#needy!lloyd hansen
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Trash Stache
Summary: Lloyd’s Feelings got hurt, and now he’s needy
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
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Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.
"Ray of Sunshine?"
"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"
"I'm at your place."
"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.
You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him.
Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.
You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."
"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"
"I do not."
"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of.”
Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"
Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?”
"You like the way it felt."
"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."
"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"
"Not yet," you maneuver those barely there panties off, spreading your legs again. Winding your hand down your front, you use your fingers to spread your swollen lips. Letting Lloyd watch as your pussy clenches around nothing and he gives another whine.
Flattening out your hand, you cover your hole, and tsk at him, "No, I wanna see it!"
"Do you deserve to see it?"
"I'll get on my knees, use my mustache to stimulate your clit. Please? I'll be your good Boo Bear. I...I'll even let my cock just go soft and sad."
"So you're saying that you don't want to fuck me?" his head shakes back and forth quickly. Trying to make you believe that there is nothing that he wouldn't do just for a taste of your essence.
"Please, Sunshine. I'll do anything. I just want a tiny little taste. Please?"
You hook your finger, wiggling for him to come hither. Those tight khaki panted knees drop to the floor, and he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.
His eyes stay on your glistening folds, and he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Savoring your sweet tangy taste. Finally looking up at you, before fully diving in. That mustache creating the best extra stimulation for your bundle of nerves. The vibrations from his moans adding even more pleasure.
The man totally obsessed with your pussy. Because Lloyd hansen doesn't kneel down to any man, but you are no man. He gives your little bean a nibble, before his tongue slides down, and into your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you, while his nose takes care of your clit.
You want to cuss the man that dared call your favorite thing a trash stache, because the way that clit tickler makes you feel is heavenly. Moving your fingers through his hair, you push him closer to your greedy cunt. Lloyd doesn't care, this is the battle he would gladly die in.
Moving back out of your pussy be caters to his favorite toy, your clit, sucking on the swollen bud while he enters two fingers in your cunt. Your body writhes with his ministrations, and your whimpers sing up his praises, "Fuck you were made for this. That is my pussy stache," you watch as he needily starts thrusting air. His hips hunching over nothing as you race for your finish. "Right there Boo Bear! Fuck you're amazing. So fucking amazing. You gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to cum in that pretty little mouth."
With a desperate mewl, you cum onto his hungry mouth, but he doesn't stop. Your body trembling, as he fights for one more orgasm. Perfect rhythm and pace, because he studies you like his missions. Having to lay back on the table, when your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body tenses up, and loses all control.
Those fingers slam into your cunt but he pulls back, mouth wide open, and tongue flat. With a scream, you squirt into his starved mouth, and he laps up your juices. Drinking it down like the finest scotch. "Fuck, yeah," you pant. Staring down at that beautiful needy man. His lips shiny with your arousal, and he leans forward to give your sensitive skin kisses. Peppering them all over your thighs.
"How's that pretty cock, Lloyd?"
"Hard, and wanting you to milk it dry."
With shallow breath, you instruct him to pick you up, "Carry me to the bed baby. I know you've got to be so frustrated at that bad man. You want to take it out on me?"
"It hurts," he says with a wicked smirk.
"I know baby, why don't you show mama how angry you are at what that bad man said."
Dropping you to the bed, he rips off your remaining lace, stripping his own self, before he places your body, how he wants it; on your back, and legs spread wide, nearly drooling at the sight of your cunt.
He gives your drenched sex a few slaps with his angry cock, his precum and your slick creating thin lines of sticky arousal. Sliding his tip over your bundle of nerves until moving to the treasure below. Barely thrusting his tip in, before slamming his hips into you.
Crashing on you over and over again. Grunting at how stupid Court Gentry is, but one look at where the two of you connect, and he almost goes soft, "Don't you dare! You fuck me hard! I don't care if you break the fucking bed. Fuck me!"
Grabbing your headboard he stabs into you harshly. Getting off on just your pleasured face. Pictures and decorations shaking off the walls, and he fucks into you harder. You voice a mess of praises up at him, mixed with just screaming his name. Letting him know by the mess on the bed how good he is. Your juices soak your back, and you want him to fuck you harder.
Gripping his back, your nails dig into his skin. Seething and teeth bared, he ruts into you even harder. Your head and pussy getting the beating of a lifetime. When your walls flutter around him, you see that needy gaze in his eyes.
"Fuck, what do you need baby?"
Sticking his tongue out, he lays it flat. Lloyd always did have an oral fixation. Holding onto his cheek, you let him suck on your thumb, while his cock twitches. "Keep going, Boo Bear, I'm almost there baby," hips crashing on hips, he feels your walls clench down tight, as the best high of your life flows rapidly through your body. With a few more stuttered thrusts, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your walls, before that sweet man collapses on you.
"There's a sweet boy, you made me feel so good. But do you feel better?"
"Yes, but you promise it's not a trash stashe?"
"I promise, Punky. That thing is what makes you a god with your mouth, okay," he leans up, his eyes soft and glowing before giving you the softest and sweetest kiss. "Spend the night with me, baby, that way I can hold you all night long."
"You'll be the big spoon?"
"Of course, unless you want me to cockwarm you?"
He gives you a wicked grin, "Maybe later, just hold me."
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Friday night plans?
Nick returning to his apartment to find you (his captive) dancing around, drinking his most expensive booze straight from the bottle
going down on Steve while he's on the phone with Bucky
alternatively, playing with yourself while Steve's on the phone with Bucky
watching something crappy with Lloyd and judging any supposed "chemistry" on the screen and hot scenes
annoyed with Ari staying too long at the bar, you dress up and attempt a full on Ugly Coyote (attempt, because obviously he's gonna intervene)
#I mean all those options are great choices#and obviously Steve's gonna flip the camera on and show Bucky what a dirty needy girl you are#nick fowler x reader#steve rogers x reader#stucky x reader#ari levinson x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#nick fowler x you#steve rogers x you#stucky x you#ari levinson x you#lloyd hansen x you
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Will u make a sub! Lloyd Hansen smut ?! Just watched the gray man and Lloyd is so….bratty and mouthy. Love ur work and writing!!!
Oh, sweet, precious nonnie, of course I will 😈
Look at this precious little brat 💖
He's just absolutely aching for someone to put him in his place with a firm, loving hand and a kiss to the forehead.
He's a Daddy who is begging for a Mommy.
#lloyd hansen will be dommed if i have anything to do with it#look at him#that is what daddy looks like#but what's a daddy without a mommy? lost and needy. thats what he is.#sweet nonnie who had a question about lloyd
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a diamond's gotta shine.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | toys
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.
word count | 1,425
an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33
"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."
Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.
"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.
As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.
"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.
"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."
"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.
"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.
He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.
Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.
You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.
The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.
It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.
Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.
"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.
"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.
"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"
His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"
Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.
"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.
"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.
He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."
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TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - Lloyd Hansen
Summary: You reached the end of the rope.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader
Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)
A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories.
TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)
“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”
“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”
“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”
“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.
“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”
“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”
“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”
“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”
“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”
“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”
“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”
“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”
“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”
“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”
“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”
“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”
Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands.
“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”
You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car.
“You can’t just…what?”
“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”
“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”
You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you.
“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”
“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”
“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”
“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”
“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”
“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”
“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”
“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”
“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”
You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.
“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”
“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”
“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”
You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”
You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.
“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.
“He dared to call me to apologize!”
“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”
“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”
“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”
“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”
Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time.
“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”
“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.
“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”
“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you.
Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?
He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.
Something must be wrong with him…
“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”
“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”
“Special service?”
“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”
“Dance class?”
“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”
“I got my son here, Lloyd.”
“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”
“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”
“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”
While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”
Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”
“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”
“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles.
“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”
“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”
“Lloyd!”
“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”
“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.
“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.”
“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”
“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”
He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”
You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.
There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…
“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”
“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”
“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”
“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”
“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”
“You’re so…”
“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”
“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”
“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”
“His name is Y/S/N!”
“Debatable…”
Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.
Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too.
“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”
“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving.
“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”
You don’t have an answer for him.
“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck.
You whine at your own weakness.
He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”
Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness.
He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.
The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”
Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.
“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table.
“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”
You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.
You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.
He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.
“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”
A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.
“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. “I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”
“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”
“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly.
“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”
“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”
“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”
You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”
“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”
“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”
“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”
“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”
Part 3
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summary: lloyd comes back to find you fast asleep
pairing: lloyd hansen x reader
rating: explicit
warnings: SMUT (18+), somnophilia, tit play, cockwarming, sleepy time, daddy kink, soft dark!lloyd, pet!reader, rough handling, mentions of toture (but it's not detailed at all)
w/c: 2k
a/n: lowkey, based off of this and the fact that I need more tit-play in fics 😩 this might be a little ooc for lloyd, but i don't really careeeee
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Your face is exhaustedly smashed into the pillow, the plushness of your cheek squishing against your eye. Lloyd watches as your back rises with soft breaths, your body completely surrendering to a deep sleep.
Your tiny sleep shorts stick to your body like second skin, stretching nicely over your ass as your right leg is hooked over a pillow. He can see the shape of your soft cunt under the pink fabric, clinging to every dip and mound, for his eyes only.
Lloyd decided at the last minute to fly you overseas, sparing no expense, merely because he misses you. He wanted to come home to his sweet bunny instead of his temporary call girls, craving the one thing that only you can give him. Unconditional love.
A psychopath like him shouldn’t be so easily swayed by any type of emotion, much less the most trivial of them all: Love. But after an intense six-month mission, when you were plopped into his lap as a kind of “therapy pet,” he started to see the appeal of such emotions. Or at least, the appeal of receiving them.
At first, he resisted your affections, only asking for you when he wanted a warm cunt to bury himself in, or a punching bag for when he was feeling especially sadistic. Otherwise, you’d sit in your tiny room, doing pretty much anything to pass the time as he actively ignores your existence in the castle.
He assumed you’d be a temporary doll for him to play with before you’d attempt to escape, something to chase during his off time, but he never anticipated just how long you could hold out.
It annoyed him how pleasant you were, never complaining or whining, always staying out of sight until you were needed. It was like you were made for him. No matter how much he’d taunt, punish, and ignore you, you’d only respond to him with unwavering devotion, seemingly unaffected as your eyes continued to regard him with pure adoration whenever he was near.
Of course, at the end of the day, his ego didn’t mind the constant attention, so he decided to keep you around–at least, for a little bit– if only for the sake of his narcissism. Lloyd’s arm's length attitude started strong, but he was quickly humbled once he made the mistake of letting you in.
He refuses to admit it, but he has formed an attachment to you. He doesn’t understand why he’d want anyone around, much less a needy pet, but he finds himself craving your presence throughout the day, thinking of you as he performs his daily interrogations.
After a few weeks, it was quickly decided that you go wherever he goes, serving as his little therapy bunny, ready to be everything he needs.
All your energy was drained from the twelve-hour flight he had you on, only managing to get an hour of sleep the whole trip.
A breathy whine pushes through your throat as you shift on the bed, blinding grabbing at the blanket to pull it over your body. Lloyd lets out a frustrated sigh, having dragged them off of you just a few minutes early to get an eyeful of your body. He gently pushes you to lay on your back before pulling the duvet down once more.
