#[ HT MY BABY BOY WHAT ARE U DOING ]

[captainseamech]

//I was casually listening to a Detective Void’s video about the SCP-100 and there was one point where he says “yes, I do remember the Decepticons from Transformers” which made me look at the screen and —

I’m sorry but you remember about the WHAT NOW?

[darlingpwease]

I completely forgot about those HAHA– I hope your travel back home was well!! And I can be ur hypeman!! Ur works are always stunning (and ik many others agree, so u technically have many hypemen) but you truly are very talented, so no matter how big or small ur works are, they always deliver and are very good <33 /gen /pos aahhhdjwaks ur too lovely and a tad bitter but that's okay Dove <33 /t /j /pos

Wuuhhhdjsh,, Wei Wuxian who loves to show you off, but when one day the rolls switch, where you are the one showing him off as if he's your omega, he's feeling all soft and weak in the knees, his chest fluttering in joy at the thought of you adoring him as much as he does you,,, he will always find excuses to cling to you, both before and after he became a demonic cultivator. Him sometime biting your neck (as you do to him) and loves to see others reactions to it, because no matter what, you two are meant for each other, even if others don't seem to fully understand it.

Luo Binghe definitely wasn't the most "alpha"-esque alpha, you can't help but find it so cute at times <<333 Sure, his possessiveness and aggression to others who get close to you are definitely (somewhat) expected, but those moments when he willingly submits to you, sticking to you like taffy and being anything but an alpha towards you, well.. it'd be a lie if you were to say that you weren't at least a bit effected by it </33 Yes, he turned, yes, he used to be a beta, but the fact that he is now an alpha, still emits those alpha tendencies towards others but not you,,, even when he grows very confident and stronger, when he is so pliant towards you, only you, so willing to shed tears and keen into you, begging for your attention, for just a small kiss for how good hes been, just a small one— hhdbskdhs baby boy baby <333

AHH THATS SO CUTE,, Hua Cheng just releasing his scent because he's so happy to be around you is so fucking adorable omg 😭😭 maybe he got scared the first few times,, what if you didn't like it, would you hate him?? Think he's disgusting?? What if you never want to see him again?? He couldn't have that, he can't, he couldn't bare that– but when you keep brushing it off, not acknowledging it, he just gets happier, sometimes willing to release it as a way to not so subtly claim you as his dbska Maybe you know as well?? It was odd at first, but with how adorable it is, you can't help but indulge this cute little alpha who trots around, willing to be a beta/omega just for you <33

YESS!! When he finds out that ur just an alpha like beta, he can't help but think that you're just for him, how the heavens must have blessed him with you because of just how perfect you are,, for you seem to know whats comfortable for him without needing him to tell you, for you seem to know exactly what he likes, for he seems to wanting to be with you always– and when you allow him to cling to you as you keep scenting him and even marking him, he can only think how perfect you are, his perfect disciple

-panna cotta

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because you embarrassed me (in a good way though) and I do not know how to answer you, since I can't even think of teasing, while I have already said everything about you in posts before about what a charming little panna cotta you are and how I love you<////3 'many hypemen' shush silly shush I appreciate the feeling of exclusivity and prefer to give it to others so you will be my only one<///3 /ht /affectionate / I'll pretend like I didn't see it after all these sweet words otherwise we'll have to get a gif with a hard block<3 /ht /hj very srs~<33333

WEI WUXIAN, whom you have known since childhood, and who constantly rubbing against you and leaving his milky smell, — because the appearance of smell during puphood feels slightly similar to teething, — and you didn't know if this was due to subconscious reaction to the fact that he treats you like you're 'omega', a simple puppy competition between alphas, or you also like to touch him, but you did exactly the same, sometimes even participating in incomprehensible for Jiang Cheng — who was an omega and regularly tolerated the two of you — attempts to hold the other and rub, even if there was no smell yet — and over the years it did not disappear; on the contrary, it became almost impossible to understand exactly what kind of smell you two had, because you constantly continued to mark each other with the smell, continuing to participate in all sorts of playful fights and chases, especially when WEI WUXIAN played dirty and jumped up, catching you by surprise, only to immediately try to hide from you.

(that's why you loved visiting Gusu Lan sect — after all, he couldn't use dirty tricks anymore!!!)

and this incomprehensible mutual dependence and obsession almost confused others, especially when you tried to treat each other like omegas, bragging and teasingly shamelessly asking for compliments for surpassing the other — and at the same time, ready to 'play along' with each other, even if still continued to maintain this playful struggle for dominance, forcing his brain to work to the maximum in attempts to surpass you, make you consider him "the best alpha" — and at the same time recognizing in his heart that when you surpass him, it's much nicer and even... mmm... hot, especially when you look down on him, — just like he feels — playfully arrogantly demanding that he acknowledge your superiority, but teasing his alpha instincts and inflaming him emotionally rather than actually suppressing.

(like 'step on me' let's be honest)

and it's really both hard and easy for you to explain why you have each other's bites on your neck, because, well, who is objectively better than you for each other? even if there is a feeling of rivalry and attempts to be better and stronger between you all the time, you are forced to step on your throat and agree that everything would be too smooth without it — even with the quarrels that sometimes arise, WEI WUXIAN is too attached to you and malleable, needy and clingy, and you are not better towards him, finding your home in him, just as he has found his home in you,,,,,,,

but just imagine that a cute hardworking turnip is running around next to you, like your pet that you first tamed and then made a puppy that you have to take care of, a sweet meek beta maiden who looks like only a lotus and looks at you with trusting adoring eyes, like a member of your pack, such a cutie — only to in a few years this 'cutie' turned out to be the demon king and was presented as an alpha, although you were sure that he was a beta, but he remained the same physically sticky and emotional; rather, even more adoring than he was, since the demonic blood strengthened all his already innate traits, making him completely whipped and obsessive, but you are surprisingly okay with this, even when he asks you to mark him as yours, shamelessly using the role of a servant boy, forcing you to even forget who he is now is — until it begins to seem to him that you are looking at someone else — and he explode emotionally, demanding that you look only at him, and you need all your perseverance and a smell, that acts on him like a tranquilizer, to convince him that he is your only charming husband and of course you will leave a bite!!! you will treat him like your omega!!! he's your adorable demonic hubby!!! you're not looking at anyone at all!!! no one can compare with him!!!

LUO BINGHE, who has moved to another universe where you are alive and coos and cares for you, knowing that in the future he will become an alpha anyway, while for now he can abuse his position as a beta (which he never did in his first life, wanting to look strong in front of you) and enjoy your protection and overprotection in view of the fact that someone has offended your beta, without hesitating to whimper or make a sad puppy face so that you feel sorry for him, knowing that he is not the type who will cheat or engage in acting, and LUO BINGHE purrs, snuggling up to you, although in fact smoothly makes you start to become too protective and loving, so that even after his conversion to alpha, you continue to consider him unknowingly lower/weaker and spoil him :(((( tell me that after your death in his time line, he did not have a thing for your belittling of his abilities and/or treatment as with your cute little thing, because your absence has dealt a huge blow to his psyche and that's how he felt while you were gone what's the name of this kink that's about belittling the intelligence of a partner so yes, he's your silly affectionate needy puppy do what you want with it dumbification & objectification i remember it. and so. he wants to be your pretty trouble-free doll, even if he is an alpha, but then he does not detach himself from you in search of love and adoration. you don't know what happened to your beta now alpha, but you're doing everything in your power,,,,, he's your shidi, after all,,,,,,,,

HUA CHENG is the type who cunningly follows you, continuing this role with an omega-like beta — and you gently nod, encouraging him to walk with you and get close (of course you don't see how his hand is constantly trying to touch you, and even when he touches you so unexpectedly, oh, it's so unexpected and imperceptible, it's so implicit), even if you have long known that he is a demon and an alpha, because, well, his scent so obviously seeps in and tries to wrap itself around you, as if clinging to you, that even with his disguise — after you have said goodbye to each other — for some time his implicit scent remains on your clothes.

he is just so excited to see you again, having previously spent several hours looking good for you and choosing the most suitable place to 'accidentally' meet, that his control unconsciously slips, — especially when he senses your own scent and wants not only to leave your scent on himself, but also to leave his own on you. even knowing that he should not do this so as not to arouse suspicion — but he is completely defenseless when inhales deeply while you are not looking and unconsciously wants to see if you also react to his smell,,,,,,

HUA CHENG who doesn't understand when suddenly he just stops hiding his smell, jealous, afraid that he's not good enough, and you really don't expect when you are almost knocked down by his strong and strong smell, trying to scare everyone away from you before you realize that your 'omega-like beta lover' suddenly began to smell like evil and the jealous alpha — wow what a coincidence apparently it's just some couple passed by with a jealous alpha of course it couldn't have been your lover!!! — and HUA CHENG is no longer sure, is he ashamed or funny if you say something like that when they ask you 'what's wrong with this guy', — but, well, what can they oppose? can they guarantee that no one was around?? of course not. your beloved beta is, well, beta, it's clear from his smell alone! besides, he's human!! he's a beta and a human!!! it's not very right to blame a person... unless they're betaphobes, of course!!! but you're not a betaphobe!!! betas are cute too!!! they're just looking for a way to humiliate someone because of their gender!!! they know how hard beta is, especially omega-like betas, but they still tell him like a face!!! not very good!!! they should think about their behavior!!!

and HUA CHENG in the background, not sure if you are protecting him or really think so, and experiencing butterflies in his stomach from your protection — and at the same time embarrassment, even more not understanding how to admit now that he is an alpha,,,,,

CHU WANNING, who may be becoming too... dependent on his disciple — of course, he cares about all his disciples, they are all members of the pack, as a teacher and students should be, but he is so implicitly and at the same time clearly favored towards you,,,,,

hates when you smell someone else, even if it's other disciples, constantly rubbing against you and scenting to get rid of the fragrance that makes him feel disgusted, touching possessive feelings that he didn't even know about before — until one day you and other disciples were engaged in random scenting in the winter in an attempt to warm up and establish contact (especially with those, who suffers from a lack of bodily contact, which is especially common in winter due to the lack of skin-to-skin contact and a small amount of sun), before visiting him — and Chu Wanning does not understand whether he is sick from the abundance of smells or because these smells are on you, but you stink so much that he can't help but try almost from the threshold, rub against you, ridding you of a mixture of other people's flavors and replacing it with his own, jealously snuggling — but you obediently accept, also slightly rubbing against him, leaving your smell that always relaxes him, but rather waiting until CHU WANNING feels that now you smell only of him before letting you go out of his hands, purring contentedly, and returning to the role of a calm and cold shizun (not so cold and calm though, but you prefer don't talk about it out loud), finally having the opportunity to be alone with you, even if he is not the best conversationalist — until you find a suitable topic and he becomes almost terribly talkative, especially for his usual personality, feeling the desire to answer your every question and explain everything that causes you perplexity.

but what can he do? you are too precious, too perfect — and even after getting used to giving and working without waiting for recognition, CHU WANNING cannot deny that you seem to have been created to complement each other, even if he has long grown out of these fairy tales and understands that this is impossible. but you smell so charming, alluring, and at the same time implicitly, as if specially smelling so nice and soft for his hypersensitive nose, which does not tolerate any strong aromas that are inherent in most people or even things,,,,,,

maybe neither of you two had a choice from the very beginning — especially when his teeth touch your skin, understanding little of what is happening under the influence except that his is hot and divine, feeling like he puts a mark for the first time in his life on something very desirable and important — while you are lying, not so confused by the label, but rather amazed that it was you who turned out to be what he so longed for. leave a mark on your neck? is this shizun's dream? you are so puzzled and confused... ,,,,,,,,

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

So I took these screenshots from a video about people gettin' BIG MAD over the Hot Topic Announcement TM instead of trying something useful and boycotting Harry Potter HT Merch cuz uh, it's so funny to me?

