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paperweight91 · 1 year ago

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The Other Side of Tomorrow - Part 1

Summary: Your boss takes a sudden interest in you at the news of your impending divorce. He’s just being nice though right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: talk of divorce, Lloyd being…Lloyd.

A/N: sooooo this happened. I’m pretty sure that I’m kind of in love with how this is going so far. 😈 please leave allll the feedback and reblogs are most welcome!

You stared at the piece of paper in front of you, not really listening to the conversations happening around you. This wasn’t the place to be doing this. Unfortunately, you had to get this back to your lawyer ASAP. So, here you were in the middle of the lunch room, signing your divorce and custody agreements.

People were bustling around you, laughing, gossiping. Unbothered by the solemn task you had in front of you. There was nothing to read through. You had talked this to death with your lawyer. And his lawyer. And your mother. God that had been a painful conversation. So why were you hesitating? Why couldn’t you just sign and be done with it?

You were so absorbed in your own head that you didn’t even notice when the atmosphere in the lunchroom changed. The others quietly whispering, rather than the loud conversations from before. You felt someone nudge your shoulder before they spoke, “What’s that?” Fuck. Not only had someone noticed you sitting in the middle of the lunchroom staring at your divorce papers, but it was also the CEO of the company. Lloyd Hansen.

You fumbled with the papers, signing them quickly and hiding them in the red folio the lawyer had given them to you in. “N-nothing Mr. Hansen. Just some paperwork I have to get to my lawyer.” To say you were mortified was an understatement. He clucked his tongue and held his hand out. When you just stared at it with a bewildered expression on your face he motioned toward the folio and snapped his fingers impatiently. When you still didn’t move he grabbed the folio from your hand huffing as he opened it.

“Sir that’s, it’s private. Please, give it back.” Tears had gathered in your eyes. Throughout the separation you had prided yourself on keeping up appearances at work. In fact, other than your immediate family and best friend no one knew about your separation and now divorce. No one at the office had even suspected anything, or so you thought.

Lloyd hummed as he looked through the papers quickly, his eyebrow quirked, and you knew he was up to something. Working for Hansen Government Services was great in terms of benefits and hours, but it was the worst to work for Lloyd. The man was all about appearances. From his perfectly kept hair to his shined shoes. The only thing that seemed out of place was the mustache on his clean kept face, but even that was neatly trimmed and maintained. Lloyd seemed to thrive on making everyone around him feel small. You were lucky that you were so low on the totem pole that he had never noticed you before.

To say the man was intimidating was an understatement. Lloyd’s face was blank as he handed you back the folio. You winced as you waited for him to make some joke at your expense. But it never came. The look he gave you as his hand brushed yours confused you. So much so that you didn’t even notice as his thumb stroked against the back of your hand. It hit you all at once. Pity. Lloyd Hansen pitied you. That was a new low.

“I’m sorry Mr. Hansen, I’ll go back to work now.” You sniffed and hung your head as you left the lunch room. You could hear the other staff members whispering. Fuck, this is not what you needed today.

Before you could make it to the door you heard Mr. Hansen call your name. You wiped at your eyes quickly before you turned. “Yes sir?”

“I need to see you in my office. Fifteen minutes.” With that he called one of your colleagues a douche and strutted out of the lunch room.

As soon as he was gone the murmurs began again. The lunchroom suddenly filled with sound from every one still in there. You could feel their eyes on you. Probably judging you. You glared at the few that dared look at you then stomped out of the lunchroom to your desk. Deciding you should check your appearance before your impromptu meeting with Mr. Hansen.

You rushed into the ladies room and saw a couple of the girls from your department. Nothing new. They still hated you. God you hated this place. Not one person was nice, everyone was out to step on each other. Meanwhile you just wanted to do your job, get your pay check and go home. You fixed your makeup in the mirror realizing there wasn’t much you could do about the red rimming your eyes. It would have to do.

You could feel the dread bubbling up in you as you walked to his office. Could feel the eyes of your coworkers as you got closer. Checking your watch you saw you were right on time. You raised your hand and knocked on Lloyd’s door and waited for his answering “Come in” before entering.

He gestured for you to enter and you snapped the door shut behind you. You’d never been in his office before. You liked keeping to yourself. Keeping your head down. Now you had drawn the attention of a shark, and you were terrified.

“Sit.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. His eyes never left the computer screen on his desk. You tip toed to the nearest chair and stiffly sat down. It was the most uncomfortable and ugly chair you had ever sat in. But you weren’t about to tell Mr. Hansen that.

“I’m sorry for what happened in the lunchroom sir. I can assure you it won’t happen again.” You looked down at your hands clasped on your lap. Hopefully that was all he called you in for and he would let you leave so you could wallow in your workday.

“Huh?” He still hadn’t looked at you, and it seemed like he wasn’t even paying attention to you. Why were you even here?

“Uh, I can go sir if you’re busy.” At that his eyes snapped over to you. You could feel him take in your appearance from head to toe. It was like he was undressing you.

“You Sourpuss, aren’t going anywhere.” You flinched at the nickname, but didn’t comment. As you raised your eyes to his you saw that look on his face again, only switching to mirth quickly at your flinch. Pity again. How you hated the way people who knew looked at you now. It was almost enough to make you lose your cool. But you choked down your ire and sat looking at Lloyd.

“Is there a reason you wanted to see me, Sir?” Luckily your tone came out inquisitive, rather than accusatory. You knew why Lloyd normally brought women into his office. He wasn’t shy about it.

Usually they were screaming so loud you could hear them at your desk at the other side of the office, with noise canceling headphones on. They usually quit or were fired within days of being ‘called into Mr. Hansen’s office.’ You never thought you would be ever receiving attention from Mr. Hansen.

“Excellent question: Why. Did. I. Call. You. In. Here.” His eyes were dancing with mirth now, the blue more green as his enjoyment of your misery increased. You sat shocked for a moment before you realized he was actually asking you.

“Umm, I’m really not sure Sir. I-I know you saw my divorce papers and um, and you know, all that. And again I’m sorry for bringing that into the office. My lawyer said I had to get them back before 5, and they’re all the way across town so...” Oh god there was the word vomit. Why were you like this?

Lloyd snorted eyes darting back to his computer screen momentarily as he held a finger up towards you. The longer you sat here the more you hated this man. At the rate he was going you’d wind up working late to make up for this “meeting” of his.

He sighed as he turned back to you after typing out something quickly on his computer. “Fine, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you.” He rested his elbows on his desk, tenting his fingers in front of his face. He was assessing you. “You are the data analyst who is most useful to me right now.” He paused, likely to let you soak in his praise, what an ass. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and opened your mouth to respond, before he held his finger up to you again. “You had your chance Sourpuss, now it's mine.” You flinched again at the nickname, his eyes were sparkling now. “We are being sent on an OP in Oslo. I’m going to need someone on site to mine the data. I want it to be you. Think you can get your brat squared away long enough to get our jobs done?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Mr. Hansen wanted you to go on an OP? Thinking quickly on your feet, you knew this was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up. “I-um-Of course Mr. Hansen. I will just need to know the date of departure and how long we’re expected to be out of the country. But, um, Sir, I’ve uh, I’ve never done field work before. I’ve only ever been remote from head office.”

Lloyd snorted at your eager reply, “Obviously, Sourpuss. I’ll have my assistant send you over the details after our meeting is over. Now what do we say?” He was smirking as he asked his question. With the look on his face you knew the wrong answer would land you in a heap of trouble.

You twisted your fingers and kept your eyes on your lap, “Th-Thank you sir. This is an amazing opportunity, and I really appreciate it. Can I let you know for sure tomorrow once I’ve had time to talk to my hus- I mean ex-husband?”

Lloyd hummed at your response. “Not quite what I was going for Sourpuss, but it’ll do for now.” You dared to glance up at his expression. You weren’t quite sure what to make of it, of him. This was the most conversation you had had with the man since working for him for 6 years.

As you got up to leave his office he slid a card across his desk towards you. “Before you send those papers to your lawyer, give him a call. Tell him I sent you. He’ll get you a better deal, I promise.” Lloyd winked at you before returning to his computer.

You took it as the dismissal it was, and promptly left his office. You were shaken by the bizarre meeting with your boss. You knew the man was awful, you didn’t realize he was unhinged as well. When you got back to your desk you finally looked at the card in your hand. Andrew Barber. It couldn’t hurt to call right?

Glancing around to make sure everyone either had their earbuds or headphones on you quickly dialed the number. “Barber, Grant and Mills, how can I help you?”

Oh god she was just as perky as the blonde that worked at your lawyers office. “Hi uh yes, my boss um Lloyd Hansen gave me Mr. Barbers card and said that he could help me with my uh…my divorce and custody papers. Is there any chance I could speak with him today?”

You hated what the divorce had done to you. You never used to be like this, stuttering, sad, pathetic. You always took charge and were the go-to person in the office and at home. Now, you could barely answer the phone without becoming a stumbling mess.

“Hmmm well Mr. Barber has a pretty packed schedule today, let me put you on a quick hold, okay gun?” Ew did she just call you hun? You had to pull yourself together. This was no way to carry on.

Just as you were debating hanging up the phone a deep baritone picked up on the other side. “Andy Barber speaking.”

You couldn’t believe it, your mouth opened and closed a few times before you were able to get words out. “Mr Barber! Thank you so much for taking my call, I apologize for requesting a call so urgently, but I uh, well I just heard about you today.”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, “Please, call me Andy. Now let’s start from the beginning, I know Lloyd gave you my number. Why don’t you start with your name?”

You could slap yourself, actually you did slap yourself. You quickly gave your name. “I’m sorry Mr.” At his hum you quickly changed to his first name, “Andy. I’m sorry, this whole divorce has just taken a toll on me.”

“It’s not uncommon for that to happen. Lloyd said you have divorce and custody agreements from your lawyer that you need to sign today?” You gave a quick yes. “It’s tight but email me over the agreements, and I’ll have a quick look. If there’s anything I can do, I’ll call you back right away.”

Shocked. That was the only word for it. “Thank you so much Andy, I’m sending everything over now!” You heard his light chuckle at your excitement. “I hate to ask after you’ve made this amazing offer, but could you give me an estimate for how much this would cost all together? Don’t worry I can pay for this consultation, just want to know if I’m eating sandwiches or ramen this week.” You laughed at your own joke and Andy laughed through the phone.

“Not to worry, I’m on retainer with Lloyd and I owe him a favour.”

Wait, what? Just more weird on top of an already bizarre day.

“Thank you, Andy. Truly. You should be receiving the documents in the next 10 minutes.” You walked over to the copy room as you wrapped up the call with Andy. He seemed pleasant for a lawyer, at least more pleasant than your own lawyer.

“No worries at all, I’ll call you soon.” With that the line went dead. You quickly scanned both agreements, and emailed them to yourself. You forwarded the email to your personal email in case Andy decided to hit reply instead of calling. You carefully copied Andy’s email into the to: field and hit send before you could second guess yourself.

As you heard the swoosh of the email sent you felt a new lightness to yourself. Like a weight you didn’t know you’d been carrying was, maybe not lifted but definitely lighter.

You quickly jumped back into your current assignment, not wanting to mess up when Mr. Hansen had been so weirdly kind in one day. You were so absorbed in your data tracking that you almost didn’t notice as your cell phone started vibrating. Recognizing the number as Andy’s you immediately picked up.

“Andy, I didn’t expect you to call right away. Thank you for calling me back so quickly.” You’re definitely gushing, so not cute.

He chuckled before responding, “It's not a problem at all. I took a look at the paperwork, and I’m not gonna sugar coat it, he’s trying to pull one over on you. If you’re okay with it, I’m going to respond today with new demands. I know this has been a drawn out process for you so I’ll make it as quick and easy as I can.”

Were you shocked that your ex was trying to get away with something in the divorce? Not entirely, but did you really want to fight him anymore? That you weren’t sure of.

“Andy, that all sounds good, but I don’t know. It’s taken us so long to get to this point. I just want it to be over.” You could feel the tears and exhaustion coming. The same way you always felt when you got a call from your lawyer. You looked up to see if there was a place for some privacy, deciding the stairwell was your best option you farted over as quickly as you could.

“What if I can guarantee to have him sign by the end of the day tomorrow?” Andy’s response shocked you.

“How is that possible? I’m sure you’re good, but I don’t think you’ve met my ex.” You started to wring your hands as you paced along the edge of the stairwell.

“You leave that to me, I promise we’ll get you sorted. I’m emailing you the revised ask for both custody and the divorce now, as soon as you approve I will contact his lawyer.” Andy’s tone was all business. Your phone pinged with the arrival of the new email and your eyes widened as you took in the lists. Everything was exactly what you had initially asked for with your last lawyer who told you it would never happen after one meeting with your ex.

Before you could stop yourself you were responding to Andy. “Yes, please. If you can get me all of this, you’ll be my new hero.” Your tone was flat, but Andy still chuckled at your words.

“Alright, you sit tight and I’ll call you tomorrow with an update. If all goes to plan I’ll have the papers couriered to your office to sign. Take care.”

You nearly skipped on your way to the break room deciding to reward yourself with some coffee and a day old donut. What you didn’t expect was to find Lloyd there.

“Mr. Hansen! Thank you! Andy thinks he can get me everything my last lawyer said wasn’t possible. I can’t believe it! Thank you so much for this you have no idea how much I appreciate it.” Normally you’d hug someone who had done you a favour like this. There was no way you were going to hug your boss.

He grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “No problem at all Sourpuss. You come in here looking for a pick me up after the good news? I can help with that.” He winked.

Was Lloyd hitting on you? There was no way. “Just coffee and something sweet sir.” You averted your gaze as you grabbed the carafe and filled one of the company mugs. You fixed it quickly and turned to find Lloyd right in your personal space.

“Check your email for the assignment info. If you’re still good I’ll need a response by tomorrow, no later. You got it Sourpuss?” He reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear.

Now that you were closer, you realized how good looking he truly was. When he wasn’t making fun of someone or being an ass in general. He had sharp features, but they didn’t seem harsh. Now that you were closer you also noticed that his mustache almost suited him, almost.

“Yes, sir of course.” He nodded at your response and it was only then that you noticed his hand was still in your hair. It seemed to occur to him at the same time as he quickly yanked his hand back, with a shocked look on his face. He did a quick about face and was marching off towards his office.

You shrugged off the weirdness and celebrated your tiny victory with a coffee and a well earned day old donut while you finished up your work for the day.

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supercap2319 · 1 year ago

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Y/N struggled against his bonds as he looked up at the men watching him intensely. One was smirking and the other one was frowning. "You know I've seen where this kind of stuff heads in fanfiction and porn. The victim gets all hot and horny with the two villain-daddy type bad guys. Oh, the cliché."

Lloyd Hansen smirks. "Oh, someone has a very interesting fantasy. Maybe you'd like us to make it a reality for you? What do you say, Nicky? Feel like helping him out before we torture him?"

Nick Fowler looks at Y/N and takes a drink of his bourbon before he walks towards him, a lustful and crazy look in his blue eyes as Y/N whimpers with a small smile.

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deceitfuldevout · 2 years ago

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Pity Party

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Runaway!Reader

Word Count: +2,232

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Mentions of emotional neglect, Stalking, Kidnapping, Reader is sheltered and has no survival skills, Lloyd being a total creep. Also corny alerrrt.

Author's Note(s): Inspired by yet another Melanie song and idc. Didn't spell check and still don't care! Not a Lloyd fan just bored and started writing.

You were sick of having to take orders from your parents. Sick of trying so hard to be the perfect child. Attending every dance recital, achieving perfect scores, getting into a great college. Only for them to disregard the one day you ask from them. It's one thing for your parents to forget a tournament or anniversary, it's another when it's your birthday.

You cried all morning, locked up in your bedroom. As you lit the candles you thought, did they even care? Hell, did they even bother to see if you were alive?! And no, this wasn't just a small thing. It was the only thing you asked for this year. No presents, no extravagant party, just for them to show up. But when your father cancels last minute for another 'emergency' meeting, it broke your heart. They would never learn. You blew out the candles, wishing to never see them again.

Sometimes you were positive they were purposely going out of their way to avoid you. That's why you've saved them the trouble of doing so, packing only a backpack before sneaking out. You'll save them the trouble of dealing with your existence. That's how you landed at a park all the way across town. Seated on a swing set as you cried to yourself. A forever nomad in your own world, with parents who never understood you.

You check your phone, It was only a few minutes this cursed day was over. Since the day you were born your parents had decided everything for you. Everything from the day you were born had been planned out. From the start to the finish. You could predict exactly how each day went by in your sheltered little life. But tonight would be worse than you could ever imagine. He'll make sure of it.

Stalking you in the dead of night was a lone wolf. Lloyd made sure to hide in the shadows whilst keeping a close eye on the unsuspecting woman. He takes a dab of his pen. Breathing as much of the concentrated water before showtime. He tosses it to the ground, still keeping his eyes on the target. Now what's a girl like you doing out here?

In his eyes, You weren't a grown woman with her own independent thoughts. But a stupid, stupid girl who didn't know any better. He'd set you straight. It'd take some time but you'll learn fast. Shit..what time was it? 11? 12? He checks his watch. About ten til midnight.

He notices a heavy look of sleep had crept on your face. You fight against the urge to yawn. He'll fix that. A pretty little thing like you should have a fixed curfew. Can't let any of the bad men find you. God, forbid you found anyone else like him. He grins from ear to ear. Already imagining you all tied up and stuffed in his trunk. His favorite role play.

What you wore made him audibly groan. He could see the top of your blouse unbuttoned. You wore a loose-fitted summer outfit. One that amplified your figure. He takes note of how your knees press together. Stern on remaining shut. It was a telltale sign of innocence. You must've been raised a lady. Were you a virgin? He sure hopes so. He's never had one before and part of him hopes to soon.

The streetlight reflects off of you in an angelic way. Why the hell were you doing here at this time? More specifically, what the hell were you doing on this side of the city? You hung your head, letting out faint sobs. He sees a backpack and puts two-and-two together. Poor thing must've run away from home. But don't worry, he'll take you in. He'll take you over and over again.

Who knows when another opportunity like this may happen? He had this primal urge to do one thing and one thing only: Hunt. He's a natural-born predator. Trained in the art of stalking prey. You've given him no choice. Teasing him at this late hour. He needs to act on his needs first before anything else. You'll understand soon enough.

"Hey Sunshine." There he was, your very own boogeyman. He starts off with his soft voice, almost sounding concerned, "Are you lost?" the voice is coming from in front of you. Looking up to see the stranger. A man, seemingly in his thirties, dressed in business casual attire, "You waiting on somebody?" he leans in, almost a little too close for comfort. How the did he manage to get so close without making any noise?

"N-no sir." You lean back. Something about him hadn't felt right. In fact, nothing about him felt right. He reeks of danger. He smiles at your response, as if you had given him the right answer, "Good. Then no one will come looking." stepping forward.

"Wait! Wait my parents! They're waiting for me!"

