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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Three for One 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: How are these getting longer lol

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If you thought the darkness was torturous, the light proves to be worse. You look at your surroundings. It’s eerie. A room curated for one. For you.

The white fluffy stool in front of a matching vanity. A picture of a woman in white sitting in a meadow, flowers all around and a stream flowing through the lush field. A vanity painted with flowers, the night tables matching; the bedspread under you similar woven with pansies. The trim at the top of the wall is pink petals on white and a soft rug under the foot of the bed.

It’s all very cute but deranged. You’d love to have all this and more but you’d rather your apartment. If the price is those three men then you’d rather a gutter. Most importantly, you want your dog.

You can’t even make your demands. The walls can’t give you what you want. You doubt your captors will either but you can try. You can wear them down. You can be nice sure, you prefer that, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be your own brand of evil.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. The noise needles in your ears and you hear the mechanism click. You raise your head to watch the door open and the one with the beard enters. Alan, Arnold? Ugh, you don’t care.

He doesn’t break the threshold. He crosses his arms and stares at you. A ripple in his forehead underlines his thoughts.

“I’m going to bring you out but you have to be good,” he says.

You close your eyes and drop your head. You fill your chest and let out a blasting wail. He grunts and stomps to the bed. He grabs your shoulders, shaking you until you nearly swallow your tongue. You bite the tip as he sits you up and you’re forced to face him.

“No, no more of that. Or you don’t get your first present.”

“I don’t want any of your presents,” you sneer.

“This one, I think you do,” he intones, “I’m asking you to give me a chance. Let me show you that this isn’t just for us. This is about you, honey.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you hiss, “why can’t you just let me go?”

He shakes his head, “it’s too late for that.”

“I won’t behave. I swear, I’m going to scream–” you inhale and he quickly covers your mouth, his other hand coming around the back of your skull.

He hushes you as his blue eyes darken, “honey, I’m being nice right now, so you need to go along with this. If you don’t…” he pauses and looks over his shoulder, “I don’t know what they’ll do.”

You furrow your brow. Getting out of this room is one step closer to escape. You can be good. For now.

You let the tension leave your body and soften your expression. He senses it and slowly slides his hand away from your mouth. You flick your lashes, putting on your best pout.

“Okay, Alan, I’ll be good,” you avow.

His brow tweaks and his cheek ticks. His nostrils flare as his chest rise and falls, “it’s Andy.”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m really freaked out,” you show your teeth sheepishly, “that other guy… he hurt me.”

“Which one?” He asks.

“Er… stache guy.”

“I’ll talk to him,” he huffs, “can I untie you?”

“Yeah.”

“No, honey, I’m asking,” he looks you straight in the face, “you’re not going to try anything, right?”

“I can be good,” you squirm, “my wrists hurt.”

“Alright.”

He lays you back and rolls you over. He pulls the tape away from your arms, then your ankles. You think of the trick from the van. You know his weak spot but it’s too soon for that. Timing, it all comes down to the right opportunity.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand and helps you up.

You get to your feet and let him lead you out. His large hand clings to yours as he pulls you after him like a child. As you go into the hall, you examine every inch of the place. He takes you into the front room, a low din that in any other circumstance would be cozy.

It looks like any other living room. A sectional and an armchair, an artificial fireplace set into the wall, a mantel trimmed in tinsel, a rich carpet spread over the dark hardwood, and shelves of books along with a television mounted to the wall. The tree in the corner stands bare over a red velvet skirt.

“We can decorate the tree tonight and see if Santa leaves anything for tomorrow.”

You hold back a scoff, “um, I know Santa isn’t real.”

He chuckles, “it’s a joke.”

“Is this the surprise?” You deflate. Sounds like work to you. Of course, your apartment is too small for a proper tree but you’re less than excited for a pastime you always longed for.

“No, not the only one,” he lets you go as you tug on your hand. “Honey, we did this all for you.”

You turn on him, “I didn’t ask you too.”

“Hey, hey, why are you acting like this? You’re such a sweet girl.”

