family.

༻𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭༺

he would bestie! he'd make you wear some questionable things! which is why I introduce sugardaddy! Lloyd Au!

(warnings!! implied smut!!sugardaddy stuff!lloyd being soft for reader!prude parents!!)

You had been with Lloyd for 9 months. And by technicality, you mean you signed a contract with the man and moved immediately into his house where you became his little bunny. While he was unhinged and dangerous to you, he was soft and loving. He may be violent with sex but he always made up for it with gifts.

You met him in a sleezy bar. While drowning your sorrows in the cheapest spirits the bar had to offer. You had been fired from your job. And now you had no way of making money and you were about to be kicked out of your place. While your were having a shot, a man dressed in an ugly but expensive polo shirt sat down next to you. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What's with the fierce look bunny?" You scoffed at this jerk. He was attractive even the hair on his upper lip was attractive, he had a dark look about him. Almost insane but in the glow of the bars dim lights he was just another asshole trying to hit on you. "You. What do you want? And don't call me bunny." He chuckled. "Well bunny, your boss is my friend. I'm surprised you don't recognise me."

You turned and stared at him with furrowed brows and it dawned on you. He was Lloyd Hansen he was practically the only reason that your workplace still existed. He came into your work one day and you offered him a lollipop while he waited. And you ended up striking up a conversation until he was called away.

"What do you want Lloyd? I've had a shit day." He smirked, you remembered him, he said your name and you gave him your full attention. "Listen bunny, I know you've had a hard day being fired and shit. But I want to offer something better." You ears perked up, "I'm listening." He smirk somehow got wider, planning something devious yet you were past caring. "Be my sugar baby, be my little bunny. I've had my eye on you ever since you gave me that lollipop." You thought about it, usually online they became a sexdoll but they got what they wanted, and when the sugar daddy got bored, they left with pockets full. There was nothing to loose so you agreed.

Lloyd was nothing what you'd expected, you thought he'd fuck you and ignore you to do business. Yet instead he treated you like a wife. After fucking you he'd take care of you, he'd bring you in for business, sitting pretty on his lap. A smug smile on your face when you saw your boss. Lloyd was mysterious yet, you didn't care. He loved you more than himself. Which is why you offered for him to meet your parents, and he eagerly agreed.

The morning dawned and you nudged Lloyd awake who was holding you tight against his strong body. You both got up and ate, and headed upstairs to get ready to see your parents. You went your walk in wardrobe when you heard tutting. You sound around and Lloyd walked and settled his large hands on your hips and pulled you towards him. He looked down at you, a smile tugged on his lips. He leaned down and pressed a peck on your lips.

"Ah-ah bunny. I get to dress you whenever I want. It's in the contract remember. And I'm dressing you today." You looked up at him and pouted, "But Lloyd we're seeing my parents today." He pressed his lips to yours again and pulled away. "I know baby. But my word is law you know this." You sighed and watched him pull out a short black dress that had long sleeves and puffed out at the wrist.

He then pulled out a pair of black heels, making sure the heels wasn't too big. You raised and eyebrow at him, "No underwear?" He chuckled digging through boxes of jewelry, "Not a chance bunny, I need easy access." You rolled your eyes at his horny ways. You should have known, he was definitely going to try and succeed at fucking you at your parents house.

"Ah hah!" He pulled out a box which held a necklace, he presented it to you and you gasped. It was a silver chain that glistened with diamonds but the issue was the 4 letter that were bedazzled. 'Slut.' Lloyd wanted you to wear that in front of your parents. You knew it was pointless to argue with him. You sighed and got changed as well as Lloyd. You watched him zip up his beige pants and put on a black stripped turtle neck top.

He looked amazing you won't deny it, but sometimes his need to flaunt his money through clothing would cloud his style and he'd end up with the ugliest shirts. "Can you help me put the chain on daddy?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him and he smiled softly, "Ofcourse baby bunny. Anything for you." You stood in front of him and swiped you hair out of the back of your neck. He clipped the necklace together and turned you. "Beautiful."