"I thought you said you didn't have any family." his voice sounded more like an accusation. You clutch the chains of the swing, "I...I--"

"I-I-I is not a good answer." he pokes fun at your stutter.

Your eyes grew at the man's response. You stare at him like a deer caught in headlights as your feet now touch the ground. You're off in a split second, making a dash for the street. You felt a strong pair of arms push you from behind, causing you to fall to the ground. You scramble to sit up, turning around to see the perpetrator.

There he stood close to the shadows. Basking in it's embrace as he gazes down at you. He smiles, his eyes squinting slightly. Everything about it seemed nerve wrecking. Although you grew up sheltered. It's didn't take a genius to know danger was--is here. You look up at him with beady eyes and trembling lips.

He notices your eyes starting to water. Oh...you poor thing. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction. Of course, you wouldn't know what to do. You weren't prepared to ever receive this sort of treatment. But today's your lucky day. As you begin to crawl back he takes a step forward. He crouches down to grip an ankle, yanking you across the ground. You wince from the friction, skin now burning.

You flip over to crawl away. That's when he pounces. His body now flush against yours. He coos in your ear, "Now where do you think you're going hm?" his voice raspy with lust. His body now pinning yours to the ground. With one hand around your neck and the other lifting up your skirt. Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to drag yourself away from the perpetrator. He caught both your hands together and pins them. Hearing his belt unbuckling causes ice to run through your veins.

Lloyd secures both yours wrists in a firm grip while fastening them in place. He huffs, "There." panting from the struggle. His hair now a mess. Fixing it can wait. Right now he wants to enjoy his prize. He reaches underneath your skirt, securing his hands around the waistband before pulling down. He groans in disbelief. Never had you felt so weak. This was it, the day you've dreaded since you were a little girl.

Never had Lloyd seen such a pretty pussy. All for him. He sloppily tongues at your folds, dragging his pink muscle along your hole, brushing against the bud a few times before returning to the crease. He collects a thick wad of spit before hacking it on your cunt. Your thighs shook from the sensation. Heat suddenly began to pool at your core. What was he doing?? What in the world was that!?

Moments later you feel a whole new sensation. Something much bigger. No..no! Your eyes began to bulge as he starts to push. This man was going to kill you. If he keeps going he'll rip you in half!

"N-no! nononononononono! W-wait! Please!"

You let out a panicked cry. There was no way that could--would fit. For a moment you couldn't hear or feel anything. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything other than what was about to happen. This man was going to take what he wanted and there is nothing you can do to stop him. You should've never ran away from home.

You felt a deep pit in your stomach. That's when he began to push in. It all happened so fast yet felt like an eternity at the same time.

He began to grind his hips in a rhythem that matched his preference. But there was something about your snatch that has him absolutely whipped. His fingers dip into the flesh of your hips. He starts to pick up pace, plowing in and out your abused channel. Cursing to himself to keep going, almost caving into the warm embrace., "Fuck!" he groans. You felt amazing. He was thankful for how responsive you were.

His rough hands grip your neck, securing you in place as he thrusts deeper in. He strikes your breasts a few times before continuing onto your mound. His fingers spread your folds to tug at your poor bud. Causing a high-pitched squeal to escape your lips. For a moment you felt light headed, spots began to blur in the corner of your vision. This is how your fate would end. There would be no knight in shining armor in this story. He never considered himself to be prince charming. Then another wave of pleasure hits you. Causing all air to escape your lungs.

Your pussy milked him dry. He could physically feel his balls draining each time you'd orgasm. Lloyd wanted more. He needs more. He lifts you up and into his lap, thrusting his thick cock into your leaking channel, “C’mon now princess…open up for me.” he juts his hips up, “Ride me. I said RIDE!” his hand swats at your rear. Causing you to recoil from it. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn't release yourself from his iron grip.

With his stamina It wasn't going to end anytime soon. You might as well comply, carefully lifting your hips up and down with the little energy you had left. He hums from the sensation, "Hmm that's right. Don't fight it." he licks his fingers, rubbing at your poor bud just to feel you cream. He swings his head back, holding back his groan, "Oh fuck!" his face now a vibrant flush. His voice is raspy, "You were stupid enough to run away. Even more for choosing this side of the city."

"P-please let me go-"

"Shut up." he grips your jaw, growling, "Shut the fuck up or I'll take your ass next." he can feel you tightening around him, "Yeah...yeah take it just like that. Like a fuckin whore."

"M-m'notawhore..." you whine. He yanks back your hair, eliciting a cry from your lips, "Ow! Ow! Please stop!" you sob. He growls in your ear, "You're a whore if I say you are. You speak when I tell you to, and when I tell you to jump all I wanna hear is 'how high'. If you say anything else I'll kill you right now." he sneers, gripping the sides of your face until it hurt. You whine from the pressure, letting out a deep sob.

Lloyd shoves you to the grown before thrusting back in. He absolutely indulged in that glassy look in your eyes. A light of hope dying inside. Your arms flail to cover your intimacy. You squirm from underneath him.

At that moment, he hadn't even realized it began raining. Soon enough the water began to flood the park. And this...this monster. This beast decided it would be him to take you. Whether or not you'd be compliant didn't matter. He ruts into you like the behemoth that he was. Thick wads of his spunk leak from your sore channel. You softly cried as you collapsed to the ground. Finally giving out.

He catches his breath. His nose brushes against the back of your neck, licking a stripe against the exposed skin. Salty yet at the same time sweet. He thought for a moment you would've died. You sure sounded like it. The flailing and squirming around with your little tantrum. What felt like forever only took several minutes. Seven minutes of your life you can never take back.

Lloyd looks at his wrist watch. About a minute til midnight. Right on time. He had to wrap this up anyways, can't have your parents waiting. See, he would've brought you home, all you had to do was comply. Lloyd was hired by your old man to track you down. His little lesson may have gone a bit overboard. But how would you ever know if not the hard way. His way.

"Please just...bring my baby home!"

That was the last thing your mother said to Lloyd before he left in search of you.

Whatever your parents didn't know, couldn't hurt them. Shit...he'd have to come up with one hell of a story. A decoy body maybe. Sure, you'd hate him at first. Maybe even forever. He couldn't care less. Don't you see? This was for your own good. Sluts like you had to learn somehow. He takes a drag from his pen, knowing full well he wanted a cigarette so fucking bad.

He chuckles at how easy it was to break you. Not so strong and independent now are we? It took your parents 20+ years to make the perfect girl. Their protégée child, It only took Lloyd several minutes to break you.

He surprised even himself for what had happened. You're supposed to be his mission, and he never fails a mission. His record had been spiff-clean since becoming a private contractor. He chuckles, as if it would change anything. His reputation was nothing less than impressive, a little hiccup wouldn't ruin him if he covers his tracks.

He lifts you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into his car. Carefully securing you in the back seat. It was easy with you already out. He sprawls you across the backseat since the doors only open from the outside. He sits in the driver's seat and starts the car.

Lloyd finger combs his wet hair back, eyeing you through the rearview mirror. He takes note of your shivering. Groaning with annoyance as he turns on the heat. He knows he's not pussy whipped. He just likes toying with you that's all, right?

Fuck it. He's going to keep you. He deserves something special this year. After all it was his birthday.

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emotionalmessss · 1 year ago

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Rules & Masterlist

fandoms I enjoy writing for: hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, code geass, my hero academia, naruto, tomodachi game, & the grey man

characters I enjoy writing for: chrollo, sukuna, dabi, shigaraki, lelouch, & lloyd hansen. I am also open to itachi, toji, megumi, yuji, hisoka, feitan, etc etc

things I will not write: omega verse, necrophilia, somnophilia, pet play, ddlg, human waste, & incest. no shame here, but I do not feel comfortable with those themes. if you are unsure if I am open to writing something, ask/inbox me <3

things I will write: much of my work have underlining themes of yandere & non/dub-con. Im not opposed to writing lighter stuff. I usually write drabbles, headcanons, & full fics (2K-15K words). almost all of my content is character x fem!reader. I write basically anything & would love to hear your suggestions and thoughts <3

requests & such: I'm open to a lot of ideas and concepts. if you want to ask something, please do! I love interacting with you guys! I ask only to let me know if you want a short drabble, headcanon, or a fic. otherwise I will kinda go my own way with it :)

drabbles/images -

headcanons -

chrollo: yandere/se!fharm themes | yandere/escaping

sukuna: flinching/frightened reader | fragile s/o

dabi: previous relations

fics -

sukuna: king of curses | plaything

chrollo: dead end part 1 | dead end part 2 | dead end part 3 | stuck

lloyd hansen: punishments

dabi: revenge | diabolical dealings

shigaraki: diabolical dealings

this is my first masterlist & I know it isn't organized the best. lol I tried :(

I plan to update it as frequently as I can & when I write more

#yandere #reader insert #masterlist #hunter x hunter #jujustu kaisen #my hero acedamia #chrollo x reader #sukuna x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #headcanon #fics #drabble

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thewriterthatghostedyou · 2 years ago

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Meant To Be Yours

Chapter 3

Happy belated Thanksgiving! 😂 Sorry for the wait but I’m shit at keeping a steady posting schedule but y’all already knew that. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also my work is never beta read and always posted from my phone so fingers crossed that the formatting is ok. 🤞🏻

Chapter Warnings: cussing, violence, spanking, mention of past non con, Lloyd being an asshole.

Your vision was blurry from sleep as your eyes opened slowly. Letting out a small yawn, you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, suddenly remembering where you were, but heard no sign of any movement.

Your heart started to pound as the pain in between your legs began to set in as last night’s activities caught up with you. You let out a soft breath as you realized that there was no one next to you in the bed, and no one in the room.

That night didn’t seem to end as Lloyd fucked you again and again, in positions that you didn’t even know your body could do.

You groaned softly as you pushed yourself onto your knees and grabbed the closest sheet to wrap yourself in. You grimaced slightly as you tried to ignore the slight blood stain on the bed as you moved slowly.

‘Please let him not be here.’ You begged silently as you hobbled to the bedroom door and peeked outside of it. The room was empty and you felt yourself relax as you realized that you were alone.

There didn’t seem to be a note of any sort that you could see, so you slowly hobbled back into the bedroom and tried to salvage what was left of your uniform, the only thing that survived Lloyd being your pants and shoes. Fuck. You couldn’t exactly go out in public without a shirt on. You racked your brain, trying to think of what to do when the closet caught your eye. It was stuffed full of expensive looking polos. He wouldn’t realize if one went missing… right? And it was his fault that your shirt was torn to shreds.

Hesitantly, you strode over to the closet, ignoring the sharp pain in every step you took as you reached for the back of the space. After struggling slightly with the hanger, you finally managed to grab a tan shirt that should fit.

After taking another steadying breath, you gathered your pants and shoes together and struggled to get them on. You felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to move slowly. This asshole had to have broken something or bruised it or- no. You couldn’t think about that now. Right now you needed to get out of there and get home. Well, stop at the pharmacy, pick up Plan B, then get home. There was no way in hell that you wanted a reminder of this night.

Thankfully your purse was still closed and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Leaning over slightly, you grit your teeth together tightly to try to ignore the shot of pain rushing up your abdomen. Standing back up, you walked slowly out of the room and pressed the elevator button to head down.

You’d call in sick tomorrow. Call in sick and just spend the day in bed trying to recover from… him.

You nodded slightly to yourself as the door opened.

Yeah. Call in sick and then forget this ever happened. You repeat to yourself, not noticing the small blinking red light that faced the elevator as the doors closed.

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“I hope you’re feeling better, Y/l/n.” Greenway said, not looking up from his microscope as he talked. “I had to take over your culture samples for the day and I’m not doing that again.” He grumbled as you sat down at your station.

“Sorry sir.” You said, pulling out a stack of work from your briefcase. “It was a small cold, it won’t happen again.” You lied smoothly.

After a day spent crying in bed and resting, you finally felt well enough to be able to walk without pain and had to return back to work.

“It better not.” Greenway muttered under his breath.

You said nothing as you started to set up a sterile environment for the microbes you were cultivating. Something about the way you were able to quickly experiment on different cultures calming you down as you worked. While other students found the repetitive actions tiring, you seemed to enjoy the sense of normalcy they brought.

You were about to look at your first sample under your microscope when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. “I’m hurt, sunshine. You didn’t even try to wait for me to get back.”

You froze at the familiar voice and felt the hairs raise on your arms. “You know I came here yesterday to say hi and your supervisor said you were out sick.” You slowly turned around and saw Lloyd leaning on your counter and fiddling with your burner lighter.

You flinched each time he squeezed it hard enough to make sparks as he spoke. “Guess I was a little rough.” He shrugged, turning in the gas for your burner and lighting it with one quick motion. “Still, imagine my surprise to get back after a long day and find you gone.” He pointed the metal stick at you when he said “you”.

“Please don’t touch that, it’s sensitive equipment.” You whispered quietly, looking at the burner flames.

He scoffed at that before slamming the metal lighter on the counter. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” He said menacingly as he walked towards you. “And right now…” He paused as he gripped you by the scalp tightly and dragged you toward the open flame. “I want an apology.” He gripped your skull tightly before slowly lowering you towards the flame.

“No! No please. Please don’t do this.” You sobbed heavily.

He leaned his head towards yours and smiled as he whispered in your ear. “I don’t know…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I left, just please don’t do this, please.” You cried, giving into what he wanted.

He released your head sharply, before nonchalantly turning off the burner. “Alright. I accept your apology.” He said smugly, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. Shushing you as you cried, he softly rubbed your back. “Believe me, I expected this to be a one time thing myself.” He said slowly. “But you are such a sweetheart, I can’t just let you go, and besides, I like how you looked when you wore one of my shirts.”

Tears fell freely from your face as he spoke. “So how about we play hooky today?”

You said nothing, nodding into his shirt defeatedly.

“Great. I already have my men moving your things into my place-“

“What?” You whispered softly. He gripped your chin tightly before forcing you to meet his eyes.

“I was talking, sunshine. And besides, I plan on keeping you close.” He reached behind you to grab your phone and you watched as he gathered your belongings. “As I was saying, we need to work on your wardrobe. You look like professor or a fucking nun.”

You opened your mouth slightly, but shut it quickly remembering his firm grip on your chin.

“Alright put your little science project away. We’re leaving.” Lloyd shoved your bag into your arms and looked around impatiently.

“What?! You can’t be serious!” Greenway shouted, storming over with a huff. “Was yesterday not enough? I told you that I’m not covering for your ass again.”

“I’m sorry boss I just-“ You were shocked into silence as Lloyd stepped in front of you and crossed his arms with a scowl.

“Oh but you are.” He gave the balding man a smug grin. “Pack up your shit sunshine. Now.” His voice left no room for argument and your mind flashed back to what you saw him do to the man in the interrogation. Giving Greenway an apologetic glance, you began to clean up your station and prepared to deep freeze your cultures.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Greenway hissed. “If you leave Y/l/n, your ass is fired. Do you hear me?”

“I’m sorry boss, but-“

Before you could blink and loud crack sounded throughout the room and you gasped as Lloyd launched his fist into Greenway’s face.

“Listen here you little shit.” Lloyd slammed him into the wall of the lab and wrapped his hands around his neck. “We are leaving and you…” He squeezed his throat as he trailed off. “…are going to take care of whatever shit she has to do today or you’ll be the one without your cushy job. Got it?”

Greenway nodded slowly, his eyes widened in fear as Lloyd dropped him with a disappointed huff. “And here I thought it was my day off.” He rolled his eyes as your boss slid to the floor breathing heavily.

“Let’s go.” He firmly gripped your arm and dragged you out of the lab.

You tried to keep your head down as he led you out of the building. The shame seeped through your entire body as you felt your coworkers' eyes bore into you as you passed. How did things get so fucked up so fast?

You stayed silent as you approached the familiar black SUV and slid in.

“Let’s start with Chanel.” Lloyd said to his driver before closing the divider with a grin. “Finally, you are a hard person to get alone, you know that?” He lounged back into the leather seats and wrapped his arm around your waist before yanking you next to him.

“What, nothing to say?” You bit your tongue as his hand slid up your thigh slowly. “Perhaps we could have a little fun on the ride to the store.”

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, shoving his hand off of you with a scowl.

“Come on, I’m about to spoil your bratty ass, the least you could do is let me fuck your mouth.” He shrugged slightly.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You stared out the window, clenching your fists.

“I figured we’d have some work to do, but you really are a slow learner.” You shrieked as he pushed your face into the seat and bent you over his lap.

“You know how many women would die to be in your shoes?” He pulled off your pants as he spoke, ignoring your furious wiggling.

“Stop it!” You shouted, trying to kick his hands away, but only flailing them past his side.

“I’m going to give you the world and all you have to do is shut up and make me happy.” He rubbed your ass slowly, fiddling with the edges of your underwear. “God, the first thing we’re fixing are these granny panties.” You felt tears start to fall as he ripped them off if you. “As I was saying,” He continued. “You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

“I’m sorry Lloyd please.” You relaxed in his arms, hoping that would help calm him down.

“Sure you are.” He scoffed, landing a searing slap to your ass. “I want you to count.” He said with a grin as he landed another blow. “And thank me.”

“Ok ok.” You sobbed, clenching your fists tightly.

“Ok what?” He slapped you again sharply.

“Ok sir.” You sniffled out quietly. You were sure that he wanted you to say it louder, but he let the issue go as he rubbed your stinging skin soothingly.

“Start with three, sweetheart.”

#fanfic #reader insert #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction #court gentry x y/n #court gentry #court gentry x reader #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x reader #six x reader

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unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men · 2 years ago

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Posting a little blurb of my Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale fic

All mistakes are mine and this is a work in progress

Warnings: Implied smut, Lloyd Hansen & Ransom Drysdale (they're both warnings) implied fingering, implied choking. Hope I didn't forget anything

Caught

*header made by the lovely and amazing @lilacevans *

*divider made by @saradika please check both out*

Lloyd strokes your flushed cheek and smiles “Oh yeah? Are you sure sunshine?” You nod and manage to slide onto Lloyd’s lap nuzzling along his neck, letting out a pleased grunt his hands move up and down your back, glancing at Ransom he winks at him “Look at you so bold now sunshine, what brought all this on?” You pout and grumble softly “M’sad and lonely!” Biting on your lower lip you look at both men

“Ran come closer please” He glances at you and rolls his eyes but slides closer to you “Shouldn’t have had so much to drink sweetheart” You poke him in the chest huffing softly “You should be nicer!” Ransom chuckles “Oh yeah and why is that? Because you told me too?” You lean in close and kiss him gasping at how soft his lips are, you feel him pull you tighter. Lloyd smirks and nibbles along your neck making you squirm in Ransom’s lap “Look at sunshine all needy, want us to help hmm?”

You nod feeling Ransom’s hands moving along the zipper of your dress, Lloyd grabs your hair pulling your head back to look at him “We need words sunshine, or have you already gone dumb thinking of us wrecking you?” You lick your lips and moan softly “Yes, I need both of you” Lloyd laughs and bites down on your neck sucking hard while his hand wraps around your throat adding pressure, Ransom watches and smirks “Who would have thought this would get you so eager” Sliding his hand along the zipper he unzips it a bit while his free hand slides up under your dress.