You swallow tightly and hear beeping again. Then a clamour that includes a scramble, some scraping and the thump of a door against something else. You try to see past Andy as you feel cold air rush in from outside. You want to race past him but he’d be on you in a moment.

You hear a familiar growl before another voice wafts in from the entryway.

“Ah, he bit me. Again!” One man says.

“You think I’m having fun at the ass end?” The other retorts.

“Woah, oh, shit–”

There’s a duller thump and you hear claws and paws on the floor. Your heart leaps and you look around Alan– Andy as you hear the heavy breaths bounding towards you.

“Ernie!” You squeal as the Saint Bernard lumbers in, furtively searching before he spots you. “Ernie, my boy. Oh, baby boy.”

He nearly knocks over Andy as he barrels into your arms. You hug him around the neck and inhale the scent of his fur. His collar tinkles and let his warmth ease your fear. You were so worried about him, more than even yourself.

“You said it was a puppy,” the bare-faced man snarls as he shakes his hand.

“I didn’t know…” Andy says.

“He is a puppy,” you insist.

“Who let the pussycat out?” The mustachioed creep asks.

Your eyes shoot darts in his direction and his hand shields his pants, almost instinctively. Ernie drags his large rough tongue up your cheek. He was scared too but now you have each other.

“Surprise,” Andy says, “so now, honey, you’re going to be good, right?”

You look at him and chew your lip. His eyes fall to Ernie and you put your arm in front of the dog. He doesn’t need to put his threat into words.

“Shit, I’m bleeding. That thing got shots?” Scarf asks.

“What about the girl? She got me good,” Mustache snickers.

“No, but maybe I should get checked now,” you snip.

“Woa-ho!” Mr. Caterpillar exclaims, “she’s got a mouth.”

“Honey,” Andy warns, “we’re being good, right?”

You huff and nod.

“So, apologise.”

“What?” You burst out, “he–” You stop and look between all three men. You have Ernie but you’re more worried about him getting hurt than knowing he’d hurt them in an instant. Even then, he has his head low, a steady rumble brewing in him.

“That thing needs to calm down,” the naked faced one whines, still cradling his hand.

“He’s confused,” you defend your son, “okay? And I’m sorry, er, dude, I’m sure you don’t have any communicable diseases.”

“The fuck? Disease– Alright,” the man steps forward, “that’s it. First she bites me, then she kicks me in the dick and now–”

“Lloyd,” Andy puts his hand up, “no. We’re all just getting used to each other. You’re not exactly easy to be around yourself.”

“Fuck that, I’m funny,” the fuzzy lipped man, Lloyd, argues.

“Everyone just quit,” Andy demands, “alright? Did you get the food?”

“Food?” The bare-faced man shrugs out of his jacket, “what food?”

“For the dog? I told you–” Andy begins.

“Ah, shit, knew we forgot something,” Lloyd chuckles, “he’ll be fine. He can eat chicken, can’t he?”

“He has a sensitive tummy,” you say.

“Jesus,” the third man grumbles as he hangs his scarf over his coat. “I’m not going back. It’s late.”

“Can he have rice? Carrots?” Andy suggests.

“I guess, I don’t know if he’ll eat 'em,” you look at Ernie as his deep brown eyes meet yours. You pet his head to keep him calm. He doesn’t like these men any more than you do.

“Fine,” Andy huffs, “go get the decorations,” he orders the others.

“Why don’t you get the decorations?” Lloyd sneers.

“She needs to change,” Andy explains.

“Like we can’t help her,” the other man challenges.

“I don’t often agree with him, but he’s right. We’ll get her changed.”

You grimace as your eyes ping pong at the back and forth of their conversation. This isn’t good. You don’t enjoy being talked about like you’re not there.

“How about I get myself changed?” You offer.

The men turn to you. None of them seem impressed. A sudden peel of thunder fills the room and you look at Ernie. His bark echoes in your ears.

“Shut that thing up,” Lloyd snaps.

“He’s quiet,” you say, “he was just saying the same about you.”

“Really?” He goes to take another step forward and the other man stops him, “Ransom, let me go.”

“I’ll take her, you two go get the decorations,” he says.