He bites his lip when he sees how your nipples instantly start to pebble through your cropped shirt as his cool hands glide against your exposed stomach, absorbing your natural heat. Your body is always so responsive, even when your mind is unconscious.
Your tiny hands wrap over his wrist, instinctively pulling him closer as you’re slowly nudged awake. He ignores your grabby hands, brushing them off easily as he lifts your shirt, exposing your bare tits to the cool room. Your body arches ever so subtly at the feeling, an eager action that isn’t lost on Lloyd.
He drifts the pads of his fingers up your skin, trailing goosebumps as he ascends, eyes focused on your perky mounds. He watches you let out a soft whimper as he circles a bud, unconsciously lifting into his touch as pleasure tingles up your spine. He goes further, flicking and pinching at your sensitive nipples, drinking in every involuntary gasp and groan you let out.
One particularly harsh pinch causes you to flinch and open your sleepy eyes. Lloyd watches you blink slowly, eyes bleary as they try to focus on what’s in front of them. “Hm?” You hum drowsily, voice raspy from sleep.
He splays his palm over your chest, softly squeezing you in his hand as he greets you. “Hi, bunny. Miss me?”
“Daddy…”
He coos, eyes boring into yours as his hand absentmindedly gropes at your other tit. “That’s right princess. You have a good flight?”
“Mhm.” You nod adorably slow, chest heaving with excited breaths. His movements start to slow, his hand now petting short comforting strokes against your skin. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he takes in the dreamy look in your eyes, still fogged over from your nap.
His actions stop altogether as he considers your reclined form under him. “You tired?” You shake your head adamantly, pushing yourself up to show your attentiveness. Your eyes suddenly brighten with energy.
“N-no. I’m up.” Your avid actions are met with a warm chuckle and a hand that shoves at your chest to push you back against the mattress.
“Relax bub, we don’t gotta do anything tonight. I just finished a mission and you had a long flight.” A small disappointed pout pulls at your lips as you grip a pillow on your lap. Lloyd raises an eyebrow, not one to accept bratty behavior, no matter how soft he’s become for you. “Hey, none of that. Scoot over bunny, let me in.”
You barely push yourself to the center of the bed, preferring to be right against his body when you sleep.
You patiently lay on your side as you watch Lloyd undress, pulling off a ridiculously expensive patterned shirt before throwing it carelessly to the ground, happy to be out of the constricting fabric.
You squeeze your thighs together as you drink in his exposed torso: perfectly chiseled and speckled with enticing scars. You remember the nights you trace each blemish, touch featherlight so as to not wake him up. You never ask how he gets them, purely content with the privilege of being able to touch him.
The shirt is followed by his white slacks and loafers, joining the discarded fabric in a pile for someone to clean up tomorrow.
He pushes the ungodly amount of pillows you were sleeping with on the floor before slipping in, shivering as his body acclimates to the residual heat you left on his side. He shifts around the bed before propping himself onto his right side, facing his body toward yours.
“Turn around.” Lloyd calmly murmurs regarding your closeness, eyes half-lidded either from exhaustion or desire. You flip over obediently, staring at the gray wall in anticipation as you wait for his next instruction.
He doesn’t speak as reaches over you, letting out a relaxed sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist. As Lloyd pulls you closer to nestle his hips against yours, you can feel the warmth of his hard cock insistently push against your ass through your shorts. You let out a soft groan, arching your back to press yourself more firmly against him.
His face rests above your shoulder as he holds you, lips brushing gently at the edge of your ear. “Daddy just wants a hug, sweetheart. You think you could give me one?” You melt as he addresses you with a soft voice, still unused to the lighter side of Lloyd. You wrap your arms over his, giving him an affectionate squeeze.
“Of course-” Your sentence stutters to a stop as he suddenly starts to tug at your shorts, fingers hooking at the waistband before pulling them down your thighs. You try to turn toward him, confused by his sudden actions, but his hold keeps you still and defenseless against his hands.
“Wait, wh-” He promptly muffles your confusion with a hand over your lips as he pushes at the fabric until it’s around your knees, effectively binding your legs together. His hand drops from your face as he reaches down to pull himself out of his boxers, already hard and throbbing for your cunt. “Dadd-”
“Just a little taste, bunny.” He rubs the tip of his cock through your sopping folds, effectively coating himself in your slick as lewd sounds hungrily escape between your bodies. You feel him experimentally push the head in before backing out, teasing your hungry cunt as you try to suck him back in. “Mm, look at this greedy pussy, all wet, just begging for my fat cock.”
“Please, daddy, I can take it!” He pushes in slowly, softly shushing your whimpers as you struggle to stretch around him, your legs still forcefully bound together, making you tighter than ever.
“F-fuck.” He lets out a groan as he bottoms out, forehead pushing against your shoulder as he struggles to hold his hips back from fucking into you. Just a taste, he reminded himself. He can go a night without a fucking you into the mattress.
Your body feels restless as his cock deliciously throbs inside you, prodding right against your cervix. You’re ravenous for his usual mouthwatering harshness, anticipating a hard fuck that’ll put you to your sleep. But it never comes.
You let out a pathetic whine when he continues to remain completely still behind you, refusing to rut into you like he usually does. You try to squirm against his arms in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, hips wiggling in pure desperation for any type of relief. A short drag of his cock inside your cunt causes you to squeeze around him, instant shivers running up your spine.
Before you can get too far, Lloyd tightens his hold on your body, tsking lowly as you try to resist him. “I already told you, bunny, we aren’t doing anything tonight.” He positions his body so he can effectively mold himself along your back, “You’re just gonna keep me warm tonight, okay?” You secretly wear a pout as you solemnly nod, unhappily listening as his breaths begin to calm down and steady behind you.
A handful of minutes go by and he falls asleep, unbothered by your frustrated form as he relaxes against you, contently stuffed in your warmth. Unfortunately, his calm silence doesn’t help you one bit. You’re so frustrated that you can probably cum from simply clenching around him.
Your sensitive clit pulses as you lean back into his touch still worked up from the tit massage he gave you earlier. Couldn’t he have gotten you off before sleeping?
You hold a breath as you experimentally tighten around him, waiting for a scolding voice or movement to stop you, but nothing happens.
You close your eyes as you clench again, finally relaxed enough to take in how full you feel. Your cunt flutters in excitement as you mold around his thickness, each squeeze pushing you toward the edge.
Unbeknownst to you, Lloyd feels everything. He has to hold back a groan as wakes up to you pulsing around him, slick smearing over his lower stomach.
You gasp as he suddenly thrusts harshly against your cervix, still thinking he was asleep behind you.
His fingers painfully dig into your skin as he growls, “Stop fucking around.” He holds himself deep inside of you, ignoring your whimpers at the pressure. “Go to sleep, or I’m leaving.” You give up, eyes wet from losing your orgasm.
You squeeze your eyes shut to force yourself to sleep, desperately trying to block out the sensation of being filled.
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“You mad at me, Princess?” Lloyd coos.
You scowl, turning your head away as he tries to kiss your neck. He reaches for your hand, but you yank it out and flip to the other side of the bed before he gets the chance.
“Oh, so you’re really mad at me tonight.”
He sighs, pushing aside the covers and moving closer to you. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it softly in hopes of you breaking your silence.
“Just let me help you.” His tone is gentle, understanding that getting upset wouldn’t make your little attitude disappear.
“Just leave me alone,” you mutter.
“Baby…you can talk to me. I know—"
His presence and proximity begin to overwhelm you, and quickly you find yourself verbally lashing out. “I said. Leave. Me. Alone.”
His movements stop and quickly you feel a dip in the bed as he slides his sweatpants back on and exits the room without another word. Your heart drops but your pride keeps you in place, huffing as the bedroom door shuts, leaving you alone with his lingering scent.
Tears spring from your eyes as you try your best to push the thoughts away.
He doesn’t actually want you. He’s gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time. He’ll find someone prettier, less needy. For fucks sake he’s Lloyd Hansen, why would he settle down with you of all people?
You constantly battled with insecurity, anxious that the love you have for others would never truly be reciprocated.
Lloyd would do anything for you, yet you’re laying here, scared that one day he’d get up and leave and never return.
And it only worsened when he was away for work, just you alone in this big house, painting and waiting like Rapunzel trapped in her tower.
As time passed you grew frantic. You latched onto his pillow, inhaling his scent until you grew dizzy.
A soft knock sounds on the door and unknowingly you release a heavy sigh of relief. He came back.
“Princess? I got you something.”
The door swings open, revealing a tin of your favorite cookies from the bakery near town, held tightly within his hands.
“They didn’t have milk chocolate so I got fudge. I hope that’s o—"
His face drops once he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re hiccuping, sniffling into your shirtsleeve with pure guilt. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Lloyd drops the cookies onto the dresser, racing to your side. “I hate seeing you like this, Princess. Just tell me what’s wrong and I swear I’ll do everything in my power to mend it.”
You hiccup. “It’s hard.”
“What’s hard, baby?”
“Being without you for so long. Waiting. I— I can’t stop thinking the worst. What if this isn’t the life you want? What if I’m not the life you want?”
He frowns, his eyebrows furrowed because Lloyd can’t possibly imagine a life where you weren’t his sweet girl. His Princess. “I’ll always want you,” he assures.
Lloyd presses his forehead against yours. His steady breath tickles your nose, his lips parted to speak. “Being away from you is the hardest part of my job. I’ll be bruised and bloody, a gun aimed at someone’s forehead and yet, the only thing on my mind is you. Always just wanna get home to you.”
You sob into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck as you release a floodgate of emotions.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I know I’m being stupid. I know you love me. It’s just…sometimes I get scared.”
“Hey, shh. It’s okay, pretty girl. I know it gets hard for you. Don’t ever feel guilty for feeling emotions. Just talk to me next time and we can work through it together. Okay?”
You nod, your eyes glazed and wide as you finally look at his piercing gaze. “Okay.”
Lloyd grins as he pushes himself off the ground, pressing his soft lips against yours. You groan as he grows rougher, his body joining you beneath the tangled mess of sheets.
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¹⁵.⍭ 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover—Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader)
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | bunny hybrid!reader, owner!Ari, Mob AU (loosely implied), dom/sub undertones, DD/LG undertones. boss!Ari, mean daddy!Ari and daddy’s mean friends!Andy, Steve & Lloyd. AGE GAP, power imbalance, size difference, breeding programs (for hybrids). SMUT - minors DNI, boot riding, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, finger sucking/gagging, dacryphilia, size kink, fingering (f, v & a), spit kink, bulge suckling (over pants?), p*ssy slapping, balls sucking, oral (m), squirting, overstimulation.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. Written for Kinktober 2022, loosely based on this ask.
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𝗔/𝗡 | *reposted bc it was causing me problems.* consider this my crossover fic for kinktober if my other one doesn’t come in time. aside from the mafia, ari and his friends work in the breeding industry too. dear anon, i'm so sorry i basically changed your whole request !! ari owns me !! Title from Put Me in a Movie by Lana Del Rey. No gifs/photos belong to me, check the Pinterest board on my kinktober masterlist, all credits go to the original creators. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
There are a lot of things that Ari is thankful for. From his respected family name, his close friends, and the luck or diligence that has gotten him this far. Given the number of bullets he’s dodged growing up, it’s a wonder he ever got to the top in the end. But right now, he’s most grateful for you, his little pet, on your knees and drooling all over his knee. He loved when you were a pathetic mess.