Um, it lewk liek............ Moar Scene Stuff TM iz on da wai u poor wittle meowmeow? :o

Are the coon tails, black on blonde streaks, Ghoulia Yelps Style Glasses, heavy black eyeliner, black lipstick, choker, black and red cardigan with hamburger pattern, and the way this bitch types on patreon and twitter not enough for you or what? Do you want some Cotton Candy? Do you need more Giant Sparkle Wolves with Rainbows in their vaginas rn?

Because I think we have Plenty of those...

And oh, the one from the (fellow) MCR Fan here is SENDING ME... (Also teehee why weren't u "done" when they started selling Harry Potteh merch, lurv? But also like????)

Like? HELLO?????

Is someone just super angy that our boy used to look like a Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Era Gerard Way Ripoff just as Charlie used to look like a GDT Hellboy Ripoff before Viv actually got good at her job or what?

And here's the sugar on the cream though... (and oh, how fitting, My Lord ...):

LIKE, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW BABY!!!! :D

Now, can all the whiny weeby poser loser babies hot topic vulture or otherwise please stop making simply supporting vivziepop feel like some small counter cultural act of punk freak rebellion against all the hatred and bullying? 💀🩸 Because I know it technically shouldn't feel this way, but its really starting to, especially since all this time we've had to make all our own fan merch if we wanted anything good besides a T-Shirt and now we have names like Kesha Rose and John Waters starring in Viv's indie project that you can watch entirely for free on YouTube! 💖🌈🦩🪡

Again, if you hate Hot Topic so much now that Hazbin merch will be sold there, where was that threat to "never shop there again" when Harry Potter merch started being sold there? And again, instead complaining like a Caroline Carr, why don't you do something actually useful and go burn down every Hot Topic you can find selling Harry Potter and Fnaf Merch before any officially licensed A24 Hazbin Hotel Merch has to be forced to share the same space as those franchises? Because that's the only thing that's Truly Cringe about this announcement! 💀🩸🔪

Oh, and speaking of announcements, happy four seasons my little demons I don't wanna spread misinfo but the reason why the playbill is taking so long is probably because they're working out the details of Lady Gaga's contract since Lilith is like the the second character introduced and she probably needs her voice credit in advance! 😈🎶🗝️💒🥂🖤 X.O

[luci3f3rr]

someway — what you need

[ gojo x male reader ]

[ warnings : nsfw , drug mentions , brief mentions of cheating and gojo stealin u from ya mans yk yk , calling Gojo a god <33 , not edited ]

[ this is my first drabble (??) of sorts on tumblr ]

[ u shld probably listen to someway by NAV and the weeknd & What you need by the weeknd cus 😩😩 ]

[ (ht) = hair type jst so yk i cldnt find antthing else ]

[ anyway ,, i gope u enjoy ]

Gojo had taken you from right up under your boyfriends nose, after months of flirting with you, and you flirting back without ever really taking a step further, and now he finally had you in the grasp of his hands, and boy did he love it.

He pressed record on his phone, making sure he got your face in the video as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that baby, say hi to your boyfriend~” his voice taunted, gripping his hand into you (ht) hair. You stared up at the camera, suddenly taking the man deeper so his dick hit the back of your throat, with a slight smile on the corner of your lips. A gag reflex had absolutely nothing on you.

He chuckled as he saw how dilated your pupils were. No way in hell was it your first time popping pills or doing lines. And he enjoyed that. He disliked popping peoples “cherries.”

A few minutes after that he was fucking you doggy style, making a whole new video to send to your boyfriend who had been blowing up your phone after he got the first video.

“I bet whores like you do things like this all the time? Hm?” His voice called out as his thighs slapped against the back of yours.

“Only for gods like you, Gojo.” You moaned out, driving the man absolutely crazy. He didn’t even care about the movie you two were making anymore, nigga just wanted to get you to call him god once more.

[vrnicky]

Masterlist 1.

Not exactly writing stuff:

Taco bittyfood adoption center information.

Mutual interaction <3: (more about the laughs)

My obviously not rp wedding (search that tag and more ask would appear lol)

Sharing a home with mutuals

Series who are being written:

One word at a time

Fleur for a character

One-shots:

Just a lie

Just a nightmare

A gift for you

I like you

Prompts:

Is this what we fought for?

Oc/Aus/self insert:

Mute like another character in Undertale

Bohater and Malie information

Mute and Hero react to Bohater and Malie (also like a one-shot but anyways)

The Pity Party Au basic information

The Pity Party Au characters information part one

The Pity Party Au characters information part two

Clothes! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Poly with Odin and Agatha

Babies with the poly with Odin and Agatha

Height headcanons! The Pity Party Au!

The Poker Game Au basic information

Universes in The Poker Game Au

The Poker Game Au characters information part one

The Poker Game Au characters information part two

The Poker Game Au characters information part three

What is like to be a pet with Ciro and Daire

Protection information with Theo

Written boys so far react to Reader's speech and first gambling (Yumeko based + UT and US boys)

Places to find the written boys so far (UT+US)

Boys react to Neo and Irena (collab) doing the zero coins taxes Kakegurui based scene (UT, US, UF except Neo)

Boys react to Neo and Irena (collab) Kakegurui based scene (HT and FSG bros)

Swapfell Crystal bros information

Height headcanons Swapfell Crystal bros

Types of the SF Crystal bros + places for first dates

More information about Swapfell Crystal bois

First mutual meeting (Bohater, Malie, Mute and Hero)

Meet Estelle (HT sona)

Part of Estelle backstory

Pets + self inserts

Bitties information:

First pair, undertale bros

Second pair, underswap bros

Dating headcanons:

Zen dating headcanons

Match ups:

Vannah match up (Zen)

[happyhearthooligan]

Master List Sep Edition 2019

These lists are now refined (hopefully)

@franstastic-ideas - September Content

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Friday the 13th Frantastic Special

(Includes Multiple AUs)

Sep 14

Good angst Yanberry hc

SF (gold) Papara

Horrortale Frans

Asylumswap

Wraithtale

A nice end for them both

Underfell

Classic Papyrus

Classic Sans

SF!Sans

Sep 15

Yandere x Yandere?

Gfrans? Or maybe Gpapara?

Frisk and Chara

Spectrum from least to ultimate nutty?

Sep 20 - More swap yandare

Wraithtale

Sep 3

WTSans goes to the gym?

WTFrans moonlight duet!

Gaster’s response to discovering…

Sep 11 - HCs for Wraithtale

Sep 13 - Alternative Scenario

Sep 14 - Yandere

Sep 23 - Characters in contrasting positions

Sep 24 - Does the gang and the wraiths swim?

Sep 28

What if in WT they met as kids??? but forgot

WT Gaster looks so tired why thooo

Cryptolozoologist Frisk

Sep 27 - More Cryptozoologist AU HCa

Sep 28 - Featuring Doctor W.D. Gaster!

Sep 29

More Cryptozoologist AU headcanons

Fun/happy one or a real serious sad one?

Sep 30 - Gaster isn't gooey here

Swapfell Lamias

Sep 24 - Lamia-ver of Papara and Frans

Sep 26

More lamia hcs

Lamia headcanons

Pure Underfell

Sep 5

Boy knows what he wants.

Your FellSans is just a very soft boy

Sep 14 - Yandere

Sep 18 - Underfell Headcanons

Sep 24 - HC for Underfell Papara

Sep 27 - UFPapara? Who confesses first?

Sep 28

How Papy reacts when Chara gets flirted with

Does Chara intentionally flirt with someone

Sep 29 - How Sans responds to being flirted

Sep 30 - Frans and Papara proposal hcs?

Pure Swapfell

Sep 14

Yandere SF(gold)Papara

Yandere SF!Sans

Sep 27 - SF Frans confession scene

Sep 30

Swapfell Frans asking out each out on a date

Proposal headcanons for Papara and Frans

Swapfell shenanigans

Classic Undertale

Sep 11 - "you’d be dead where you stand"

Sep 14

Yandere!papyrus

Yandere!Sans

Sep 15 - Yandere!frisk and Yandere!chara?

Sep 26

Classic Sans and Classic Papyrus as Tsunderes?

UT Sans’ feelings about UT Papara

Sep 28

How Chara responds to a human flirting with her

The whole gang's thoughts of Frans/Papara

Sep 30

How does UT Chara feel about greasy food?

Chara's initial response to Pap's eccentricity

Asriel's thoughts on his siblings being courted

Proposal hcs? Both Frans and Papara

Other Headcanons

Sep 1 - Gaster’s Role

Sep 6 - Frans Wedding Headcanons

Sep 17

Keepers of the Ruins

Storyshift Wedding Headcanon

Sep 19 - Ghost in the Shell

Sep 22 - Papara Weddings

Sep 24

Next-door neighbors

Mushy, lovey-dovey Swap Papara

Papara quadruple feature

Sep 25 - If Sans is a cat what is Papyrus?

Sep 26

Sans and babies

Frisk and babies

Papara parents

Sep 27

Witch au

US Papyrus' feelings about US Frans?

Sep 28

Do any Papara/Frans ever angrily kiss?

Which are the clingiest?

Lamiatale x Wraithtale cross over?!

If sans/papyrus could be any other cryptid

Sep 29

HT Frans and HT Papara headcanons

Frister x Frans love triangle

Convergence but Frans/Paparas fawn their SO

Sep 30

How would Frisk/Chara do proposals? If at all?

Horrortale proposal

Mafia Frans? Mafia Papara proposal/wedding?

Casinotale?

Frister headcanons?

Gfrans/papara PROPOSALS!

Other types of posts

Sep 1

Frister?

Think Portal 2 x Undertale!

Least favored au?

What do you like about Sans and Papyrus?

Sep 6 - List yours fav US!Sans prompt(?)

Sep 7 - Can we use your prompts too?

Sep 8 - Can I translate your stories?

Sep 18 - Maybe Sans didn’t actually dislike Frisk

Sep 23 - If I haven’t responded yet

Sep 25 - My tubby fluffy cat

Sep 27

Fell version of Swap or a Swap version of Fell?

Can you draw Sans and Frisk

Sep 28 - Why Frans and Papara?

Sep 30

Look if you dare!

Storyshift Papara

Do you look at Frisk being other than a girl?

Did you ship anyone before frans?

Are you secretly self inserting yourself as Frisk?

Story released that month

Sep 3 - I’m Telling the Tooth!

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October’s next!

[nctrenjunie]

Wanted U~ Mark (M)

Author: Sera

Pairing: Reader x Mark

Genre: Smut & Angst

Comment: Hey I´m back after 100 years. Sorry for the long wait.

Request: can i request a smut with lots of angst in it? it can be mark or haechan

The smoke of the cigarette vanishes in the air, flying away from your balcony. You take another puff of your cigarette observing how it becomes smaller. You let out a loud sigh before throwing the rest of the glowing cigarette down your balcony. You can still see the glow of the cigarette before it vanishes as fast as the smoke you breathed out. The prominent “ding” of your smartphone game notification brings your hand down into your jeans pocket. You delete the unnecessary notifications and scroll through your chats.