He leaned down a kissed you sloppily, getting your lipgloss all over you face and his. He pulled away and squeezed you ass in his hands. You looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek and went to wipe away your gloss and the gloss on his lips.

When you got there you parents opened the door and Lloyd politely spoke to them, he was half in business mode and half trying to give a good impression. You sat across from them and began conversing with your mother. You watched as her eyes went down to your neck and her eyes widened and shot back up to look at you.

You kept talking trying to ignore your mother's reaction. You watched as she whispered something into your fathers ear and you grabbed Lloyds hand nervous. He squeezed back and gave you a soft smile. You heard a gasp from you dad and looked down at your meal.

"Well this was a good meal." You dad quickly said obviously uncomfortable. "I've barely even finished it." Lloyd said baffled at your fathers behaviour. "Ah sorry it's just we have another thing to do very soon. We have to cut this short." Your mother quickly interjected. Lloyd knew something was wrong.

"Ah ofcourse, we should do this another day then. I need the toilet, bunny can you show me where it is." Before your parents could interject you got up and showed him where it was. He pushed you into the toilet and locked it. He saw the tears in your eyes and how you had shed some. He wiped them away and kissed your forehead. "I'm so sorry bunny, I'm so sorry." You sniffled "is not your fault." He took your face into his hands and pecked your lips, a smirk taking over his face.

"How about we teach these prudes a lesson?" You looked at him questioningly. "Get on the counter bunny." You got on the counter next to the sink, you felt Lloyds hand sliding up your thighs. You spread your legs and closed your eyes as you watched him get on his knees, "Gonna show you how good you were bunny."

10 minutes later you left the toilet together, he held you close aware that your legs were currently jelly after the tongue lashing he gave you. You went down the stairs and opened the front door ready to leave when Lloyd left your side. He entered the room where your mother and father were. He smirked cocky making sure you heard every word.

"It was an honour to meet you, and thank you for making the most delicious meal I've ever had. Truly a pleasure." He turned on his heel and left staring at your wide eyes. "C'mon bunny let's go home. I'm sure your hungry for dessert." And with that you left your parents house no longer caring about their opinion but happy in Lloyds arms and his possessive ways. "Just so you know daddy, I love the necklace."

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ₓ˚. ୭

pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader

synopsis: your nerves were shot at hearing the yells of your beloved. you sat upstairs, sulking in your own worry… good thing Lloyd Hansen was there to make it all better.

content includes: mentions of death and what Lloyd does in his free time, sweetheart!reader, soft!lloyd, dom!lloyd, sub!reader, heavy daddy kink because I know Lloyd bout that life, pussy rubbing through panties, pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby girl, princess, pretty, pretty girl, hand holding 💖, sweet kisses, dirty talk af, but it’s also kind of affectionate dirty talk 😭, probably ooc Lloyd

warnings: sexual content 18+, small mention of Lloyd killing someone, a lot of cussing because it’s Lloyd

authors note: Hi everyone! I actually made this a long time ago, but I never finished it. However, I decided that it wasn’t bad enough that I needed to rewrite the entire thing, so I left it as it was and just added an ending. Also, apologies if the ending seems kind of rushed, I didn’t really know to finish it 😭

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YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT bite your lip in anxiety at hearing Lloyds yelling all the way from downstairs. You hated hearing him yell, so accustomed, spoiled even, to his loving coos and gentle whispers. He was angry at his subordinates, yet again, for doing something not good enough to his liking. He always preferred doing things his way. You didn’t know what he was mad about, and you didn’t really want to. Lloyd did his best to keep you away from that side of him, from that side of his life, but that didn’t mean you were naive to the fact it existed.