#chris evans #chris evans characters #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x female reader #y/n insert

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 years ago

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Paranoid

Your life is quiet - boring, even - but you’re fine with that. You’re working to get things back on track, and you just need to tread water long enough to make that happen. Then you cross paths with Lloyd Hansen. You aren’t sure exactly how you caught his interest, but you did.

And nothing will ever be the same.

Part One - Warnings for references to poverty and money problems, bad language, Lloyd is an unhinged asshole, threats, threats with a weapon, attempted kidnapping, attempted murder, stalking, misogyny, ineffective authority figures, breaking and entering.

Part Two - Warnings for Lloyd Hansen being unhinged, threats, threats with a weapon, attempted weapons use, non-consensual touching and intimacy, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, biting.

#masterlist #masterlist update #the gray man #the gray man movie #the gray man 2022 #the gray man fanfiction #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #dark fic #dark!fic #spicy #not suitable for minors #minors dni #ink's self reblogs

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sarahowritesostucky · 10 months ago

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The Five Daddies Imagines

Here you'll find all the little factoids and all content about each of your five sugar daddies. Enjoy!

Andy

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

Camping with the daddies

Ari

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile: Primal

Camping with the daddies

Ultimate Vacation Home: Japan

Bucky

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

Camping with the daddies

Lloyd

Lingerie Preferences

Lloyd's Kinks

Ultimate Vacation Home: United Arab Emirates

Camping with the daddies

Steve (Kemp)

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

First Meeting

Ultimate Vacation Home: Belize

Camping with the daddies

#andy barber #ari levinson #bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #steve kemp #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #daddy andy barber #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #sugardaddy #sugarbaby #reader insert #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x reader

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witchywithwhiskey · 5 months ago

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a gift for the bar owner

pairings: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader, soft!dark bar owner!curtis everett x female reader

summary: for curtis's birthday, ari gives you to him for the night.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, drunk sex, intoxication, rough sex, oral object insertion (f receiving), masturbation (m), cumshot, exhibitionism, sadism/masochism, painplay, rough body play, biting, free use, heavy objectification, heavy degradation, humiliation kink, salirophilia (kink for ruining someone's appearance/dirtying them up), somnophilia, cock warming, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (only with ari), pet names (bambi, baby, kiddo), possessive behavior, aftercare, a couple mean hot men—let me know if i missed anything!!!

word count: 7.9k

a/n: ok so i have no excuse for this except i saw a gif of a girl getting wine poured over her face/chest and i wondered who of my characters would do that. and apparently the answer is dive bar owner curtis. so here we are. also please note that this little fic takes place after the chapter of trucker king where curtis and lloyd will be properly introduced so no, you're not supposed to know what exactly reader's tattoo is and yes, i will be revealing that in due time.

trucker king masterlist ● trucker au masterlist

Since Curtis Everett was one of Ari Levinson’s oldest friends—and one of the few people he trusted—your trucker decided that the perfect gift to give his friend for his birthday was you. A whole night where you were nothing more than Curtis’s free use fuck toy.

The only condition was that Curtis had to follow the same rules Ari had set the last time he’d let his friend use you—no kissing, no permanent marks, and no coming inside you. Curtis had quickly agreed, and the plans were set.

Ari hadn’t asked you whether you wanted to be gifted to Curtis for his birthday, but you still thought it was a great idea.

After all, Curtis worked so hard running Everett’s Roadhouse, the dive bar just off the highway that was frequented by Ari and plenty of other truckers, and he deserved a night of having his own personal fuck toy to use however he wanted. It was his birthday, and he didn’t have a girl of his own, so you didn’t mind stepping in for the night.

In fact, after the evening you’d spent with Curtis and Ari’s other oldest friend, Lloyd Hansen—when your trucker had given them permission to use you however they wanted in exchange for some favors—you were excited to be Curtis’s birthday gift. You’d liked the big, grumbling bar owner, and you wanted to make his birthday special.

As part of his gift, Ari had let Curtis pick out what you’d wear. So you strolled into Everett’s Roadhouse on the night of Curtis’s birthday wearing the sweetest little sundress you owned—and nothing else besides the shoes on your feet.

The dress was a bright white cotton with little flowers dotted all over it, and short enough to swirl around your upper thighs. The sweet little garment was at odds with your surroundings in the dive bar, which were grimy and dirty, lit by dim lightbulbs and flickering neon beer signs. It made you stand out immediately.

As soon as you entered the bar, every man in the establishment turned to look at you, their gazes ranging from drunken interest to greedy hunger. Even with Ari at your side, his posessive hand on your lower back, they couldn’t seem to drag their covetous eyes away from you, like you were an oasis in the desert.

It took you a moment to understand the attention, but when you did, a delicious tremor of excitement raced down your spine—you were the only woman in the whole building. The bar was closed for Curtis’s private party, and the only people in attendance were his friends, who were all rough-looking men that you presumed were mostly truckers or old friends like Ari.

You wondered, not for the first time since Ari had told you his plans for his friend’s birthday, what exactly Curtis would do with you. You knew Ari’s rules would save you from anything too unpleasant, but there was so much they didn’t cover. The possibilities of how Curtis might use you made your pussy tingle with anticipation.

Ari’s hand was firm on your lower back as he guided you further into the bar, your wedge sandals sticking slightly to the filthy wooden floors of the roadhouse. The gazes of all the men you walked past slid over your bare skin like oil, the sensation settling heavily between your thighs, where a sensual warmth bloomed.

That warmth only grew the closer you got to Curtis, who stood half a head taller than any man in the bar. The imposing bear of a man was leaning against the bartop, talking with someone about something, his broad shoulders and thick biceps stretching the limits of his black t-shirt. Curtis’s blue eyes were bright in the dingy lights of the bar, contrasting against his pale skin, dark beard and shorn hair.

When you finally arrived at the circle of men gathered around Curtis, Ari gave you a shove through the crowd and you stumbled toward the bar owner. It was only when Curtis fumbled to catch you in his arms—the stench of beer thick on his breath—that you realized he was already so drunk, he could barely stand, and that was why he’d been leaning against the bar.

“Hey there, bambi,” he slurred, his arms loosely circling your waist. His hands slid down to grope your ass, but Curtis must’ve forgotten he was still holding a beer, because you felt it tip. A second later, cold liquid spilled over the plush curves of your ass.

Instinctively, you squealed his name, “Curtis!” The cold beer was running down the valley between your cheeks, making you squirm in his arms. You tried to get away from the spilling liquid, but you ended up pressing closer to Curtis’s massive, burly chest, practically climbing the tall man with your fingers fisting in his t-shirt and your body plastering to his.

Thankfully, Curtis didn’t mind in the least. He managed to right his beer and chuckled, looking down at you fondly, his mouth curled in a devastating smirk even as his eyes were hazy with drink. The alcohol seemed to have softened Curtis’s rough edges, and he appeared almost warm—nothing like the grumbling man you’d met previously.

“Damn, bambi, ya just got here,” he said, loud enough for the men closest to him to hear. “And yer already trying to jump on my dick like some kind of slut, huh?” He chuckled darkly and his friends joined in, making heat creep up your neck and fill your cheeks.

But you didn’t deny it.

Instead, you recovered yourself quickly, forgetting the beer still plastering your dress to your ass and pressed closer to Curtis. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your tits against his broad chest, you enjoyed the way his eyes dipped lazily down to your low-cut neckline.

“I’m yours for the night, big man,” you purred, your body warming and responding to being pressed so tight against Curtis’s muscled chest. It wasn’t difficult to let a seductive smile curl your lips. “You can do anything you want with me.”

A grin spread slowly across Curtis’s face, the expression lecherous on his handsome features as he leered down at you.

Before he responded, though, his gaze shifted over your shoulder, and he gave a quick nod. You knew without looking the gesture was meant for Ari—an acknowledgement that Curtis remembered your trucker’s rules and understood he couldn’t do anything. But close enough.

Curtis’s free hand groped your ass hard as he turned to the crowd, taking a swig of his beer before calling out to his friends.

“Didja hear that fellas?” he crowed, his excited energy riling up the throng of men, all of whom seemed to be as drunk or drunker than Curtis. “Ari’s little cock slut said I get to do anything I want with her tonight!”

A cheer rose up from the crowd, men all around you raising their glasses in the air while they yelled so loud it felt like a physical cloud of excitement. The energy was infectious, an eager grin curving your lips as you looked around at all the truckers and degenerates who were celebrating your objectification as a free use fuck toy.

Out of curiosity, you turned to look for Ari among them. You found your trucker standing still and quiet, watching you, a glass of amber liquid in one hand. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and he wore a devious little smirk on his face that had your body warming with arousal. Even though he wasn’t joining in on the deafening cheer, you knew he was just as excited by the prospect of seeing you used by Curtis as everyone else.

Before Ari could direct you to look back at Curtis, the big man you were plastered against got your attention with his next words, shouted to the crowd.

Curtis had waited until the cheering died down a little to ask, “So what should I do with her first?”

Obscene suggestions were hurled at you and Curtis, men’s voices blending into a cacophony of depravity. The things the crowd wanted Curtis to do to you ranged so wildly from nearly tame to absolutely vile that it made your head spin. Ari’s rules would prevent the worst of the suggestions, but not everything that Curtis’s friends were calling out, and you wondered with a twisted shiver of excitement what your trucker’s friend would pick to do to you.

“POUR YOUR BEER ON HER!”

Curtis’s whole body turned to the voice that had called out that last suggestion, dragging you along with him since your arms were still looped around his neck, his hand still holding your ass. Curtis pointed at his friend with his beer, some of it sloshing onto the floor with the fervor of the gesture.

“Now that’s an idea,” he shouted to the man in the crowd you couldn’t see. Curtis tipped his beer in his friend’s direction then took a swig. He looked down at where you were still pressed against his chest, your body hanging from where your arms were holding onto him. “Get on your knees, bambi.” His voice was rolling thunder, so deep and dark, it sent tiny, pleasurable zaps of lightning through your nervous system.

The speed with which you detached yourself from Curtis and dropped to your knees had the men all around you whistling in appreciation. You heard more than a few of them mutter things like, “What a good, well-trained slut,” and “Gotta get me a girl like that.”

You preened and beamed with pride at the praise, finding Ari in the crowd again and hoping your behavior reflected well on him. He’d been the one to train you to follow orders so well, after all.

Your trucker gave you a small nod of recognition that made happiness burst in your chest, and you turned back to Curtis with a happy bounce of your hips. You couldn’t help but notice the low groans that came as a result of the little movement and you smiled wider.

The wooden floor was sticky beneath your bare knees, but you paid it no mind. You suspected—and you’d turn out to be right—that you’d be dirtier and filthier than even the floor of Everett’s Roadhouse before the night was through. The excitement you felt made you bounce again, making your sweet little sundress flutter around your thighs.

Curtis’s eyes watched the hem of your dress hungrily, seemingly distracted by the movement until he shook himself and remembered what he was doing. Raising his beer, Curtis let the crowd cheer for a moment while you waited with anticipation. From your spot on the floor, Curtis looked even bigger and more intimidating, which made something low in your belly quiver with excitement, heat gathering between your thighs as your thoughts skated away.

A growled question from your trucker’s friend brought you back to the moment.

“Ya ready, bambi?”

Your hands were laying lightly on your thighs, your knees spread on the floor. You were more than ready, and at Curtis’s question, you tossed your head back and pushed your tits out, giving him a challenging smirk as you purred, “Gimme what ya got, big man.”

A half feral grin spread across Curtis’s face, and then he was tipping his bottle toward you, cold beer splashing over your face mere seconds after you shut your eyes. The pungent liquid rolled down your cheeks and slid down your neck, soaking the front of your white dress.

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin, the white cotton no doubt becoming see-through as it was soaked in beer. Your nipples puckered and hardened against the flimsy material, putting on a show for Curtis and the crowd of men around you.

The bar owner emptied the bottle over your face and the front of your body, the beer getting in your mouth and nose, rivulets streaming down over your tits and between your spread thighs. It dripped to the floor beneath you, creating a small puddle on the sticky wooden boards.

All around you, men cheered loudly and lewdly, urging Curtis to degrade you as the filthy slut you were. You grinned at the attention, loving every second of it and knowing that the men were only allowed to witness what Curtis was doing because Ari allowed it. Because Ari had given you to his friend for his birthday, and this was what Curtis had decided to do with you.

When the beer stopped flowing, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking the alcohol from your vision as you stared up into Curtis’s darkened blue eyes. You knew you must look a mess. You’d worn makeup that wouldn’t hold up to such an onslaught, and you had no doubt that your black mascara was streaming down your cheeks and adding to the wreckage of your face. But the way Curtis looked at you made you think he liked it—a lot.

“Edgar, gimme another beer!” Curtis called, keeping his gaze locked on you, his blue eyes dipping down to take in the sight of your beer-stained dress.

The slip of fabric was sticking to your skin and it had become see-through where it had gotten wet. But it wasn’t drenched yet, and you could tell from the glint in Curtis’s eye that he wouldn’t stop until it bared you entirely. Excitement fizzed through you, and you bounced your hips while you waited impatiently for Curtis’s command to be met.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the bartenders open a new bottle of beer and pass it into Curtis’s big, waiting hand. Neither you nor the bar owner took your eyes off each other, and it made the moment all the more intense. For all that you had an audience to your degradation, in that moment, you were there for Curtis, and only Curtis. You were his, if only temporarily, and he seemed to relish that knowledge just as much as you did.

“Ya thirsty, bambi?” he asked, some of the drunken slurring leeching out of his tone as he grinned lecherously down at you. His gaze broke away from you and he looked around at the men gathered close but not touching you, his eyes sparkling with depravity when he met yours again. “Ya want some more?’

Your heart was racing with excitement, the awareness of having so many men watching you thrumming deliciously beneath your skin; you couldn’t help the way your hips bounced with eagerness as you nodded quickly. “Yes, please,” you said sweetly, biting your lip to stop from grinning too wide up at your trucker’s friend.

Curtis’s eyes darkened with sinful intent and you felt yourself growing wet. But the dampness between your thighs had nothing to do with the beer Curtis had poured on you, and everything to do with the fact that you were so turned on by the way he was treating you. And all the while, you could feel your trucker’s eyes on you, a reminder that you were Ari’s and he’d given you to Curtis as a gift.

“Stick your tongue out,” Curtis rumbled, a thread of steel in his voice that made you shiver. In that moment, he reminded you of the grumbling man you’d met when Ari first introduced you to his friends, and you realized you’d missed that side of him. “Show all my friends what a good little slut you are.”

If you could’ve followed the order and smiled at the same time, you would’ve. Instead, you had to settle for submitting to Curtis’s command, sticking your tongue out as far as possible and tipping your head back, letting him see down your throat.

It was an invitation for him to give you more, to give you all he had, and the entire bar knew it. The men surrounding you roared their approval while Curtis offered you a pleased little smirk. It was the nicest he’d ever looked and it nearly made you smile, but you held your position.

“That’s it, open wide, slut,” Curtis encouraged in a low, roughened voice, depraved delight sparking in his blue gaze as he degraded you on the floor of his bar.

The look in his eye and the tenor of his tone made you quiver. Your pussy throbbed more insistently with need the longer you stayed on your knees and submitted to the degradation the bar owner offered. But you channeled that desire into opening your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out a little bit further, catching the approving smirk that flickered at the corners of Curtis’s mouth.

The bar owner nodded at you, took a sip of his new beer, and then, with no other preamble, he tipped the brown bottle over your face, showering you in the bitter liquid.

With your lips open and tongue out, plenty of the beer splashed into your mouth and you swallowed it down as best you could. Despite your best efforts, you choked and gagged a little, tears slipping from your eyes to join the rest of the mess on your face as you endured Curtis’s treatment.

The men in the crowd jeered as you struggled beneath the degrading pour of Curtis’s beer, but he shifted his hand, the cold liquid moving to pour down the front of your body. The stream seemed endless and you could feel the beer soaking into your dress until the entire front of the garment was drenched.

By the time the bottle was empty, you felt half drowned, gulping down air as the beer you’d swallowed sloshed around in your belly. Your head was a little dizzy, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the lack of air, but you swayed a little on your knees, glancing down to find that the entire front of your dress was see-through, your tits and puckered nipples on full display for everyone to see.

At the sight of yourself, your pussy throbbed, your inner walls clenching pathetically around nothing as desire blazed through your body. When you looked up at Curtis, you were certain he could see your arousal in every line of your expression, and he smirked, the expression sharp on his handsome face.

“Y’know, bambi, your dress is a little dirty,” Curtis rumbled, as if he hadn’t been the one to sully it in the first place. But you didn’t care about that, you only cared about the anticipation building in your body. You knew Curtis was leading somewhere and you couldn’t wait for him to get there. “I can’t let you walk around my bar like that, dripping beer everywhere.”

It escaped no one that Curtis’s dive bar was plenty dirty already and a few drops of beer wouldn’t make it much worse, but a cheer rose from the crowd as they caught on to the fact that Curtis was planning something. You bounced slightly on your knees, pouting up at the bar owner and trying to look abashed, biting your lip against a grin.

“What’re you gonna do about it, big man?” you asked sweetly.

Curtis gave you a half-feral grin, the expression more snarl than anything else, and it was your only warning.

Faster than you would’ve thought possible for the big, drunk man, Curtis stooped down and slipped his hands into the neck of your dress, his rough fingers grazing your soft flesh. You let out a quiet little moan that you were certain only Curtis could hear, making him pause for a brief second, his eyes fluttering closed. But then his hands were moving again, yanking on your dress.

In a split second, Curtis ripped your dress right down the center. You gasped loudly as your tits were bared to the crowd of men in the bar, the sound loud in the moment of stunned silence. Your breasts bounced free of their confines, your nipples hardening and revealing to the whole room how much you were enjoying Curtis’s rough treatment.

The cheer that broke out at your nakedness was so loud, it made your ears ring. It also drowned out the sound of rending fabric as Curtis tore the shredded garment from your body, flinging it into the crowd. His eyes were heavy as they trailed down your body, your skin prickling everywhere he looked—your nipples tightening into desperate peaks and your pussy weeping from where it was nestled between your parted thighs.

Curtis’s eyes flared at the sight of the tattoo just above your slit, a reminder of who you belonged to. But you hoped it also reminded Curtis of the first night you’d met him—the night Ari had given you to both Curtis and Lloyd to use how they wanted. Your pussy dripped at the memory, and it seemed Curtis was just as affected, the big man pausing for a moment before he shook himself.

“That’s better,” Curtis muttered, his gaze lingering on your weeping pussy like he wanted to bury his bearded face against your soft cunt. Instead, he dragged his eyes back up your body, the blue of his irises darkened to the color of the midnight sky as he murmured for your ears only, “Look so fucking pretty, bambi.”