On My Way

The message was sent 15 minutes ago, he must be here any minute. To your misery it didn't rain, still the sky was painted grey and black, no stars to be seen. The somehow cold spring breeze gave you goosebumps so you decided to get back into the apartment.

You close the balcony door and take of your socks before getting into your slippers. Sitting down in your armchair you take your coffee cup up your lips. You shudder at the sour and bitter taste of the already cold coffee before putting the cup back on your coffee table. You stare at the cup, thinking about doing another one before you hear a knock against your door. You get up, walking to your front door.

You open the door, only to be greeted by a happy looking boy with a cheerful smile and beautiful puppy eyes. You put your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His hands move up to your shoulders before leaving a short peck on your forehead. You pull away, opening the door a little bit more as he walks behind you. Mark closes the door behind him as he walks behind you into the living room. He notices the dirty socks on the floor, the already cold coffee cup and the fire lighter on your coffee table. He takes your wrist securely in his hand before turning you around and pulling you closer to his body. He moves his head down to your lips, nearly kissing them. Anticipating the kiss, you close your eyes and move up on your tiptoes.

“Did you smoke again?”

You open your eyes, staring over his shoulder only to see the already wilted flower pot on your little drawer. His breath keeps hitting against your mouth. You get down from your tiptoes, height sinking.

“You know I'm not addicted, just sometimes once in a while I smoke one.”

“I know, I know Y/N.”

He shows you one of his familiar smiles while his hands wander down to your hips. His head falls down, putting his forehead on yours. You feel his lips plaster a soft kiss on your nose tip. You look up. One of his hand goes up to your chin as your eyes meet. He brings you up to his lips before gently pressing them against yours. Your lips press against his over and over, eyes closed. You open your eyes for a moment to find his blouse. Mark smiles into the kiss as you slowly start to unbutton his blouse before letting it fall down to the floor. Your hands go up on his shoulders as you start dragging him into your bedroom.

“Are we already starting? I thought we could watch someth....”

“Shhh, you talk to much.”

You interrupt his sentence as both of you enter your bedroom, crashing your lips back onto his. You take of your right hand from his shoulder and move it down to his crotch. He lets out a small whimper when he feels your hand rubbing over his crotch. You take the chance and stick your tongue in his mouth while your other hand goes up to his neck, pulling him closer. Your hand starts to unbutton his pants before pulling the zipper down. He looks into your eyes as you pull away from his body before kneeling down on the floor. You pull his pants and his boxers down. His already erected member springs free and your right hand goes up to his dick as you position yourself closer to his dick. You start to pump his dick, getting a breathy groan and some whimpers from Mark as an answer. You keep on going as you feel his hand suddenly on yours. He pulls you up and brings you to your bed before falling down on it with you.

“You shouldn't be on the floor baby.”

He hovers over you and takes of your shirt and then your bra. You feel his lips kissing your neck while his hands move down your body before landing on your waist. He pulls down your leggings leaving you only in your panties. His mouth start to kiss down your neck to your shoulder and collarbone. Butterfly kisses keep touching your body, moving down your body. The kisses end at the hem of your panties. Mark looks up to you a little smile landing on his face as he bites on the hem of your panties. He pulls your pants down with the help of his hand, throwing it away before positioning himself between your legs.

You feel his hot breath against your aroused pussy. Mark starts to lick up and down your pussy, bringing moans out of your mouth. His tongue puts pressure on your clit and his hands land on your legs. Marks tongue starts to circle around your clit and you feel one of his hand moving down from your leg to your heat. His hand starts to slide up and down your slit, bringing loud whimpers out of you. His other hand pulls your hips closer and the grasp gets stronger as you try to close your leg because of the ecstasy. You let out a loud moan as Mark enters one finger into your pussy. You look down, his eyes meeting yours, never leaving them. He starts to move his finger to the rhythm of his tongue and more moans start to leave your mouth. You moan his name out loud as you feel another finger enter your pussy. Your body starts to get ht as well as his, feeling your high coming closer. More hasty breathes come out of your mouth, while his fingers keep on moving in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck, Mark please, let me cum.”

“As you wish princes.”

Mark answers you with a smile on his face as he keeps. His tongue starts to move faster on your clit, bringing lewd moans out of your mouth. You roll your head back into your neck as you feel your orgasm roll over you. fuck. Your eyes are still closed as you feel Marks body move up. He lets you come down from your high while his hand goes up to your hair, stroking the sweaty strains away, out of your face. You open your eyes again, meeting his. You pull him closer to your body, arms moving over his shoulder and one of your hand to the back of his neck. The warmth of his body embraces yours while you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Are you ready?”

You nod. He enters you, giving you time to adjust before starting to move. Soft. His body is close to yours fucking you softly similar to the soft moans that leave his mouth as well as yours. You pull him closer, wanting more of him on you. The soft but deep hits, bring you fast to the feeling of your second high approaching. Mark starts to leave kisses against your neck again before you pull his head to yours. You kiss him, pulling away before Mark crashes his lips against yours. Your lips keep on moving against each other, parting sometimes to let out soft moans. You cum a second time as he hits deep into you, leaving scratches on his back. You move away from his lips, moving your head into his neck. Mark keeps moving into you, his moves getting sloppier. Your name leaves his mouth with a loud moan as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck.”

He pulls out of you, his sweaty body landing next to yours. You want more, more of his warmth. You listen to both of you regulating your breathes, wondering what to do now. He speaks up.

“I..I love you Y/N.”

Wanting to answer the same you stop. You look up the ceiling hesitating, scared of what might come out of your own mouth. You hate yourself for looking so monotone up the ceiling as you answer him.

“We are only friends Mark. Nothing more. Only friends.”

Your whisper the last words, trying not to cry from your answer. The room starts to fall silent again as you suddenly hear sniffles from the other side of the bed. To scared to see him cry, you stand up walking out of the bedroom. You find a sweater and put it on you before taking the fire lighter and the cigarette packet with you. Your hot body hits the cold breeze, starting to feel cold again as you enter the balcony with your bare foot. You light yourself a cigarette and put it in your mouth. You hear the creak of your bed and footsteps. Hearing the shuffle of clothes, you breath out before putting the cigarette back into your mouth. Don't. You hear the front door close. The smoke of your cigarette vanishes, like him. You throw the cigarette down your balcony on the sidewalk. The glow from the cigarette vanishes as well as your warmth. You feel warm tears running down your face as you laugh pathetically at your answer. Rain falls down the sky, bringing you back to the start of the night, awaiting the rain that didn't come, to your misery.

[sofhyuck]

Greasy Baby

Genre: fluff, greaser!hyuck

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N this au stems from some enlightening conversations with @cinanamon who is graciously allowing me to use some of her ideas, this one’s for you bb ;))))

greaser!hyuck is...a lil shit to say the least

like ye he’s a handsome boi i mean,,,imagine him in a leather jacket,,,hair gelled back,,,yes pls

but he knows him and his group of bois (dreamies hello) are hot shit and he’s not afraid to show that he knows it

him and the dreamies are always seen cruising around town,,, harassing hollerin at the ladies from the inside of hyuck’s beat up mustang (is that a time period correct car??? idk and idc to look it up lol)

he never actually physically harasses anyone, it’s all fun and games (for them at least don’t accept cat calling kids men ain’t shit)

there’s just...nothing else really for them to do around town

the only forms of entertainment come from the drive in theater and the soda shop that all the kids hang out at after school

he attends his local university since him and the gang come from a small town and didn’t really care to leave or have the grades to go to a better school

and you...well you don’t really know why you decided to attend a university in such a dinky little town

maybe it’s because you wanted a change of pace from the city, and maybe it’s because it’s your mother’s alma mater and you spent a few of your summers there

but somehow you find yourself at the school

the only problem is,,,everyone who attends the school grew up in the dumb town,,,meaning everyone already knows each other and has their friend groups and cliques

leaving you to fend for yourself and kind of live as an outsider

sure you make acquaintances in your classes but,,,it’s hard for you to make solid friends when everyone else already knows everything about everyone else 

so you’ve been living your life on campus, smiling at the acquaintances you’ve made when you pass by them on the street, but you never really hang out with anyone after school

your sophomore year you got a job at the soda shop bc college ain’t cheap and they were hiring

surprisingly enough you made close friends through the job, your coworkers went to the same uni as you and the clientele were also in some of your classes

so you began to actually go out more (when you weren’t working obvi)

on day you were on campus walking to your next class and you saw one of said new friends

but while you were distracted with waving to them you bumped into someone and woop guess who????

you guessed it our boy hyuck with the rest of 00 line walking past

he was bouta pop off but then he sees it’s you the cute lil waitress from the soda shop that he’s lowkey seen around and been crushing on for a few months now

so when he sees you stuttering out an apology bc boi is brighter than the damn son and took your breath away

he just smirks and lets out a lil chuckle and just says ‘don’t worry about it sweetcheeks’ with a wink and then he’s off

you stand there for a moment in shock bc like obvi you know who he is even if you’ve only been around a few years who tf doesn’t know hyuck and co

and ofc your friends all saw and were like...b don’t even worry about it he just be like that sometimes ya know

and you’re like yea u right and forget about the whole encounter

but guess who doesn’t ohohoho it’s mister lee donghyuck himself he be thinking about it the rest of the day bc wow you’re even prettier up close huh

and the rest of dream are like...mmhmm ok mr. lee not sus at all we’re on. to. you.

so guess where hyuck ever so casually zooms off to after his classes are over????

oh boy you guessed it right off to the soda shop but oomph poor bb you’re not actually working that day and bb is sad :(((( meanwhile his boys are just laughing at him bc omg hyuck is so w hi p pe d

so now bb is going to the shop every moment he can until!!! finally!!! you’re working again god bless!!!

as soon as he sees you’re working baby sits bolt up right and starts fixing his slicked back hair that he had totally not been running his hands through out of nerves

the other boys weren’t there bc??? they have better places to be than at the soda shop for the 50000 time that day even though chenle and jisung had been there earlier just to laugh at him

but now holy shit you’re coming over and you look so cute in the dumb poodle skirt they make you wear as a uniform with your hair placed in a high ponytail

meanwhile you’re sw e a t i n g bc shit it’s hyuck and he’s still a handsome ass boy and you have to serve his table n ow f u c k

so you sidle on over and give him your usual spiel asking what he’d like to order n shit

and this boy omf remember when i said he was annoying?

well yea he fucking goes ‘are you on the menu bc I’d certainly like to have a piece of you’

and you’re like...boy tf oh my god i want to SLAP him 

but you grin through it like ha ha...funny ok...our specials for today are...