Andy frames his hips and sighs, “fine. We all know the plan. Let’s stick to it.”

You want to raise your hand and clarify that you do not, in fact, know the plan but you suspect you’re not a part of the collective. You keep your hand on Ernie and gulp. He nuzzles your hip.

You bend and pet behind his ear, “it’s okay.” It’s not. You move to face him, “sit,” you raise your voice, “stay. I’ll be right back.”

As you stand, the dog obeys. He’s a gentle giant, at least with you. You pat his head and turn away. The men watch you.

“That thing listens?” The one they called Ransom asks.

“He can.”

“Come on,” he beckons you with two fingers, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

“This is bullshit,” Lloyd mutters as Andy approaches him.

“We can keep talking all night,” Andy pats his shoulder, “or get things moving.”

“Whatever,” the man smooths his mustache.

You reluctantly move towards the third man, the one with no personality grown out on his lip or jaw. A baby face if you ever saw one. The way he leers makes you uncomfortable. He smells like Armani.

“Not smiling now, are you?” He says under his breath as he ushers you down the hall.

He points you into that same bedroom. You stop just inside and he shoulders past you with a grumble. You watch him go to the wardrobe and open it. You look between him and the door. You could make it.

You wait a few seconds as he pushes hangers over the bar. You take a step. He doesn’t notice. Another and he’s bitching about colours. You didn’t think men were that picky. You get right in the frame of the door and back out. He looks around the open wardrobe.

“Bye,” you wave and pull the door shut.

You know he’s probably swearing at you but you can’t hear him. You hold onto the handle and hit the little lock icon in the corner of the keypad. The deadbolt rolls into place.

This is it. You edge out to the living room. You don’t see anybody. Ernie sits where you left him, sniffing the air. He sees you and perks up. You wave him over and he lifts his rump, taking careful steps across the room.

You grab his collar and take him with you to the front door. You twist the handle, it doesn’t budge. You flip the lock over it, still nothing. You don’t know what to do. What the hell?

You search around you. The windows are barred, you can’t get out that way. There’s a small box right beside the door. You flip it open to reveal another keypad. Fuck.

“And where are we going, pussy cat?” The question nips your ears as a plastic ornament pings off the wall beside you. You spin and face the mustachioed menace.

“You know, I just need some fresh air.”

Ernie growls and puts himself between you and the man, keeping the distance with his body. He prowls around, snout low as he paces back and forth. Lloyd steps closer and the dog mirrors him.

“Call that thing off,” he demands.

“Why would I do that?” You challenge.

“Well I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if I made him stop,” he opens and closes his fist.

“You wouldn’t hurt a puppy–”

“I’ll do what needs to be done,” he tilts his head.

“Ernie,” you call the dog, “quiet. Sit.”

The dog lets out a wispy boof but listens. He flops his butt down and glares at the man. You put your hands up and step forward.

“You’re mean. How can you threaten an innocent dog?”

“He drooled on my Jimmy Choo’s,” he says, “come on,” he grabs you by the back of the neck, “let’s go get the dumbass out.”

Ernie barks as you whimper. You flutter your hand at him as Lloyd’s fingertips pinch into your tendons, “Ern, it’s okay, I’m okay. Stay.”

He must hear the panic. He remains, restlessly shifting his front paws. You march beside the man back to the hallway. You reach to touch his arm and he only squeezes harder.

“Shouldn’t blame you for trying,” he says, “but I will.”

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mydaddywiki · 21 days

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Andy Reid

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6′3″ (1.91 m)

Andrew Walter Reid (born March 19, 1958-) is an American football coach who is the head coach for the Kansas City Chiefs of the NFL. Reid was previously head coach of the Philadelphia Eagles from 1999 to 2012. From 2001 to 2012, he was also the Eagles' executive vice president of football operations. He is the only NFL coach to win 100 games and appear in four consecutive conference championships with two different franchises.

Since being hired as the head coach of the Chiefs in 2013, Reid helped revitalize the struggling franchise into one of the league's best with 10 postseason appearances, eight consecutive division titles, six consecutive AFC Championship Games, four Super Bowl appearances, and three Super Bowl titles.