Another whimper slips out from your lips, drawing all eyes to you once more.
“Bunny, what did I say?”
You quickly wipe the spit from your face and strain to meet his eyes, your hips stutter when he raises his foot as you grind down, torturing your soppy folds with a single motion.
“To b-be quiet…” You clutch at his pants, dropping your head in submission. “Sorry, daddy.”
Ari’s gaze softens. He reaches out and pets your head, lightly brushing the soft fur of your ears, making you purr. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re just a dumb little bunny. You’re lucky daddy’s friends are so patient with all of your interruptions—” He slips his digits into your mouth and forcefully turns your head, “—you should apologize to them.”
Your gaze falls on the man next to him and those thick thighs straining against his wool slacks. “I-I’m so-wwy…” Your eyes drift over each of them, shivers crawling down your spine at their intimidating stares. “I—” Ari jams his fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag and saliva drip down your chin. “So-ugh-rry! I’m sorry for interruptin’!”
“I don’t know if I forgive you, pet.” Mr. Hansen tsks from the other couch, “why don’t you show me if all of that wasted time is worth it?”
His words would’ve gone ignored if Ari didn’t choke you on his fingers again, pulling you out of that dizzy headspace. You suckle on his digits and heave, tears well in your eyes as your panties get slicker. Rocking faster and harder, you chase that euphoria that makes your clit tingle. Pitiful whimpers escape your full mouth, you don’t want to stop, it feels too good.
Ari’s fingers withdraw from your mouth with a lewd pop, “C’mon, we don’t have all day.” He points up his foot, making you cry out.
You quickly raise your hips and bend over, nuzzling your owner’s crotch while the other men leer at the shiny leather and soaked fabric covering your mound. Just spotting the sticky outline of your swollen folds and your needy button begging for relief.
“We can’t see anything with your wet panties in the way, dummy.” Mr. Rogers chuckles, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Take ‘em off.”
With a final nod from Ari, you slip off your underwear. The rush of cold draws a gasp from your throat, and your hot, weepy centre is not only victim to the cool air, but the eager eyes of your owner’s friends. Cream coats your pussy and your hole clenches around nothing, your puffy clit showing just how much you’ve been teased. After all, you have been riding Ari’s boot since the ‘meeting’ started.
Your knees are sore but you don’t care, you wanted any piece of Ari he would offer. Aching for him and his warmth, you whine and feebly attempt to get closer from your position between his spread thighs. Your cheek presses against his stiff bulge and your mouth waters for his heavy weight on your tongue—but you’ve been a bad, interruptive bunny, you don’t deserve playtime with daddy.
“Poor baby, why are you crying?” Mr. Barber asks, dark eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Want—I want daddy’s cock,” your bottom lip trembles, “wanna suck his dick and taste his cum.”
A switch flips and Mr. Barber smirks, all of the worry replaced with sick glee. “Are you sure you just want his cock? I’ve heard you love having his sack on your face and sometimes you just suck on his balls.” His words only make you cry harder out of pure want. You nod helplessly, making all of the men chuckle. “Sweet bunny wants daddy’s milk so bad, you’ll just—what did you call it, Ari?”
“Nurse on my balls,” Ari answers smugly, rubbing your head. “She’ll just wait until I’m close and shove my cock down her throat. I’m surprised she has room in her tummy at all—pretty thing always wants to taste my cum.”
“What a slutty cum-bunny.” Mr. Hansen’s eyes are still locked on your drippy cunt. “She has cum for brains, I bet.”
“Curtis and Bucky are gonna be pissed when they hear about what they missed.” Mr. Rogers snorts, “they both have a thing for little cum dummies.”
“Well then, maybe next time they should keep their word.” Ari rubs that special spot behind your furry ear, making your eyes glaze over and your jaw go slack. They could almost see every thought leave your head. “Right, pet? Aren't Curtis and Bucky just so mean to forget about you?”
You nod in a daze, staring up at him with so much love and trust that he almost devours you right there. “So m-mean, daddy…”
You don’t notice that the other men have moved closer, Steve and Lloyd looming behind you while Andy inches closer. His fingers trace to your other sweet spot behind your other ear and you nearly forget to breathe. Their gentle touch could soothe you to sleep like a lullaby and also make you immensely needier from the sensitivity. You know it’s more of the latter considering the heat fluttering in your stomach.
“Sweet, submissive girls like you shouldn’t ever be pushed aside. You deserve the spotlight.” Mr. Barber coos gently, “Don’t you agree, fellas?”
“She’s meant to be a star.” Lloyd crouches down behind you, slowly slicing your nightie with his knife, the silk falling to the floor and exposing more of your glowy skin. He leans close, inhaling your sweet, heady scent. “You wanna be a star, bunny?”
Again, you nod. “Yes, pl-please.” You say politely, jumping when Steve’s hand lands on your ankle, prompting you to spread your legs wider.
“I think you need to ask your daddy, dummy.” The blond tuts.
You lean forward, arching your back just like your daddy taught you—your owner liked it and his friends did too. A broken whine flows from your lips when someone brushes your puffy tail at the same time one long finger pierces your tight cunt, sliding knuckle deep and teasingly brushing your spot.
You turn just in time to watch Lloyd spit, his saliva runs down your puckered hole to your cunt, joining your creaminess. You moan and bite your lip, wiggling your bum in a silent plea. The brunet smirks knowingly and spits twice more, this time, getting close enough for it to harshly splatter on your rosebud and sticky pussy.
“Dirty bunny, you’re such a good little set of holes.” He praises, pulling out his finger to trail up and down your slit, smearing your wetness. “Been too fuckin’ long since I’ve had a taste.”
Your head snaps up, “Can Mr. Hansen taste me, daddy?”
Ari makes a thoughtful hum, “You want him to lick your pussy?”
“And o-other things…” You exhale shakily when Lloyd’s fingers return to your hungry hole, penetrating and easily building a slow and steady pace, “I want him to, uhm, suck on my thingy…”
“On your what?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “my bunny button.” You were his plaything, his obedient pet, but you could never get used to saying nasty things. “I want—can Mr. Hansen suck on m-my bunny button, daddy?” You give him your best pout and even tuck your hands under your chin, “can he?” Your white ears fall slack against your cheeks, framing your face.
He always said that if you were a real bunny, your ears would drag on the floor and you’d trip on them.
Ari stares down at you, his head cocked to the side and his long brown hair brushing his cheekbones. “No. You didn’t say please.”
Your ears perk up in distress, “But—” Your voice breaks into a squeal when Steve grips your tail firmly.
“Better watch your next words, bunny.”
“I-I wasn’t gonna say something bad…” You shrink under all of their hard gazes, trapped under the shady blue. “Never say anythin’ bad to daddy… I promise, just ask him. Right, daddy? I don’t say anythin’ bad?”
Ari squints playfully, “but were you thinking of saying something bad?”
“No! Always thinkin’ nothing!”
The men laugh at your cluelessness.
Steve loosens his grip and threads his fingers through the soft fur of your tail, “You’re so soft, bunny. Your daddy takes such good care of you, keeping you all clean, healthy and pretty. You know how many other bunnies would be jealous that they don’t have a good daddy like you do?”
You don’t want to think of that. Regardless if he meant it, your mind instantly went to other bunnies taking your daddy. You’d never let that happen! You despised being away from him for more than a day and couldn’t handle losing him to someone else.
You hated thinking about it, but your short time in the breeding program was the loneliest you’ve ever felt. The silent darkness would eat you up, only to spit you out when your next appointment came. Thankfully, you were never bred because Ari saved you before that, but you heard horror stories about the sessions from his friends.
Those tales are lived nightmares for some, where your kind is reduced to nothing but a hole, fucked and tossed aside until a more fertile subject came along.
Hybrid numbers have been declining for decades, and in turn, the breeding industry has been steadily growing until recent years when the business started booming. Your kind was bought and sold, traded around until landing in the breeding program put in place to fix the diminishing numbers.
That’s where you were before Ari found you, unowned and desperate for any sort of connection. That’s why you latched onto him so tightly, clung to him like he was your lifetime—because that’s what he was. You never had an owner before him, so you didn’t know what was expected of you. Ari, as patient as can be, taught you everything you know and continues to give you lessons every day.
You’ve only made it this far because of him. Of course, you wanted to save the other hybrids, but you refused to give up your daddy.
Craving that sugary-sweet intimacy, you start pawing at his crotch but fail to unbuckle his belt. “Your cock please, daddy.”
“I think Steve asked you a question.”
Frustrated and upset, you faceplant on his dick dramatically, you wanted to at least mouth at his bulge, but he didn't give you permission yet. You weren’t a naughty bunny, but you didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to speak, you just wanted to feel close to Ari and have him in your mouth. “Ugh! Don’t know! L-Lots?!”
“All of them.” Another finger slips in alongside Lloyd’s and both slowly stretch out your hole, prying you open. “All those whores in the breeding industry wish they could be you. Getting coddled, loved on, and given everything you could ever ask for…”
“Your daddy saved you from there, bunny.” Andy finishes with a pointed look, “You better be grateful or else he’s sending you back.”
Ari wouldn’t ever do that, but he doesn’t correct his friend. He wants to see those fat tears pour from your eyes.
“No, daddy! Don’t send me back!” As if on cue, you start crying again. Not only from the fear of going back to that terrible industry and losing your daddy but the four fingers stuffed into your pussy and working you open thoroughly. They hit deep and in sync, splitting you wide as more spit splatters on your core. Your stomach tightens as a mixture of their saliva and your slick dribbles onto the floor.
Daddy was gonna make you clean that up later, you just knew it.
“Where are your manners?” A palm collides with your ass and the pain sizzles up your spine to your foggy head, shoving you deep under.
You struggle to meet your owner’s gaze with most of your upper body weight on his lap, and if you could, you’d crawl into his warmth. Even now, your body has a mind of its own and thrusts against the two hands behind you, “Please, daddy, don’t send me back… I love you.”
The three other men snicker about how cute you are.
You can’t hear them very well over the rush of blood flowing through your head. You squeak when a finger circles your rosebud, and doesn’t waste any time in sliding to the hilt. Your bones turn to sludge and your face lands on Ari’s hard cock again.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he smiles, “And, I love you, bunny.” He pets you before securing a hand on the back of your head, shifting his hips until his dick rubs against your lips. Your mouth opens automatically and you suckle at his bulge, tongue gliding over the denim.
“Look at that, bunny still wants daddy’s milk,” Andy murmurs, wiping your tears before sucking them off his fingers, groaning lowly at the bitter taste.
“She’s gonna get a lot of milk today,” Ari growls.
With your eyes shut in bliss, you fuck yourself on Lloyd and Steve’s fingers, muffled ah, ah, ah’s pouring out into the hot air, harmonizing with the sopping wet sounds. Their fingers are so big and thick, and even though they aren’t your daddy’s, they’re good in a different way. Good enough to make your thighs quiver as they speed up.
“Little bunny is going dumb.” Lloyd mocks, increasing his pace as your juices run down his arm, “Steve, fit two more.”