He reserved his caring side for you, naturally, making sure to leave the guns and murder outside the bedroom door when he would walk in late at night to snuggle up with you. You were thankful for that. But the specks of blood coating his neck and hands, sometimes even smeared across his cheeks, kept you all-too-aware of exactly why you were able to sleep in a two storied mansion on lavish silk sheets.

But, to be fair, you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to be with him.

“Listen to this, you goddamn idiotic pieces of shit. The next time you don’t do your fucking jobs, I’m going to blow your fucking brains out all over that fucking wall! And if you think I’m kidding…”

There was a pause, before a boom sounded from down the stairs that had you jumping out of your skin.

“…I’m not. So, kids, I suggest you listen when I tell you to do something. That way, we can avoid another incident like dead, little Carlos over here. Now get the hell out of my office… make daddy proud.”

You heard the door slam shut; not even meaning to hold your breath until you felt your chest start to burn. You let out a slow exhale, trying to calm your racing nerves. You hated yelling, hated when Lloyd got mad, hated when he let the stress of his job get to him. It made your skin crawl with worry. You clutched the pink blanket between your fingers, sitting on the edge of the bed now, television paused on whatever you were watching before you heard the yelling.

In fact, you were so enraptured in trying to calm yourself down you didn’t even hear the heavy thud of boots on the staircase until they were right outside the door. Your eyes snapped to the direction of the sound once you heard the doorknob squeak, the large frame of Lloyd Hansen quickly filling the threshold once he opened the door and stepped inside the room.

You swallowed down your nerves, his blue eyes quickly meeting yours as he raised his head up, already looking for your face, the one thing that could calm him down during times like this. You ignored the dots of dried blood under his chin, the dried splotch on his forehead. You gave him a sweet, small smile instead, hoping you seemed convincing enough for him to believe you were oblivious to what you just heard.

“There you are…” He cooed in that sweet voice of his reserved for you (and only you), completely different from the murderous tone he wore just moments earlier. A genuine smile lit up on his face as he made his way towards you, wearing that black collared shirt you loved so much, the one that clung to his muscles almost better than you did. You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips when he scooped you up into his broad arms, shoving his face into your neck and tossing you both down onto the mattress.

You landed on your back, a giddy smile on your glossy lips when he quickly adjusted your positions so he was sitting down and you were sitting up on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as he lay his head on your shoulder with a content hum, his eyes closed and small smile playing on his lips. Your legs spread around the thickness of his thighs.

His mustache tickled your skin, and for a brief moment you forgot about everything you were just thinking about, the smell of his sweet cologne hitting your nose and making your tense shoulders relax against him. Having him close like this just made you feel so much better. And with the way he leaned into you, you could only assume he felt the same.

His hands rubbed your back slowly, palms already finding their way under the baggy shirt you wore to feel your skin (one of his of course). Almost like they were taking in the fact that you were actually there, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin on his rough palms to ground him back to reality. Yes, you were real, you were there, right in his arms. Yes, you were okay, and you were so warm.

You snuggled up against him at the tingling feeling, remembering the yelling and worrying that had plagued your thoughts. You tightened your hold around his neck, secretly hoping your hugs could make him feel the silent plea you sent his way. please, stop being so stressed. I’m right here with you. You knew Lloyd would be angry with himself if he knew you overheard him, even though it wasn’t even his fault.

“How’s my pretty girl doin’, hmm?” He hummed into your skin, planting a soft kiss under your ear then leaning his head back so he could look at you clearly. Even sitting on his lap he was still so much bigger than you, muscles surrounding your frame, your head meeting his nose. Looking up into his gentle eyes, a look you knew you were the only person to ever see, you wanted to tell him that no, you weren’t doing so good at the moment, that he had worried you, even if he didn’t mean to, tell him that you heard everything and that you were sorry he was under so much stress.

His hands slid to your waist, thumbs rubbing over the pudge of your stomach. You couldn’t stop the slight frown taking over your features at the thought, but you quickly gave him a little smile to deter him. Still, you didn’t want beating himself up over something you did.