He kinda reminds of a younger, bigger Wilford Brimley or an older Tim Hooper. Mmm… the things I would do to this man. I won’t go into any details other than they involve my dick. Or my ass. I'm flexible.

Reid is married with five children, three sons and two daughters. So my "loves to fuck" theory applies. Heavy, older and with a stach you could lose family members in, he certainly ranks as a Daddybear to behold. Reid has appeared in commercials for State Farm with Patrick Mahomes and for Snickers. But I'd prefer him doing underwear commercials where he's drawing a mustache on my face… with his penis.

#Andy Reid #mydaddywiki sports figures #football coach

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saiyanprincessswanie · 9 months

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Welcome to Week 157 & 158

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

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Our Dream, Your Nightmare - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Secrets Chapter 22 - (Steve x OC, Brock x OC) - @nekoannie-chan

Clocking Out - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

When the Clock Strikes - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

The other dimension - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

new rules - 14 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Lloyd Oneshot - @imyourbratzdoll

Nothing but Time - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Yenzy Preview - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Biker Ari Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

I'm Not Supposed to Play with Boys - (Ransom x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Precarious Agreements Oneshot - (Ransom x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Suit - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Barnesy's Disney Wallow - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Mutual Needs, Reluctant Desires - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Biker Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Light that Lamp (1/?) - (Ari x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Early - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Trash Stache - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Property of Lloyd Hansen - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Too Good to Let Go - (Andy x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

His Inheritance - Part 21 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Terms and Conditions - Pros and Cons - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Smuggled - (Steve x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Pick you up - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

A Love for the (P)Ages - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

The being - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Thio (1) - First meeting - @holylulusworld

House Arrest (4) - FIN - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I don't wanna - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fallen - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Keeper of his Heart - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Oh, so Hopeful - (Johnny x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

On Bended Knees - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Terms & Conditions - Negotiations - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

What if…. Ari came home - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Heat - (Ransom x Reader x Ari) - @stargazingfangirl18

Quench - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Just Right - Chp 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #johnny storm x reader

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Daddy Lessons: Andy & KitCat

Summary: KitCat has a secret she's been keeping from her father. How will he react when she finally shares her truth? Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Coming Out, Discussions of Sexuality, Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please let me know what you think of this latest installment. All feedback is welcome. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Thanks for reading!

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Andy and his baby girl, Katrina, are out and about enjoying an ice cream date at one of their favorite parks when the conversation begins...

“Look, I know you’re all psyched to be leaving for college at the end of this summer, and while I’m going to miss you –”

“Oh, my God, Dad.” Katrina giggles. “I’ll only be, like, an hour away. Plus, Bianca will be there, so there’s really no need to worry.”

“I know, I know.” At least his two oldest girls would have each other, even if it was only for a year. Thank the Lord for small favors. “But it’s my job to worry about you. That’s what we Dads do. It’s in the handbook and everything.”

Katrina lets out an amused sigh, having grown accustomed to her father’s dramatics over the years. He always meant well, even if he was a little overbearing at times.

“And as your father it’s also my civic duty to warn you about these devious creatures otherwise known as the opposite sex, or college boys as you call them.” He bristles, giving her a pointed look. “You need to avoid them at all costs.”

“Dad! Seriously?”

“I’m dead serious. Those body spray wearing delinquents have no morals, zero scruples, and are going to do everything in their power to try to convince you otherwise. Fucking pencil-stached miscreants.”

“Wow.” Is all she can muster. “Just wow, Dad.”

“Yep. And those boys –” Andy continues.

“Or girls.” Katrina interjects softly.

“Right. They’ll try and – wait. Wait. What?” He watches in confusion as his precious Katrina looks away from him. Her hazel eyes brimming with unshushed tears.

“I just meant, like, girls as in maybe. I dunno.” She sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Or it could totally be a boy. But preferably one who actually understands the merits of showering.” She tries to hide her nervousness with a laugh, only for the sound to get stuck in her throat.

“Okay.” Andy murmurs, nodding his head. “Okay.”