You smiled and ducked your head at the compliment, which meant more to you than the obscene catcalls and lewd cries from the crowd around you. It was a reminder of the friendship that you and Curtis shared. You may have met because he was one of your trucker’s oldest friends, but you hoped Curtis knew you thought of him as your friend too.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking up at the bar owner from under your lashes. “Are you enjoying your birthday?”

Something resembling a grin curved the edges of Curtis’s mouth, the expression nearly hidden in his beard. His eyes slid away and looked up, and you knew without having to check that he was looking at Ari again. Before you could discern what the glance meant, though, Curtis was chucking you under the chin and saying, “I am, thanks to you, bambi.”

Your heart gave a happy little flutter, but before you could respond, Curtis was standing up and waving his arms to get the crowd to quiet down. “What d’ya think fellas, is Ari’s little cock slut dirty enough yet?”

The beer that had already been poured on you was starting to dry into a sticky, tacky layer on your skin, but your pussy dripped at the thought of Curtis wanting to make you even filthier. And it seemed his friends liked the idea as well, because they cheered so loud, it felt like the floor was shaking beneath your knees.

Edgar the bartender already had a beer open and waiting for Curtis when the big man turned to grab one. That time, the bar owner didn’t even need to command you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue—you did that all on your own. Curtis’s smirk was pleased and his blue eyes glimmered with fondness as he tipped the beer over your face, pouring the liquid down your throat and over your body to the cheers of all his friends.

For the better part of the next hour, Curtis took his time defiling you while you sat, naked and on your knees, in the center of his bar, enduring it willingly as the free use toy he’d been given for his birthday. A good amount of the alcohol that didn’t run down over your tits and splash over your pussy went down your throat, and it wasn’t long before your head began to swim.

Still, your body felt heavy with desire, your nipples tight and desperate to be played with, your cunt pulsing and aching to be filled. It was only because Curtis seemed to be having so much fun, his friends urging him on to make you dirtier and filthier, that you didn’t break down and beg him to fuck you.

But you couldn’t help the way your body was responding, your mouth falling slack at the teasing slide of liquid over your puckered nipples. If you arched your body just right, and spread your thighs wide enough, you could feel the trickle of beer over you clit, and it made a low moan slip from your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Curtis’s dark chuckle from above was your only warning. At that moment, he shoved the neck of his beer bottle into your mouth, pushing your lips wide and making you gag as your eyes flew open in surprise.

“That needy little mouth is begging to be fucked, bambi,” the bar owner growled, quickly unzipping his fly and wedging the bottom of the beer between the zipper’s teeth so he could hold your head in both hands and fuck you with the glass bottle. “Take it, cock slut, fucking take it,” he grunted obscenely.

All you could do was choke and struggle, the remainder of the beer sloshing down your throat and joining the rest in your belly. Your fingers fisted in the denim jeans encasing Curtis’s thick thighs, but you didn’t push him away. It felt good to finally have one of your holes used, even if you were being fucked by Curtis’s beer bottle instead of his cock like you’d wanted.

Your jaw hurt by the time he pulled away, your lips swollen from being wrapped around the wide glass. Your body swayed unsteadily on your knees, arousal dripping down between your thighs and joining the mess of beer on the floor. The cheers of the crowd had faded into a constant rumble, and you smile dazedly when they urged Curtis on.

Suddenly, a big bear paw of a hand was wrapping around your upper arm and you were being hauled to your feet. Blood rushed to your legs, your head swimming and lolling to the side as you tried to find your footing. But standing seemed impossible—and unimportant as arousal burned through you, making you whimper and whine desperately. You hoped someone would fuck you soon.

Curtis chuckled at your pathetic noises, the husky sound sending shivers down your spine as his lips grazed your ear. “You’re not too drunk to fuck, are ya, bambi?” he asked in a low, growly voice as he pressed his hips against you, his hard bulge digging into your belly.

When you’d first walked into Everett’s Roadhouse that night and saw the state of the bar owner, you’d thought there was no way he’d be able to fuck you with how drunk he was. But the hour spent pouring so many bottles of beer over your body instead of drinking them had sobered Curtis up enough to get hard. He was stiff and twitching and pressing into you through his jeans and you wanted him to bury his cock in you.

Your dazed smile widened into a giddy grin and you tipped your head back, blinking your eyes a few times to get your vision to focus enough to see Curtis’s face. “It’s your birfday, big man,” you said, your voice more slurring than sultry, a hiccup interrupting you and making you pause. “I’m use to yours.” Your expression scrunched into a confused pout, knowing your words weren’t right, and tried again. “I’m yours to fuck.”

Curtis was laughing as he hauled you over to one of the pool tables off to the side of the bar, and tossed you down on the green felt. You lay limply on your back, staring up at your trucker’s tall friend while he glared at the guys who’d been playing a game on the table. Their grumbling quickly cut off and Curtis returned his attention to you.

The crowd shifted to gather around the pool table while Curtis pulled out his cock, which was just as massive as the rest of him. The thick length lay against your mound, the girth covering much of the tattoo there, the tip nearly reaching your belly button. Your inner walls clenched in anticipation of taking Curtis inside you—you couldn’t wait.

“Gimme, gimme,” you mumbled, spreading your thighs wide and pushing your pussy up against the stiff, velvet-wrapped steel of Curtis’s cock. It twitched against your mound, precum dripping onto your belly and joining the mess on your skin.

Curtis chuckled at your antics, rumbling, “Alright, bambi.” The bar owner grabbed your thighs, pushing you wide as he pulled his hips back, lining up the tip of his big cock with your entrance. Without any warning or preparation, Curtis barreled into your cunt, burying his big cock to the hilt with one thrust.

Instantly, stinging pain and scorching pleasure cut white-hot through the core of you, overwhelming your mind and leaving your body to react however it wanted. Your head was thrown back, and your lips parted to let out a piercing scream that shattered through the noise of the dive bar.

“Fuck yeah, bambi, scream for me,” Curtis groaned, his big hands kneading your thighs, fingers digging into your plush softness hard enough to hurt. He pulled your body into his, managing to grind his cock even deeper into your pussy, wrenching another, surprised shriek from your lips.

You felt like you were being split in half, pain and pleasure ricocheting through your body fast enough to make you dizzy, your drunken mind unable to tell the difference between the two. All you knew was that it was so much, so overwhelming, and your hands reached out above your head, searching for something to cling to as your mind splintered and your body trembled from the sensation of being split open on Curtis’s cock.

Two warm hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pinning them to the rough felt of the pool table, leaving you powerless to Curtis’s massive cock. He was rocking his hips in tiny little thrusts, the tip of his length battering against your cervix and wringing helpless little whimpers from your lips as your hazy eyes searched above you for the man pinning you down—somehow knowing before your gaze collided with the familiar blue of your trucker’s eyes that it was Ari.

His face was hovering above you, upside down as he leaned over the table to catch your gaze. The edges of Ari’s features were blurred, but you would’ve recognized your trucker even if you were blackout drunk—even if you were so intoxicated you were more unconscious than not.

Ari’s face was like a star, familiar and steady, and you smiled happily up at him, your heart warming when you noticed the pride in his gaze.

“You’re doing well, baby,” Ari rumbled, his features sharp and his expression hard. But deep in the blue depths of his eyes, you could see the affection you knew he felt for you. “You’re being such a good fuck toy for daddy’s friend on his birthday.”

You giggled, squirming happily on the pool table, your face upturned to your trucker, your attention completely diverted from Curtis and his cock, even as he still fucked you. You were having fun with the bar owner, but nothing and no one would ever be able to come between you and Ari. You were his, always, and he knew it.

Ari leaned down, and you thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but you should’ve known better. Ari’s teeth nipped the soft lobe of your ear, making you moan, before he spoke words meant only for you.

“When Curtis is done, I’m gonna fuck your filthy little cunt, kiddo, so don’t pass out,” he rumbled, the twisted promise making your cunt clench around his friend’s cock. “Or do, it doesn’t matter to me.” Ari sank his teeth into the bone at the corner of your jaw, biting you hard enough to make you cry out. “I’m gonna use your holes whether you’re awake or not.”

A helpless moan slipped from your lips, your legs spreading wider instinctively at the thought of your trucker using your cunt to get off while you lay unconscious in his bed. You smiled adoringly up at Ari, blinking your eyes slowly. It took you a moment before your swimming vision could focus on Ari’s face, and when he saw he had your attention, he jerked his chin sharply at his friend, commanding you wordlessly to look back at Curtis.

You did, following your trucker’s order immediately, finding the massive bar owner watching you and Ari with a look on his face you couldn’t quite identify. The only way you could describe it was…openly gluttonous. Curtis looked like he wasn’t merely jealous of what you and Ari had, he looked like he would’ve stolen you away from his friend if there was any chance in the universe you’d look at him the same way.

But there wasn’t, and Curtis’s expression shifted as he resigned himself for having the piece of you that Ari had given him for his birthday. It would have to be enough, because even though his cock was inside you, you were still Ari’s and Ari’s alone.

Curtis grabbed a beer off the edge of the pool table and chugged half of it. As he set it back down, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and leaned over you, his big hands grabbing your thighs again, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

The pain only made your arousal flare hotter and you smiled up at your trucker’s friend, murmuring, “Happy birthday, big man.”

“Thank you, bambi,” he muttered, low enough that you knew it was just for you. Then a smirk spread across Curtis’s face, his eyes lighting with filthy desire. “Now, scream if my dick’s too big for your tight little cunt, ya filthy slut.”

With that, Curtis pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your grasping channel, then he slammed inside you. Even with your body having adjusted to the sheer size of him, his hard, brutal thrust pulled a scream from your throat, your back arching up off the table and your wrists pulling against Ari’s hold.

Curtis laughed loudly as the crowd cheered, the big bar owner setting a ferocious pace as he fucked you hard enough that you knew you were going to be sore for days. But you loved it. You loved the pain and the pleasure and the roaring of the crowd as Curtis fucked you in front of all his friends.

You loved the way Ari’s hands held your arms pinned above your head, how it bared your tits to Curtis, who bent over your body to finally suck on your aching nipples. You loved the way Curtis’s beard rasped against your skin, making you shiver as your pussy clenched hard around his thick cock.

Your mind floated deliriously through the waves of pleasure and pain crashing over your body. You felt drunk on cock and alcohol, not knowing how much time passed as Curtis fucked you, but it seemed to go on forever. Your body was wound so tight for so long, you reached a point where you didn’t know if you were even going to come, or if you were simply going to hover on the edge for the rest of eternity.

“Look at me, bambi,” Curtis growled, dragging your attention back to his handsome face.

It was only then that you realized you’d been staring up unseeingly at the ceiling of the bar, the golden and neon lights swimming through your vision as you lay limply beneath your trucker’s friend.

Curtis’s blue eyes were dark and his mouth was twisted into a desirous snarl, his beard making him look like a feral beast as he pounded into you.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, d’you hear me?”

Words escaped you, your tongue simply lolling out over your bottom lip when you opened your mouth to respond. All you could manage was a frantic whine as you bobbed your head in a nod.

“Good slut,” Curtis grunted, one of his hands falling to your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit between your slippery folds. “Come on my cock, bambi, c’mon, come on my big dick like a good little cock slut.” The rough pad of his thumb rubbed your slick, puffy clit unrelentingly, and suddenly, you were tipping over the edge.

Your mouth fell open wider and your spine arched up off the pool table as you screamed, your release crashing over you, wave after wave of pleasure hurtling you closer and closer to a darkness that wanted to claim you. But you clung to consciousness, your scream turning into a high, keening whine that could’ve been a sign of pain or pleasure.

Your release seemed to spur on Curtis and he rutted into you, fucking your clenching pussy as he watched pleasure contort your face and body. Then, with a final grunt, Curtis pulled himself free from your body. He jerked his cock in a big fist until he spilled all over your belly, making sure none of his come fell anywhere near your pussy or the tattoo there.

Curtis’s chest heaved, his eyes distant and dazed with pleasure as he wrung every last drop of come from his cock, and you watched him with the satisfied smile of a job well done.

When the last rope of his come had splattered, warm and sticky, against your belly, Curtis finally sucked in a deep breath and grabbed the beer handed to him from the crowd. He took a deep swig while he tucked his cock away with the other hand.

“Thanks, Levinson,” Curtis rasped, tipping his bottle to your trucker, who just nodded. Ari’s hands were idly massaging your wrists and you melted onto the rough felt of the pool table, knowing your trucker would take care of you. Curtis turned his blue eyes on you, and he tipped his bottle to you as well. “Always a pleasure, bambi,” he said, a genuine look of appreciation on his face.

You were about to respond, but then Curtis turned his beer over and he used the alcohol to wash his come from your skin. You squealed loudly when the cold liquid rushed over your heated skin, instinctively bringing up your legs to curl into yourself, making the crowd laugh and jeer.

When the beer was empty and his spend was cleaned from your skin, Curtis stumbled away into the crowd, the big man being swallowed up by the well-wishers and revelers congratulating him on fucking you good. Since you knew Curtis was done with you, you looked up at Ari, twisting your hands to wrap your fingers around his arms.

“Can we go now, daddy?” you asked softly.

Ari nodded and gathered you up from the pool table, setting you down on the edge while he pulled off the flannel shirt he’d worn over a white t-shirt. He tugged it over your head and helped you get your trembling arms in the sleeves, then ducked down to brush a kiss to your lips. The events of the night were catching up to you, and you were drunk and exhausted, but you sighed into your trucker’s mouth.

“You did good tonight, baby,” Ari murmured against your lips, and your heart felt like it was suffused in the warmest sunlight. Ari’s praise made you feel lighter than air, even as he pulled away.

You smiled up at your trucker as he straightened, staring at Ari like he was your whole world, which he was. His eyes were the softest you’d ever seen them as he stared right back at you, the tiniest smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Just then, Lloyd materialized out of the crowd and Ari finally looked away from you to exchange a loaded glance with his other oldest friend. Lloyd seemed to be much more sober than Curtis, and he helped your trucker lead you to the bathroom, where Ari cleaned you up a little and let you relieve yourself after all that you’d had to drink that night.

Then, Lloyd cleared a path through the drunken crowd while you and Ari followed. Between the two men, no one dared to try to touch you, and you sank into Ari’s side, feeling safe with your trucker as you looped your arms loosely around his waist. He smelled familiar and wonderful and you didn’t even try to hold yourself back from burying your face in his chest even as you kept on walking.

Lloyd pushed open the door of Everett’s Roadhouse and you sighed happily when the cool night air brushed against your heated, still slightly sticky cheeks. Gravel crunched beneath the soles of your sandals, and you blinked your eyes in the darkness until they focused enough to see Ari’s big, black truck looming in packed parking lot surrounded by other long-haul rigs.

“Drysdale’s gonna have a lot of business tonight after that show your girl put on,” Lloyd commented, casting his gaze across the expanse between Everett’s Roadhouse and Diesel Dolls, the strip club on the other side of the parking lot. Lloyd snorted and adjusted the front of his pants, and it was only then that you noticed the sizable bulge there. “Including me,” he muttered.

Your hazy thoughts strayed to the strip club, and you couldn’t help but imagine Lloyd getting a lap dance from a beautiful stripper. The tattoo artist sitting back on a plush couch while a gorgeous woman gyrated on his lap, his fingers twitching to grab her and touch her and defile her the way you knew Lloyd liked.

You didn’t even think to picture yourself as the stripper. Instead, in this little fantasy, you were sitting on Ari’s lap, your trucker’s cock buried in your cunt. Maybe he’d even let you get your own lap dance from Lloyd’s stripper, your body pressed between Ari’s and the other woman…

Your body lurched forward and if it wasn’t for Ari’s firm grip on your waist, you would’ve gone sprawling across the parking lot. For the rest of the walk to Ari’s rig, you tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not let your mind wander so you wouldn’t end up feeling more sore than you already were.

When the three of you came to a stop beside the driver’s side door of Ari’s truck, Lloyd let his eyes slide to you before moving quickly to your trucker.

“I hope you had a similar gift in mind for my birthday, Levinson,” Lloyd said with his usual oily charm, his mouth curling into a smirk beneath his well-groomed mustache.

“We’ll see,” Ari rumbled, but his tone was good-natured. You couldn’t help the way your body clenched at the salacious, and somewhat victorious smile Lloyd shot your way.

But the events of the night were weighing heavily on your shoulders, exhaustion creeping into your bones, and you didn’t have the brainpower to wonder what Lloyd might do with you if you were gifted to him on his birthday. Even if you knew you’d have just as much fun with Ari’s other friend as you’d had with Curtis.

“Daddy,” you whined softly, burying your face against Ari’s beefy chest. His hand squeezed your hip possessively and he said his goodbyes to Lloyd, then helped you into the truck, making sure he was the only one who could see the way your pussy flashed as you climbed into the cab.

Ari followed you up and locked the door behind him while you crawled into the cot in the back, laying down on top of his soft blankets despite the sticky residue still clinging to most of your body. Ari pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his pants, then joined you in the narrow bed.

Your body melted at the familiar comfort of his weight behind you, and you began to relax as sleep tugged at the edges of your awareness. But when Ari’s cock pressed hot and hard against your bare ass, you remembered his promise from inside the bar, how he said he was going to fuck you whether you were awake or not. You moaned softly while he bunched up the flannel shirt you still wore around your waist.

Your face was already pressing into the soft pillow on Ari’s bed, your eyes closed, but you arched your back and pushed your ass against Ari’s hard length, inviting him to slide inside your slick cunt. You were sore from Curtis’s fucking, but wet again for your trucker. You were always wet for him, your body craving the feeling of his cock filling you up in the perfect way that only he could.

“Ya gonna stay awake for me while I use your messy cunt, cock whore?” Ari rumbled into the back of your neck. The flat of his tongue swiped up the column of your throat, wringing a soft whine from you as he licked the beer from your skin. It felt so good, sending shivers down your spine and raising goosebumps all over your body. “Or did my friend wear you out?”

All you could manage was an unintelligible mumble, the sound muffled by the pillow crushed beneath your face, as sleep pushed more insistently into the border of your wakefulness. Ari’s deep chuckle rumbled against your spine, making you even wetter for your filthy, perfect trucker.

“Go to sleep, kiddo,” Ari murmured in your ear, his hand sliding over your hip to press against your lower belly, his fingertips grazing the tattoo that was branded into the skin of your mound, just above your pussy. His touch moved your body slightly, arching you enough for the head of his cock to find the slit of your cunt. “Let daddy use your tight little hole while you get some rest.”

Ari slid inside your pussy slowly, pressing the air from your lungs as he took his time impaling you on his cock. Your aching inner walls clenched around him desperately, pain and pleasure flaring to life and zinging through your exhausted limbs. A rough, greedy grunt rumbled in Ari’s chest, the sound softening into a warm, satisfied groan once he was fully seated inside you.

It hurt a little to be stretched out around Ari’s cock so soon after taking Curtis’s pounding, but when your trucker wrapped his arms around you, holding you cocooned in the cage of his broad chest while he rocked his hips almost gently against your ass, you felt yourself melting into him. Ari’s lips and tongue worked against your neck, licking sticky beer from your skin, his beard deliciously familiar while he set an almost soothing pace as he fucked you.