“I’m better now that you’re here… I missed you…” You whispered, leaning down and placing your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat thrum. And it’s not like you lied, not really. You were happy he was here, you did miss him. You sighed, taking one of his big hands off your waist and intertwining it with yours, cradling it to your chest like he was a fragile boy you were trying to console. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, but it was unclear if that was because you wanted to make him feel better, or yourself.

He was quick to tighten the grip, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

He furrowed his brows at that though, noticing your dejected demeanor and that frown adorning your beautiful lips. Being as astute in body language as he was, it was only natural for him to notice the way you looked so… not you when he first walked into the room. He noticed it as soon as he laid eyes on you, but he figured you were just tired. It was late after all, almost midnight. His heart had bloomed at the thought of you staying up to wait for him, but vanished just as quickly once he disliked the idea of you staying up to wait for him, especially if you were tired.

He let go of your hand, albeit reluctantly, softly using it to tilt your head up to look at him instead. His concerned eyes met yours once you fluttered them open, and despite the situation he felt his heart leap at the sight. Yours did the same.

“I missed you more, gorgeous. Not a second goes by I don’t. Now, are you gonna tell me what’s got you all pouty? You know you can’t lie to me, honey…” He raised his brows in a gentle, but firm warning, holding your chin gently between his fingers so you couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. You frowned at that, realizing your joyful facade wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

You felt your resolve crumble at the way he looked at you, his eyes worriedly staring into yours, waiting for some sort of response that would hopefully ease his concern. You hated him looking at you like that, like he was the one that caused you harm.

You just gave him a smile, hoping it’d soften the blow of what you were about to say. You didn’t want him to think it was his fault, but you knew it didn’t matter what you wanted when it came to Lloyd Hansens protectiveness over you.

“I just…” You started, voice trailing off as your eyes drifted to the crème colored wall behind Lloyds head, his gaze too intense for you to look into. You didn’t want to make him mad, or worse, regretful. You sighed dejectedly, knowing he wouldn’t let this go. Lloyd couldn’t help but nudge your chin up some more at that, your reluctance making him even more nervous and concerned.

“Go on, you just what? You can tell me, honey…” He urged, eager to know what had ruined his pretty girls mood.

You looked back into his eyes, your arms tightening around his neck to comfort the both of you.

“I just… I wish you didn’t get so stressed out about things. I hate it when you yell…” You murmured, looking down at his chin again once you decided you couldn’t handle seeing the inevitable disappointment in his gaze, at himself and you. You, for eavesdropping on something you shouldn’t. You laid your cheek on his chest again, holding him tighter to make up for it.

Ah, there it is. Lloyd suddenly took note of the paused television, right in the middle of your favorite series. Remembering when he noticed your tense posture only trained eyes like his could pick up when he first walked in. Of course that’s what it was. God, he was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known better than to bring that shit to the house this late. He figured you’d be sleeping, but, fuck, he should’ve known better.

He clenched his jaw, eyes closing tensely, angry with himself for letting you hear him like that. His precious girl wasn’t supposed to see that side of him, and he’d always been so careful...

“Fuck, honey, you weren’t supposed to hear that… I am so sorry you heard that, sweetheart…” He wrapped himself around you, holding you as tight as he could, hoping to ease your stress. He gave you that sweet voice you loved, but you could hear the frustration in his tone, directed at himself. You smiled against him, bitterly almost because you knew he would only blame himself even though you were the one trying to hear something you weren’t supposed to. Still, you were relieved you didn’t get scolded.

You sank into him like water, molding into him, inhaling his scent.