You see the light for a millisecond as all touches abandon both of your holes. The air fills your lungs with a deep inhale before you’re plunged into the depths again. Lloyd has replaced Steve’s two fingers in your cunt, filling you up with four of his, immediately hooking inside you to hit that rough patch. He pumps into you, feeling awfully tempted to slip his thumb in and give you something to really cry about—none of this you didn’t say please bullshit.
A warmth brushes your face before the familiar musk seeps into your head. Your eyes shoot open and you latch onto Ari’s sack, nuzzling your nose into his pubic hair to take one of his balls in your mouth. Low purrs ripple from your throat, sending vibrations through his body.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He jerks his leaky cock, breathing heavily. “Good bunny, such a good little pet for daddy. Finally getting what you want. Thank me for all the fuckin’ cum I’ve given you.”
Andy is unable to look away from your full mouth struggling to both of Ari’s balls, you’re trying so hard but you’re so small and dumb, nearly choking yourself. Your saliva smears down your chin, following in the trails of your previous tears, making you look like the perfect slutty pet.
“Look at you, nursing on daddy’s sack.” Ari grunts, tapping your temple until your eyes flutter open. “Stupid baby loves having all of her holes filled, she’ll just cry if she doesn’t get daddy’s milk.”
You nod dumbly, blinking up at him through watery eyes, still messily suckling his sack. You sneak a few licks up his length, tracing those prominent veins with your tongue.
Ari gathers the droplets from your face and brings them to his mouth again, “Fuckin’ cumdump crybaby, keep those tears coming, you know how much we love the taste.”
You hope you’re giving them all that they want— your tight holes, your salty tears, and giving your daddy his special thank you. You don’t realize you’re close until someone tugs on your tail, prompting a rush of slick to flow down your thighs and the elastic in your tummy to tighten.
Steve’s fingers prod at your puckered hole before penetrating, he works you up to it. Starting with one that’s soaked with your arousal and his saliva before adding the next and spitting some more, then repeating until he has four fingers in your tightest hole.
Too much, you try to say but your mouth is occupied.
“I know you can take four, dumb bunny. You’ve had two cock’s up here before.” His Brooklyn accent rings in your head, along with your daddy’s deep groans.
You fall further forward, trying to escape the eight fingers spearing you open.
Ari grabs both of your ears and pulls you off his balls. A string of saliva connects your lips to his wet skin. “Why are you being bad, sweetie?”
You struggle to speak with swollen lips and a sore jaw. “N-Not, daddy!”
“Now you’re being a liar too?”
You sniffle, hiccuping a quiet sob. “It was just—too much, daddy…”
Beside Ari, Andy rubs over the tent in his slacks, hungrily eating up your sad little face. “Sounds like you really want to go back to the breeding program. Is that what you want? Because I’ll have my friends take you back there tonight, you won’t even get a final sleep in your princess bed or your pretty cage.”
“No, no, please.” You beg, pressing your face into Ari’s thigh. “Don’t wanna go back ever, daddy.”
He pets you gently, calming you down and moving your face back to his crotch. “Better make it up to those nice men behind you then, bunny.”
Now a sniffling mess, completely caught between the pleasure of their dexterous fingers and the nervousness filling your heart, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please, forgive me—” Your tail is tugged and you’re forcefully pulled back onto their rough hands. You mewl, arching your back before you latch onto Ari’s sack again.
From this angle, the two men look enormous. Their wide shoulders squared, and the light fanning around their heads like a halo. They’re all you can see, your daddy is all you can taste, and Steve and Lloyd are all you can feel.
You don’t know how long they play with you, all you know is that Steve and Lloyd have successfully covered you in their spit, stretched you open, tortured your clit and spanked your ass raw. One after the other, their palms strike your behind, turning you into a stupid, blubbering mess.
Ari has alternated between pulling your sensitive ears and squeezing them. Right now, your furry ears are held back by his hand so he could watch you slobber all over his heavy sack. “You gonna come, bunny? Show daddy’s friends how messy you can be, how much you fuckin’ love being used like a little fleshlight.”
Your gaze falls onto Andy, and more importantly, his unbuttoned shirt and massive length dwarfing your hand. Your fingers can’t meet around him entirely, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking into your fist. He controls your pace too, guiding your hand with his larger ones, making you squeeze his base and rub over the drippy tip.
“Cocksleeve, cumrag, cumdump, fleshlight—wish there was something we could call you for loving balls so much.”
“Sackslut.” Lloyd chuckles cruelly, “ballsbitch.”
“Ain’t that cute? Are you gonna thank Lloyd for giving you such pretty names, bunny?” Ari asks.
You would if you could but you were so all over the place, stretched out between four dominant men until you were a thin sheet of silk, floating in the wind and going wherever the breeze took you.
This particular breeze brought you to garbled moans and unstoppable tears.
Ari and Andy’s dark eyes lock on your face contorted in helplessness, their jaws clenched tight under their thick beards.
Just barely, you recall when they passed you around like a doll, making you ride their faces one after the other, rubbing your poor folds raw with their facial hair. You couldn’t walk for days after that, Ari had to carry you around like a real pet and bring you to all his meetings. Oh, and you had to look at all of his business partners that day, knowing well enough that five of them—counting Mr. Everett and Mr. Barnes—would be staying back because of Mr. Levinson’s famous hospitality.
They were as big and bad as your daddy, and just like him, they could be mean and cold-hearted but also sweet-talkers who gave the best kisses and cuddles, always bringing you gifts and turning your world into an array of colours and tingles.
Ari was everything you could have wished for, and his friends only multiplied that.
You’ve never had an owner or a daddy, and now it feels like you have six.
All it takes is Ari roughly tugging your ears when Steve pulls your tail for the wave to crash over. You cry out obscenely as blinding white erupts in your mind. Ari and Andy hiss when your nails pierce their thighs, locking them close as tremors rock through you.
Your juices spurt out, coating Lloyd’s hand and adding to the pathetic mess below. Your cunt convulses, forcing his fingers out as Steve becomes relentless, hungry for those little twitches and gasps you do whenever it gets too much. Right now, he wants it to be too much.
“Keep sucking on daddy’s balls, bunny.”
Pre cum smears on your face as you nuzzle deeper, suckling on his sack greedily through irregular breaths and sobs. Your knees are numb from the position and when Steve finally yields, you collapse forward.
“M-Milk, daddy.”
“Not yet, baby.” Ari hisses, his arm veins tense as he fists his base, fighting off his high but you’re greedy. You sloppily kiss up the underside of his length, just reaching the bulbous tip before he shoves you away. “I said not yet. You’re lucky if you even get a drop after that.”
“But I want you, daddy.” You weep, gnawing at his pant-clad thigh, your spit soaks the fabric. “Please, want you so bad—need you.”
Despite your pleas, he halfheartedly tucks himself away. Your bottom lip trembles when his throbbing flesh is back in his pants, the bulge still proudly prominent but you can’t see him, taste him. Andy follows suit and soon, you’re the only one still exposed. Sweaty, aching and ruined, knelt between the four of them like vulnerable prey.
Ari pets your spot. “I know you do, but remember what we were talking about before?”
Disoriented, you shake your head. Your orgasm still prickles at your skin, low vibrations flowing through your system as it dies down. You're about to ask him to clarify when a harsh spank lands on your clit. The burn is soothed by two, rough fingers. They circle your nub harshly, making you weakly squirt again.
“Poor bunny button—so swollen, huh? I bet it hurts if I just—” Steve is cut off by your whimper as he pinches your clit. Meanly rolling the nub between his fingers, bullying your most sensitive spot.
“Steve, she can’t think if you’re doing that.” Ari chastises.
“She doesn’t think anyway.” Lloyd rubs up your back, feeling the heat of your flesh. “She’s just a dumb and ditzy baby.”
Steve begrudgingly obeys. He just loved your bunny button—playing with it, sucking it, he loved watching it get swollen and responsive. He has yet to convince Ari to try out other methods of stimulating your tasty nub, but he refuses to give up.
After giving you a final pinch, he pulls away and licks his fingers, unable to resist your taste. “Remember last time, pet? Just you, your daddy and me.”
“She wanted you instead of me.” Ari scowls bitterly, “you like him more than me?”
“No, daddy! I just—” It was Ari’s beard. He had ruined you the previous night, eating you for dessert in the car back home and for breakfast the next morning. You couldn’t handle that coarse treatment thrice in a row.
Steve pinches your button again. “She thought she took the easy way out.”
Out of all of your daddy’s friends, Steve was always clean-shaven, so he was less brutal on your cunt, but he loved to torture you. Overstimulation was his favourite thing and he’d draw orgasm after orgasm out of you, making you fall into a heap of sweat, spit, and cum. And while you’re half-conscious, he’d torment your clit until you fully woke up again.
Lloyd crawls next to you, cupping your face with the same hand that was knuckle-deep inside you. “Ask your daddy to make you a star.”
Another slap on your cunt has you falling forward and tears springing from your eyes. Your cheek lands on Ari’s thigh and his muscles flex under his slacks. You’re so close to his cock, a few inches more and you could suck him through his pants.
“God, what are these fuckin’ ears for.” Lloyd huffs, “did you hear me? I said to ask daddy to make you a star.”
You gulp nervously, “Can I, uh, please be a star, daddy?”
“How could I deny you when you ask so nicely…” He trails off, his voice leading the way for the rest of your senses to slowly flood back in.
They come in pieces, from the sunlight pouring in through the sheer blinds, to the feel of the velvet couch before you, and to the smell of sweat and sex in the air.
“To make you a star, we’ll have to make a movie, bunny.” Ari tilts your head up with his knuckle, “You wanna make a movie with daddy and his friends?”
Making a movie? Like the ones you’ve seen on television with the explosions, convoluted storylines and ambiguous endings? You couldn’t imagine yourself in one of those.
“What kind of movie?”
“Oh, just a special one. It’ll show how close we all are, and how much we love you.” Ari explains loosely in a low tone, “how much you love us… how much you love what we do to you.”
Without much thought, you agree. “Okay, daddy, we can make a movie.”
All of their faces break out in matching grins, brighter than the sun and stars combined but with endless sin lingering behind.
Ari raises his hand and the tall, glass french doors open, and two men enter. One is younger with frosted tips and circular glasses. The other has long hair that brushes his swaying shoulders and a sick twinkle in his eyes.
You wonder how long they've been waiting, or if they saw what just happened, but your short attention span brings you to the strange things they’re carrying in.
It’s a bunch of equipment you’ve never seen before, from cameras to lights and a discrete black box.
“That’s Jensen and Mr. Pronge. Daddy picked them just for you, they’re the best in the business and they’re gonna help us make you a star.” Ari pets your special spot again, making your head fall slack on his thigh, inches from his clothed throbbing length. “Because my bunny is so perfect that the whole fuckin’ world deserves to know it.”
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my kinktober should’ve just been called Aritober bc he’s taking over my life. I also wrote another character coming to ‘help make the movie,’ a certain Dr. D but took it out, I wouldn’t mind posting the little drabble though 👹
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check my kinktober masterlist for the doctor ransom drabble !!
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
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Pretty When You Cry
Lloyd Hansen x Black Reader
Summary: He’s sick, he’s mean, he’s cruel and he’s all yours too
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, daddy kink, degradation and mocking, lloyd is a bit mean in this, smut: doggystyle, rough sex, fishhooking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, use of “daddy”, brief creampie mention, general filthiness
Word Count: 1.7k
Note: Dedicated to @hansensgirl!!! A bit of a belated birthday gift for you Sab angel! Your works and love for Lloyd helped inspire me to write this so thank you! Lub you! 🖤
Lloyd Hansen had you wrapped around his pinkie a little more than you wanted to admit but god did you love it.