hyuck ain’t listening anymore bc he’s busy mentally kicking himself bc??? really hyuck??? you’re trying to make her like you wtf were you t h in k i ng

so he just points at some random thing on the menu, his head hanging in shame

and yea you’d think it was cute if he hadn’t just gotten on your damn nerves

but, alas, you have to continue serving the boy who had ordered literally just a fried egg but you know who were you to judge

he eats the egg rather quickly and then just...sits there...not doing anything...and you don’t know what to do like you can’t kick him out he did order something and it’s not particularly busy

meanwhile hyuck’s head is spinning trying to think of how to woo you after completely embarrassing himself earlier

after like an hour passes you head over to him, ready to ask him again if he wants anything else to eat 

but as soon as you get to him he jolts upright scaring the shit out of you and he’s like fuck sorry i didn’t mean to scare you 

and you’re like it’s fine now seriously do you want anything else-

but he cuts you off and suddenly...lee donghyuck?? is grabbing onto your hand??? and rapidly apologizing to you for being so Gross earlier

you gotta shake the boy off of you and honestly,,,he’s really endearing like aw he’s so embarrassed what a bb

when you get out of his grip you’re like bro it’s ok tbh i get much worse all the time

suddenlt hyuck is ready to f i g ht like who tf??? i will square up 

in your head you’re like,,,bitch ik you catcall don’t even try...but in reality you’re like mmmhmm sure ok you couldn’t hurt a damn fly

hyuck is angery now like wdym im tough >:( don’t you see my leather jacket and cool hair and car???

and you,,,oh you little reader pat lee donghyuck’s fUCkiNg head and now he is blushing oooooh

in a smol voice he asks for his check and leaves you a v generous tip despite your protests

and by that time his confidence seems to come back bc he winks and tells you he’ll be back

you giggle and give him a lil wave bc...wow lee donghyuck is just a cute shy lil bb hehe

and now hyuck is coming in every day,,,sometimes with his boys,,,sometimes alone but no matter what he’s always sure to, in a respectful manner, flirt with you and chat you up while dream just look on in amusement bc, again, hyuck is wh i p p e d

y’all just kinda...live like that for a few weeks but it’s v clear to e v er y body that there is shit going down between the two of you

like at this point hyuck’s hanging around campus with you too so like,,,everyone and their mother knows at this point bc,,,like i said earlier,,,everyone in this damn town knows everything about everyone

so ya’ll are stagnant, hyuck flirting, you laughing and sometimes flirting back

until one day ohhh boy there’s a new boul in town and he is not ashamed at all

and by that i mean he’s the biggest fucking asshole to ever step foot in the town, thinking he’s hot shit and everybody wants him when everyone hates his g u t s

and this boy has been hanging around the shop, livin his life, waiting for his moment to strike

but uh oh he made a mistake bc the first person he attempts to come on to...is you

and hyuck has been there bc he knows this guy has been hanging around and he wants to keep an eye on you his girl

it was a good thing too bc... this boul is going all out

tugging lightly at your skirt when you come to take his order while he uses the same cringy line hyuck used on you that first day

and hyuck knows you’re a big girl who can handle herself which you make very clear by firmly rejecting him with a smile plastered across your face

but...boy does not and will not let up

and you’re getting more and more frustrated and hyuck can tell esp when you keep throwing exasperated looks in his direction w the occasional eye roll

he would laugh but he’s too busy trying not to flip his shit

until boy fuckin just goes to grab your ass and you immediately move back, ready to reprimand him

but all thoughts are brushed aside when a loud crash sounds followed by heavy footsteps

hyucky had stood up so harshly that his chair had fallen over but he hadn’t even bothered to fix it bc he immediately stormed over to you, loosely wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side 

he is m a d like you thought he couldn’t fight before but now he looks like he could rip a guys head off and you lowkey find it hot but that’s not what’s important right now

the guy is like oh woops sorry bro didn’t know she was taken but hyuck is not having it going off about how you shouldn’t treat anyone like that period no matter if they’re in a relationship or not

and yes hyuck and his friends had been the same way a few months before but meeting you changed his way of thinking and his friends as well

bc the idiots had never had any female acquaintances before but now they have you and you’re like a sister to them except for hyuck obvi bc he’s in looove

anyway back to the matter at hand i swear i keep going on tangents soz

you have to calm hyuck down before he actually punches this guy in the nose and the guy throws some money on the table before booking it out of there bc he’s high key scared rn lol puddy

your boss comes out and is like...y’all good? and you’re like uhhh yea mind if i talk to him for a minute? n he’s like ya sure whatever

so you pull hyuck over to a back room and you’re like,,,bro,,,wtf you good now??

but hyuck is on a roll now and just flat out says ‘i’ve liked you for a while now so will you do me the honor of being my gf?’

you ??? for a second before snapping himself out of it and you’re like ??? hell yea boi tf???

so now y’all are dating woo!!!

he makes sure to come to the shop whenever you’re working

at first he even would miss classes but you were not gonna have that oh no education comes first kids >:(((

and he was like ugh ok fine but he always managed to get other dreamies to be there when he couldn’t just so he knows you’re ok :(((

you get really close with the other dreamies tho so now you’re all one happy family

even when hyuck isn’t at your shift he makes sure to pick you up afterwards

waiting outside, leaning against his beat up mustang …leather jacket on…waiting for you to come out…and when you walk up to him he grabs you by the waist…pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead…before opening the door for you…driving off to who knows where…but neither of you care as long as you’re together…

sometimes you go to the drive in and cuddle up in the backseat making out for the duration of the movie hehe

you climb onto his lap and sometimes you can hear the people in the next car wooping and hyuck just gives them the finger before bringing his hand back to settle on the back of your thigh

ahem anyways enough of that

other times you just,,, drive around,,, windows down,,, blasting music and laughing,,, just living your life as two college students should hyuck’s hand resting on your thigh shhhh

you always stop at the same dingy diner that’s hidden away on some side road

(shout out to steph for this next part love you bb uwu)

and hyuck always rummages through his pockets  for change to buy you a drink, even when you say he doesn’t have to and you know he doesn’t always have the most money he says he wants to

trips to the diner are always followed by sunset drives where you have to remind him to watch the road bc  he finds it so much fun to smiles t you and try to kiss you while driving and you scold him that he’s going to die one day, him saying it’s better to live hard, die young

[ronearoundblindly]

Well. That's a strong opening, ma'am.

I FUCKING KNEW IT!

I win. I don't know what I win reading more of this but I win.

Fuk u, Michael.

Oh, but...ouch, bae.

Lloyd is near giddy as he forces Michael to watch you get violated on screen.

Oh. I do not have words.

But this loser you married? It took him six months to break.

watching you through your home security cameras

yeah, i gotta admit i didn't see it being lloyd for the whole 6 mths...and I should really find this darker than I do...

Lloyd just laughs. “She’s fine,” he says. “Better than fine, I would argue. In fact, I think I might keep her—at least until the job is done.”

mercy. i beg mercy, woman.

And, of course, he wants to see the man’s face when you tell him the kid’s not his. That’ll be absolutely delightful.

absolutely dies. is ded.

First, he decides to give you a little taste of the domestic.

and this is the most afraid i have ever been while reading this

“That’s my boy,” Lloyd says, and he finds himself feeling a surprising surge of pride.

i cried. i'm going to hell.

“Not if I buy off the coach,” Lloyd quips. “So what else?”

WHY DID I CRY HARDER?!

“That’s what he wants you to think, Porkchop."

Bringing it on back to Fuck-You-Lloydville. Welcome home, sweetie.

“Six months, but-”

“You think I wanted to have to go see your piece of shit husband every goddamn week knowing that he goes home to my girl and my son?"

::absolutely vomits everywhere:: omgomgomg

Because if that was me, Porkchop—if you were my wife and some asshole came into my office and told me not to touch you, I wouldn’t last a fucking day. I’d go home that night and fuck you harder because of it.

Here lies Ro. Murdered. She loved it.

Yikes.

Lloyd smiles. Yes, yes you are.

ndvur;ihe;ruvndknvdfbvlvbndlkuvbd;iuvh;gnrt;ht;fi

you could have cried because the last thing in the world you were expecting was for Lloyd Hansen to actually care.

I literally took my glasses off and pinched the bridge of my nose. Oof

OOF. ::fills a bowl with chocolate and goes to town::

Cue chorus of nope, nope, nope, nope, nopenopenope, nope-nope, nopey-nopers.

“What I want is to eat your sweet cunt until you cry."

Gurl, the chocolate is already gone. I am not prepared.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Flavor savor?! oh god, real vom, jesus christ, resume chorus of no's

i don't know what emotions i'm feeling anymore. there's too many. Yup, welcome to the Horny Horror Fanfic Show, audience of my stupid ass for staying up really late to read this masterpiece of fuckery.

your dick

I WALKED AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. He said 'baby?!?!'

oh no, i woke the whole house with my gasp. welp. I'm absolutely never going to recover from that. Cheers to you, ma'am. I am deceased.

Special Girl - Part 5

Summary: You arrived at Harvard as a shy, nerdy girl. You never thought a guy like Lloyd Hansen would notice you. But Lloyd saw you—really saw you—and for a time you became his special girl. Now, years later, you’re stuck in a sexless marriage. Unloved and unfucked for months, you’ve decided enough is enough. The fact that Lloyd has been keeping tabs on you for years has nothing to do with it… or does it?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 7.7K

Warnings: DUBCON (alcohol use/manipulation); INCREDIBLY unsafe/unhealthy/deadass wrong BDSM practices (Lloyd doesn’t do safewords or aftercare); plus-sized reader/fatphobia; cheating; degradation; bondage, spanking/whipping, gagging; knife kink; blood kink; CNC roleplay; gunplay; rough oral (m receiving); explicit sex (O,V,A); unprotected sex (Lloyd doesn’t wear condoms, ok?); unwanted pregnancies/abortion; physical intimidation/abuse; general toxicity; Lloyd is a psycho and he’s fucking mean—Dead Dove Do Not Eat! 18+ only, no minors.

Series Masterlist

Part Five

Lloyd leaves you catatonic on the bed, his cum dripping out of your every hole, and makes his way over to the pool house. He’s still there, tied to a chair, his right eye swollen shut and his split lip finally starting to coagulate. By Lloyd’s estimation, he’s got at least two broken ribs, three broken fingers, a dislocated shoulder, and a nasty case of testicular torsion. He’ll probably lose the nut, not that he’s using it much these days.

“Hey there, Mikey,” Lloyd says. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was doing a bit of entertaining.” Lloyd scooches a chair up next to Michael—slowly, deliberately—and points his Ruger at his stomach. “Now, have you thought any more about the question I asked you earlier?”

“I told you,” Michael says feebly. “I don’t know where my father hid the drive. I just need more time—another week, maybe two, and you’ll have everything you need.”

Lloyd pokes him in the ribs with the muzzle of his gun and Michael winces. “And that would have been fine,” he says, “except you broke my rules.”

Michael’s one good eye goes wide as he looks up at Lloyd. “I didn’t. I-”

“Hope the head was worth it, buddy,” Lloyd says, clapping Michael on his fucked-up shoulder before rising from his seat. “You really should have let her finish. Little wifey sure knows her way around a dick.” Lloyd grabs the laptop off the table and pulls up the video file he’s just uploaded. “Believe me, I know,” he says, and he winks at your husband as he presses play.

Lloyd is near giddy as he forces Michael to watch you get violated on screen. After all, he did give him fair warning this would happen, and it’s what the guy deserves for being such a pain in the ass. It should have taken a month tops for Michael to collect the evidence on his father, but the guy is just such a wimp—too intimidated to stand up to his old man, too scared to go snooping around in his own parents’ house. So Lloyd had come up with a motivational tactic he thought might move things along: he had told your husband in no uncertain terms that if he engaged in any PG-13-and-up activity with you before he’d finished the job, you would be the one to pay for it. But if Lloyd is honest, it was less about getting the intel and more that he’d really just wanted to see if Michael would listen—if he was really so fucking weak that he’d let another man tell him if and when he could fuck his own wife.