Despite the soreness between your thighs, and the tiny zings of pleasure thrumming through your body from Ari’s cock rocking into you, your exhaustion was too great and it wasn’t long before you were slipping into the warm comfort of sleep. That night in Ari’s truck, you fell asleep with a blissed out, cock drunk smile on your face, happy as could be to be in your trucker’s arms.

You may have spent much of the night as a gift for the bar owner your trucker called a friend, and you were glad you could be part of making Curtis’s birthday special, but you would always belong to Ari. And you would always end your nights in his arms, because that was where you wanted to be and where you belonged—with your trucker, Ari Levinson.

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thewriterthatghostedyou · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!!

Hope you all have a wonderful holiday, and to celebrate, I’ve decided to write seven one shots and release them one day at a time leading up to Christmas Day when I’ll release an x reader fic with a surprise character. 👀 I’ll post the first fic on December 19th!

Hope you enjoy! (I hope you like the Christmas card I made lol. It was hard to find a template that would fit everyone 😂)

Schedule

19: Darkling x reader (cookie decorating)

20: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ugly Christmas sweaters)

21: Six/ Court Gentry x Reader (decorating the tree and dancing to Christmas music)

22: Billy Russo x Reader (mistletoe)

23: Lloyd hansen x Reader (Elf on the shelf)

24: Moon Knight Boys x reader (Meet the family)

25: (surprise character x reader) (Gift giving)

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year ago

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Omg girrrrl please do number 11 next on your kink list 😭😭😭

Kinktober - Somno

A/N: Hi! This is a short Drabble that I’m not very happy with-I think I’ll rewrite this idea at some point, a bit more detailed. I’ll definitely practice writing somno more. Well, I hope you’ll still like it!

Summary: Lloyd finds you asleep after coming from work late.

Warnings: consensual somno, sleeping pills, v in p, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Sighing, Lloyd opened the front door quietly entering the house when he noticed the quietness and turned off lights.

And this meant you were asleep, he always asked you to leave the hall light on if you weren’t asleep yet to know to behave quietly.

Yet his half hard cock reminded him he’d disturb your sleep anyway.

So after taking a quick shower he quietly entered the bedroom, carefully laying down next to you as you were sleeping sweetly.

Lloyd wrapped his arms around you, gently pushing you more onto your side and your leg a bit higher, til he was able to press his hips against yours. Not wearing any boxers his cock was already pressing against you, making him sigh in pleasure. Your warm skin was exactly what he needed after a stressful day…but even more your pussy. And he knew you hadn’t anything against it if he’d…just take what he needs.

He carefully pushed your panties to the side, before rubbing his cock head against your folds. You moved your leg a bit higher than before, pressing yourself back against him.

A smug smile crept onto his lips when he felt how even asleep you wanted him.

He reached around you, his hand slowly moving down to your crotch and rubbing your clit over the material of your panties before tracing over your mound. He pushed your panties to the side before rubbing his fingers through your slit, collecting the wetness.

To his surprise you didn’t wake up yet, even though your hips jumped slightly when he pressed his finger into your tight channel, his palm rubbing your clit, feeling your walls clench around his finger as he inserted a second one, moaning quietly into your ear while he grind his cock between your ass cheeks. “My perfect girl”, he mumbled quietly in your ear, losing how he could do anything he’d want to right now and knowing you wouldn’t wake up.

When he had first started dating you he’d never thought you’d come up with the idea of letting him fuck you while you’d be asleep.

He loved this about you.

Your crazy ideas.

Just as crazy as his.

Well, maybe not that much.

Finally Lloyd pressed his cock into you slowly, holding back a moan when he finally buried his whole length in your tight cunt. “Always so good for me”, he sighed, immediately pounding his cock into your cunt.

The quick and harsh movements slowly woke you up from your deep sleep, making you gasp quietly. “Lloyd..”, you whispered barely audibly but didn’t move at all, still feeling so tired. “Hello sweetie, I’m so happy to be back home”, Lloyd moaned against your ear, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body to hold you close as he emptied his load in your cunt.

You giggled quietly when you felt Lloyd bury his face into your neck, kissing your skin softly. He was out of breath as he closed his eyes, cuddling up against you even closer. “This…we Need to do this again”, mumbled the man.

Nodding you placed your hand into his, sliding your fingers between his. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Maybe…soon we can do it the other way around, next time you’ll take a sleeping pill”, you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip at the idea of what you could do to Lloyd if he’d be asleep.

When you tried to move away Lloyd immediately held you in place, shaking his head against your neck. “No-I want to stay like that”, he mumbled, pressing his half hard cock back into your pussy, feeling your warm walls hug his length. “You’ve no idea how good this feels…”

He whispered grinding his hips against yours, just enjoying this moment. Hearing no reply he could tell you were once again asleep.

A little smirk crept onto his lips. You sure wouldn’t have anything against a second round…

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 years ago

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Paranoid - Part Two

Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (no use of y/n). This fic is dark and this is the darker of the two chapters. Mind the warnings!

Rating: Explicit, NC-17, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,600

Warnings: Lloyd Hansen is unhinged, threats, threats with a weapon, attempted weapons use, non-consensual touching and intimacy, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, biting.

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“Try anything cute with that phone, sleeping beauty, and I’ll put a bullet in you.”

You froze at the sound of Lloyd Hansen’s voice. Somehow, you managed to reply, “It didn’t work out very well for you last time.”

“I came prepared,” he assured you, and the sound of a gun being cocked hit your ears, followed closely by an echo of the same noise.

You lifted your head from the pillow to stare at him incredulously. You could scarcely make out his shadowed form in the darkened room, but there was enough ambient light to manage. “You needed two guns to assault a woman in her hotel room?”

“After the bullshit you pulled last time?” He aimed one of the guns at you and started to move. The cold white light of a streetlamp filtering through the gap in the curtain rippled over his silhouette as he approached. “Absolutely.”

“I didn’t pull anything!” you snapped. Arguing with an armed and hostile man who had just broken into your hotel room wasn’t wise, but you were exhausted and scared and struck by the terrible unfairness of it all. “Your gun jammed!”

“And then you punched it out of my hand and ran in a pattern that even I couldn’t shoot,” he countered. “That means you have some kind of training.”

“I don’t have any training,” you insisted.

“No training and you got the best of me?” Lloyd shook his head. “Unlikely.”

You bit down the hysteria that was threatening to bubble up, forcing yourself to take a deep breath instead. “I didn’t get the best of you. I didn’t crash my car into a building or punch you unconscious or even get my purse back. I just barely managed to get away.”

“I know, I read your statement,” he informed you. “Adorable. And you even made friends with Navarro.”

You stared at him, startled and dismayed that he knew everything about the police station after only a few hours. “Navarro, did he…?”

“Tell me about you?” Lloyd prompted when you trailed off. “No, he’s an upright cop. Only one in the fuckin’ country, more’s the pity. Otherwise I would have recruited him a long time ago. Of course, you only have my word that he’s not working with me and, somehow, I get the feeling that you might not trust me.”

When you didn’t reply, Lloyd laughed, the expression leaving the cold malice in his eyes untouched. “Well, since you’re not feeling chatty, I’ll have to make my own entertainment. You naked under there?”

He nudged the sheets with the pistol in his left hand and you shook your head. He grabbed at your ankle and made a face. “You’re sleeping in jeans? That can’t be comfortable. Take ‘em off.”

You stared at him and he held his right gun a little closer to your head. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

With shaking fingers, you reached beneath the sheets and undid the button and zipper of your jeans, managing to take them off without exposing yourself to the burning scrutiny of Lloyd’s gaze. When you finished, you couldn’t help but give a small, triumphant look at your captor.

“Cute,” he commented, ducking slightly beyond your visual field. When he came back up, he was only holding one gun, and he tucked it into the back of his waistband. You made a careful note of that - there was a weapon somewhere in the room. Even if you didn’t know exactly where it was, there was a possibility you could use that to your advantage…

Unfortunately, now that his hands were empty, Lloyd snagged the edge of the sheets so he could flip them away from you himself. When he did, he frowned, “I think you missed something, sunshine.”

You glanced down, knowing it was your modest pair of underwear he was eyeing with such displeasure. “You said to take off my jeans, not anything else.”

When the hit came, it was somehow unexpected. Thankfully, it was open-handed, but it was still enough to leave you dazed. “The right response is, ‘Sorry, Lloyd’. Or ‘Sorry, Sir’, but I don’t wanna be that formal.”

His tone was casual, completely at odds with the violence of the hit. You didn’t reply, waiting for the wave of pain to subside, but Lloyd didn’t feel any need to let you recover. Instead, he gripped the soft fabric of your underwear and snapped it off of you, uncaring of the way the cloth bit viciously into your hips as he did so. Your thighs were pressed tightly together, but he still worked the scraps clear, tossing them off into the depths of the room as he did so.

“What do you think I’ll want you to do next?” Lloyd asked, sounding almost playful.

“Take off my shirt, probably.” You could not have sounded less playful, which was perfectly fine with you.

“I couldn’t care less about your shirt,” he denied. “I have access to everything I need right now. You think I care if you get off?”

“I would be shocked if you’ve ever gotten anyone off,” you muttered, already preparing yourself for the next slap when it rocked your head to the side.

“You got a real smart mouth,” Lloyd commented. “Maybe later, we’ll see how well you use it on other things. But for now, spread those legs, princess.”

You shook your head, sitting up further and pressing yourself back against the headboard. Lloyd’s mouth tipped into a sadistic smirk. “You wanna do this the hard way? Lucky for you, I’m into that.”

He leaned forward and you made your move, pulling him closer to you until he was pressed against your chest… and you could draw the gun from the back of his waistband. Lloyd’s befuddled face almost made you laugh, but you were too busy kicking him away and scrambling out from under him.

Everything was still when you were facing him once more. You had basically switched places: you were perched on the end of the bed with Lloyd sitting back against the headboard. Unfortunately, there was a smirk beneath his terrible mustache.

“Do you really think I would leave a loaded gun where you could get to it?” he asked mockingly. “I’m not an amateur. Now why don’t you-”

The instant his hand extended in your direction, you pulled the trigger. There was an empty-sounding click, but you kept dry-firing anyway, even if just from frustration that Lloyd had managed to outsmart you again.

Lloyd’s look of shock seemed genuine, the first expression you had seen him wear that didn’t seem painted on for someone’s benefit. “Seriously? Don’t you know bullets travel through walls? I don’t care, but I figured you would.”

In an instant, he had grabbed the gun from your grip, tossed it to the bedside table, and flipped you over his hip. You were pinned to the bed, thighs spread around his hips as he ground himself against you. He continued speaking as if nothing had happened. He didn’t sound winded in the slightest.

“No hesitation at all on the trigger,” he mused, studying your face. Even in the flat white light from the streetlight outside, you could see the stunning blue of his eyes. It was unfair for something so beautiful to belong to someone so repulsive. “You’re a little crazy, huh?”

The words weren’t exactly complimentary, but the way he said them… The note of admiration in his tone put you on-edge. Before you could do anything more to process it, his mouth was on yours.

Kissing, for you, had always been an expression of caring or affection. Lloyd didn’t seem to feel that way. He seemed to treat a kiss like a display of power, sweeping through your mouth and cataloging everything before he moved on to battling you for dominance. You couldn’t breathe by the end of it, too invaded by him and overwhelmed by his needless intensity.

When he finally allowed you to pull away, Lloyd delivered a final slap. “You really shouldn’t play with guns, you know.”

His conversational tone left a sour taste in your mouth - or maybe that was the slight tang of blood. It felt as though you might have nicked the inside of your cheek against the edge of your teeth.

“Thanks for the advice,” you bit out, struggling to speak past the throbbing in your cheek.

“Oh, I’m full of helpful advice. Here’s another piece: you should always have a plan. For example, right now. First, you’re gonna come on my fingers, then you’re gonna come on my cock. Then, I’ll decide if I’ll leave you alive. Sound good?”

“Sounds like rape.”

Lloyd ignored you entirely. “And the best way to achieve that plan is for you to keep your legs apart for me. Or, if you can’t do that, I’ll come up with a way to keep them open. And you know? I don’t think you’d like what I would come up with.”

You didn’t say anything to that. If he was going to kill you, there was every chance this man would be willing to maim you as well. You would rather not be tortured as well as raped, if it came down to it. It certainly didn’t seem like Lloyd Hansen was a man with very many things that he considered off-limits.

“Nothing to say?” he asked, eyes sparkling. “Good girl. Now, how good a girl are you? Are you wet for me?”

“Of course not,” you denied, a little offended that he would think you would find anything he had done so far to be sexy.

“Then this isn’t gonna feel very good,” Lloyd informed you, unbothered as he drew his fingers down the length of your lips. When one of his fingers was poised at your entrance, he paused, frowning at you. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“No.”

“Hey, sorry,” he said, completely unapologetic. “Just trying to figure out how much of a mess this is going to be.”

He pushed his finger inside of you, your utter lack of lubrication leaving you gasping at the sting of it. Lloyd grimaced. “You weren’t joking. Let’s see if we can…”

The rest of his statement dropped into muttering as he parted your folds to rub your clit. To your horror and disappointment, there was no fumbling and no confused prodding. Lloyd teased at your most sensitive place, the pressure and speed perfect to start you blooming around the finger still embedded in your channel.

“There we go,” he said, with a smug look that made you want to slap him out of pure reflex. “Now we can get things moving.”

He thrust his finger in and out of your heat, adding a second before you knew what had happened. You fought to keep your expression blank as he curled and spread his fingers inside of you, driving them in a rhythm that grew in intensity the longer he went on. By the time he added a third finger, the muscles in your thighs were shaking and it took everything you had to keep your body still.

Lloyd didn’t help things. He leaned over you, planting himself directly in your line of sight. “Feels good, right?”

You didn’t reply, but he was undaunted. With a little smirk, he said, “I know it does. I can feel how wet you’re getting for me. But a little appreciation goes a long way. Why don’t you tell me exactly how good it feels?”

“It doesn’t,” you bit out.

He laughed in your face. “Yeah, right. That little cunt is squeezing my fingers, trying to keep me inside. Try again.”

You opened your mouth to repeat yourself, but he slammed his fingers into you hard enough that you felt the solid thud of his knuckles against your lips. The unexpected sensation cut your reply short, but Lloyd apparently wasn’t finished talking yet. “And sunshine? I don’t appreciate being lied to.”

It was the rhythm, the damned way his fingers felt stroking the inside of your channel. He was twisting expertly at the end of each motion, keeping contact with your clit all the while. It was driving you insane. If only he would stop for a moment, you would be able to gather your thoughts and find a way to reply to him - some clever thing to say.

But the twisting, stroking motion continued, building the fervor inside of you until it drowned out the sound of anything else.

“I’m waiting,” he reminded you, turning the warning into a sing-songed melody.

You frowned, starting twice since you choked on a gasp the first time. “Even if it- it feels good, that- ah! That doesn’t mean you’re any less disgusting.”

“Disgusting, huh?” Lloyd asked, supremely unconcerned. “Sure, but you want to come for me anyway. I can feel it in the way you’re flexing those tight muscles around my fingers. You’re ready, except for one little thing.”

You didn’t have the focus to ask him what he meant. You were too busy staring at what you could see of the nondescript ceiling, trying to keep yourself from imploding for such a revolting human being.

“No questions, huh?” He chuckled. “You’re missing something. You need it before you can even think about coming. Do you know what it is?”

His free hand came up and tapped against your cheek, pressing against the tenderness of his earlier hits. Your voice was ragged as you asked, “What?”

“Permission,” he said, so obviously savoring the word that you immediately regretted asking. “You have to get my permission before you come, pumpkin, and you haven’t done that yet. Go ahead. Ask me. Beg me.”

You gritted your teeth, giving your head a decisive shake.

Lloyd laughed, that sparkling mischief returning to his eyes. “Oh, she’s feeling brave! You’re getting close. Beg me for my permission.”

“No.”

“If you come before I tell you that you can, there will be consequences you won’t like.” His hand thrust hard against you, rocking your hips with the force of his fingers driving into your channel. You tightened around him, fighting back a curse. “Beg.”

You bared your teeth at him. Something about the way you were pinned was spurring you to be more animalistic than you ever had been before. He had invaded your space - twice - and now he was attempting to dominate you mentally as well as physically. You weren’t going to let him do it. “Fuck off.”

To your surprise, Lloyd withdrew his fingers from you entirely. He was watching you with an expression that was almost… happiness. It didn’t bode well for you, but you quickly had other things to focus on. He braced one of your thighs against the outside of his hip, levering the other further out with his free hand.

When the folds of your most private place were spread as far as they could be before him, Lloyd placed the three fingers he had pulled from your core against the tight ring of your rear entrance.

“You ever taken anything up the ass?” he asked conversationally.

You didn’t reply, staring down at him warily instead.

“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’,” he answered himself. “Beg for me to let you come or I’ll find somewhere else to put these.”

You mutely shook your head, unable to trust your voice.

“You sure?” Lloyd asked, as if he were really giving you a choice. “My fingers are a little slick, but not enough to make it feel good. Beg.”

“No.”

It was little more than a whisper, but his handsome face hardened into something narrow and angry. He pressed his fingers more firmly against your asshole, and you bit your lip as you felt it begin to gape under the pressure. “Last chance.”

You paused, trying to weigh the situation. Lloyd, seeming to sense your indecision, continued, “The longer you fight, the more pissed off I get. In fact, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself with just three. I might be so upset by your ingratitude that I would go a little farther. I might just put my whole fist in your ass. Is that what you want?”

You shook your head, doing it again more fervently when he pushed harder, the tip of a finger sinking a fraction of an inch into you.

“Then I think you know what to do.”

There was every chance he was lying. You were totally at his mercy, and he had already admitted that killing you was a possibility. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was very little you could do to stop him. But that didn’t mean you wanted to volunteer for something so unpleasant now.

You felt Lloyd’s hand moving, felt the growing pressure between your cheeks and bit out, “Please, Lloyd.”

He paused, arching an eyebrow at you. “What was that, sunshine? I’m not sure I caught it.”

“Please let me come,” you whispered, the shame burning your face. “Let me come on your fingers in my cunt.”

“Nice specification,” he congratulated, laughter in his voice. “Always good to keep those bases covered.”

He pulled away, giving you just enough time to relax before those fingers plunged into your soaked core. You were fully wet, your inner muscles relaxed enough to let him in, but you still felt an uncomfortable stretch when Lloyd began to spread his fingers apart as he thrust them faster and faster.

The tight warmth of an impending orgasm built faster this time and you were on the edge in a moment. The only thing that ruined it was Lloyd’s mouth.

“Good girl, begging for my permission,” he encouraged. “Oh, and by the way, my answer is ‘no’.”

He withdrew his fingers from your core, leaving you gasping. Your hands flew downward, but Lloyd stopped that before you could even begin. He pinned your hands to your abdomen, staring down between your parted thighs with something like amusement on his face as you jerked under him, fighting for any friction you could find to push yourself over the edge.