“Mama said, cuz’ she knows, that it’s, um, okay not to know. Or to maybe like both. No matter what, she’s already promised to protect whoever I bring home to dinner.” His little girl tells him, all the while still refusing to look him in the eyes.

Heaving out a soft sigh, Andy picks up their half-eaten bowls of ice cream and tosses them both into a nearby garbage bin. He then grabs a handful of napkins before heading back over to where his daughter is sitting.

“Alright, kiddo.” He tells her, handing over the slightly crumpled tissues. “Let’s take a walk.”

“Daddy…wait.” Katrina mumbles, dabbing her eyes.

“What, KitCat?” Andy squats down next to her. “Are you gonna ask me what I think you’re about to ask me? Because, if so, you already know the answer, honey.” He playfully tugs on one of her golden brown curls, prompting another sniffle. “You’re about to ask me if I still love you. Right?”

Two tears spill over onto her cheeks as she nods. “Do you?” She asks, her little shoulders beginning to shake.

Out of instinct, his big, warm hands move to delicately cup her face. Using his thumbs to brush away a fresh set of hot tears, he finally gets Katrina to look his way.

“Of course I love you. I always have, and I always will. Consider that Daddy Lesson number one. You can’t shake me, kiddo. Do you understand me, Katrina Claire Barber?”

Instead of responding, his second oldest, his cheeky little bookworm, his aspiring journalist, simply throws her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. Smiling, Andy gently rubs her back.

In his mind, this was what being a father was all about. Loving your children for who they were.

“You’re okay, KitCat. You’re okay. Your Mama and I just want you to be happy. That’s all. And if you remember nothing else, always remember that my love for you is unconditional. I’m proud of the young woman you’re becoming. You're a force to be reckoned with - in fact, all my girls are. All thanks to your mother.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Another sniffle.

Katrina pulls away to offer him a watery grin of her own.

“There’s that beautiful smile I love so much. Now, come on. What say you and I head on over to Eddie’s for a couple of double bacon cheeseburgers?” Andy helps his daughter to her feet before slinging a protective arm around her shoulders.

“With extra bacon and cheese fries?” She asks, lightly bouncing on her toes.

“Sure thing, Sweet Pea.”

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“Daddy?” Katrina chimes a few moments later.

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

“I know. But you’re still not allowed to date until you're married.”

“Oh, come on!” She rolls her eyes as they cross the street. “Not this again.”

“Yep. That’s Daddy lesson number two, for ya. We fathers don’t make the rules, we just enforce ‘em. It’s a hard knock life.”

“I’m telling Mom, you know.”

“Go for it. She’s not allowed to date either and she’s already married.” He jokes, earning him yet another groan.

Ahh, the benefits of fatherhood.

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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What a fantastic Friday! My timeline is all Cole and Andy tik-toks. 🤣 Sorry @annislittleshopofhorrors I think some of those Cole tik-toks are better than the movie.

The answer to today's poll is C, always C. Head to toe that look was perfect. The hair, arms, titties, nips and that swinging dick, yes please! He was also serving a little smirk the whole time like he knew exactly how good he looked.😍

I will give an honorable mention to B as the henley is always a winner, layered with a wife pleaser and who wouldn't be on their knees.

...now back to the bouncing titties

Ahahaha!! To be fair, Cole didn’t have much to work with when it came to that movie. At least there’s always edits!

Whew 😮‍💨 look C was a good night for us thirsty girls!! Did you say thirsty??

I would gladly test out the “tickly” trash stache.

#Chris Evans #TikTok #Friday attack #attack my inbox

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Is it bad that I want Lloyd to choke me?

Not bad at all, nonnie.

Have a Taste

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader Summary: Lloyd gets off on the control he has over you, but is he really in control? Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, possessive behavior, threat of violence, Lloyd Hansen (I feel like his stache should have a warning apart from the man. I want him to look like Andy. 😂) A/N: I don't know. I'm in a mood. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful Nix and banners by the lovely @maysdigitalarts .