He was a bad man, as sick and twisted as they come and none of his mean nature was tempered for you, especially not when he knew just how wet you got for his harsh hands and even harsher tongue.
Your body yielded to him so much faster now than it did at the start when you held more annoyance and contempt towards him than the molten desire causing the slick between your thighs now. The best part was that you were his, his pretty little star.
It’s precisely what he loved about you, that despite the bambi eyes and tear stained cheeks, you wanted him, craved him, by all accounts needed him.
That’s how your current circumstances came to be; your face flush against the silky gray sheets, your ass high in the air, and Lloyd thrusting into you from behind. There was no mistaking your high whines and moans, how they all sounded like incoherent babbles but Lloyd knew you best, good enough to make out the pleas for more, for “harder” and “please” and his personal favorite…”daddy” amongst the tangle of sounds.
“Ah, but I’m already in your tummy, sunshine. I don’t know if you can take my hardest, I don’t think you’re up to it.”
It was precisely his mocking that got you here in the first place.
Earlier, the pout on your face when Lloyd had teased you about being “such a goddamn slut” for when he was being mean, effectively calling you out and making your cheeks burn. You refused to admit he was right, denying his accusation up and down.
Oh, how you should have known it would only fuel his antics. The devilish smirk that graced his features as he chuckled and steadily backed you into a corner made the heat swirl in your core, protests to his continued teasing harder to come up with.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart, I don’t like little girls who lie.”
You tried so very hard to stop the needy whimper from tumbling past your lips but he heard it, Lloyd never missed a thing and you realized you had nowhere to run, your back pressed uncomfortably against the wall and his broad shoulders the only thing you could see in front of you.
It made you feel so helpless, heat prickling your thighs at the anticipation of it all. How easy it was for him to bring it out in you, the itch that made you so desperate for him and whatever he was gracious enough to give you.
In the end, you always let him pull you under, always surrendering to the fact that yes, your man, sick and cruel and mean, knew best.
“N-no, please, daddy. I can take it, I can! Please give me more,” you whined, turning your head a little more to look back at him.
It was a sight that made you flutter around him, Lloyd and his toned arms on display. His forearms tense with the way he held onto your hips firm enough to hurt just the way you liked.
But just to toy with you, he slowed his pace down, still pushing in deep to nudge against the deepest parts of you only agonizingly slow, pinching your skin when you start to push back against him.
“Those are big words for you, cupcake. Does your stupid little slut brain really understand what you’re asking for?” his grip loosened from your hip to slide up your back, finding its place at the back of your neck where he tugged you up onto your hands.
You whined at his words, your center pulsing at the way he dumbed you down, how easy it was for him and then you, left scrambling to answer, trying to think while every thick inch of him was buried inside you.
All you managed to get out were breathy pleases, your brain cloudy with utter need, all your energy spent trying to keep from fucking yourself back on his length.
Lloyd’s dark, amused chuckle made your spine tingle, “Oh, I love it when you get this desperate to be fucked, it’s so cute seeing you forget that your pussy just can’t handle that. But if that’s what you want so bad…”
There were all but a few seconds to register his words before he was pulling back and pushing back in roughly, your back arching with the force, hands fisting the sheets below you.
He felt incredible, every thrust sent searing heat throughout your body, your limbs turning boneless by the second as he handled you how he wanted, pounding into your pussy at that angle that made you breathless and pliant to his whim.
“Oh my god, thank you, daddy, thank you,” your moans collided with the harsh slap of his hips meeting your ass.
“And she still knows her manners, I trained you well, huh? Good girl.” Lloyd’s voice startled you now that it was at the shell of your ear, his pace unwavering even as he was leaning over you now.
The reward for your good manners had you reeling, two of his skilled fingers hooked against the inside of your cheek, pulling your head to the side so you could watch how he was taking you apart, your position from head to toe, exactly where he wanted it to be.
It was exactly what you had wanted, filled up, fucked rough, made to cum as many times as Lloyd wanted or allowed, a complete mess by the end of it all.
Your moans only seemed to climb higher, tears starting to well under your fluttering lashes at the flood of pleasure, almost too much, almost bordering on the edge of pain. The fact that your arms had finally given out underneath you wasn’t the least bit an issue for Lloyd, his free hand returning to grip the back of your neck, keeping you upright, using the hold as leverage to rut into you just a little harder.
“Mm, that’s it, there she is,” he grunted lowly when he felt your body sink into his grip, impressed with how well you were doing so far but not mistaking the signs of your exhaustion and impending climax.
He knew your body like the back of his hand, always paying special attention to all those little details, the shifts in your breathing, the pitch to your moans that always told him when you were getting close, the tension in your limbs, and most importantly, the look in your eyes the longer he pounded into your soaked hole.
How doe-like they were, especially when the tears started, exactly as they were now.
“Fuck! It’s t-too much, daddy, oh god,” you brokenly sob out against his fingers still in your mouth, the words thick, slow as they make their way out.
Lloyd tsks at you, forcing your body back, bottoming out deep with every thrust.
“Aww poor thing. But that’s what you wanted isn’t it, sunshine, wanted daddy to fuck your guts out, right? Are you asking me to stop?” his tone was as condescendingly sweet as it gets, his words making your vision a touch bleary with unshed tears.
If he stopped right now it would shatter you, that much you were sure of. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to keep going because that perfect release was almost within reach.
“No, no please don’t stop! Just feels so good, I-” whatever words you were going to say died in your throat once Lloyd propped a foot up on the bed, the new angle allowing him more leverage, and your back deepened to an even meaner arch.
Obscene moans and whines turned into near screams as he fucked you good, his thrusts controlled and steady, keeping himself deep with every drag against your walls, cursing under his breath at how you clenched around him, how drippy and soft your walls felt, and the sight of you too, your puffy lips swallowing his length again and again. It made him throb.
The white hot edges of your orgasm began to creep up your spine, the tears welled in your eyes now fallen past your lashes, streaked across your cheeks that were smeared with your spit as Lloyd took his fingers from your mouth to snake around your front, finding your sensitive clit with ease.
“Fuckin look at you, such a mess, so goddamn pretty crying on my dick. That’s my girl.”
You couldn’t turn your eyes away from him as hard as maintaining eye contact was, you knew how much he liked seeing you this wrecked for him and the intensity of his gaze, of his body language was what kept you focused, a lifeline as you began to fall apart around him.
“Daddy!” you sobbed, and more tears cascade down your cheeks, dripping onto the sheets below you.
Sharp gasps filled in the gaps of your loud cries as you felt his heavy balls slap against your core, his fingers still rubbing your clit, the combination making you shudder and squirm.
“I know, sweetheart. I can feel you coming, yeah that’s it, cry harder,” Lloyd encouraged you, cooing in your ear, that mean edge still in his voice, the very thing that made you obey, more sobs leeched from you as you creamed on his length.
You were shaky and fucked out of your mind by the time your orgasm subsided but that didn’t mean any of this was over, no by all means it had just begun, his pace slowing for a moment as he decided what position to place you in next.
It was both a blessing and a curse to be with a man who had such stamina and control, that was meticulous and insane enough to spend hours teasing you, fucking you senseless, pumped full of his cum and your limbs sore and screaming by the time he decided you had enough.
Who could blame him though? You were just so utterly gorgeous when he made a mess of you and it only made him hard to see you crying those pretty little tears.
You craved him, wanted him to surround you, crawl into your skin and never leave, fill you full of pleasure every hour of the day, even when he was being the cruel man he was through and through.
Lloyd Hansen was a bad man, the kind of bad that made for a deliciously sadistic lover, all yours to have, and as long as that was so, you’d shed all your tears for him.
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A/N: I want him to do so many terrible things to me it’s not even funny, like if he’s so bad why is he so hot?! I hope this was a good read and hope that the way I wrote him feels and sounds like him!
Thanks for reading and please reblog and comment, I wanna hear what you thought!
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𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 · 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧
gif credit: @r-pattinson
summary: lloyd finger fucks you and does lewd things with a lollipop. (it’s filth. that’s really all you need to know.)
word count: 1505
warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. slight exhibitionism. fingering. dirty talk. pussy slap or two. squirting. explicit acts with a lollipop. rough everything cause it’s lloyd. don’t do this IRL. no beta.
author’s note: another object insertion fic in the books! ✨ lloyd hansen has my heart, pussy and soul. ✨
♁ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁
You quietly slink into the golden command center unbeknownst to the bustling crew. Anxious faces pace around the room and stare at computer screens following Lloyd’s every whim as he barks out orders until his eyes zero in on you.
His features are hard after hours of grueling work but they slightly soften as you make your way over to him. It’d only been 6 hours since you last saw him. Stuck in a corner of the historic stone building for safety while Lloyd and his men worked.
Gathering you flowing skirt you curl into his lap like a cat and weave your arms around his svelte shoulders. The soft buzz of his undercut grazes your cheek and memories of the night before flood your mind...
Lloyd ruts into you with heavy strokes, wetting his cock with your cream and easily holding you down into the mattress. “Thought you could be a big girl and ride my cock, huh?” His sinister laugh makes your insides clench producing another wave of arousal that coats his girth.
“Found out my cock is too big for you in that position didn’t we?” His condescending tone makes you whimper and clutch his biceps as he pummels into your warmth. “I give you an A for effort, Buttercup but I like feeling you wiggle underneath me the most.”
He kneels back and grabs your hips, shoving every inch of his length into your velvet, creamy center. “Love seeing you strung out and gaping on my c-”
You’re brought back to the present when Lloyd sighs into your neck and hugs you tighter. “You shouldn’t be here, Buttercup. You know this ain’t the place for you.”
He rubs your back calmly despite the lively energy that suffocates the room. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just feeling… needy.” You quietly confess even though you know Lloyd would cut someone's ear off for eavesdropping on one of his conversations.
Lloyd quirks a playful brow and his eyes light up as a devious plan comes to life. “That so, Sunshine?”
You shift nervously on his lap and bite your tongue to keep quiet when your panty covered wet folds rub gingerly over his thigh. Lloyd playfully flexes the strong chord of muscle and your mouth drops open from the sensation.
Your fingers frantically dig into his yellow shirt as he moves his hands to your hips and makes you grind down harder onto his leg.
“Don’t worry about them. You pay attention to me.” He orders with a sharp shake of your jaw when he shoves his thumb into your mouth and presses on the underside of your chin. Your body goes slack at the command and instantly submits to him.
He slips his hand from your mouth and teases it up your thigh. You grasp his forearm with what little amount of sense you had left even though it was useless. “No, please. There are too many people.”
“Awe, it’s cute seein’ you all skittish.” He preens as he easily breaks your hold and rubs a deft finger along your soaked panties. “Don’t want them hearin’ how fuckin’ sweet you sound gettin’ off, huh?”
You go numb when he slides his fingers past the elastic and languidly circles your slippery clit. Anxious pleasure makes your belly tumble as he slides lower and traces your weeping hole.
“Such a shame. You make such pretty noises when you come.” He revels in your anguish of trying to keep quiet as he slowly spears into the slice of you and feels your core lock around his digits.