If you were his wife, Lloyd thinks, there isn’t a person in the world—including you—that could stop him from fucking you whenever and wherever he wanted. But this loser you married? It took him six months to break, and even then he was too much of a pussy to stick his dick down your throat and take what was his; you’d practically forced yourself on him and still he could barely get it up. And then he fucking cries? Lloyd chuckles every time he thinks about it: watching you through your home security cameras, giving your husband one last chance to prove he’s worth a damn, down on your knees in your pretty little dress with your tits out, begging your own husband to want you. It was so fucking pathetic.

But you’d stuck to your guns in the end, told him to fuck off like the worthless piece of shit that he is. Lloyd had known you wanted out, that you have for years—all he’d done was give you a little incentive, just the push you needed to remember that you may have been married to Michael for all these years, but you’d never really been his. Your husband had never owned you—mind, body, and soul; only Lloyd Hansen has that distinction.

Lloyd sits with his hands clasped in his lap, his long legs spread wide in Michael’s direction as the man in front of him curses and weeps at the violent imagery playing on the laptop screen. He wears his most devious smile as he listens to you play the victim, and he watches your husband go through the gamut of human emotions one might expect in this particular circumstance: disgust, fear, anger, despair. If this guy only knew, Lloyd thinks, that this is tame for his wife. Every time Michael tries to look away, Lloyd tsk tsks him and raises his gun and barks, “Keep watching.”

Of course, Michael doesn’t know that you like everything that’s being done to you on that tape, that you asked for it, that you’ve been dreaming about it for years. Maybe if he did, he’d be crying even harder. As it stands, though, Michael is gagging as he watches you swallow Lloyd’s cum, and by the time Lloyd’s got his dick in you, your husband is retching up stomach acid all over his bare chest. His skin has to burn like hell, too, with all the cuts Lloyd had made.

“Turn it off,” Michael begs. “Please.”

“Ohhh, but it’s just about to get really good,” Lloyd says. “You ever fuck her ass, Mikey? I’m willing to bet that you haven’t. Well, let me tell you, It’s like heaven in there.”

“Did you kill her?” he croaks out. “Did you kill my wife?” 

Lloyd just laughs. “She’s fine,” he says. “Better than fine, I would argue. In fact, I think I might keep her—at least until the job is done.”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Michael begs. “Please just let her go.”

Lloyd leans in and whispers in Michael’s ear, “Not a chance. She’s just so much fun to play with.”

Lloyd leaves the video on repeat, checking Michael’s wrists and ankles to make sure his binds are secure before locking the pool house back up. The man is already broken, more malleable than he’s ever been, and Lloyd knows this thing could be finished tonight if he let him go—that he’s finally willing to man up and stand up to his father and get the fucking job done—but Lloyd is simply enjoying this too much. Psychological torture isn’t usually Lloyd’s thing, but he’s too close to this one; he wants Michael to suffer in every possible way because he committed the worst crime of all—he took something that doesn’t belong to him.

Walking back towards the house, Lloyd makes a decision. He’s spent months working this guy to get the job done the way the client wants it done—totally under the radar, no casualties—but he’d stopped caring about doing things the right way the second he saw Michael watching that video. What Lloyd wants now, what he needs, is for your husband to know everything, to see everything. He decides he’s going to let his team handle this business with the Senator—send them in quick and dirty, even if that means the old man dies bloody and the client doesn’t get exactly what he wants—because it’s not about the job anymore; it’s about what Lloyd wants, and what Lloyd wants is for your pathetic, weak-willed pussy of a husband to watch you get fucked live and in person so he knows that you are his, always were and always will be, and that there hasn’t been one single hour of one single day where you wouldn’t have chosen him if he’d given you the option.

And, of course, he wants to see the man’s face when you tell him the kid’s not his. That’ll be absolutely delightful.

It’s not that Lloyd feels threatened—how could he? The man is an ant and he is a boot. No, he just wants to see if you’ll do it, if just the chance that Lloyd might want you is enough to get you to cuck your husband and finally tell him the truth. You’ve already left Michael, but are you willing to hurt him? Might you even enjoy it? Is it possible that, deep down, you and Lloyd really are the same?

It’s Lloyd’s last test for you—his most important test—and if you can prove yourself to him then maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you what you’ve always wanted. The kid is a problem, of course, but Lloyd is nothing if not a problem-solver.

First, he decides to give you a little taste of the domestic. He walks back up to the bedroom and finds you freshly showered and wearing the Harvard football jersey—his jersey—that he’d left out for you. He likes you in it, wearing his name and his number: a branding of its own, just not Lloyd’s favorite kind. It pisses him off that you’d tattooed over his initials but he understands. What man would want to fuck a woman with another man’s name carved into her leg? Lloyd gets it, he does, but he’s already planning where he’ll cut you next, what he’ll write. Perhaps a Property of Lloyd Hansen right above your pussy. No, that’s too many letters for knifework, but maybe the tattoo gun…

“Hi,” you say. “Sorry I kind of passed out.”

“S’alright, Porkchop.” He crosses the room with a few purposeful strides and kisses you lightly on top of your head. “I know I gave it to you pretty rough.”

“I liked it,” you say, squinting your eyes and using that husky little voice you do when you want him to know how much you love the pain and how much of it you’re willing to endure for him.

“Oh, I know you did.” He wraps you up in his arms and feels you relax into him. “Now will you come downstairs, actually eat something this time? We’ve got all weekend, you know.”

You look up at him, as surprised as Lloyd expects you to be at his just throwing the invitation out there.

“Really?” you ask.

“Of course,” he replies. “Did you think I was just gonna kick you out? After all this time? No way, Porkchop. I’ve got big plans for you.”

Lloyd runs his thumb across the apple of your cheek and you lean into it and close your eyes. He kisses your forehead and then your lips—those plump, pillow-soft lips that feel so fucking perfect against his own. Lloyd isn’t big on kissing, never has been, unless it’s you. He pulls away because he has to or else he’ll end up back in bed with you. That can’t happen, not right now; he’s got work to do.

“Let’s go eat,” he says, and you follow him down the stairs.

Lloyd lets you reheat the food in the kitchen. He lets you pour him a drink. He lets you make him a plate before making one for yourself. Such a good little wife, so well trained. He knows you would live to serve him and he’d live like a goddamn king if he let you into his life. It really is a shame, though; you’re so much better than this, so much more. You would have made an excellent lawyer—and not a dirtbag, either. You would have done something of substance, something that mattered, something that helped people. You’re so very good at making other people happy.

After you’ve cleared his plate and yours, Lloyd lets you rinse the dishes but tells you to leave the rest. “Come sit with me,” he says. He pours you another glass of wine and takes it, and you, into the living room before making a fire in the oversized stone fireplace.

You’re cradling your glass of wine in both your hands, sitting on the big brown leather couch with your legs tucked under you. You’ve got nothing on under his jersey and it takes all the strength Lloyd can muster not to throw you on the rug in front of the fire and fuck you half blind. But no—not yet. He has some questions he needs to ask you, some things he needs to say.

“So,” he says, poking at the fire and turning around, “tell me about Harrison.”

He watches your eyes light up and your quick attempt to hide it, but of course he clocks it—he was waiting for it.

“I didn’t think you were interested,” you say, but not unkindly.

“Well, I am… in my way.” He sits next to you on the couch and places his hand on your bare thigh. “Look, I never wanted to be a dad. You know that. I fucking hate my dad and I’d probably be a far worse one than he was, but… you know… he’s my son. I want to know about him. That is if you want to tell me. I understand if you don’t.”

You smile softly and Lloyd can see your eyes start to water. Hook. Line. Sinker.

“He’s a lot like you, actually,” you begin. “I mean, he looks like you, but it’s not just that. He’s whip-smart and he knows exactly what he wants at all times—has even before he could talk.” You laugh a little, thinking about it. “And he’s a tough kid, maybe a little too tough, honestly, but he’s got a good heart underneath it all. And he’s so sweet when he wants to be.”

“He gets that part from you,” Lloyd says, and you roll your eyes. “What kind of stuff does he like?”

“He loves superhero movies and pepperoni pizza and, of course, football. You’ll be happy to know that he thinks flag football is for ‘wusses’ and he can’t wait until he can play tackle.”

“That’s my boy,” Lloyd says, and he finds himself feeling a surprising surge of pride.

He didn’t think he would actually care about any of this, and he was more than prepared to fake it for your sake, but the more he learns about his son—that there’s a tiny little Lloyd running around out there with that same innate urge to hurt—the more vainglorious he feels. He created this life, forced it into you so that you could push it out into the world and give the universe another Lloyd Hansen. There’s a certain power in that that Lloyd had never, until this very moment, understood or recognized. 

“He’s definitely his father’s son,” you say, searching his eyes for any sign that that means something to him. Lloyd gives you what you’re looking for, of course, and you smile. “He’s gonna get kicked off the team. I swear.”

“Not if I buy off the coach,” Lloyd quips. “So what else?”

“Well,” you continue, “he loves everything about the fall—the leaves and the pumpkin picking and Halloween costumes and candy. He hates me because I don’t let him watch scary movies yet, and he hates me because I make him go to school, which he despises even though he’s the smartest kid in his class.”

“Keep the kid in school, Porkchop. I mean it. Don’t let him grow up to be some degenerate dropout loser.”

“Oh, he’ll stay in school, because he can’t play football if he doesn’t. He’s starting to learn that sometimes you have to suffer for the things that you love.”

“Harsh lesson for a six-year-old,” Lloyd says, taking a deep pull of whiskey.

“Yeah, well, it’s a harsh world.”

Lloyd puts his drink down and turns to face you before grabbing your bare legs and putting them in his lap. “Look, I know you know what I do, that my particular line of work isn’t exactly conducive to being a family man. It’s not that I don’t care. It really isn’t. It’s just… complicated. I mean, you can’t expose a kid to that.”

“I know,” you say. “I understand, I do. I’ve never asked you for anything, Lloyd. I never even told you he was yours.”

“You didn’t have to tell me. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Your eyes drop to your hands in your lap and Lloyd notices, for the first time, that you’ve taken off your wedding ring. “At first,” you say, “but then you just kept popping up and I knew you must know.” You look back up at him, searching his eyes for a truth you’ll never get. “Is that why you’ve been following me? Is it because of Harrison?”

And now, Lloyd thinks, it’s time to lay a few cards on the table: not all of them, of course, but enough to nudge you towards where he wants you—needs you—to be.

Lloyd sighs deep. “I need to tell you something,” he says, “and you’re going to get upset, but I need you to promise me that you’ll just listen to everything I have to say before you freak out, ok?”

Lloyd can smell the fear wafting off you. “You’re scaring me, Lloyd.”

“Good,” he says. “You should be scared. I’ve been trying to protect you from this shit for years, but it’s getting really ugly now and it’s time you knew the truth.”

“Protect me? Protect me from what? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Lloyd has decided to give you the broad strokes, taking a bit of creative license where it suits him, and he begins.

“I told you not to marry Michael. I told you his father was a scumbag, but what I didn’t tell you —because I didn’t know then—was that the Senator is a very dangerous man. I always knew he made his money selling secrets. That’s about the worst kept secret in Washington but�� you know… selling secrets is a D.C. staple. I thought it might hurt him eventually, but I never thought it would hurt you.”