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You once asked Lloyd to list his favorite things. He didn't hesitate when he replied "choking you" as number one. Whether it was from his hand against your skin or his cock down your throat, it sent a thrill through him to watch your eyes widen in hesitation each time he used you. If you showed fear, it was because you didn't know when he'd get bored of you. Life in general was meaningless to a man like him, who killed more people than he cared to remember, but your mortality in his hands?

He gets off on being your god.

You get off on letting him think he has control.

There was no soft rocking of his hips as he grabbed the back of your head and pushed his cock to the back of your throat, bringing you back to the present. He hadn’t bothered to undress when he shoved you to your knees minutes ago and released himself from his slacks as he settled in his chair. You squeezed his thigh as you gagged, but he pushed you down further until your nose hit the small bit of curls at the base. He firmly held you in place, smirking as you blinked up at him and tried to breath through your nose.

"You gonna cry for me? Or is your pussy the only thing weeping for me?" he taunted, slapping your cheek twice with his other hand. You didn't register the sting from his palm or ring. Not with his dick constricting your breathing. "Get that look off your face. You can still breathe.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he laughed, the action making you take him impossibly deeper. With your nose smothered, you weren't sure how much longer you could stay like that. He surrounded you, his scent, touch, taste, everything. Spots danced in front of your eyes as you smacked his leg twice, a tear sliding down your cheek as he yanked your head back, air flowing back into your lungs.

"Think everyone knows by now you're my slut?" he asked, seizing the opportunity to shove his cock past your lips again when you tried to answer. You spluttered as he leaned back and brought your head with him, forcing you to bob your head up and down. Drool seeped out of the corners of your mouth as you whimpered. "Or should I finish in your face so they see that I own you?"

Wouldn't be the first time you made a mess on my face.

But you both knew he preferred to fill your holes as much as possible

He slid across your tongue with a sigh. "You know. I don't actually like being possessive. Gets complicated when people can hold something over you," he said nonchalantly, as if you weren't there. You did your best to concentrate on the task at hand, fear and arousal pooling in your gut. His indifference was more terrifying than his rage. "But you, pumpkin, I guess you just bring that side out of me. Congratu-fucking-lations.”

It shouldn't make you wet to know that this man, this sociopath, felt possessive of you. But the moment he shot one of his associates who stared at you a little too long, you were lost. Maybe you were a little fucked up, but isn’t that what drew the two of you toward each other in the first place? The jagged pieces of your psyche were too sharp for anyone else.

So were his.

You could cover each other with scars and you’d still crave more.

“Where the fuck are you going? Getting lost in your head again?!” he snapped, gripping both sides of your face as he snapped his hips. “You don’t get to think when I fuck you, cupcake. So suck my cock like you mean it.”

The ease in which he chokes you makes more tears fall. You wonder some days what he sees when he looks at you. Holes to fuck, someone to keep boost his ego. Shame filled you as your panties dampened more, the urge to rub your clit growing with each thrust in your mouth. You didn't dare touch yourself though. He wouldn't break your fingers if you did, but he'd make you wish he had.

"Keep choking yourself on my cock 'til I come down your throat. Thank me when I'm done, you fucking hear me?"

Your eyes rolled back, moaning in encouragement as he thrust his hips faster. He controlled the pace with a groan, your throat burning as he used you. Did he realize that you were using him, too? He thought he was in control because you let him take from you, but your mouth, hands and cunt were the things that made him snap.

You gave him that privilege.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Here it comes. Stay fucking still.”

That’s right, big boy. Lose it. Come for me.

He warned you, but it was still a bit of a shock when he spilled in your mouth. You swallowed some of him down as he grunted, thick, salty and enough to make you choke again. He held you there until he was satisfied, releasing you after a moment so you could sit back on your heels. You sniffled as you wiped your mouth and cheeks with the back of your hand.

I’m still a mess even when he doesn't finish on my face. The bastard doesn't even have a hair out of place.

"Fuck, you're pretty when you cry," he smiled, his muscles flexing under his polo as he leaned forward in his chair. You kept your mouth shut when his hand shot out to grip your chin, your hand snaking up your dress. "Aww, nothing to say? Did I fuck your throat that good?"