You shake your head desperately and bite your bottom lip hard as he scissors his fingers and spreads you open for him. He smooths over your silky walls, testing the waters, seeing what’ll make you bubble with noise.
Frenzied breaths puff from your nose and your eyes roll backward when Lloyd twists and curls his fingers against that spongy muscle behind your clit. You choke on your silent moans and swallow each one down as he zeros in and tortures that sweet spot.
You claw at his shoulders and make one last hectic plea for him to stop with a broken teary sob. Your lungs burn as you hold your breath hoping it’ll stave off your orgasm.
He takes pity on you and slows his thrusting fingers. “Use your words.” He was never one to back down easily.
You whimper softly, unsure if you could speak coherently and quietly enough.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” He jokes cruelly as a rampant wave of arousal spikes in your core when he spreads his fingers.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath even though it burns your lungs. The words barely make it out, “Please, Lloyd.”
“Everyone out!” Lloyd bellows from his seated position making every person in the room freeze with quizzical looks. “You heard me! Get your sorry asses out in the hall until I call you back in.”
Feet quickly shuffle away and the large double doors close.
It’s just the two of you. He cradles you tight and holds your stare for a moment. All that needed to be said is exchanged in silence until he spins you in his lap and cages your back against his chest with a firm hand around your throat.
He tears your panties from your hips making you yelp as the elastic snaps against your skin. His fingers dive back into your shiny folds as his ironlike thighs spread yours open until your tendons scream from the pressure.
He nestles his chin into the crook of your shoulder and brushes his bristly mustache against your jaw. “Can feel that pretty cunt flutterin’. Just beggin’ to come.” He growls into your ear as your warmth swirls around his cream coated digits.
You’d be embarrassed by the sounds your gluey, slick cunt is making if you weren’t so close to the end. Willing with all your might to hold out until he gives you permission.
“You gonna make a mess when you come?” Your cunt gives you away as it clenches and sucks his fingers in further. “Naughty girl. Want you drippin’ all over me.” He slaps your sticky cunt, landing a solid blow to your clit causing you to shriek and writhe in his secure hold.
“Hush. I’ve done worse things to this perfect little pussy. You can take it.” He presses on your carotid artery with his free hand and your breathing hitches. Your brain pounds against your skull as he curves and thrusts his fingers over that tender spot that always made you come so fucking hard.
Your lips pout as you trip over your words, desperate to get permission.
“Come on, I want that sweet cunt to choke my fingers.” He grunts, allowing you to tumble over the edge.
Your brain goes foggy but the intense spark gets brighter and brighter until it envelops you in its blinding light. Syrupy goodness hits the floor in a wave as you hit your peak and scream out your release under his touch.
“See, you took that like a champ.” He touts, grinning from ear to ear. “Now for the real treat.”
As you slowly come to, you feel Lloyd shift and reach into his pocket. You think you’ve gone mad but he’s pulled out a lemon lollipop.
“Always wanted to try this.” He unwraps the candy and before you can stop him he’s pressing the confection into your cunt.
“Lloyd! What’re you-”
He barricades your limbs and thrusts the sucker between your folds. “These are sweet but I want a new flavor,” He fucks the small lollipop in and out lazily, trying to coat it in as much cream as he can. “And I’ve tasted nothing sweeter than this cunt.”
The idea that he was filling you up with a lollipop that he was then going to suck on made your world implode. “Fuck, Lloyd!”
“Yeah, that’s it. Get it fuckin’ creamy. Want it to taste like lemon meringue pie.”
You want to laugh at how ridiculous he is but that knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter with every shove of the sugary sucker until your squirming and creaming all over the lollipop.
“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” Lloyd praises as he withdraws the now white coated candy.
He leers at the pop before shoving it into his mouth. “God damn! That’s fuckin’ delicious!”
You stare back at him in a stupor before he’s pressing a chaste kiss to your shocked, parted lips and helps you on your wobbly feet. You glance down at the puddle between your legs and grimace at the depraved scene.
A smack to your ass wakes you from your daze, “Get going, Sunshine.” Lloyd orders with a short smile before he taps his earpiece and calls everyone back in.
You shuffle through the doors, careful to not meet the curious eyes of his workers when you hear him bark out an order.
“Someone fuckin’ mop this up before I slip and die.”
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Can I please request either soft or needy (both?) Lloyd Hanson with prompt 58 "noone has ever touched me like that before "? Pretty please and thank you beautiful.
Yes!! Soft needy Lloyd is one of my weaknesses!! Lloyd just loves when you baby him, and help calm him back down.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
No One, But Me
Summary: Lloyd needs you
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Sunshine
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 900
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Your fingers run up Lloyd’s glistening arm, rounding over his shoulders, before gliding down the other arm. His eyes glossy, look up at you. Butterfly bandages on his beautiful face, and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for this sweet one.
Continuing your motion, your fingers smooth down his broad chest, and Lloyd’s eyes flutter close, releasing the sweetest little whimper. “Punky, what is it that you need?”
His lip trembles as he looks up at you, just you touching him softly was enough to have him weak. Your hands massage into his shoulders, and you sink to your knees to get eye level with him, “Punky, what do you need? I need to know boo bear.”
“I want you to touch me,” you give him a little smile, and a kiss to his lips.
“Like that?” he shakes his head no, and you give him a trail of kisses down his neck and onto his broad shoulders. “You tell mommy when I get close, okay?”
“Okay,” he whines as you sink lower. Your tongue traces circles over his hardened nipple, giving the bud a hard squeeze, as you continue your descent lower.
Following the trail the dark patch of his hair, “Warmer,” he pants. Licking your lips when you see that pretty little vein. Unable to do anything but paint him with your tongue, following the trail to one of the best parts of Lloyd.
Not undoing his pants, you start kissing him over his jeans. His hips push forward, and you roll your eyes to look up at him, “So hot.”
“Punky, what do you want me to do?”
“Will you use your mouth, please? On my cock?”
“Of course, whatever you want me to do, Boo Bear,” your mouth teases him over his jeans. Wrapping your finger around his belt loop, pulling his slacks down a bit. Open mouth kisses on his barely exposed skin, has him thrusting up to meet your greedy mouth, “Uh uh. Let me have my fun.”
He tilts his head back, and lets you make out with his upper stomach, but when your fingers undo his buttons, he jerks to look back at you. The blue in his eyes nearly gone with how large his pupils are. Blown wide with a deep dark lust, and he bites at his lip to keep him from whining.
Pulling down his pants with a bit more force, you stare as his beautiful cock pops up into your face. Dying to devour him with the utmost hunger. He needed you. It was a rough night for him. And you have no problem showing him just how needy you were for him either.
Your tongue traces around his spongy tip. Taking extra time on his slit. Kitten licking up his precum, before you sink down a bit. Not enough to matter. And when you pull off with a pop, he gasps, “No touching just yet,” you warn him before his fingers can pull your head back down to his aching length.
Licking down his length, you start to kiss over his silky skin. God, he felt amazing. This sniffling pretty thing was all yours, and you were going to remind him how special he was. Your hand fondles his balls, as you kiss back up his dick. Slapping the member on your cheeks, you give him a sweet little grin before sinking down.
Sliding down that delectable cock until his tip hits the back of your throat. A gurgled sound emits from your mouth, as saliva pools on his pelvis. Your lungs on fire from lack of oxygen, but you don’t care. He needs this.
When you can take no more, you pull back. The air rushing to your hair having the tiniest bit of pain. And he smiles at the added wetness on his body. Wrapping your lips around your teeth, you start a sinful bob on him. Sinking and rising on his pretty pink length, and his sweet sounds make you go harder. Each time sinking lower and lower, until he’s hitting the back of your throat.
You had never looked prettier, taking his cock like that. Cheeks hollowed, and tears running down your eyes. You pull off of him again panting, “Fuck my mouth, Punky.”
“Ray of Sunshine?”
“Fuck it as hard as you want.”
His hands slide over your temples and settle on the back of your head, pushing you down to take all of him again, and when you struggle to swallow all of him, your neck bulges out. With a deep breath he starts stabbing up into you. His ass bouncing off his chair, with hard movements into you.
Lloyd’s eyebrows knit together, and the pleasure you give him, takes him to another realm. Pure, heated, and desperate pleasure courses through his veins, and when you massage his balls in your hand, you feel him twitch inside of you.
His hands pummel you down over him. With the perfect rhythm. Just enough to leave you desperate; leaking out onto the base of his dick. His thrusts turn a bit sloppy, and you know you’ll have to continue this later. You need more. So much more than this.
With a final hard push into your greedy mouth, his hot cream shoots to the back of your throat. Tangy and salty, and you swallow every scrumptious bit. Not even wasting the spillage on his cock. Your skilled tongue laves up all of his essence, and still, you want more.
“Wow,” he pants out. Those puppy eyes smiling at you, “No one has ever touched me like that before.”
“Because they’ve neglected my sweet Punky. No one, but me, will ever touch you like that again. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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In a want to be spanked so good mood 🥺🍑🤭
over Steve’s knee, with his bare hand
zip-tied and paddled by Lloyd
on pristine sheets, with Andy’s belt
against the wall, taking it from Bucky’s metal hand
squirming on tiptoes from Ari’s lashes
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You really got to start limiting my asks lol
V or Z for Johnny or Lloyd
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WHAT?! I have to CHOOSE?? How unfair...
FINE.
I will choose one of each because that's totally how that was supposed to go.
From this dirty ask game and not for all ages, folks. MINORS DNI.
V - Voyeurism
If you're shocked this man likes an audience, then I can't help you.
YA BLIND, GURL. YA NOT LISTENING.
Johnny lives for the showmanship. In fact, I think it's a big part of the experience of sex with him overall. That's his way of awakening the senses, basically. He points out how hard you make him. He makes a little extra noise in your ear. He kinda narrates what you doing something does to him: touching yourself, looking at him, your scent, what you sound like, etc.
Man loves to hear himself talk, yes, but it's mighty delightful--and actually lightens the mood when/if you're feeling self-conscious.
Johnny enjoys all forms of voyeurism, too. He wants the sneaky nudes and vids you send him. He hoards the ones he takes. There's been at least one time where he faked being asleep when you were clearly needy beside him and listened intently to you using a toy on yourself. Mostly, he's proud of himself for not breaking the act, turning over, and fucking you into the mattress. He couldn't figure out a way to reach his phone and record the audio though. Shame.
I'd go so far as to say watching is a big part of foreplay to Mr. Storm because when he gets his hands on you, it's more wild and rushed than you might imagine...
Z - Zones
Lloyd Motherfuckin Hansen, you totally gorgeous asshole. We know you play constant games. We know you like to trick people.
I don't know that Lloyd gets enjoyment from the physical sensation of any part of his body... This man enjoys the symbolism of where you kiss more than anything else.
Treat him like a king. Kiss his feet or the ring on his finger. Drop to your knees and take his cock deep in your throat. Show him he owns you. Show him you're his slave. That's the way to this guy's black, charred, and pissed-on heart.
You'd be surprised at how many typical-affections turn him off or make him angry, actually, so he'll let you grope at him and dig your nails into his back but kissing along his body in the heat of the moment--i.e. if he has not ordered you to do so--will get you shoved away or smacked across the face.