When you finally stopped writhing, Lloyd sat back on his heels, a smug look on his face. “Now you see where fighting gets you.”

In a few short motions, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing the cloth and closures away until he could pull out his cock.

You frowned, a surge of dread filling your stomach. He was very well endowed, and you would bet anything that he was going to be rough.

Those suspicions were confirmed almost immediately when Lloyd placed the tip of himself against your entrance and gave you a look that was almost playful. “This would have hurt a lot less if you had already been one in. Ah, well.”

And then he thrust into you, his hips giving a strong push that nearly rocked you up to the headboard. You let out a strangled gasp, breathless from the intrusion as you looked down with wild eyes. Powerful as that thrust had been - and as deep as it felt he was - he still wasn’t fully inside of you.

It took two more driving pushes before Lloyd was buried as deep as he could get in your core. You didn’t know if he was actually fully inside or if he had just come to the very end of you, but you weren’t going to do something as stupid as check. You were already panting with the effort of lying there instead of fighting him away.

A split second of introspection took you then, an instant of thought that seemed to stretch time itself as you briefly lost yourself in your mind.

You hadn’t fought Lloyd, not really. From the moment he had grabbed your ankle, slithered out from under your car like a snake, Lloyd had done nothing but be terrible to you. He had threatened you, hit you, tried to kill you. And you had done nothing but call the police, left your car, run to a hotel.

Well, you had tried to shoot him.

But other than that, you were just a little disappointed to find that your reaction when attacked was just to step back from your own life and let the new person have the space you had occupied. For everything he had put you through, Lloyd Hansen was a stranger. What little you knew of him, you didn’t like. And now you were letting him fuck you.

Granted, you didn’t have much of a choice. Not in any of it, actually. Maybe that was the source of the weird peace you felt about all of it: there was nothing you could do to stop it, so there was no point in struggling. Besides, if there was a chance you were going to die when all of this was over, didn’t it make more sense to enjoy it while you could? You would have to ignore Lloyd entirely to do that, but you were willing to try.

“Cock-dumb already?” he said mockingly, drawing you back to the present.

You frowned up at him. “Hardly. You haven’t done anything yet.”

His brows arched sharply. “That an invitation?”

“You don’t have the manners to wait for one of those.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” he tossed back, withdrawing himself from you so suddenly that your shoulder blades curled up off the bed. That worked against you when Lloyd slammed back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of it. The top of your head brushed the padded headboard and you winced.

Lloyd made an exasperated noise and gripped your hips, pulling you back toward him at the same time he thrust inside of you. The depth of the stroke forced something like a moan out of you, and Lloyd smirked. “That’s better.”

And he set a punishing pace, pounding into you in a way that left you unable to catch your breath, much less bite back any of your reactions. A whole series of helpless noises fell from you: groans and whimpers and pleas. Every one seemed to spur Lloyd on even more, until he levered one of your legs up to curl over his hip and he started to grunt with every staccato jolt.

“You gonna come?” he gritted out. “Do it now. I’m not getting you off afterward.”

“I thought- thought you didn’t care if I came,” you panted out.

“That was before you impressed me with your little gun trick,” he told you, clenching his jaw as his hips began to slip from their rapid pace. “But it’s now or never.”

You were almost there, but the overwhelming sensory input was too much for you to process, leaving you wanting to orgasm but without any real ability to do so. Your brow crumpled as you tried to force yourself into falling over the edge, but it didn’t work. You heaved a sigh.

Lloyd’s face was set in a mask of concentration so intense that you could scarcely see his eyes with how intently he had narrowed them, but you would almost swear you saw him roll those eyes. Before you could call him out on it, he withdrew from you, his hand whipping in a millisecond later to deliver a stinging slap to your distended clit and the puffy, abused lips of your pussy.

You made a sound, you were sure, but you didn’t know anything else about it. You couldn’t begin to guess at volume or content, because you had shattered, coming so hard that your squeezing muscles almost didn’t allow Lloyd back inside when he moved to thrust into you once more.

A few more pumps from him - extending your already powerful orgasm - and he was coming, too. He pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could get, sealing jets of cum from leaking out as he dropped his full weight on top of you.

You couldn’t say what inspired you to bite him. Even in normal, fully consensual sex, you weren’t much of a teeth or nails person. But now… Maybe it was your body deciding to fight back, even in such a small way and only then, just before everything ended for you. You didn’t really know what had inspired it, only that you got a savage joy in sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

Lloyd shouted, voice loud just beside your ear, and his shuddering intensified until he collapsed, fully boneless where he lay on top of you. You caught your breath in silence, not bothering to ask him to get off of you. He would probably find it funny more than anything else, and you were done making Lloyd Hansen laugh.

When your captor’s heartbeat was steady once more, he pulled back just far enough to study you. “I can’t believe you bit me.”

“Do you really want to compare what’s been done to who?” you countered.

Lloyd smirked, giving a slight shake of his head. He withdrew his softening cock from you, ignoring your wince at the noises that rang out in the small room. He wiped himself on the sheets, then fixed his clothing with minimal effort.

You sat up as he stepped off the bed and briefly ducked out of sight. If you were going to die, you would rather be sitting up than lying flat on your back. It wouldn’t make any difference at all, but you liked to think that you were allowed to have some preference in your own death.

Sure enough, Lloyd was holding a gun when he stood up. Since you could see the unloaded one still lying discarded on the bedside table, it was reasonable to guess that the one he held was fully loaded and ready to be used.

He aimed it at you, hand steady. You were relieved to note that it was pointed at your head. You wouldn’t have put it past him to shoot you in the stomach or some other lethal place that would leave you dying a slow, painful death. Instead, a single shot, maybe an instant of pain, and then darkness. It almost sounded… soothing.

“Well, thanks for the fun, sunshine,” Lloyd said, tucking the gun into the back of his waistband. He leaned forward to grab the other one, storing it in the same place.

“Wait, what?” you asked, before you realized that this was something you shouldn’t ask questions about. “I thought…”

Your mouth snapped shut, but not soon enough. Lloyd tossed you a smug look. “You thought I was gonna kill you? I was. Then you pulled that trick with the gun and I was on the fence. But this?”

He tapped his shoulder. You could see the blood beginning to spread from the wound even through the paleness of his shirt. “This got me. You’re interesting. A little nuts. I can work with that.”

You watched, aghast as he moved for the door of the room. Just before he left, he turned back around. “Oh, don’t worry about giving me your number. I have everything I need. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

And then he was gone, leaving you with rumpled sheets, a pussy that was leaking the cum of a man you hated, and a sinking feeling.

Five minutes before, you had been certain you were going to die. How were you somehow worse off now?

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Author's Note - I can't promise I'll write any more of this, but I also can't promise I won't. You know?

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moodybroodybuchanan · 2 years ago

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Title: Mr. & Mrs. Hansen

Author: @mggshairline on Wattpad

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

Summary: Sometimes violence is sexy. Mr. & Mrs. Hansen know this first hand.

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year ago

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thank you for reading and sharing!

Unholy Errand

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x Reader, Ransom Drysdale Word Count: 4k Summary: You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss.

Content Warnings: non-consent and dubious consent, cuckolding, bondage, knife play, dacryphilia, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, spitting, facial/marking, groping, spanking, clothed males naked female, coarse language, mild but irreverent use of religious terminology/themes (we’ve got a bounty hunter who refers to himself as God – we’re not committing hard to the bit, but we are using the bit), use of pet names + no y/n

Notes: I was happily working on some other lovely things last weekend, and then Sunday afternoon, totally unprovoked, a rogue muse crept up and whispered, "Lloyd and God..." and my brain broke, and I told @navybrat817 and she immediately enabled/encouraged the sprouting of this fic (and helped identify exactly who these two would be after). I thought this might be fifteen hundred words... and then it hit 2k, and then 3k, and they still weren't done with poor Reader, so...

Additional Notes: First time writing Lloyd, God, or Ransom in any capacity. This is also straight up the filthiest thing I've gone all in on. Is it the filthiest thing that exists on the internet? Of course not, but my filthiest and READ THE TAGS. This is NOT your standard Aspen fic. But was this a bit of a riot to write? Yep. It had a chokehold on me all week, and I stayed up far too late to finish it off tonight because... if I didn't, life would've prevented me finishing for a couple more days, and I've been too eager to push this out.

The clearing of his throat is what pulls your attention. You look up from your desk, taking in long legs in impossibly tight white slacks showing too much ankle, and a torso clad in a black turtleneck and blazer. A thick mustache lives above his smirk. He was too silent entering the offices, and he knows it, seems to revel in unsettling you. “Lloyd Hansen, the six o’clock appointment.”

“Yes, if you’ll follow me right this way,” you proffer politely, and move smoothly out of your chair, leading him to the door of your boss’s office. You give a short knock and open the door, announcing, “Lloyd Hansen, sir,” as you briefly step inside, holding the door open for the man.

He’s still smirking as he passes by, and then you sweep back out, but not before hearing Lloyd whistle and say, “Fancy shit you got yourself in this office, Ran,” as you close the door on them.

You sigh as you sit back down at your desk. Lloyd is your boss’s last meeting of the night, and he had seemed more than perturbed when he said to go ahead and accept the last-minute request Lloyd had made for the appointment. While this is the meeting of the day, Mr. Drysdale had made it clear he was staying late, which means you are also staying late, so you pull out the file of menus you keep in your desk and begin mulling over where to order dinner from tonight.

There’s a succession of loud thuds on the other side of the wall, and you only hesitate for a second before rushing into the office.

You stop dead, a small cry escaping your lips as you watch Lloyd wrestling Ransom to the ground.

“You may be sorry you disturbed us, sweetie, but since you’re here, be a good girl and close and lock that door so we don’t get interrupted by anyone else.”

You hesitate, staring in horror at the display before you: books knocked off the shelves, everything that’s usually so immaculately placed askew on the desk, a lamp overturned, Ransom Drysdale on the floor of his office with Lloyd Hansen’s knee pressed into his back and both arms pulled taught behind him while Lloyd binds his wrists together with the Hermes ascot scarf ripped from Ransom’s own neck.

Lloyd clucks his tongue. “Lock the door or I start cutting his fingers off. Barnes and Rogers only said they want your boss alive; they didn’t say how much of him still needs to be intact.”

“Do it,” Ransom grunts, turning his head away from you, clearly embarrassed at his predicament.

You turn and slowly close the door. You know there are still people working at Blood Like Wine tonight, and while it’s not likely that any of them will be passing through this wing after normal business hours, it’s probably safer that they stay out than accidentally stumble into whatever this dangerous mess is evolving into. You wished you had suppressed your own urge to investigate.

When you turn back around, Lloyd is unbuckling his belt as he continues to kneel against Ransoms back. He pulls it out, uses it to gag Ransom, giving it an additional tug after already pulling it tightly, and fastens it off.

“There, that’s just about perfect.”

“What are-?” You venture to ask, but he abruptly cuts you off.

“No one asked you to talk, sweetie, now come away from that door.”

You only take two reluctant steps towards them when there’s a scraping of wood that draws everyone’s attention to the opposite side of the room.

A piece of the floor is slowly being lifted from below, pushed out of the way, and then another man pops up from out of the floor. He hefts himself out of the hole in the floor and then drops a duffel bag on the floor, the heavy sound of muffled metal hinting at the equipment he’s brought with him.

“Oh, good, you’ve already done some of my work for me,” the tall, dark-haired man appraises the situation he’s just stepped into.

“Who the fuck are you, and where’d you come from?”

“Clearly you watched me ascend from a trapdoor in the floor.” He stalks over to stand in front of the large mahogany desk and sits back on the edge. “You didn’t think Harlan Thrombey - noted mystery author - wouldn’t have a publishing house full of trapdoors and secret passageways?”

“Didn’t need to, walked right in the front door. Still waiting to find out who you are.”

“God the Bounty Hunter.”

“Ooh,” Lloyd cocks his head, and another one of his smirks returns, “I can’t say I hate the audacity. Very bold. But there are a lot of gods and only one Lloyd Hansen.

“Now we’re clearly both here because of the hit put out for this prick, but since there are two of them and two of us, why don’t you make yourself useful, God, and tie up this little Margaret while I get Ransom nice and comfortable here.”

“With pleasure,” God says, and beckons you over to him.

The way he fixes you with his gaze is so intense you can’t to resist his silent command. He stands when you’re just a foot or two away, puts a ringer under your chin to tilt your head up, and looks down into your face. You don’t dare look away, nor do you want to, for some reason.

After another moment, he lets your chin drop, and God begins to circle you, looking you up and down. You hold very still. “You don’t need to be tied up, do you? You like to behave, to be praised.”

Lloyd lets out a loud, longsuffering sigh. “Fine, it can be more fun when they’re tied up, but I’m not picky as long as I get what I want.” Then his tone changes, directing his next words at you. “Understand, sweetie?”

You nod.

“Good.” With that, Lloyd pushes his knee roughly into Ransom’s back, drawing a painful groan from the bound man, before standing and hauling Ransom up with him. He shoves Ransom down to sit on the couch that faces the desk in the small entertaining area of Ransom’s office. “Now Relax, let me pour myself a drink. No reason we can’t enjoy ourselves for a few minutes, for old time’s sake.”

While Lloyd pours some bourbon, God steps right up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. He moves your hair off your shoulder, and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You be very good, and I’ll make you my angel.” You can’t help but shiver - it’s the heat of his breath at your neck and the promised threat - and you know he notices your reaction, because there’s a soft, dark chuckle before he presses a hot kiss to the base of your neck. His hand comes around to your front, toying with the edge of your open collar, and then he lightly draws his index finger along your clavicle and then up the other side of your neck. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you gasp when his other hand quickly pushes a small piece of metal right below your ear.

“And what’s that?” Lloyd asks, not missing the tagging.

“A little incentive for obedience,” God answers. “Fifty-thousand volts when fully unleashed.”

There’s a non-electrically generated jolt in your stomach, but it’s not pure fear, it’s tinged with a little adrenaline as well.

“Huh. To each his own. Now down to business, Ran.”

God steps back and then leans on the edge of the desk again. He pulls you to stand between his legs, your back up against his chest, and his hands settle on your shoulders. Standing against him like this has your hips aligned with his, and you have no doubt it’s setting the stage for his intentions, even if it seems harmless enough now. It mimics a familiarity between partners that is both soothing and unsettling.

Across the room, Lloyd takes a seat on the other side of the couch from Ransom, drink in one hand, and draping his arm casually along the back of the couch. “It was quite a convenient circumstance that even had me nearby to make this social call Ransom. Couldn’t be happier that I’d get to drop in on you for something like this. Ransom and I both went to Yale, you know,” he tosses this part across the room to you and God. “Even ended up in the same fraternity. But he was a senior, I was a freshman. Didn’t spare me the time of day except for the hazing, right?”

His focus shifts back to Ransom, who only gives Lloyd a cold stare, unmoving, clearly not wanting to give Lloyd the satisfaction of any emotional reactions.

God’s hands shift from your shoulders and begin to stroke up and down your arms.

“Why am I boring us all with the backstory though? Old college buddies is pretty typical. You know what’s not typical? Barnes and Rogers putting a bounty out for someone. They’ve got their own guys, and you’re not hard to find.”

The hands move from your arms to your waist, moving up and down your ribs, and still Lloyd keeps talking.

“So, either you’re too important and they wanted the closest person available to pick you up and make a rush delivery to their door, or you’re not important enough for them to want to dispatch any of their own men to deal with you. Outsourcing because you’re still an inconvenience to them, and they can’t let you go unpunished.

Strong hands on your hips.

“Maybe you can prove to be useful tonight, sweetie. How long have you worked for Ranny here?”

You don’t know if you should be surprised that he’s turned his attention to you for questioning, but you do your best to keep your mind focused as you answer him. “I’ve worked for Mr. Drysdale for – oh –” God starts rubbing circles over your hipbones, applying more pressure and pushing you back against a very prominent erection “– a little over seven months.”

“Mr. Drysdale, eh?” Lloyd’s perennial smirk grows, and he tilts his head, tsking again. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re not assisting him after hours, I told you we were in the same frat, so I know what this bastard gets up to.”

Your mouth drops open a little, and Lloyd looks from you to Ransom, whose cold stare has turned into an unmistakable glare.

“Oho! So, she does only assist you professionally?” Lloyd laughs, seemingly out of genuine amusement. “You really are useless, Ranny.”

God is still relentless in touching you, exploring over and even under the clothing, one of his hands sliding down your leg to slip under your skirt to skim up your thigh, and the other stroking just under your breasts, calculated touches to evoke responses but not yet to take or give any more satisfaction.

Both strangers are demanding your attention, and you’re almost evenly divided between Lloyd’s words and God’s actions.

“She probably would’ve slept with you the first two weeks on the job, but now she’s gotta know you’re an insufferable prick.”

Would you have? You don’t think either statement is true. You were never drawn in by Ransom, and since working for him, you’ve only been focused on doing your job well, getting a good paycheck, and going home. Ransom wasn’t particularly demanding compared to other executives, and so you had only wanted him to continue to respect and rely on your assistance so he’d find you indispensable and raise your salary regularly.

God finally speaks again. “We should let the man see what he’ll never have.”

Lloyd sits back in the chair. “I’m not opposed.”

Your face burned. There was no question what he meant, and you did not want Ransom to see you on display, but Lloyd is intimidating and God is intoxicating, so you can do no more than comply as God unzips your skirt and pushes it to the floor.

Next he turns you around and works on the buttons of your shirt, in no hurry, putting your ass on display for Lloyd and Ransom while torturing you with more of the heated, intense eye contact that makes you nearly forget to breathe.

You’re only warned that Lloyd’s behind you when God looks over your shoulder, and you turn your head, but before you can fully face him, his hand has come down against your ass with enough force that you fall against God’s chest. He spanks you again, harder, and you whimper in God’s arms, your head falling against his shoulder with the sting and shock and humiliation.

Then, in another quick turn of events, Lloyd grasps the waistband of your panties with one hand, and you briefly feel the chill of metal against your skin as he slips a knife under the fabric and then slashes them away with two strokes and throws the fabric on the desk.

“Move, God, I want her up on the desk.”

God stands again, and he pulls your shirt off your shoulders as he moves away.

Lloyd could unclasp your bra, but of course Lloyd uses the knife to slice through the band.

“Drop it,” he instructs.

With a deep, steadying breath, you do as he says.

“Turn and sit up on the desk for us.”

You’ve taken hundreds of orders from this office, completing tasks you enjoyed and hated, this can be just another of those.

“Open those thighs for us all to see, sweetie.”

You close your eyes. You know what they will see, and the shame burns in your stomach.

Lloyd taps the flat part of his knife just above your knee. “Now.”

You bite your lip and look at the ground as you spread your legs. Lloyd presses the edge of the knife to the flesh of your inner thigh, forcing you to spread even wider if you don’t want him to cut into you.