Your jaw lowered to show him the remainder of his release you let settle on your tongue.

"I fucking told you to swallow and thank me when-"

He didn't blink as you spit it in his face, exhaling through his nose as he began to tremble in anger. No one else would ever have the balls to do what you just did and you took great satisfaction in that. Hell, he was probably impressed.

Just a little.

"Thank you," you croaked, smiling when he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“You think that’s fucking funny?” he whispered.

Like his indifference, whispering was scarier than his screams.

And you were so fucking turned on. Before he could squeeze, you lifted your hand to show him your gun. You always kept a weapon strapped to your thigh, like he taught you. “Just wanted you to know how it feels. Now let’s see if you choke when I’m drowning you with my pussy.”

*****

So. I just did that. 😇 Thank you for reading!

#navybrat writes #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you

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A relaxing day, just us

Trent Alexander Arnold x Andy Robertson

cw(s): none

established relationship and fluff <3

summary: just a relaxing day, andy daydreaming and being in total love with this man.

. . .

Trent sat besides the windowsill, taking full interest in a book he was recommended by from a fan and not worrying about his surroundings; since it was his day off.

He brought his mug to his face and took a sip off his coffee, he was so engrossed into the novel he didn't even feel another's weight on the couch along side with him.

Andy made a criss-cross pose and he endeavored to look over onto Trent's book to see what's got the scouser's eye, not intending to interrupt him.

Andy gave up on trying to peek his way; he readjusted himself to where his head on was Trent's lap, his legs dangling off the arm of the couch.

Andy was positioned under the book Trent was reading, 'The Slient Patient'. He saw, he moved Trent hand to see his face better.

Trent's gaze was still on the book, Andy pondered.

'What's so good about the book that he can't get his eyes off of it?'

Trent deliberately put his hand on top of Andy's abdomen, rubbing it soothly.

"Trent." said andy in a prying tone

"Hm?" Trent responded; still not taking his eyes of the novel.

"What's got you so intrigued about that book?" Andy questioned placing his hand ontop of Trent's drawing little circles on him.

"A fan recommended this book to me, isn't that bad. Never thought I'd be this absorbed in psychological thriller." Trent stated.

Andy hummed lightly, he became tacit.

He took his partner's features into perspective, admiring his eyes, his cocoa-colored doe eyes. How they capture innocence, how they make you gullible once they take you in their presence.

Andy loved his eyes, how breathtaking they were. Andy adored how attentive Trent was towards him, those eyes were always on him. When Andy speaks, during sex, training and et cetera. Andy would sometimes stop in his tracks when speaking because those eyes were on him. His eyes.

Andy stopped his daydream; he propped himself on his elbows and kissed trent.

Trent placed his book on his thigh and deepened the kiss even more, inviting his tongue onto andy lips for permission to enter the scotsmans mouth.

"Finally got your full attention, yea?" Andy said playfully.

Trent plastered a smile onto his face.

"You're so cute, it's irresistible to not pay attention for you for so long."

Andy grinned slyly and rested his head down once again on Trent's lap

Trent fiddled with Andy's hair softly before going back to his book.

...

Andy woke up on the couch, to his surprise Trent was still at that book.

"Still at that book, huh?" Andy asked rubbing his eyes, yawning.

"Yea, I guess it's time to take a break." Trent left a bookmark in the novel and stretched, Andy could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing up and vibrating.

Trent got up and headed towards the kitchen, Andy reiterated his actions.

Trent placed some cookies on a plate and some glassed of milk.

They both ate their midnight snack and went to bed, Trent was first to fall asleep.

Andy stayed up for awhile, he brought his hand up lightly to Trent's face, treading his finger lightly on his lips, his 'stache, eyes, nose, eyebrows and his jawline.

Trent, eyes still closed found Andy's hand that had been tracing his features, and entwined it with his.

"Sleep, luv." peppering light staggering kisses on the scotsman hand.

Trent pushed Andy closer to him, held the back of his neck. The both fell asleep.

It was just them, a relaxing day.

#sucker for these two #andyxtrent #andy robertson #trent alexander arnold #deemed soulmates

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