I don't make them rules. That's Lloyd. That's just straight up Lloyd. He bites you. You do not bite him.
Thank you for asking!
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the devil's thirst.
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summary | stupid little babies who wanna act big need to be reminded how utterly pathetic and helpless they truly are.
pairing | mean!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | mean!mean!mean!daddy!lloyd like so mean, very cruel!!, denial as punishment (no cumming for a month), lloyd is a sick bastard (canon) and threatens to cut various body parts off, fake soft!daddy!lloyd for a hot minute, my strawberry shortcake trauma insertion, mocking/degredation, restraints (rope), watersports (forced wetting), fingering, black rubber gloves bc lloyd doesn't like messes (whew daddy!!), forced orgasm, squirting (i mean, ,, it's also pee but, ,, ,, you know), pussy slapping/clit spanking, big big crying kink, so much cursing, name-calling (whore, slut, bitch, all the good ones), no aftercare/lloyd makes her clean up the mess D-:, dude wtf even is this and why did i write it :^))))
word count | 2,742
an | idek what to say about this one so i'm just gonna link this hate anon i got about having a piss kink where i responded with piss ari and cursed the haters bc i think it's funny and neat okay byeeee-
Unsurprisingly, when it came to being your daddy, there were certain parts of the job that Lloyd found especially enjoyable. He did it all well, of course- took care of your needs and wants, doted on you, treated you like the princess you were. But he would be lying if he said the darker, more sinister parts of the role weren't his favorite; it was only in his nature. He was cruel, wicked down to the bone, and that meant strict rules, along with even stricter punishments. Considering this, you were never one to act up much.
Much.
When you did end up on Lloyd's bad side, the consequences were usually swift and scathing. One philosophy he held was that it wasn't a true punishment unless he had you in tears. And being the notorious torture fanatic he was, he had plenty of methods to extract those pretty sobs from poor little you. All in all, your daddy was very hands-on with your discipline. So the one time he finally decided to punish you by depriving instead of dealing out, you knew you had taken things too far. But it was too late to do anything about it. Lloyd Hansen gave second chances to no one.
"A month?" you exclaimed in horror, jumping down from your seat on the dark polished wood of his study desk. Hands coming to rest on your hips over your frilly tennis skirt, you stood with shock still clear on your face.
Not even pausing to look up at you, Lloyd nodded as he continued to sort through the paperwork before him. He knew it drove you crazy; that's why he did it. The more worked up he could get you, the better. He loved seeing you pout and fuss. "That's right, princess. A whole month, no playtime. And if you even so much as think about touching that pretty little clit of yours, I'll cut it off and feed it to the dogs."
Grimacing in disgust, you somehow found it in you to protest, "Ew- no, Daddy! You wouldn't!"
Chuckling softly at your outrage, the man nodded, "Oh, I would, sweetheart. Actually- maybe I'd keep it, put it in a nice frame up on the wall. You know how much Daddy loves your little button, wouldn't wanna let it go to waste. Oh- and the same goes for your nipples, young lady. Daddy knows his naughty girl can get off on those alone when she's needy enough."
Huffing softly to yourself, you crossed your arms, stomping the rubber bottom of your platform Mary Jane against the floor. Finally looking up to meet your gaze, Lloyd smiled widely, having gotten exactly what he wanted: a precious, pouty baby. How cute.
"No fair, Daddy," you whimpered, bottom lip puffing out in an attempt to change his mind.
"No fair? Why's that, princess? What were you expecting when you stole Daddy's bike for a midnight joyride, a fucking pat on the back? A new pair of shoes?"
"N-no, but..." Sniffling, your frown deepened. "You never give me punishments like this, Daddy. Always just..."
"Give you what you want? Play rough with you, let you cum?" the man finished your sentence for you as you lowered your head in shame; there was no denying that he was right. "Oh, you'll get that too, sweetheart. This is just part one of your lesson, so quit being a brat and whining about it, or I'll double the time."
"No- please, Daddy!" you were quick to beg, eyes bulging with tears as he did nothing but laugh at your pathetic desperation.
"Good. Now get out of here, Daddy's got a meeting. You might wanna take a walk around the garden, baby. Don't think you're gonna like the sounds I'm about to pull from these bastards."
When the promised day arrived, you were a much different girl than you were only a month ago, any last hints of brattiness and defiance completely put out as you could really only be described using one word at that point: needy. In the morning as he helped you get ready, your daddy dressed you up in your favorite Strawberry Shortcake pinafore with matching pink stockings held in place by pretty lace garters, and of course he let you wear your favorite lingerie set, the baby pink lace with little strawberry patterning just so adorable against your perfect body. With how cute you were looking, it took everything in him not to bend you over your bed and fuck you into oblivion as soon as you were all dressed and ready for the day. "So beautiful for me, angel," Lloyd cooed against your hair as he held you on his lap, running a gentle hand up and down your back. "You remember what today is, don't you?"
Big eyes blinking innocently, you nodded, too busy holding your breath to respond.
"I knew my princess wouldn't forget. Daddy can't wait to give you the rest of your punishment- and some relief, of course." Smiling down at you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before continuing, "But in order to get all that, you need to be a good girl for Daddy first, okay? I've got some work to wrap up in my office, and I want you sitting pretty on my lap while I do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes Daddy," you nodded obediently, jumping slightly as his other hand came up to rub against your thigh. Cheeks burning in embarrassment, you bit your lip, knowing better than to start begging early.
"Oh sweetheart, you poor thing," your daddy crooned sympathetically as he ran his fingers delicately over your trembling skin. "Look at how badly you need me- are those tears in your eyes already, princess?"
Not wanting to open your mouth in fear of breaking down completely, you simply let out a weak whimper, turning to tuck your face against the fabric of the man's shirt. Chuckling at your actions, Lloyd wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss down on the top of your head. "Okay, okay- Daddy'll quit teasing," he promised. "Now come on, little one. I have a surprise waiting for you in the study."
Lifting you into the air with ease, he was kind enough to carry you all the way from the bedroom to the office, letting you stay hidden away in the safety of his familiar scent and the darkness of his shirt. "Don't tell me you're gonna be a teary-eyed baby all day," he frowned as he flipped on the lights to illuminate the grand room, stepping over a bit and rousing you in his arms. "Hey pumpkin, look- look over on the couch and see what Daddy got you."
Wary eyes cautiously coming out of hiding, you glanced over to the plush brown sofa, a small gasp escaping your lips as you whispered, "Strawberry sodas! Daddy, those are my favorite!"
"I know, my love. That's why I got them for you, thought maybe you'd like a treat for being such a good girl all month for me. You wanna have one while you sit on my lap?" the man offered as he gently placed you down on your feet, smiling as you gave him an eager nod of a response. "Go grab one, baby. Actually, make it two. Daddy'll try one with you, can't remember the last time I had something sweet."
As you skipped across the rug to grab the pretty glass bottles full of sparkling pink juice, Lloyd settled himself down in his black leather office chair, smirking silently at the sight of you bouncing in excitement from the "treat" he had bought for you. "Look Daddy, cute baby strawberry cartoons on the bottles!" you beamed as you made your way back over to him, climbing up to straddle one of his sturdy thighs as you faced in his direction, handing him one of the drinks.
"So cute, angel. Almost as cute as you," he smiled widely as he helped you pop off the cap before opening his own. "Cheers," he sang as he tapped the glasses together softly, trying to keep from salivating as he watched your puffy lips pink with lip gloss wrap around the mouth of the bottle.
Taking a few gulps, you hummed lovingly at the sweet taste. "Soo good, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome, princess. Go ahead, drink up. The whole box's for you."
"You stupid, stupid baby."
Choking against the wad of lace shoved between your sticky lips, you let out a humiliated whine as Lloyd stood above you, towering over your trembling form with his hands pressed neatly behind his back. "Look at you," he snapped, "couldn't even get through tying you up without the tears starting. Isn't this what you wanted? You were so sad when Daddy wouldn't wreck your pretty little cunt on the spot- remember that, whore?"
Sniffling pathetically into your spit-soaked panties, all you could do was cry harder at the man's degrading words. Sobs wracking through your chest as you stared wide-eyed up at the terrifying man above you, you struggled to comprehend everything that had happened in such a short span of time. Where had your loving, doting Daddy gone? You should've been suspicious when he was so kind that morning, but silly little you, all you had thought was he had woken up in a good mood. Now it was clear that he had much darker intentions settling just below the surface the entire time; it was all a part of his game. He had played you like a pathetic little pawn.
Kicking your legs with what little strength you had left, you tried to struggle against the tight ropes holding you bound and open against the smooth leather of the office chair, but it was no use- you couldn't move more than a fraction of an inch in any direction. Watching you writhe and attempt to escape, Lloyd laughed a loud and mean laugh, his spit hitting your face as he grinned in sick delight. "Poor little slut. Can't get out of Daddy's knots. You know better than to squirm, sweetheart, but I'll let you get away with it this time. I have so much fun in store for you, I don't wanna waste any time on trivial matters like spanking your nasty little fuckhole."
Icy eyes trailing down, the man's gaze settled on your exposed pussy, the soft, delicate petals of your sex puffy from excitement and neglect. "Oh baby," Lloyd cooed, crouching down in front of you as his eyes became level with your dripping heat, "look so sensitive already. Haven't been touched in weeks, and it really shows. Daddy's gonna have so much fun with you. Aren't you excited, angel? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Crying harder against your makeshift gag, you shook your head desperately, a wicked smile forming on his face as your daddy nodded knowingly. "No? Why's that, princess?" Reaching out a hand, he snatched the panties from between your teeth, giving you only a moment to cough and recover from the forced intrusion. "Speak."
Lower lip trembling terribly as you fought back stronger sobs, your voice came out in shaky gasps as you stuttered, "P-please Daddy... p-please! Have'ta- please... h-have'ta go p-potty!"
Pure depraved thrill shone in Lloyd's eyes as you let out your admittance. "Stupid, stupid baby. Drank all those strawberry sodas, how many was it again?" Warm tears rolling down your cheeks, you whimpered with heavy regret, your tummy throbbing against the ropes holding you so tightly in place. "And now look at you, so full- you could nearly burst. Stupid fucking baby. Never use your fucking brain, do you? Time to teach you how tiny and dumb you really are, slut. You wanna know what happens when little girls cum with a tummy this full?" he asked cruelly, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a pair of black nitrile gloves, snapping them onto his large hands for a dangerously tight fit. "They piss all over themselves. Like the pathetic fucking babies they are."
The panties being shoved back in your mouth knocked the wind out of you, but it was two of Lloyd's thick fingers piercing into your drooling folds that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you struggled to catch air. Digits pounding brutally in and out of your aching walls, the man quickly made you into a sputtering mess, the friction provided by your slick and the rubber of the gloves sending burning shocks through your gut and up your spine. You begged, pleaded through the fabric wedged between your lips, but it was no use; Lloyd would get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted.
"So fucking wet, little slut- such a fucking mess you're making," he grunted as he increased the speed of his fingers, focusing his attention on the tender spot he knew could get you to snap in seconds. Warmth building up in your tummy, you did everything you could to fight the urge to release, but it was a losing battle. "Needy little whore went all month without getting to cum once- no way you'll last long. Horny little bitch, always ready to take whatever Daddy wants to shove up her filthy little cunt."