You sit up straight and turn to him, sitting cross-legged as his jersey rides up your thighs and Lloyd tells himself don’t look, don’t look, focus.

“What do you mean hurt me? What the fuck is going on, Lloyd?”

Lloyd takes your hands in his. “The Senator’s been selling the wrong secrets to the wrong people—high-security intel he shouldn’t even have access to and he’s auctioning it off to the highest bidder—the fucking Russians, no less. But he’s got friends high up in the agency, probably because he’s got dirt on them too, so no one was doing a goddamn thing about it while I was there. But now there’s been a change of the guard, the CIA wanted to move on him, so they brought me in, and that’s when I found out that… well…” Lloyd takes a deep breath and prepares himself to tell the Big Lie, the one you absolutely have to believe if any of this is going to work. “Michael knew. He’s always known. And a lot of his money—your money—it’s from the Russians.”

Lloyd looks you in the eye, daring you to question him, and you find in them what you’ve always found: exactly what he wants you to see. “I don’t understand,” you say, your voice shaky. “He doesn’t work with his father. He barely even talks to the man anymore.”

“That’s what he wants you to think, Porkchop. He doesn’t want you to know that you’re using blood money to send your kid to school and get your fuckin hair done.”

“What do you mean blood money?”

“About a year ago, the Senator sold off the names of a bunch of undercover agents. As of today, there’s only one left alive. The Senator got millions for it. That’s around the same time Michael got that big bonus and you bought your fancy new house, no?”

You bring your hands to your mouth and make a sound that’s not altogether human. “Oh my God,” you say, but you’re not quite ready to believe it. You shake your head. “No, Michael wouldn’t do this. He would never take the money if he knew that people would die because of it. He just… he wouldn’t.”

“He would, Porkchop, and he did. I can show you the paper trail if you want, but that’s not even the worst of it.”

“How can this possibly get any worse, Lloyd?” you ask, and you’ve got that look in your eyes—that fear that Lloyd finds so goddamn addictive. Christ, he can smell it on you. Focus, Lloyd.

“Things can always get worse,” he says, “especially when the Russians are involved. The Senator fucked up this time because he’s a greedy sonofabitch. He smelled that oligarch money and he decided to play the Russians off each other to drive up the price. Let’s just say, these are guys who do not like to lose, and now the losers are pissed, and they’re out for blood—specifically your family’s blood, and they do not give a single fuck who they drain it from. I killed one of them outside your house four months ago, another one outside Harrison’s school his first day back, but they just keep coming, Porkchop, and you know I’d kill a fucking army of men for you but they’ll just keep sending more unless Michael gets me what I need.”

Lloyd can see your hands trembling a bit as your mouth drops open. “You… you killed someone… for me?”

Lloyd takes a sip of his drink and puts the glass back down on the coffee table. “Technically, I’ve killed 23 people for you over the past 14 months, but who’s counting? That’s not the point. The point is that”—he grabs your hands again and stills them—”and I need you to just listen here and don’t get mad, I’ve been trying to work with your husband for a little while now, to get him to help me help the government take control of this situation, to get back the intel the Senator has and get him to turn himself in. And they’ll take it easy on Michael if he cooperates, but he won’t.”

You snatch your hands back from him and straighten your spine. “You’ve been working with my husband?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow at him. “For how long?”

“A couple of months,” Lloyd says, “it doesn’t matter. What matters is-”

“How long, Lloyd? Exactly.” 

He can see in your eyes that you already know the answer. You always were too smart for your own good.

“Six months, but-”

You push away from him, to the other end of the couch, and you drop your head into your hands. “I should have known. Fuck. I should have fucking known you had something to do with this.” You stand up and start pacing back and forth between the couch and the fireplace, cursing under your breath, before you turn back to him, “Is any of this even true? Or did you just wake up one day and decide, ‘Hey, I’m gonna go threaten Michael so he’s too fucking scared to fuck his own wife and then she’ll come crawling back to me like she always does because she’s so goddamn predictable.’” You grab your wine glass and finish the contents in one gulp. “I’m such an idiot. I’m so fucking stu-”

Lloyd rises quickly and you stop speaking, backing away from him as he walks toward you. He takes the glass from your hand, setting it down next to his, and then he grabs your wrists—not as roughly as he could, but not gentle either.

“I didn’t fucking ask for this, ok? Six months ago, my guy at the CIA comes to me and tells me your fucking husband is dirty, hands me a fat paycheck, and tells me to turn the guy, so that’s what I’m gonna do. That’s my fucking job. And you know what? I’m glad he came to me with it, because there’s no one else on Earth that will do more to protect you, to keep you safe, to keep Harrison safe. You think I wanted this?” He drops your hands and runs a hand through his hair. “You think I wanted to have to go see your piece of shit husband every goddamn week knowing that he goes home to my girl and my son? Please. I didn’t fucking ask for this. I told you not to marry him. I told you what would happen if you did and guess what, Porkchop? I was wrong, because this is waaaay fucking worse. So, really, you should be on your goddamn knees thanking me because if they hadn’t come to me, all of you would be in the fuckin ground by now.”

“I- I don’t…” Lloyd can see your mind racing, trying to sort through the infodump he just unloaded on you—to make sense of it, to catch him in a lie or find any evidence whatsoever that the things he’s telling you are untrue. You won’t, of course, and a lot of it is true; you just don’t need to know which parts. “What happens next?” you ask.

“My guys are… let’s just say working with Michael as we speak,” Lloyd replies. “They snatched him up from some shitty motel, and it’s a good thing they did because the Russians tailed him from your house Wednesday night.”

“Th- they were there?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Porkchop,” he says, cupping your cheek. “They are always there.”

“What about Harrison? My parents? Are they-”

“I have people on your parents’ house. They’re not going to touch a goddamn hair on the kid’s head, I promise you that. I may not be Dad material, but I’m not gonna let anyone hurt my son.”

You’re crying now and Lloyd can feel his cock starting to stir in his pants. He wants to grab your face and lick the tears off your cheek. Fucking focus, Lloyd. Christ. 

“I need Michael to cooperate, to get us the information we need so we can figure out who exactly we are dealing with overseas. I can’t stop these guys for good if I don’t know who’s sending them.”

“Well, I’m sure your guys have ways of making people cooperate.” You shudder after you say it, not wanting to let yourself think too hard about what those methods might be. “I can’t imagine Michael would last long under that kind of pressure. I’m shocked he didn’t fold the second you walked through his door.” Lloyd can see it occur to you in real-time that your husband—your weak, spineless loser of a husband—has avoided any real repercussions for months. You look up at him, staring daggers into his eyes. “Why is that, exactly? Why didn’t you make him cooperate months ago?”

Lloyd has been waiting for this question. “I could have,” he says. “Fuck knows I wanted to, but the agency wanted it done clean and my methods are… messy.”

“I don’t believe you,” you yell. “You could have ended this ages ago, but you kept it going. You let me stay in the line of fire for months, Lloyd. Why?”

“I would never have let anything happen to you,” Lloyd replies, and that’s the God’s honest truth. “But… I will admit to having some ulterior motives.”

You roll your eyes and throw up your hands. “Of fucking course you do. You always do. What kind of sick game are you playing? This is life and death shit and you’re playing your fucking games?”

Lloyd takes a deep breath and grabs your shoulders. “I just… I needed to know,’ he says.

“Needed to know what?”

“That you don’t love him anymore. That you really wanted out. So, yeah, maybe I threatened him, told him not to fuck you just to see if that would speed up the process. Because if that was me, Porkchop—if you were my wife and some asshole came into my office and told me not to touch you, I wouldn’t last a fucking day. I’d go home that night and fuck you harder because of it. But this guy? This fucking loser you married?” Lloyd scoffs. “I needed you to finally see it, ok? To see what I have always seen—that he’s weak, a fucking coward, that he’s not good enough for you or strong enough for you.”

“And then what?” you snap. “I leave him and you show up and then what, Lloyd?”

“Then maybe… I don’t know…  I don’t know, ok?”

“You’re the coward,” you shout. Your palms connect with Lloyd’s chest and he lets you push him away. “You’re the weak one. All of this shit you pulled and you still can’t fucking say it.”

Lloyd stares you down, watching your chest rise and fall beneath his jersey. Goddammit, you look so fucking sexy when you’re angry, but he’s so close now. He stalks toward you and grabs your neck, shoving you up against the wall and trapping you there—a caged animal, ready to strike. He’s never seen you this angry; you’ve never allowed yourself to show him this side of you—because he’s never allowed you to—and Lloyd is enjoying it a little too much. He wants to punish you for it, for your insubordination, for daring to question him, but he needs you angry—just not at him. 

Lloyd puts just the right amount of pressure on your carotid artery and presses his forehead to yours. “Call me weak again, Porkchop. Go on. Keep talking your shit, see what happens.”

Your eyelids flutter. He knows how much you love this grip, what it does to you, how stupid you go in his hands. But are you stupid enough to believe him, to trust him, to do exactly what he wants despite everything he’s done to you?

“I’m sorry,” you wheeze. “I didn’t mean it.”

Lloyd smiles. Yes, yes you are.

“All I’m trying to do is keep you safe, Porkchop.” He releases some of the pressure on your neck and you gasp for breath as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “I need you to work with me here, not against me.”

“Wh- what do you need me to do?” you ask. 

I need you to pass your final exam, Lloyd thinks.

“I need you to listen very closely,” he says, “and do exactly what I say.”

***

Your mind is racing as you wait for Lloyd in the strange bed. You didn’t believe him at first, thought it was just some cruel joke he was playing, but he showed you the evidence—photos and bank statements and all sorts of shit that had your head swimming as the reality of it hit home: Michael knew, he was involved, he profited. Your husband—your sweet, gentle, honest husband—is an enemy of the state.

And that should have been the worst of it, but Lloyd saved the actual worst for last: a video recording of the two of them in Michael’s office a few weeks ago, with your husband telling Lloyd that he didn’t care about you anymore—that there was no point in going after you because he was going to leave you anyway. 

But, if you’re honest, you didn’t need to see or hear any of that. Even before you learned that Lloyd had killed for you, you were already all in. Seeing the look in Lloyd’s eyes when he finally said the words “my son”—you could have cried because the last thing in the world you were expecting was for Lloyd Hansen to actually care. He tried to hide it but you could see it on his face; he was emotional (as emotional as Lloyd Hansen gets, anyway) and you’d decided then and there that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to put your family—your real family—back together. 

And he���s finally admitted, in his way, that he wants you. He won’t say it, of course, but he was so close to admitting that he has real feelings for you, that you’re more than just a fucktoy for him to play with, that you’re still his special girl. And so you’d agreed to do what he asked you to do—horrible as it is—because you truly believe that if you do it, he’ll finally admit the truth: that he loves you and he’s always loved you, that he’s ready to make you a real part of his life. There is nothing Lloyd Hansen could ask you to do that was too much, no line you wouldn’t cross, if it meant he would finally make you his.

You’ve got no love left for Michael anyway. He lied to you, he put you and Harrison in danger, and (if you’re honest) Lloyd is right: he’s weak, he’s a coward, and he’s not strong enough for you. You don’t want to hurt him but you know you have no choice. Lloyd explained that it would be better for him in the end—that this is the push he needs to finally cooperate. Without you, without his son, he’ll finally accept that the jig is up. He’ll finally do the right thing and turn the evidence and his father over to the government.