“It’s not your fault… I was listening when I shouldn’t have… I just heard you yell and I got worried… I don’t like it when you’re mad…” You voice was muffled against the black cotton of his shirt, but he heard it anyway and it made his heart wrench. He tightened his hold on you, cradling you like a fragile baby bird. He was pissed at himself for letting you hear that. He’ll be sure to kill every last one of the men he dealt with tonight for bringing that bullshit to his home. A mistake like this will not get made again. He promised to keep you away from that side of his life, promised he’d keep you safe, that you’d never have to worry about a thing as long as he was with you. But yet, here you were on the verge of tears after being exposed to his lifestyle, even if it was just for a few minutes. That was why he kept you in the dark when it came to this sort of thing, you were too precious for his world.

He fucked up. And because of that, he’ll be all too eager to fire a bullet into those fuckheads brains tomorrow. After all, who were those men if not disposable?

“Shh shh shh, honey. I know you didn’t mean it… but daddy should’ve known better than to raise his voice loud enough for his baby to hear… It’s all right, my precious girl. You don’t needa worry that pretty little head of yours anymore… Daddy’s here now and he promises to never yell around you again… my sweet girl.” He laid a doting kiss into your hair, rocking you back and forth to hope soothe you. His heart ached at the thought of you worrying about him, scared because of him. He rocked you in his solid hold like a baby, cooing and whispering words of sugar into your ear to make you feel better.

And, like it always did, it managed to make your heart flutter and cheeks glow with a smile. Still, you were weary. You kissed his cheek, hating the furrowed brows that caused a worried wrinkle between his eyes.

“Thank you… just don’t leave again, tonight, please? I want you to stay with me…” You mumbled almost shyly, a bashful hue heating up your cheeks when Lloyd gave you a stunning smile, his hands sliding down from your waist to rub your hips. His rough palms scraped against the band of your panties.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine. Daddy missed you too much to leave again… I’m yours for the rest of the night.” He cooed, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead that had your lips stretching into a thankful smile. A smile he loved to see.

“Aww, there’s that pretty smile I love so much… Come on, show me that gorgeous smile of yours, honey…” Lloyd encouraged, teasingly, trying to make eye contact when you tried to hide your face again. His attempts at making you feel better were working, and despite the lingering annoyance at himself he couldn’t help but be grateful for your better mood, your laughter like sprinkles of sugar to his ears. You giggled when his hands came up and gently grabbed your wrists, holding them away from your face so he could look at you clearly.

And look at you he did. He looked at your beautiful eyes, your beautiful skin, your beautiful hair, your beautiful smile. Just beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. His perfect girl, his precious, his little ray of sunshine that lit up the dark cave he thrived in. Nothing was better than you, not even hearing the screams of a man getting his teeth ripped out could make him smile like you did. He was just so fucking lucky.

You pressed yourself into him, always getting sheepish at the way he looked you despite the two years of you being together. You never got used to it. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, his hands falling back down to your waist with a content smile on his lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay, now? I don’t want you stressed…” You murmured worriedly, frowning up at him as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Lloyd exhaled at the pleasurable sensation, a playful smirk twitching at the corner of his lips as he leaned down until his nose was just brushing yours. He pushed you down until you were laying flat on your back, his arms wrapped around your midsection and holding you to his chest. He was laid out on top of you, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You had absolutely no complaints.

“Awww, does my girl need some more reassurance?” He babbled into your ear in a playful tone, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, not caring if your hair tickled his cheeks.

You pouted, wanting a serious answer out of him so you could rest easy.

“Lloyd, I’m serious!” You whined, gripping his arms (which you noticed were much bigger than your dainty hands), trying to look at him, but he didn’t budge. His shoulders just shook in a low laugh, warm breath hitting your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. What’s my name, pretty?” He teased into your ear, his hand sliding out from under your back to rub the skin of your exposed thigh from the way the shirt had ridden up. You tried not to hyper fixate on the tingling sensation that followed in his fingertips, but suddenly found it hard to focus when his breath was hitting your collarbone and his warm hand was tracing the skin of your leg like he was petting precious velvet.

You swallowed, your leg tightening around his hip once his fingers teased higher.