Lloyd brings his knife to your chin to tilt your face up to look at him as he traces your wet folds with two fingers. The smirk is gone, replaced by a wicked grin. “Nice and slick for us.”

“God’s handiwork,” the other man is quick to note.

“Sure. A nice little sacrificial offering. Now, Ransom, since you’ve never had a taste, seems a shame not to give you a sample,” Lloyd says.

Ransom shifts and begins to stand, but Lloyd turns abruptly and points at him with the knife. “Stay there, you dumb fuck.”

Ransom sits back again.

“And don’t you dare look away.” He looks to God. “Shoot him if he does.”

God pulls a gun from behind his back that he must have had tucked into his waistband. You watch as he moves to the other side of the room and stands behind Ransom. He plants his gun at the base of Ransom’s skull, then locks eyes with you again. It’s clear he doesn’t want take his eyes off you if he’s going to have to ensure Ransom doesn’t either. Something in your chest stirs under his rapt attention.

Lloyd demands your attention again as he grips your hips and pulls you to the edge of the mahogany desk. He slaps your pussy, drawing a sharp cry from you, then drops down to delve between your thighs. He gives your clit a vicious nip, and you bit back another yelp. His tongue plunders into your cunt, licking and sucking, and your hands are moving to grasp his skull to anchor yourself, but he’s already pulling away. As he stands, he yanks you off the desk, and strides across the room, dragging you with him.

He spits directly in Ransom’s face – a combination of Lloyd’s saliva and your slick that he’s not able to do anything but let drip down his face. Your mouth is agape, truly shocked. Ransom’s entire body radiates rage and embarrassment.

“That’s all you’ll be getting from her, Drysdale.”

Then Lloyd’s shoves you to your knees, putting you on display in profile to the other men. He undoes the zipper of his pants, releasing his cock, no underwear to fuss about.

“Open up,” he demands, and you comply, unwilling to provoke this demon who clearly doesn’t play by any rules.

He slips the angry red tip of his cock into your mouth. “Be good,” he warns. You give a small nod, closing your mouth around him. With one hand, he grips your head and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. You and gag, and your eyes close as you try to focus very hard on breathing through your nose. He’s hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust, and the tears spill quickly down your face.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts, and you force them open and look up at him, knowing what he wants to see. He groans in approval. “You are a pretty little trinket, prettier when you cry.”

Then he abruptly pulls you off his dick and grips you by the chin and turns your head for Ransom and God. “Fucking look at her, swollen lips, gasping for breath, desperate.”

Just as quickly he slots his dick back in your mouth, this time gripping your head with both hands and he fucks your face with abandon. Fast. Hard. Your whimpers turn into sobs, and your hands come up to brace and grasp desperately at his thighs. “You can still take it,” Lloyd growls, undeterred, and you’re powerless to stop him. The tears are not just running but flooding down your cheeks. It’s too much now, and you can’t get enough air, and vision is going black. Finally he throws you off and away from him, and turns to aim his cock at Ransom, shooting his load over his face and shoulders, letting out a hiss that turns into a hum.

You’re hunched over and you wretch – blessedly only once – bracing your hands on the floor, and you gulp and heave, lungs fraught for the necessary oxygen.

Lloyd is talking again. The voice registers, but not the words.

And there are warm hands on you again. One rubbing small circles at the base of your spine, the other pushing your hair out of your face and coaxing you to look up at him.

With enough soothing, God has you breathing evenly again, and you’re still crying a little, but he helps you up onto the couch and sits next to you, very close, and he tucks a hand under your chin and lifts your face up, then he licks your left cheek, then the right, lapping up the tears. You hiccup, not sure how to react. Then he merely strokes your cheek, and the fingers trail down your neck, down your chest, down, down…

“Boring,” Lloyd announces.

You look up at him for a moment, but then God’s questing fingers reach the point he really wants to concentrate his might on, plunging into your wet cunt, and your eyes flutter closed.

“I’m eager to be done here,” Lloyd continues while God continues pumping his digits in and out of you. “We don’t need any more dumbasses showing up for this fool.”

“Agreed,” God says, casually as if he’s not beginning to pull you apart softly but surely. “You take him. I’ll keep her. There’s room for her in the trunk next to the cargo.”

“Fine, I wasn’t fussed about the goods anyway, I only took this job for the satisfaction of humiliating Drysdale, and that’s already exceeded my expectations. I’m sure Barnes and Rogers will give you enough for the recovered inventory even without him, and I’ll do you a solid and not mention the little side piece you’ll be keeping for yourself.”

God moves you off the couch, coaxing you to lean over the coffee table and kneels behind you. “Good.”

You moan as God slowly pushes his hard length inside your cunt.

There’s a thud next to you, and you turn to see a pile of Ransom hit the floor a few feet away.

“I assume you’ve got a way to move this man through down in that passage?” Lloyd asks, dragging the unconscious figure across the floor by his feet.

“Mhmm,” he responds, more intent on the movement of his hips against yours, slowly pistonning in and out of your tight heat.

“Good. This was fun enough, but let’s not do this again.”

God pulls your head up roughly to look at Lloyd just as he’s about to drop into the floor. “Say goodbye to Lloyd, Angel.”

You’re barely able to make the, “Bye,” tumble out of your lips, you’re so full of this man behind you, and his sudden roughness taking you by surprise.

Lloyd chuckles, then disappears.

God lets you drop back down, leaning on your elbows.

“I thought he’d never stop talking,” God murmurs.

It’s bitter, but a laugh actually falls from your lips, but you still can’t form words.

“There’s other things I’d rather do with you around than talk.”

He adjusts his angle from behind you. It allows him to plunge more of his cock into your slick channel, and you groan, but then after only a few thrusts, he pauses, balls deep inside you.

“You took what he gave you, but I think you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

You’re breathless. You can’t speak. You don’t want to speak?

He places his right hand, palm flat, at the base of your spine and presses it slowly up your back, his middle finger trailing up the ridge of your vertebrae, and you can feel the metal of his ring draw a line along your skin.

“You were very good.”

He rocks his hips against you, and you whimper.

“I said I would make you mine if you were good.”

Another rocking. He moves his hand from the nape of your neck around to grip it fully, and he pulls you back up against his chest, and you’re gasping for air for a moment, both hands coming up to clutch at his arm.

He lowers his voice and delivers his next words right into your ear. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

Your pussy clenches around him, and he presses a kiss against your throat, and you feel the smile of his lips against your skin.

His other hand moves down across your hip, to your vee, and his deft fingers stroke your throbbing clit. He doesn’t move his cock, but he does move those fingers expertly, drawing tight little circles that wind you up to the top until you’re flung off the edge and into pure pleasure.

Coming down from your first orgasm, you sink against him. As your breathing returns to normal, the hand on your neck remains like an anchor, but his other hand moves up to tilt your chin to the side and up to meet his lips. The kiss claims you, and you part your lips for him, just as you’ve parted your legs for him – willingly.

“That was one, but I want a trinity to secure your devotion here tonight. I’m going to fuck you dumb, dress you, and then you’re going to walk out of here like a sweet little angel and get in my car. Then I’ll let you choose. You can sit up front and keep my cock warm or you can crawl in the back of the trunk. Your choice.”

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📖"Late Bloomer" (pt 1 of 2)

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Tags: human trafficking, dark!Lloyd, significant undefined age gap, older man/younger reader, daddy/girl, dub con with significant non con elements, first time, innocence kink, loss of virginity, exploitation, dacryphilia, size kink, dumbification, misogyny, squirting, forced orgasm, p in v sex, light degradation, pet names, oral sex: m! and f! receiving, sexual awakening, age play vibes, little!reader, but not really: she's just drugged and really really dumb.

Word Count: 5754

Summary: She’s the purest thing he’s ever touched, this soft, tearful, quivering creature in his hands. He’s never felt such lust and violence at the same time. He desperately needs to ruin her. And yet somehow, also desperately, he needs to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.

A.N.: The age gap is left undefined. The OF is not the girl from the movie, which I haven't seen. I don't write characters as explicitly younger than 18 on Tumblr, after having a foul staff member equate any and all teenage pairings with CSAM.

That said, this fic is dark. It was started as a way to check off some of my hardest Bingo squares without actually going there, with the themes that were outside my wheelhouse or too ick for me to write. My MCU Kink Bingo card in particular, has a few of these whammies.

He imagines her as a rose: fragrant and velvet-soft. Imagines crushing her in his hand, plucking her petals off one by one, until there's nothing left.

Lloyd's always loved ruining pretty things.

The job doesn't go quite as planned, but Lloyd can be a go-with-the-flow, adapt-to-the-demands-of-the-moment type guy when he needs to be, he gets creative, and in the end it all works out alright.

The not-insubstantial bounty for the Russian perverts is regrettably forfeited when he loses his temper and gives them the brutal executions that they deserve. But that money can be made back if he finds a buyer for the yacht, he's managed to eliminate a few deplorables, and he's gained himself an unexpected prize, to boot.

Not a bad day for doing crime.

They shove the bodies overboard and retire for the night, headed for their rendezvous with the Powerbroker in Madripoor. Lloyd's men handle the cargo, already under strict orders not to touch the younger ones, whom Lloyd figures he'll arrange to have dumped off at an embassy once they dock in Jakarta.

Maybe he'll call up The Nomad Formally Known as Captain America and tip him off. Asshole has been on his tail annoyingly much, these past few months. Lloyd should send the righteous old fossil a reminder that there are way bigger scumbags plaguing the planet than his little band of hired guns.

The older girls seem relieved to have been liberated and they don't put up much of a fuss when they're divvied up amongst Lloyd's crew for the evening. Lloyd's personal pick, the poor thing whom he'd had to physically wrestle away from Yuri with a flare gun pressed right to her head, has been locked down in a stateroom to try and calm her down.

Despite what some people say, Lloyd's not an inconsiderate monster, so he does freshen up first, showering all the blowback off his face and changing into something comfortable before heading below deck. He keys in the code for the room, which is large and lavish and looks exactly like something a Russian billionaire would design. All money, no taste.

The girl's on the bed. She's still crying, but it's a pretty type of crying, rather than hysterical or snotty; tears that enhance rather than detract; the type of thing a man can really appreciate, if so inclined.

Lloyd steps into the room, takes a deep breath and reminds himself to take his time with this. No sense rushing it and wasting a good thing. He's going to savor every moment.

She squeaks when she sees him there. "Oh!"

"Shh, sh sh," he soothes. "There there now. Why're you crying, Buttercup? There's nothing to cry about. Not anymore."

He shuts the door behind himself with a gentle sound, but even though he's cooing a slew of placating nonsense at her, she still cries out in a desperate little, "No!"

"Hey, it's okay."

"Nnngh ... s-stay back!"

Lloyd's cleaned himself up since their encounter above deck, but the poor thing did just watch him collapse Yuri's face in with a pipe, so he shouldn't be surprised that she's scared. "I'm not here to hurt you," he says, then pauses when he sees that it's the gun in his hand that she's staring fearfully at.

Oh. Right. That makes sense. He'd had the muzzle of the thing pressed against her temple not too long ago, after all. Maybe he should've left that out of sight.

It's not like he'll need it to subdue her. Moving slowly and pointedly, he sets it down and holds up his empty hands. "There. It's not even a real gun, see? It was all for show, just a flare gun. It can't hurt you."

(Eh. True, it had been for show, but not so true that it couldn't have rearranged her face if he'd wanted it to. Whatever. Details.)

"It was just a little bit of drama, you understand? To make things go the way I needed them to up there. Men like that only respond to one thing." She blinks at him and he offers her a gentle smile. "L. Hansen. Freelance contractor, or rescuer, in your case. You're welcome."

"And ... those guys?"

He tuts. "Fish food, now. They've been taken care of." He takes a step closer, keeping an eye on her in case she's thinking of bolting. She still isn't here by choice, after all. As far as she knows, Lloyd is just the least bad of all the bad guys.

(Which isn't un-true).

He joins her on the bed, where she's still curled on her side, the odd sniffle and overwhelmed hiccup escaping her here and there. "Hey, hey, hey now." He crawls up beside her and forces her onto her back, which isn't hard to do with the fragile state she's already got herself worked up into. He shushes her fearful whimpers and tucks her hair behind her ear with a tender look. "You're real pretty when you cry, Angel, but I promise there's no need. Not anymore. That's all over, okay? I've got you now. You're safe."

The sweet thing sniffles and blinks up at him through clumped lashes. "I am?" she asks, the instinctive trust in her voice making Lloyd's cock thicken in his pants as he realizes that she's got about two brain cells to rub together. "Y-you promise?"

Oh, this is gonna be so fun.

He smiles down at her. "Yeah, Cupcake. I promise. You're completely safe with me." He taps her dainty little ski slope nose with a finger. "I bought you, remember? So that none of those nasty men can ever touch you again, only me. That's the rules."

For a second, the girl's chin wobbles, her eyes welling with uncertainty and the threat of more tears. But Lloyd's had enough of her being upset, doesn't have the patience to spend half the night calming her down when he's already exerted himself so much for her benefit already. Five guys are dead, his bank account is a couple hundred grand lighter (at least temporarily), he's lost the bounty he came for in the first place, and there are going to be a fascinating array of bruises on his body by morning. All this trouble, all this work for her. He's tired now, his day is over, he wants his payoff.

"Hey," he says firmly, holding her chin between two fingers. "I said: calm down. You're safe with me. Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore. You're just going to have nice things and feel good from now on. I'll take care of you."

She sniffles. "You will?"

Wow. She really is as dumb as advertised. Lloyd hums. "Sure will, Cupcake. Only nice things. Just so long as you be my good girl and do what I want. And that'll be easy as pie, because I'll always tell you what I want."

She bites her lip and lets it slip back out slowly between the grasp of her teeth. And the best part about it is that she's not even trying to be coy: she's literally just this clueless. "But," she hedges. "... what do you want?"

He smiles down at her and palms the side of her face. "Just you, Buttercup," he purrs, arousal and anticipation making his pants tight as he takes in just how beautiful she really is, with her porcelain-smooth skin and soft jaw, her baby-fat cheeks and wide, watery eyes. She really is like a doll come to life.

Lloyd can't wait to wreck her.

"What's your name, Princess?" he asks, coaxing her with a kind expression that she gravitates towards. "Hm? You can tell me. I'm Lloyd."

She giggles and looks away. "That's a funny name."

"Is it?" He laughs along with her and nods. "Yeah I suppose it is. I didn't pick it, unfortunately. But I'm going to pick your name. Something real beautiful and delicate, just like you. I'm thinking some kind of flower. How bout that?"

An adorable little frown pinches in the space between her eyebrows. "What? But, my name is - "

"I know, I know," he cuts her off, already knowing what she's going to say. He sticks his bottom lip out at her in a playful pout. "But that's such a little girl's name, don't you think? We should pick something new, since you're starting over new with me. Something more ... fitting."

He lets his eyes drag up and down her faintly curved form, the body that somebody above deck decided would be best appreciated in a tiny cotton top and pair of pink panties. If it wasn't so cute, it'd piss him off: those creeps dressing her in little girl undies in their effort to hock her along with the rest of the wares. But anyone with eyes can see she's not like the other merchandise.

Lloyd trails one finger over her hip and into the valley of her waist, appreciating the particular season of life she's in. She's limber and nubile, body almost grown into itself. A still-green sapling that's not quite done taking shape, with branches that are still soft enough to be trained this way or that as she approaches womanhood. She's malleable, moldable. Ripe for the picking.

The night above deck may have ended up in violence, but Lloyd came on-board peaceably, under the guise of a buyer, and it hadn't slipped his notice that her age was pointedly left off the dossier. It means she's quite a bit older than she looks, and the sellers hadn't wanted to lead with that.

Despite the pleasure Lloyd got out of ripping those perverts' nuts off, he still knows the business, understands the concept of maximizing one's buyer pool. Sex traffickers gonna sex traffic, and all that. But even still, there's a reason he didn't mind forfeiting that bounty. He's no hero, but he's done his bit to help. Now he fully intends to reap the benefits that've fallen into his lap as a direct result of a bunch of Russian perverts also happening to be lying salesmen.

"I'm keeping you for myself," he tells her, with another affectionate tap on the nose. "You're a very special, beautiful girl."

Her eyes widen at what she clearly perceives as a compliment, and she leans closer in a way that's so honestly naive, it makes Lloyd wonder if the dealers "enhanced" her with anything, pre-sale. He won't complain if they did, he doesn't mind a braindead bimbo, but it'd be nice to know if this is all chemically assisted, or just a natural gift. The thought nearly makes him snicker when he has it: Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline lobotomy.

"You're special," he tells her again, trailing his fingers over her bare shoulder. "A real natural beauty."

She shakes her head bashfully. "No, m' not. I'm ... plain."

He scoffs, though privately he's thrilled (girls with low self esteem always give the best head.) "Honey, you wouldn't be in this room with me if you were 'plain'," he deadpans, not missing how she shifts and glances down at her body self-consciously. "Trust me, Sweetcheeks: men don't spend the kind of money that I just did, if what they're buying isn't astoundingly precious."

She squirms and her lashes lower onto heat-stained cheeks. "I dunno," she mumbles, embarrassed as she obviously recites someone else's words: "M' a late bloomer."

Lloyd laughs. "Well hey, that's okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about, you know. I'm glad."

"You ... are?" She peeks up at him and Lloyd smiles.

"Yeah, Baby. I am. Don't you know the best part about having a flower is getting to watch it bloom?" He thumbs at the little Botticelli cleft she's got in her chin and savors the shudder that travels through her body at that, enjoying the reaction, how hopelessly vulnerable she is. "You know," he muses, turning into her more and pressing her into the blankets. "I think that's going to be your name: Blossom. Would you like that?"

"oh—"

He cuts off that small, surprised sound by kissing her—slowly. He doesn't do much with it at first, because he wants to soak up her inexperienced reactions; wants to feel her hot little gasp of surprise and the softness of her lips pressed to his, her body stiffening and then liquifying underneath the foreign touch of a man. She doesn't know how to handle it, squeaking against his mouth and pushing up against him as his body presses her down.

"It's okay," he whispers. "You're just perfect, Little one. A perfect, tender blossom." His hand migrates to her waist and digs into all of that give, violence and lust bubbling to the forefront of his mind at how fucking delicate she is. He imagines her as a rose: fragrant and velvet-soft. Imagines crushing her in his hand, plucking her petals off one by one, until there's nothing left.

He's always liked ruining pretty things.

"Please," she whispers, trembling. Fuck.

He licks at the seam of her lips and lets his hand drag over her belly while he whispers: "I can't wait to see you bloom, Little flower." Dips inside with the tip of his tongue: "Watch you open up for me." Cups her over the front of her panties: "Watch you unfurl."

"Oh." She sighs, hips juddering reactively up against his palm and then squeaking at the jolt of pleasure it sends through her. Lloyd gives her more pressure and smiles right in her face as she gasps.