All this should bother you a hell of a lot more than it does, but you have to admit that it’s exciting. You’re on the verge of a whole new life, though you don’t yet know what that looks like. At this point, any life without Michael in it is looking pretty good to you but the life you really want—the life you’ve always wanted—is so close you can taste it. So close, in fact, that it’s currently stripping naked and crawling into bed with you.

The bed dips with Lloyd’s weight and then he’s next to you, one arm around your waist and his head perched atop yours. “All set,” he says. “I’ve got some of my guys at your house. They’ll bring by your and Harrison’s things in the morning. You can’t go back there—neither of you—until this is over.”

“And Michael?” you ask.

“They’ll bring him by, too.”

“Are you sure there isn’t another way?” you ask.

“I’m sure,” he replies. “If he was gonna break, he would have. My guys worked him over pretty good.”

You should feel something when he says this—some disgust, some horror, some sympathy pain—but you don’t. You feel cold and hard and angry. You feel like he did this to himself, that he deserves whatever nightmare he’s currently living at the hands of Hansen Government Services.

“And you think… if we do this… it’ll break him?”

“Oh, Porkchop, I know it will.”

Lloyd runs his hand down your thigh as he kisses your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking a bruise into it. You missed his marks; you want to be littered with them. Your legs open for him and his fingers work their magic on you as he nibbles and sucks at your tits. He’s not as vicious as he usually is—he’s not breaking the skin; he’s almost gentle with you and between this unexpected softness and the feeling of his mustache on the sensitive flesh of your breasts, you're so worked up that you’re already arching your back and yanking at his hair.

“Oh, God, Lloyd. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, I don’t care, just please fuck me.”

Lloyd chuckles against your skin, your nipple still in his mouth, and says, “Whatever I want?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop and smiles up at you. “What I want is to eat your sweet cunt until you cry. Haven’t gotten a taste yet, Porkchop, and I’m fuckin starving for it.”

“It’s yours,” you moan.

“Oh, I know it is.”

Lloyd kisses and sucks his way down your body until he reaches your center, and he shoves his big nose against your clit and his stache against your pussy and he inhales deep. “Fuck me,” he says, and you feel his deep voice rumbling against your most sensitive flesh. “You smell so fuckin good.” He peers up at you from between your thighs and he cocks his head. “Haven’t eaten you out with the flavor savor yet.”

A giggle erupts from the back of your throat and you clasp your hand over your mouth to stop it. You look down at Lloyd, waiting for his expression to go from mirth to malice, but he doesn’t shift.

“What, you don’t like it?” he asks.

“I do,” you say, still trying to keep the giggles at bay. “I love it.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “You want a mustache ride, Porkchop?”

Now it’s pointless to try and stop from laughing, but Lloyd isn’t angry; he’s ravenous. He’s gripping your thighs in his big hands and running his tongue and his teeth up and down them, lightly grazing your clit as he moves from one side to the other and back and forth and back and forth until you’re dizzy.

“Please,” you whimper, so needy to feel his tongue where you need it most.

Suddenly Lloyd releases you and crawls up to the head of the bed, and you’re too distracted by the bounce of his hard heavy cock to even whine at him for teasing you. But you should have known: Lloyd Hansen always gets his before you get yours. You shift your body, ready to suck the soul out of his dick, but when you move to take him in your hand, he stops you.

“Sit on my face,” he commands.

“Wh- what?”

“You heard me. Get the fuck on and strap the fuck in.”

Well, this is new, you think to yourself. Lloyd had never once let you get on top of him unless you were riding his dick. You look him in the eyes, trying to ascertain whether he’s fucking with you or not, but you can see he’s serious even before he snaps, “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face. Now.”

You don’t have to be told twice, and you throw one leg over Lloyd and straddle him, grinding your soaked pussy against his length and dragging a long hiss out of him.

“That’s not my face, Porkchop,” he says. “But if you’d rather ride my dick…”

“Later,” you say, and you move up his body until you’re hovering over his face.

“I said sit, goddammit.”

Lloyd grabs you and pulls your full weight down on him as he starts to devour your pussy from below. You hold on to the headboard and try to pull off of him a bit but he grabs your hips and holds you down tight against his face. As he pushes and pulls you, he’s got his nose grinding rhythmically against your clit and that fucking mustache is doing something indescribable to you as he fucks you with his long, thick tongue.

“Yes,” you cry out. “Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Lloyd just growls into your pussy before sticking his tongue all the way out and sliding your body against it. You’ve got one hand on the headboard to brace yourself as the other tugs at his hair. You allow yourself to pull a little harder than you normally would, and when you give it a nice hard pull on one particularly satisfying swipe of his tongue, he fucking moans—it’s that same moan he does when he’s in the throes of an intense fuck, when he reaches the point of no return and he couldn’t tear himself out of your pussy if there was a gun to his head. You could have cum just from that sound, but luckily you don’t have to because he’s got you so fucking close with his tongue.

He lifts you off him briefly, telling you, “Cum all over my fuckin face. Do it,” before getting back to work, and within seconds you’re calling out his name as you gush all over his chin.

“Mmm,” he grunts, “so fucking juicy.” He lifts and guides you off of him and you lay next to him on the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. “Now clean up your mess.”

You grab Lloyd’s face in both your hands and bring it down to yours and you lap at his chin and his lips, tasting yourself on his skin as he stares you down.

“Leave the mustache,” he says. “I want to smell you for days.”

You smile and he opens his mouth to let your tongue inside, and he kisses you soft and slow and deep until your absolutely aching for him.

You pull out of the kiss. “Need you inside me, Lloyd.”

“And I need to be there,” he replies, “but I can’t decide how I want my pussy served.”

“Anything,” you moan. “Just fuck me.”

“Alright,” he says. “All fours, ass up. Get moving.”

You hop to it quick as can be, and before you can back it up for him, he grabs your hips and digs his fingers in deep and he pulls you back until your ass smacks his lower stomach. You can feel his cock hot and hard in your hand as you reach between your legs and position him just right, and when he snaps his hips and enters you with one punishing thrust, it knocks the wind out of you.

He palms your ass cheeks hard as he fucks you from behind and God you want him to hit you, and somehow he just knows because he starts to spank you—one hard smack for every four thrusts, alternating sides until your ass is fucking burning and your eyes are watering. He reaches down and grabs your throat and pulls you upright, fucking up into you as he squeezes the sides of your neck. His other hand rubs violent circles on your clit as you start to shake in his arms.

“That’s it,” he says. “That’s my girl. Cum all over this dick—your dick. Come on. You can do it, Porkchop.”

You lean your head all the way back so you can look at him, and you expect to see his cold shark eyes staring back at you. But what you see is something different: his eyes are almost soft and his brow is furrowed and he’s slack-jawed and he looks almost… is that loving?

You cum almost instantly the second his eyes lock onto yours, and you don’t let your eyes flutter closed and you don’t blink because all you want is to watch him watching you come undone on his cock. You want him to see in your eyes how much you love it, how much you love him, but most of all you don’t want to miss one nanosecond of this look that he’s giving you. He’s never looked at you like this before. You clench down hard on him once you regain control of your muscles because you want to see his face when you do.

“Oh fuck. You are squeezing the fuck out of me, Porkchop. Gonna make me cum.”

“Do it,” you say.

“Not yet.” He pulls out quick and you’re clenching around nothing, missing the feel of him deep inside you and it’s only been two seconds. He pushes you forward and you bounce on the mattress. “Turn around. I’m goin deep.”

The second you’re on your back, Lloyd grabs your ankles and throws them up on his shoulders before pressing your legs back and entering you again. It’s your favorite position and he knows it—you never feel more full of him, never feel him deeper inside you, than when he fucks you like this. He’s going deep but surprisingly slow; his thrusts are softer than usual and he’s taking extra care to roll his hips just right so that he’s hitting your spot with every slow silky drag of his cock. You are so fucking wet—almost too wet—and all you can hear is the creamy sound of your own pussy and Lloyd’s moans as he fucks you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Need you to cum again. Can you cum again, baby? Can you cum for me?”

You clench involuntarily when he calls you baby. He hasn’t called you that since the first time he fucked you. After that, it was all slut and whore and bitch—and you like that, you do, but baby… baby is different. Everything about this feels different.

“Yes,” you say. “I’ll cum for you. I always fucking cum for you.”

“That’s cause you’re my special girl. My perfect girl. Oh fuck, baby, please I’m so close.”

“Harder,” you say, and he does what you command, fucking you deep and rough while he kisses you soft and gentle. The dueling sensations have your head swimming and it doesn’t take long before you’re close.

“I’m gonna cum. Cum with me?” you ask, and you know you sound meek and desperate but you don’t fucking care because the way he’s looking at you…

“You want me to cum with you, baby?” he asks, and you nod.

He puts both his hands on your head and you know he could crack your skull open like a watermelon with them but he’s not squeezing hard—just using you for purchase as he pistons his hips and hits you hard and deep, just the way he likes.

“Oh fuck. Oh, baby. I’m gonna cum.” He lets out a high-pitched grunt as he tries to hold it back, to wait for you, but you’re right there with him. “I fucking love your pussy. I.. I… fuck… I love you. I fucking love you.”

You’ve never cum harder in your life. Just those words and your whole body is shaking and trembling and you’re crying out to him, telling him how much you love him as he shudders and spills himself inside of you. You revel in the feel of his dick twitching inside your walls, clenching down on him hard and holding him inside as you take in your favorite sight in the world: Lloyd Hansen, fucked-out and blissed-out—and finally, after all these years, in love.

He’s laying on top of you, still inside as he goes soft, and a tiny smile is playing at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t ask if I meant it,” he says, running his thumb across your bottom lip. “I think you know that I do.”

But you would never have questioned him. Lloyd Hansen doesn’t just accidentally say I love you when he cums. He also doesn’t cuddle after sex, and he certainly doesn’t fall asleep beside you with his arms wrapped around you.

Except that’s exactly what he’s doing, and while your body is wrung out and spent, you barely get any sleep that night because your mind is on fire and everything is Lloyd.

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THREE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

HELO MORRIS AKA @waldenborn

Lilly poured such love and dedication into Helo, and not only that she herself is an absolute sweetheart too? We’re not rping yet, but HELL do I love Lilly’s writing? And Helo... Oof... Don’t get me started about Helo. He’s an amazing character and Lilly really put a lot of attention on him?? Like I love his history 8((( but yeah there’s a certain respect for the other during s4.

KOSTIA AKA @noukru

Listen, yes I get it. Kostia technically isn’t an OC... Because her name appeared in the series and all that but... That’s basically all. A name and the knowledge she died. THAT IS. ALL. And Chaz? Chaz took that bean to herself and created such a GREAT backstory for her and poured love into her and fuck I love her so so so so much? And not to mention the relationship between Murphy and Kostia, as unusual as it was... Kostia became like a SISTER to Murphy and he l o v e s her a lot and he’d kill for her, okay? jsyk.