Ripping his fingers from your tight grip, he smacked his gloved hand down several times against your tender pussy, dissolving you into a squeaking, sobbing mess as your flesh burned agonizingly from the assault. "Stupid-" smack, "little-" smack, "baby-" smack, "gonna-" smack, "squirt-" smack, "all-" smack, "over-" smack, "and there's nothing she can do about it," he grinned widely as he shoved his fingers back in, his other hand coming up to keep smacking over your throbbing clit, "absolutely nothing. Can scream and cry 'til she's blue in the face, but Daddy doesn't care. Daddy's gonna make you cum, little girl. Gonna make you gush all over yourself, 'n there's nothing you can do about it. So keep fucking crying, you pathetic little bitch. Get those pretty cheeks nice and wet for me- maybe if you're good I'll fuck your face when I'm done."
Speeding up his thrusts once more, the thumb of his other hand settling in to rub tight little circles harshly against your burning nub, there was nothing you could do but lay there and take it as Lloyd brought you to the edge of climax within minutes. Noticing the growing look of terror on your face, the man's crooked smile grew wider as he taunted, "There it is, look at that. Knew she couldn't hold it in. Dumb little babies can't keep themselves from cumming, not when their daddies are finger-fucking their pussies this good. Come on, you fucking whore. Cum for Daddy, make a big fucking mess like the stupid fucking baby you are." With the curl of his massive fingers hitting just the right spot, and the pad of his rubbered thumb stroking painfully against your bundle of nerves, with a broken sob, you heaved as you submitted to your punisher. Your orgasm sprayed out against his relentless ministrations as he laughed cruelly in delight, "That's it. Filthy. Fucking. Baby. Give it to me. Give it all to Daddy."
When the waves of terrible pleasure finally began to subside, you were left gasping for air as Lloyd slowed his hands down to a gradual stop, mercifully reaching up to pull the panties from your mouth to allow you a little more space to breathe. "Dirty little girl, look what a big fucking mess you made," he shook his head heartlessly, rising to his feet as he snapped the gloves off his hands and tossed them to the ground. Grabbing a switchblade from his pocket, he flicked out the metal edge, running it harshly over the ropes holding you in place to set you free.
As soon as your sore muscles were released from their bonds, you collapsed against the sturdy frame of the rolling chair, still struggling to catch your breath as Lloyd spoke to you with disinterest, "Now clean it up. All of it. And throw the clothes away. Stupid little baby, ruined her favorite dress. Covered in piss now, pathetic. Disgusting." Reaching under his desk, he grabbed a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaner, tossing them at you, ignoring when you whimpered at them hitting you in the face.
#eun's writing#the devil's thirst#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen smut#lloyd hansen fanfiction#daddy!lloyd hansen#dark!lloyd hansen#the gray man#chris evans#chris evans smut#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen one shot#lloyd hansen imagine#the gray man fanfiction
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TOL - I’m your daddy now (1) - Lloyd Hansen
Summary: You reached the end of the rope.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader
Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, Lloyd is an ass and boob enthusiast, mentions of sex for money, money trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, slight mommy kink (kinda, it's Lloyd)
A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It's the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine.
You reached the end of the rope.
With your three-year-old little boy depending on you, it’s not easy to face reality. In two weeks, you will have to leave your home. The bank will take the house, and even the wreck of a car you call your own.
Your deadbeat of a husband left you with nothing but debs and resentment for men. He’s out and about with a younger, prettier, and slimmer girl. – His words, not yours.
While you tried to save your marriage, he fucked some woman he met at a bar behind your back. You knew he was a sleazy and worthless bastard, but never expected him to turn his back on his son too.
It’s not that you didn’t try anything to make enough money to pay for the mortgage and feed your son. One too many nights you went to bed hungry, only lukewarm water in your belly to at least save enough money to buy food for your baby boy.
“Mommy,” your little boy yawns as he looks up at you. He holds out his chubby hands, whining because you don’t pick him up. You just look at him for a moment, feeling your heart chatter all over again.
“How could I ever fall for your father,” you sniffle when you pick your son up. You peck his cheek and sigh. “At least he gave me you. The only good thing coming out of this relationship.”
You nuzzle his cheek and try to ignore the ache in your chest, and your growling stomach. At least you got paid yesterday. It’s not enough to keep the house for another month, but you can get food on the table.
Whatever happens tomorrow, you don’t know. The website you found promised help in hopeless situations. You never know with the internet, but it’s your last resort.
If they don’t keep their promises, you’ll end up on the street with your son only because your husband ran off with all of your savings. He even stole the money your grandmother left you for desperate times.
“Hi, uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I have an appointment,” you wring your hands while looking around the lobby of the building inheriting the company promising to save your home. The woman at the reception doesn’t even look your way. She huffs and lifts her perfectly manicured index finger to stop you from talking.
“I don’t think you are what we are looking for,” she snaps at you, and your heart sinks. You look down at your body, sighing deeply. The business outfit you are wearing is a tight fit. You gained weight during pregnancy you never got the chance to lose. “You should go home and bake cookies for your kid.”
She points her finger at the stain on your blouse, simply to embarrass you even more. Some women are like that. They try to feel better, or above you by making you feel small.
“Kiki, that is enough,” you flinch when a hand brushes over your ass. The man pats your cheeks, humming happily. “What do we have here?” He purrs and gropes one cheek. “A perfect plump ass.”
“Mr. Hansen, Sir,” the woman splutters. She looks like she saw a ghost, or worse, a monster wanting to eat her alive. “I told her that she doesn’t belong here.”
“Kiki, Kiki,” Hansen tuts while patting your ass. “I decide who belongs here.”
You don’t know what to do. Usually, you’d slap any guy trying to feel you up across the face or kick their balls. But this man could be your way out of your financial crisis.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Hansen but just look at her,” she squeaks, and points at you. “I don’t think any of our clients want something like this to fulfill their…”
“ENOUGH!” Hansen slams his fist onto the receptionist's desk, making Kiki flinch. “We never talk about our clients nor our employees in front of people outside of our organization. You are dismissed.”
“What?” She stares at Hansen in disbelief. “For today or…”
“Forever,” he huffs and turns around. The man brushes his index finger and thumb over his mustache and grins like he saw something he’d love to devour. You are afraid it’s you.
“I have an appointment,” you clear your throat and try to ignore your heart hammers in your chest. This man looks more like a wolf, with sharp teeth and glowing eyes, than a man.
“I know, sunshine,” he smirks and holds out his hand. “Please excuse my annoying assistant. She’s no longer working for me.”
You’d love to roll your eyes at the man in front of you. He’s one of the guys who believe you must immediately fall for his charm and non-existent manners.
“If you’d like to follow me inside my office, sugar plum,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, and snickers, "we can talk about your problems and how to solve them.”
“So…” He plops down on a leather couch. He pats the seat next to him, but you prefer standing in the room. “What brings you here, sunshine. How can Lloyd help you?”
“I found your website while searching for a way to keep my house,” you lick your lips. You hate that you must talk about your situation with this man.
“Humor me,” he smirks and pats the seat again. “If you want me to help you, I want to know it all. From the beginning.”
He tilts his head and looks you up and down. “What do you want to know?” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “I came here, even though your offer sounded fishy. I reached the end of the rope.” You throw your hands up, and sniffle.
“Now, now. No tears in Lloyd Hansen’s office,” he gets up to march toward you. Lloyd cups your face and tilts your head. “I need to know every detail, sunshine. If you are lying, I’ll send you home with a slap to your plump ass.”
“Fine,” you snap at him and push against his chest. “Quit pro quo, Mr. Hansen. After I told you everything about my situation, I want the truth about your offer.”
“Be my guest,” he smirks darkly. “I hope you don’t pee your pants getting to know the truth.”
“I came this far,” you sniff, “you don’t scare me, Mr. Hansen. You’re not the first man wanting me to fail.”
“A cocky one, I see,” Lloyd says as he sits back down on the sofa. “Begin, then.”
“What do you want to know? That my deadbeat of a husband left me for some bitch he met at a bar?” You drop your bag onto his desk and take your jacket off. “Or that I must raise my three-year-old son without him because his dick was more important?”
You stride toward Lloyd and step between his legs. He looks up at you, amused as you cup your tits. “I will lose my house and my car. I don’t make enough money to keep the house. He stole the money I spared to give her a nice life.”
“I see,” he licks his lips. “I think you already got what I have to offer.” Lloyd tilts his head and smirks as you start to unbutton your blouse.
“You want me to fuck you, right? That’s all this is about,” you wrinkle your nose. “And I’ll get the money I need to keep my house.”
He grins now. “Sunshine, you didn’t get that this is about business. I’ll put you on my website and my clients can decide if they want to fuck you or not.”
“Oh…” You sigh deeply. “I guess this means there is no hope.” You turn around to grab your bag. “Sorry for wasting your time.”
“Sunshine, wait,” he’s on his feet before you can grab your jacket. “I didn’t say you can just leave. Don’t you want to end up getting fucked good by my clients?”
“Do you honestly believe I was waiting to get fucked by random douches,” you turn back around and slap Lloyd with your bag. “I came here to find help, not dick.”
His grin widens as you slap his chest, face, and shoulder with your bag. “Careful, sunshine. If you don’t watch out, you’ll end up making me rock hard.”
“You’re disgusting,” you wrinkle your nose and cock a brow.
“Oh, mommy can get mad,” he purrs and roams your body with his eyes. “I bet you are a strict mommy, huh? Do you scold your baby boy?”
“No!” You snap at Lloyd. “Keep my son out of this!” You slap him with your bag again. “Never mention my kid again, you asshole!”
“I knew you were special, sunshine,” he chuckles and grabs your wrist to keep you from slapping him again. “A wildcat ready to scratch and bite me.”
“I’m a tiger mommy if you want to know,” you growl and snap your teeth at Lloyd when he tries to press his lips to yours. “I’ll do anything to protect my son.”
“Sunshine, you’ve got yourself a deal,” Lloyd drops his hands from your arms to grab your face again. This time he kisses you roughly. You bite his lower lip, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He greedily shoves his tongue inside your mouth, devouring your mouth. “I think you’ll make a grand-prime assistant slash sexy bunny for me…”
Part 2
#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x you#traders of love#lloyd hansen x plussized!reader#plussized reader#lloyd hansen x y/n#I’m your daddy now (1)
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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)
Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.
w/c: 4.8k
Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob, degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3
a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3
this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.
likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3
No one loves you more than I do
Not your dipshit boyfriend,
Not your dad,
Me
It’s always going to be me Sunshine.
It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-
Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.
You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.
They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.
It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.
“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.
For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.
You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.
“Love comes with hunger”
“And I’m insatiable baby”
Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.
Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.
Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.
“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.
Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.
Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment, before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.
Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.
“isn’t that nice sweetie?”
“Sweetie?”
“Y/N!”
Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.
Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.
After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.
Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera, but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.
There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.
Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.
Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.
Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.
The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.
Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”
Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.
Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.
Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.
His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.
You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.
Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.
“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.
Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.
Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.
-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.
His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.
“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.
His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.
“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.
While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed, “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.
If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.
“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.
Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.
Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.
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The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.
Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.
“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.
“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.
“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.
Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.
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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.
You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.
You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.
You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.
“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.
He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.
It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.
One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.
You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?
Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.
You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.
Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.
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