“I’m sorry… daddy.” You mumbled apologetically, turning your head to look at him even though you couldn’t. Your chin rubbed his hair; you could feel the pull of his lips turning into a smile on your skin.

“There you go. Let’s not make that mistake again, okay pretty girl. Daddy doesn’t like slip ups.” He raised his head from your neck, his hand stopping its soothing motion as he brought his hand up and booped your nose. You giggled at that, making him smile as he brought his hand back down to your plushy thigh. He had a smile on his face, his cerulean eyes circling with a lustful look that was all too familiar to you. A look you saw just about every night before Lloyd Hansen would fuck your brains out.

“Now that that’s over with, I think Daddy has some apologizing to do, don’t you? After all, he got his pretty girl all worried… wouldn’t it only be fair for him to be the one to make it all better, too?” He had a thinly veiled look of amusement on his face, a knowing look glinting in his eye like a knife under a bright light as his hand crept the t-shirt over your stomach, sliding it up, up, up… until it was bunched below your breasts, your stomach completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

You subtly bunched the fabric of his shirt in your fists, breath stopping when his large hand pressed down on your stomach. You swallowed again, feeling completely at Lloyd Hansens mercy despite him not even doing anything yet. Your eyes flickered down to the amused, cocky smile pulling at lips, shiny from when his tongue flicked out and licked them.

He inhaled through his teeth, eyes narrowing down at you playfully. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand, knowing your own body and mind better than you did. He knew that with the right tone, the right smile, the right words, you’d be nothing but a mindless puddle for him. He loved being the only person that could bring out that lovey-dovey side of you so easily.

His other arm, still wrapped around your waist from when he hugged you, tightened around you so your back was arched, breasts more in his face just like he wanted. But, he’d have to get those another time.

“Ooh, my gorgeous girl. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. You just don’t know what you do to me…” He whispered, his head lowering down to your neck to place kisses along the skin there. You felt yourself blush at the praise, legs tightening around his waist as if suddenly remembering he was laid out on top you, his black slack covered pelvis perfectly lined up with yours. Your jaw clenched when he nibbled on your skin, knowing that it would leave a purple bruise in the morning Lloyd was going to love to tease you about.

You let out a barely audible sigh when Lloyd pulled the skin between his teeth, his mustache burning your neck the longer he nuzzled into it. You could feel yourself slip further into the hazy spell he trapped you in, hips barely lifting to rub against his, your eyes closed in bliss at the pleasurable sparks that shot through your neck that almost had your legs twitching.

Lloyd always loved how sensitive you were.

You could feel yourself growing more needy by the second, the whole reason why this was even happening slowly disappearing from your memory like grains of sand being helplessly drowned away by the ocean… your mind going muggy with the scent of Lloyd Hansen’s cool water cologne.

Once you were nearly a whining mess, hands gripping the back of his hair and legs tight around his waist, did he lean his head back to admire the pink marks lining your neck. Your eyes opened at the loss of his lips on you, cool air meeting your neck from where his mouth had been. You couldn’t help but pout.

“Mmm, I still think I have more apologizing to do, don’t you? I had my pretty girl all stressed out… all worried about little ol’ me…” He barley chuckled at the way you numbly nodded your head along with his words, expression already blissed out from him kissing you alone. He leaned down and gave you a much needed peck on the lips, one which had you craving for more.

His hand slid down your stomach, very slowly, your skin tingling in his path. Your hips wiggled against his, feeling his semi-hard cock poking the thin outside of your cotton pink panties. God, it was a gift how he could get you wet so easily.

“open your legs for daddy, honey. He’s feeling especially apologetic… go on, let daddy make you feel better… let him finger your little pussy until all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel… how I’m making you feel… come on, there ya’ go, pretty. ” He mumbled crudely, a smug smirk playing on his lips when he heard you let out a low whine at his vulgarity. His eyes were glued to your thighs, watching as you slowly spread them as wide as you could given the position, somehow still shy under that predatory look in his eyes and that arrogant smirk on his chiseled face.