"That feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Yy-yeah, but—oh! n-no ... wait, wait, I can't." Her hips kick up again and she whines at her own body's reactions. "Nnn, wait ..." Her hands grab at Lloyd's wrist where he's cupping her, but when he doesn't stop rocking his palm she grapples up at his shoulders instead, giving adorable little pushes that do absolutely nothing other than spur him on.

"C'mon Angel, none of that," he chides, slotting his leg forward in place of his hand so that he can reach up and coax her hands away from fighting him. He envelops her wrists and gently presses them into the blankets at either side of her head. And Jesus fuck, her wrists are tiny. He could hold both of them in one of his, easily. "Relax, Baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just want to make you feel good."

She whimpers when his clothed thigh grinds up against her core, her eyes getting watery again. "Ooh ..."

"Yeah. It's okay," he soothes, giving her another kiss, this time a little deeper, guiding her a little more while she writhes against the pressure of his thigh. "There you go," he praises, pretending that he doesn't know that her writhing is still part struggle. "See? Doesn't that feel nice?"

"P-please," she says, "I-I can't."

"Sure you can." He releases one of her wrists and laces their fingers together. "Just relax. I've got you."

"But, I've never," she cries. "Please, I don't ... I've never ... "

"Oh, Sweetheart." Though he'd figured she was a virgin, hearing her whimper it up at him so sweetly has his cock throbbing against the seam of his joggers. He nuzzles her cheek and coos, "You trying to tell me you've never been with a man, is that it?" She keens in embarrassment and he shushes her. "Hey, that's okay. That's perfectly okay."

She sniffles and squirms against him. "Nnn. But I'm not ... I-I don't know how. And you're a ... a ..."

He chuckles. "I'm a what?"

"... a man," she whispers, face flaming.

"Yeah, I am. But that's good, Honey. Dont'cha think? Every girl needs a man to teach her things, at some point. And it's that time for you."

She mewls helplessly in her throat and shakes her head, not noticing that her crotch is still grinding up on him as she does. "But what if I ... what if I can't ..."

"Don't worry," he tuts. He thumbs fondly at the damp corner of an eye until she peeks up at him. "I told you, Petal: I want to see you bloom." She colors beautifully at that and ducks her chin, and Lloyd dips down to kiss her again, not letting up until he feels her body soften to it a little bit more. She seems to realize what her hips are doing and freezes, but he just grabs her and guides her back into the rhythm, groaning when she starts up again. "There you go. Good girl."

"Lloyd ..."

"Don't be afraid. We'll take it slow, okay? I'll guide you, show you everything you need to know."

She sniffles and shivers, still teary-eyed, but she isn't pushing against him anymore. "Will it hurt?" she whispers.

Lloyd's cock gives a mighty throb and his eyes darken. "No, Blossom," he promises. "It won't hurt. Cause I'm gonna open you up real gentle and slow, show you how it can feel so, so good, okay?" He nudges her nose with his when she doesn't answer. "Tell me you understand, Little flower."

"Mmm." She's so shy, so reluctant and sweet. It makes Lloyd's cock ache worse than anything. "... Okay," she eventually whispers.

He hums knowingly and gives her one last peck on the lips before pulling back to undress. He goes slow enough not to spook her, but fast enough that he isn't drawing it out needlessly and scaring her any worse. He's prepared to hold her down if she starts struggling again, but that's not how he wants this to go. He really does want to watch her unfurl.

Her eyes widen and she stares at him with parted lips as he strips out of his clothes and his body is revealed. She seems stuck in place; a deer in headlights, fascinated and terrified—even more so, once he gets his cock out.

He angles it downward and gives himself a slow, tight tug, watching her watch him, soaking up the look of a girl who's having her first real sexual experience. She bites her lip and stares at his hand on his cock, eyes flitting between the weeping tip and his fist, his heavy sac and powerful thighs and back up again. Her brow is pinched and she keeps dragging her lip through her teeth, and Lloyd's balls ache at how tender it is to get to see her appreciating a man's body for the first time; losing this one, innocent part of herself. The very first petal to fall.

Still, he feigns ignorance with a coaxing, "You ever been naked with a man like this, Baby?" He knows that she hasn't, knows what a frightened and turned on virgin looks like. The poor thing is trembling in her skin, completely lost for what to do. Her mouth works like she'll answer verbally, but when she can't seem to make that happen, she just shakes her head a little instead.

"Mmn. Mm mn."

He nods in understanding. "Okay, Blossom. That's just fine." He lies over her again, abandoning his cock and touching the bottom hem of her little top. Fittingly, there are tiny, pale pink rosebuds printed on it. "Can I take this off?" he asks, tracing up to her ribcage and back down from over the cotton. "Hm?" He holds her gaze as he starts gently edging up the fabric. Her belly quakes and she whines nervously, but she lifts her arms for him when it's time, and he praises her with another quiet 'good girl'.

She's wearing a little bralette under the top, with lace edges and a delicate material that provides absolutely no structure. It doesn't even quite conceal the soft shade of her nipples peeking through. Lloyd groans lowly and skims his hands over them. "Fuck, Petal." She inhales noticeably at that, and he shoots her a grin. "Aw, you like that one, huh?" he teases. "My little flower Petal." he ghosts his fingers over her breasts, back and forth, until her nipples are fully pebbled and poking against the thin fabric. "So pretty," he murmurs.

She squirms, flustered, arms pressing in against her sides like she's fighting the urge to cover herself. "They're not ..." she starts, biting her lip and not finishing what she was going to say as her face flames.

"What?" Lloyd coaxes.

"Just ... they're not ... very big."

He doesn't bother to school the displeasure from his face, his eyes darkening as he growls in disapproval. It works in that her eyes pop up to him, wide and questioning. He shakes his head and lets his weight come down more, holding her down with his body and palming greedily at her little breasts. "No," he agrees roughly, rubbing and groping her. "They're not very big, are they?" He leers and pushes the little excuse for a bra up over them. "Sweet little mountain peaks," he teases. She squeaks and tries to cover herself, but Lloyd isn't having it. He knocks her hands away with a warning look. "Don't do that. I want to see you. All of you." He helps her slip the bralette over her head, tossing it aside and returning to take both of those chubby little swells in his palms, cupping and pressing them together as much as they'll go. "Jesus," he curses softly.

They're small and underdeveloped, more mound than slope, jutting out from her chest in youthful defiance. They're so innocent, so cheeky and plump. The sight of them makes that base, destructive desire surface in him again; the urge he sometimes gets to devour and claim and take, to ruin something that's so pretty and good. Lloyd wonders if that's what makes him a sociopath. "Such pretty tits," he praises, then lowers his face to seal his mouth over one, puffy nipple.

She squeaks, frightened at first, but she must be sensitive there because all it takes is one or two firm sucks and she's loosing the most gorgeous, helpless moans. Her hips kick up and Lloyd hums around his mouthful. He gives her more pressure through his thigh, pleased when she grinds up with real purpose.

"Yeah," he encourages. He pulls away and glances up from the level of her chest to find her staring at him with that same, pinched expression, but sloe-eyed instead of wide-eyed, now. Cupping the swollen tip of her breast and swiping out with his tongue, he watches as it makes her face absolutely crumple in desire.

"Ohn, god."

"See?" he says, nodding at the next uncoordinated roll of her hips. "It's all gonna be okay. Just gotta let me show you."

As turned on as she is, she still sniffles, her eyes flitting over him, afraid of what she doesn't know, unable to conceal her nervous interest. He can see her trying to look down and catch sight of his cock again, and he rumbles in approval and lets it drag against her hip. "You want to touch it?" he teases, then chuckles when she clamps her eyes shut and shakes her head with a stubborn little, uh uh. "Aw, that's okay, Sweetheart. You're shy. That's to be expected."

"M'not."

He laughs at her and gives her breast one last, affectionate kiss. "Don't lie, Buttercup. It's fine. Lots of girls are like that, you know. Nervous about touching, unsure, need to feel good before they can really let go enough and explore the way they want to. So how about ... I help you relax first?"

"Mmn." She whines and refuses to look at him. "... How?"

He sinks down her body, hands dragging over her waist and hips, holding her down with a chiding little tut when she squirms a little too much. "Shh. There's a girl." He forces her legs open and shoulders his way in there, and that's what seems to get her to still. He kisses her belly with a pleased hum, right at the top edge of the panties, where there's a tiny silk bow and green peapod detail. Lloyd groans at the sight of it and gives it a little kiss. "Have you ever had an orgasm, Sweetpea?"

"What?!" She huffs in embarrassment and tosses her head. "Noo. I, I don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he teases.

“That."

"No?" He smirks and looks down to where there's a telling wet patch on the gusset of her panties. "Hm. You mean you don't touch yourself?" As inexperienced as she is, he still finds it hard to believe that a girl could get to her age without exploring. He places a coaxing line of kisses down the inner crease of her thigh. "Not even a little bit? Maybe sometimes at night?”

“I … I don’t …”

“Don’t what?" He blows gently against her. "Don’t ever wake up from a dream with that tight and achy feeling deep inside your tummy?”

“Ohh.”

“Don’t let your hands start to creep down here? Don’t rub a little to try and make it feel better?"

She whines again and squirms, though it's not a fight to get away so much as it is pure nerves and embarrassment. She even seems a little mad at him for teasing her so much. It makes him chuckle and push her thighs wider so he can really get his face down there. "Oh, no. Don't pretend you haven't touched this little flower. You've closed your eyes and let your hands wander." He takes one of her hands in his and brings it down, ignoring her grunt of protest and guiding her to cup herself. Instantly, her fingers go to her clit, and Lloyd snickers. "Yes, you’ve touched. But you haven’t made yourself cum?"

“Please,” she begs. “It doesn't work. I just … I can’t.”

“Aw, you can’t?” He pouts along with her in mock sympathy. “Well what've you tried, babygirl? Maybe you're just not doin' it right."

"Nnngh." She bites her lip and stares down at their joined hands with flushed cheeks. "I don't ... I dunno, please."

He releases her hand and pushes it out of the way. "See, that's what you need a man like me for. Too desperate to figure out how to make that itch go away by yourself. Poor, confused little thing." She makes an angry sound in protest, but it's easily subdued by another firm grab and press of her hips down into the blankets. He snickers at her token outrage. "Shh. That's alright, Blossom, that's alright. Just one more first I get to give you. I’m looking forward to it." He gives the waistband of her panties another kiss. "Girls aren't like boys, you know. You don't just wake up one morning, pulling at your pud. It's more complicated than that. You have to learn what feels good, learn how to get yourself worked up." He looks up her body and offers her a tender smile. "That's why it's important to have a teacher, Sweetpea. Someone who knows these things, someone who can guide you."

She sniffles. "You can?"

"Sure I can. Here, let's try a few things, why don't we? See what sorts of touches you like." He wants to rip her panties off yesterday, but forces himself to remember the plan of taking things slow and savoring every moment. He's only going to get to do this once, after all. So he waits for her barely-there nod, and then grasps the top edge of the panties right over that obscene little fucking peapod, and gives a jostle, gently tug-tug-tugging the fabric up against her mound, pulling it just enough to get the seam angled over her clit.

She gasps at the sensation, a surprised little "oh!" escaping her lips.

Lloyd hums. “S'that feel good, Sweetheart?"

"Nnnh."

"Hmm. Yeah. You like a little gentle pressure like that? Are you a glancing touch kind of gal?" A few more exploratory, barely-there tugs and he can tell that she is, even though she clearly has no concept of what that means. He drops the panties and lets his fingers trail along the crease of her thigh, relishing every twitch and shiver he gets from her.

Somebody has waxed her bare beneath the fabric, and Lloyd sneers in distaste and purposefully doesn’t let himself think about why that is. "Oh, yes," he says when he sees that the wet spot on her panties has grown. "You like to be teased." She keens in protest, though she's thankfully past the point of outright denying the obvious. Lloyd rewards her with a press of his face against her crotch, inhaling and letting his nose dig into her clit from over the fabric. “Mmhm. Slickin’ right through your panties.”

"Oh!" Her hands suddenly appear in his hair, scrabbling, clutching. “Oh, oh no …”

He laughs a hot breath right against her cunt. "That's okay, Princess. That's good. I like that you’re sensitive.” He gives her one last kiss from over the underwear and then curls his fingers into the waistband. “Wanna take these off?"

"Nnoo," she moans, while doing absolutely nothing to stop him as he pulls them off her.

He eases them down her legs, gently shushing and praising her for her obedience when she lets him settle his shoulders back in between her legs after tossing the panties aside.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, hooking one hand under her thigh to push and make room, the other sliding over her soft belly. He tugs her closer to his face, inhaling her scent and groaning at finally getting to see her.

One good thing about a bare pussy: there’s no hiding the state of it.

"Blossom," he breathes. "Look at you. You're soaked."

She is. The delicate petals of her sex are already spread and slicked, puffy and swollen with arousal. He groans and lets his tongue dart out for a quick taste, reveling in the sweet tang of her, the way that she gasps and her belly tenses underneath his hand. She’s trembling, squirming, trying so hard not to hump up against his face, not to make noise even though it’s obviously what she wants to do. “It’s okay,” he tells her, dipping down for another long lick through her folds, nudging her clit with his nose, his mustache.

“Ohn!” she cries, but the sound cuts off into a desperate yelp at the end as she tries to silence herself. "Nnnh!"

He makes an admonishing grunt where he’s got his face buried against her. “Hey,” he snaps, when he glances up and sees her fingers in her mouth. He knocks her hand away. “Quit it.”

“I’m not! I’m—”

He hauls her in harshly and sucks her clit into his mouth until it elicits the squeal he was looking for, a tortured little ‘ognfuck!’ that comes from deep in her belly. He pops off with a satisfied growl. “There. Like that. That’s better.” He softens his tone when she whimpers and kisses the hood of her clit. “It’s okay to enjoy it, Petal. I know it feels good. So stop trying to hold it in, okay? You gotta let me hear you.”

“Please,” she whispers, eyes shining down at him. Fuck, the tears are back. “Please, please,”

“Please what, Princess?”

“Nnn! I – I need …”

Aaand her voice is back to warbling and overwhelmed, prompting Lloyd to grind his dick against the mattress just for a little fucking relief. This girl is sweet in every fucking way imaginable, and now she’s trembling and welling up with tears again, just the way he loves to see. Only this time it’s not in fear. She’s finally losing control of herself enough to let go and open up—unfurling for him, just like the flower he knew she was.

“Tell me, Petal,” he murmurs, tickling her with his mustache again. “C’mon. Tell me. Tell me what you need to cum. Do you even know?”

“Please, nngh, please …”

He nuzzles her clit and laps languorously at her drenched slit, over and over, proactively tightening his hold on her hips so that he doesn’t get his nose broken when she inevitably starts bucking. “Ohn … god!”

“Mmm hmph,” he hums, having ventured out to start giving her jabs with his tongue, forcing the muscle into her quivering little gash, over and over, teaching her what a good tongue fucking really feels like. “Mmm, mmmph.”

“Oh, please, ohn!” Her hands clamor through his hair, messing it up as she sobs and jerks, trying to get more of his tongue in her cunt. Lloyd can’t help laughing a little bit over it, breathless and turned on by how easy she is. He goes back to suckling on her clit for a moment or two, before easing off and peering up her heaving belly with a smug grin. “So sensitive,” he coos, holding her down when she thrashes in embarrassment. “Stop, stop,” he chides, laughing, climbing back up her body and pinning her beneath his full weight.

Her legs spread for him without conscious thought, welcoming him in even as she’s still making her angry little huffs and puffs for being teased. He kisses her, amused, forcing his tongue inside to give her a taste of her own arousal. “And that was just my mouth,” he purrs, bringing a hand up to grope at one of those fat little breasts. “Was barely even inside you. Just think about what it’ll feel like with my fingers, my cock. You want that?”

She cries out when he plucks her nipple. She shakes her head. “Nnn.”

“What? 'Nnn'? S’that s’posed to be a no?”

“Nnnh. Yes.”

He laughs. “Aw, Cupcake. I already told you I’m gonna treat you real nice, make you feel good. Now why you gotta lie to me?” He lets his hand slip down between them, cupping her between her legs. “Does this feel like a no? Hmm?” She whimpers and he smiles and shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t, does it? Mm mn.”

She’s mewling and grinding up against the pressure of his hand despite her stupid little protests, so he hums and slips a finger down through her folds, lets the tip of it tease at her entrance. Fuck, she’s wet. “Never had anything in here?” he asks, already knowing the answer before she gives another pathetic whimper and shakes her head.

“Just … just tampons.”

“Tampons, huh?” He dips the tip of his finger, in and out, gut clenching as he feels it mouthing at him, feels all that slick. “When’s the last time you bled?” he asks. He’ll grab a condom if he needs to, but he’d rather not need to. “Hm? Come on now, don’t lie to me.”

She won’t meet his eyes, but after enough coaxing she admits that she had her period just a day ago. Lloyd nods, glad that he doesn’t have to worry about protection. Not that it isn’t fun to fantasize about knocking such a sweet little thing up, but that’s not the itch he’s scratching right now. It'll be a treat just getting to watch her bloat with his seed, before that creampie slides right back out. “Okay, then, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, finger still teasing softly right at the edge of her entrance. “I want you to look at me, girl. Want you to look right in my eyes, and relax for it.” He brushes his lips across hers. “I promise this isn’t gonna hurt.”

He eases his finger in, and the tiny little ‘oh’ and relieved sigh she gives up as he does it, is everything. Her wide eyes meet his, blinking. “Lloyd.”

“Yeah.”

“I … I …”

“Relax, Blossom.” Lloyd’s got big fingers, and she’s clamped down tight as fuck from her nerves, but she’s so fucking wet that it doesn’t even matter, his finger slipping in past the knuckle until it’s all the way seated. Her searing heat envelops him and presses onto his palm, bringing that destructive, sexual urge bubbling right back up to the surface of his mind.

She’s the purest thing he’s ever touched, this soft, tearful, quivering creature in his hands. He’s never felt such lust and violence at the same time. He desperately needs to ruin her … and yet somehow, also desperately, he needs to make sure he doesn’t hurt her.

A single, overwhelmed tear breaks from her eye and tracks down her temple, disappearing into her hair. Lloyd’s mouth all but waters at the sight of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice it, too preoccupied with the feeling of him inside of her body. She’s teetering right on the precipice between terrified and fascinated as she learns this new touch, and Lloyd could bust a nut just watching it.

“Good girl,” he praises, letting his palm cup her sex as he keeps his finger buried and starts to give her gentle, gentle pulses. “See? Didn’t I tell you?”

To his utter delight, she exhales shakily and nods. “Yeah,” she whispers, biting her lip and looking down her own body to where he’s touching her. “Yeah. I … it's ... you’re …" Her eyes slam shut as his finger curls. "Oh god.”

“You’re okay. Look at me.” He rocks his hand more, giving her pressure through the heel of his hand and dragging over that soft spot inside. "Look at me, Petal."

It takes her a moment, but she manages, peeking up at him with her brow pinched and moaning softly, her hips juddering up into it.

Lloyd smiles, lines up another finger, and soaks up her expression as he plucks off that next petal.

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