You followed his instructions, legs open wide enough for his hand to fit through. He was still on top of you, but more on the side now so he could get a perfect view of your pussy. His hand had reached the top of your pelvis, slowing massaging the skin there in what you thought was a ploy to tease you further. He could be such an asshole sometimes, even when he was trying to apologize.

“Daddy…please just…” You whined, too shy to say what you wanted, but too needy to not say anything at all. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you pierced the fabric of his shirt, but knowing Lloyd he’d place it in a picture frame so he could look at it everyday. He loved it when things got messy.

Lloyd hummed out a small laugh at your neediness, but didn’t bother questioning you with that shit-eating grin like he usually would. He wanted to tease you some more, ask what it was you wanted despite knowing it, have you beg and cry for his cock like he does every other night. But tonight, he’d have to make an exception… and it was his own damn fault.

“Okay, pretty girl… just for tonight I’m gonna be nice and give you what you want… Daddy made a stupid mistake, and now he’s gonna make it all better, right, honey?” He asked rhetorically, looking up at your needy expression and hazy, doleful eyes that glittered with want. God, he loved your fucking eyes.

You let out a small hum that sounded more like a pathetic whimper, your hand sliding down his muscled bicep as he looked back down at where his hand was sitting comfortably just above where you needed him most. Your panties were still on, clinging to the patch of wetness Lloyd so easily brought out of you.

Lloyd crept his hand down, slowly over your panties, taking his third finger and rubbing your wet slit from the outside of your underwear. Tingles erupted over your body, your thighs almost closing when his finger nail glazed your clit through your folds.

“Mmm… just like that…” You whined breathlessly, bucking your hips accidentally at the sensitivity of your pussy. Your stomach churned pleasurably, nails digging into Lloyds strong arm and shoulder as your eyes closed from the erotic sensation tingling down your inner thighs.

“Just like that, pretty girl? Is daddy making you feel good, rubbing his finger on your little pussy… that’s right, honey, daddys sorry.” Lloyd cooed with a pouty expression, almost mocking you if you had seen it, as he looked back up and stared at the way your glossy lips parted, at the way your eyes closed tightly together and your eyebrows furrowed, in a state of complete euphoria already.

You swore his words sparked right through you as your skin buzzed gleefully in response. You let out a whimper at that, biting your lip to quiet yourself. His finger rubbed with more force now, the tip of it pushing past your soft folds, the wetness in your panties wetting his hand the more he pressed into you. You didn’t know what it was, but the friction of your panties combined with the constant rubbing of Lloyds finger had you keening, your back arching and sweet, breathy moans leaving your pink lips as your mind went foggy with pleasure, pleasure that only Lloyd could give you.

Lloyd loved seeing you like this, especially when he’s really done nothing to you to deserve such a response. But he knew how sensitive you were, how easily his touches affected you, how easily he could make you wet. Yeah, he loved your sensitive little pussy and the way he had you wrapped around his finger… little did you know he was more whipped than you.

He felt how hard he was in his slacks, but knew tonight wasn’t about him. He had fucked up and scared his precious baby girl, and he needed to make up for it.

Lloyd put his face in your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as his lips rose up to your ear. You instinctively leaned into his cheek, whining right into his ear as he pushed harder into your dripping folds, rubbing up against your puffy clit completely.

“You like that, pretty girl… my baby girl loves her daddy, doesn’t she? Daddy knows he fucked up, honey, daddy knows he scared his baby. Mmm, but this pussy knows how sorry I am, doesn’t she?” Lloyd snickered into your skin, mumbling right into your ear with any nasty thought he had as he looked back down at his hand, where it shined under the light from how wet it was.

You moaned loudly at his words, your pelvis thrashing as he rubbed your clit through your panties, your legs twitching and stuttered gasps escaping your throat. God, he wasn’t even actually touching you and you were ready to cum all over his hand already. It just felt so good, your toes were curled and your legs were almost thrashing, trying to escape the painful pleasure Lloyd was rubbing into your sopping clit.

Your arm was gripping his elbow, your body wanting to pull his hand away and give your clit some relief. But he was so much stronger than you, bigger than you, and you were nothing but a helpless body stuck underneath his hard chest, his left hand digging into your scalp to hold your head in his shoulder.

“O-oh god, daddy, please, please, please…” You rambled into his ear, all choked up as tears prickled your eyes and high pitched moans rang in his head. He was grinning to himself, almost laughing at the way you were begging him. Any other night he’d be teasing you relentlessly, and as much as he wanted to he knew he couldn’t, not tonight. Tonight he was going to help you cum with no arguments. His princess deserved that, after all.

“Awww, does my baby wanna cum? Well, go ahead, princess, I’m not stopping you. Daddy’s not done saying sorry quite yet…” Lloyd whispered with a simpering smile, solely rubbing your clit in hard circular motions, knowing just what you liked.

You moaned loudly, your thighs shutting around Lloyd’s hand, only trapping him inside your legs to apply even more pressure to your sensitive clit. Your panties were soaked through, his palm a watery mess the longer it rubbed against your slit.

“Come on, cum for daddy. Prove to your daddy he’s forgiven… that’s right princess, let it go…” Lloyd mumbled into your ear encouragingly, unable to take his hand out from between your wet thighs. He stared at the side of your face from where it was thrown back against the black sheets, giving small kisses to your cheek and neck as he felt your back arch into him and your thighs tighten around his hand.

“Ohh, daddy… fuck!” You cried as your pussy flowed with the result of your powerful orgasm, your legs shaking and your fingers clutching the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. Your skin was hot and blotchy as you breathed heavily, tears soaking into your heated cheeks as small moans fluttered from your dry lips in the aftershock of it all. Your chest ached, your pussy sore and throbbing as you felt wetness leak under your sticky thighs.

Your body slumped against the bed tiredly, completely wiped out and exhausted from having your pussy rubbed alone. Lloyd took his hand and slowly trailed it up your exposed stomach, leaving a shiny trail of your juices that glimmered under the light as his hand wrapped around your cheeks.

You whined at that, way too hot for him to be grabbing your face with his sticky hand and turning it towards his gloating expression. You needed at least five minutes to recover, but with Lloyd you should’ve known by now that he’d never be a second away from you to let you rest.

You looked into his blue eyes with your tired ones, your left hand coming up and weakly grabbing his wrist that held your face. You were too tired to try and take it off.

You moaned oh so softly as he brought his face down and kissed you, a slow, hot kiss that poured all of his apology into you, showing you he was sorry, he hated that you had to hear that, he hoped he made you feel better, that it would never happen again. You knew that, you didn’t blame him, you understood that was just his work. But you were so grateful he decided to show it.

When he separated from you, your top lip burning slightly from his mustache, you hummed and wrapped your leg around him, bringing him into your embrace so you could be as close as possible to him. Your pussy was still sore, your thighs still wet and sticky from your orgasm, but you needed him right now, loved feeling him against you as contentment flooded you.

You could tell he felt the same as his arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing your smaller frame into him and releasing a heavy sigh; you were his serenity.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. I’ll never bring that shit around you again, you hear me? Never.” He mumbled into your hair, squeezing you harder liked you’d disappear from him if he wasn’t holding onto you.

You smiled at that, exhaustion weighing down on you as the result of his very expressive apology.

“I know, daddy.” You murmured sweetly, already closing your eyes and sinking into him completely, not caring about the mess you made.

“Take a nap, sweetheart. You’re gonna need your rest. After all, daddy’s not done apologizing yet for making his baby worry so much, now is he?”

Oh god.

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