LOUISIANA CHAMBERS AKA @motherbuilt

You know when you realize that a character is so well built that you expect them to appear on the show? Yeah, that’s what I had with Lou. She’s so well built, so beautifully written down that I EXPECT her to be there. To be REAL. And you know what, to me she is? I love her story, I love how much Jenni cares for her baby girl(s). Because where Lou is, Delia is too

CANON CHARACTERS

TONI TOPAZ AKA @southsidelover

u never told me i couldn’t pick a canon character from another show [  SH RU G S ] and Z? wow Z plays a FABULOUS Toni. And I adore seeing her on my dash so so much. She’s shown such dedication to her character and is always willing to try different verses and she has so many verses too!! I love how she writes Toni, that fire inside of her and UGH

MONTY GREEN AKA @algaenotwar

L I S T E N. I stan o  n  e Monty sm. The love she poured into him, the dedication shown to Monty... The way she made his voice rise.  I know you’re not always on, but you’re the most amazing Monty I know, okay?  You’re a real ride or die vibe when it comes to him kdsjfksjdafas I love how much you adore that boy and I adore that boy too ok.  I love the way you put him down, the way you write him and ... UGH. THE WAY YOU PORTRAY HIM IS JUST 1000/10

CAROLINE FORBES AKA @seesgood

.... This is it. Lia is it. Lia is the only one for me. Been at my side since the beginning. Since my OC Azazel. And then when I made Klaus. And we laughed and cried about Klaroline and I’d never do anything different because she’s a true blue sunshine and to me she IS the Caroline Forbes. There can be no other. I love her sm okay...  The way she writes Caroline, the love she has for her. And she’s such, such, such a sweetheart who honestly deserves more positivity in her life instead of meanness...  And Murphy LOVES Caroline in our verse. Would give his life for her. GRANTED in the 100 verse the two butt heads so bad and he just wants to shake some sense into her. [ laughs ] seriously though lia is a gem and i’ll never let her go

Murphy is beautifully flawed and broken and so damn human. He’s damaged, yes and he fucks up a lot. But that makes him so great to me. Also as for a positive thing about my portrayal? I guess uh.. I guess I got his voice down pretty good? I mean, a lot of people tell me that so it must be true  r ig ht ? ! U NL ESS  U PEOPLE LIE TO ME AND THAS MEAN 8(( lmao but srsly... I’m just a ball of emotions rn

[baby-namjoon-archive]

nct 127, shinee, red velvet and got7!

thank you!!!!nct 127 fan or not: i don’t 100% know them but i do love them!! lolhow long i’ve been a fan: i think i’ve known them for… three months? four?first song i heard by them: Cherry Bomb? i think? the first nct song i heard is 7th Sense but i’m not sure that counts since it’s a U songfavourite song as of now: Summer 127! ah it’s so good i lov itfirst mv i saw: Cherry Bomb! it’s rly goodfavourite mv as of now: well I don’t really know them or their mvs so i’ll just say Cherry Bomb!who my bias is: *panicking* Jaehyun is really cute!!!

SHINee fan or not: the day i stop being a shawol is the day i diehow long i’ve been a fan: well i’ve known them for a long time, but it’s only kinda recently hwarang that I started really stanning!first song I heard by them: rING DING DONG RING DING DONG RINGDINGDINGDINGDIDIDIDDINGDONG RING DING DONG RING DING DONG DINGDIDIDIDIDINGDONG— favourite song as of now: well there’s a tie between That One Song from Five (i think its english name is Before You Go. with the blue mv???) and Tell Me What to Do, im lov them so much. Stan Talent Stan SHINee.first mv i saw: i… think it was Lucifer??? or Ring Ding Dong (a BOP)favourite mv as of now: Tell Me What to Do! i loVE ITwho my bias is: listen to me i would die for Choi flaming charisma Minho and Lee Jinki aka Onew iN A HEARTBEAT. NO HESITATIONS. i love them :///

Red Velvet fan or not: well, i know them but I’m pretty sure the only song i’ve heard is Red Flavour (?) :/how long i’ve been a fan: uhhhhhhhhhhhhfirst song I’ve heard by them: Red Flavour fav song as of now: uh.,,. red,,, flavour,,,? *coughs awkwardly*first mv i saw: *scratches neck* red flavour favourite mv as of now: *whispering* red flavour is rly good!!! who my bias is: *choking* *looks them up* I FEEL GAY FOR YERI

Got7 fan or not: LISTEN I LOVE MY BABIES CAN YOU FEEL MY LOVE I LOVE THEM CAN YOU BELIE–how long i’ve been a fan: i think i found out abt them like late last year???? blessed day. loved them ever since. first song i heard by them: uhhhh i’m not too sure maybe it was Fly or Hard Carry? favourite song as of now? i’m in love with Dreamin’first mv i saw: uhhhh maybe it was Hard Carryfavourite mv as of now? liSTEN Never Ever has my heart. Such a good video. I am In Love. I am In Awe. When it first came out, I watched it (not kidding) at least fifteen times that same day. I’ve watched it so many times since then, I basically have the mv memorised. I know some bits of the dance thanks to it. who my bias is: i wub my bby Yugeommie >:3 he is!!! my doom!!! he can rap, he can dance (boi he can dance. congrats on HtS bby boy) he can sING!!!! he can act cute *)o(* AND he can act sexy. *fanning myself* bOI.

[mainrappernajaemin]

let this flop idc

listen

they need to let my international fan ass live

so i’m gonna liveblog my reaction to limitless (nct 127′s second album and a work of art whatever u wanna call it)

under a read more bc i dont wanna choke yall unless ur into that (yes im lookin at u thalia)

aight we fuckin wit limitless

ive heard this before but it’s the Ultimate Bop so

YES BOIS DA HEAVY BASS

MBOY TAEYONG

FRICK YEA

BOTTOM UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHP 

JAEHYUNNIE

YES MY BOYS’ VOCALS ARE KILLIN IT

IM

YES

MARK

LEE

RAPPINH

FUCK

IM HONESTLY SO

IM NOT

I JUST

NO

WEEEEEEEEN WEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

MY BOI UPGRADED FROM WHOOP WHOOP

glo up

BABY I DNT WANT NOBODY BUT U

AIGHT ITS HT EINSGING IM READY TO BE SNCATHCED

taEIIIIIIIIIIL

BABY ITS U

IJASGEJSJAME IN ANKS

me singing in korean right there

appreciate it aight whats the next song

fuck

its good thing

ITS THE FULL VERSION IM

IM GONNA

YEAH BOI

I JUST WANNT FEEL GOOD

ALLNIT E LONG

INSUGA NI GOODTHNG

WOOOOOO

toarere wo OAHAHAHA

uri BAMsomethin

wAI T IST HAT DONG HYCUKS INGHING

M

IM

IM SNATCHETS

HELL YEAH RAP MAN SPACESHIP

STO P I FU CANT KEEP UP

yeah me in pe class tbh

jk im actually fit why do i say those things

listen im an intl fan

WAIT THE FUCK

IS THAT TAEIL

FUCK YEAH U GON FELE GOPD

WHAT IS THIS ELECTRIC THINGIE

LIKE

UH

bass drop yeah man good thing yeah rap man,,,,, cool

im going to listen to this song till i die you hear me

till 

i 

die oh fucc ITS BACK TO U

listen i kno mboy taeyong had a part in this

im ready

my body is ready

*pressing play*

ok phone call

piano

phone call + piano

OH FUCC IT ALREADY SOUNDS SAD

NANANANANANA WOOOOAH NA

IM NOT GOIN BACK???? WHY BB

WHTA HAPPENED WHY DO YALL SOUND SP SAD

OK BUT TBH

the drums(?) are givin me hawaiian vibes

like imagine em on a beach hula dancin to it

IM NOT GOING BACKBACKBAKCBAKCBKACBLABCL

I AINT RUNNING BACK U BINCH

HOW THE FUCK DOD THEY SEAMLESSLY JUST

PUT A RAP INOT THIS

IM

TAEYONG ND MORK SOUND 100000000000/10

TAEIL

OH MY GOD

HYUCK

IM FUCKING SNATCHES

IM

IM

IM

IM

IM NT GOJNG BACK

IM NOT GNF X BACK

I WANTTO

THROW MYSELFODFF A CLIFF

my foot is numb but im doin this 4 em

im p sure its jaehyun

he sounds great heartbreaker just like jaemin :-)

yeah man techno vibes 

yeah yeah cool

yall im vibin

IS THAT HYCUK

WHAT

THE 

FUCL

TAIEL

IM

YES

jaehuNY NJNRHHHDN

im gonna yell

HEARTBREAKAAAAAAAAAA

this could be abt something sad but elts

HYUCK

lets leave the tears to when eng subs come out

im fucking

listem

yall need t appreciate vocal line more

jaehyun is fucking amazing and lets not even mention taeil’s honey vocals

and fucking

lee

dong

hyuck

wait is this a vocal line song like without u????

wahat

im

listne its 12.18 am here im not ready for school 

MY FOOT IS NUMB

im

i cant move

eerything is

ow ok next up

baby dont like it

aight im ready

oh fuck

did mark just say baby

i want to

scream

he sounds so fucking good im

like it wheN WE GET CLOSER WHEN IT GETS RISKY UM

BOI

BOI

LEAVE ROOM 4 JISOOS CHRIST

unless its wit me boi

when im with you danger seems like a good thing

im 

so

attacked

im going to call the fucking police

juts

im so

im just

my back hurts

so does my heart

u what now for me girl

taeil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YO WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN BY MY BABY DONT LIKE IT WHEN YOU COME AROUND

BOI

I AINT GON BE THE THIRD PARTY

GET RID OF YO BABY OR ME BINCH

dangyunhaji is the only thing i understood

TAEYONG!!!

FRIKIN HONEST

HEARTBEAT

DID HE SAY MAMI???

I LOVE IT LOVE IT TOO

oh MY GOD HE SAID BEACH VOLLEYBALL

IM

YEAH

I PLAY BEACH VOLLEYBALL

YEAH

hit me up

I LVOE IT LOVE IT LOV RE I T

WHOOP WHOOP

im

deceased angel

time 2 cleanse myself of my sins

oh god this is so pure and cute

they could literally be singing about fucking each other in the ass and i wouldnt know

#intlfanstruggles

“open my eyes till you see me”

JOYONGHI OPNE RUR EEYES

WHS THE FUK IS SINGING IS IT JAEHYUN???

TAEIL’S HONEY VOCLS IM

areum da wooo ji

ill be your morning star

and you are my angel

youARE MY ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

IM

HECK YEAH

gurl HAY

WHAT MY NAME???

VIVIENNE

ITS VIVIENNE

VIVIENNE LEE

U COULD B MY MOONLIGHT TOO BITHC

AND SUNSHINE

wait,,,, 

i gotta stay loyal 2 jae

how do u feel about polygamy mark

lets fly ah ah EYYYY

he kinda did the taeyogn thing

my back huRts

HYUCKIEEEEEEE

boi if ya saw an angel you should probably get sum help

unless ur talkin bout me then hell yea i gon be angel

hyuckekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

im so soft for hyuck ITS RIDICULOUS

MARK

YEAH

RAP MAN RAP

SHALALALALA

IM i’m so weak over hyuck

[celeryw]

ey sorry this is barbie thanks

it starts in the royal mine, queen in bad time so is the kingdom 

if only preminger were here ooh boi, oh well let’s marry my kid off hahaha the cat is me, i honestly feel sorry for erica bc i relate but i cant sew.

37 years is specific, and wow, interest is too real, free from endliess ious

yes marry julian THIS BIT OF THE SONG GIVES ME GOOSEBUMPS

also why they only have one mine, here he is, the poodle man the best song of the entire movie, im crinyg SILENCIO, they just dance ina  mine why ehehehee dominic here he comes, my boi, go get em erica

julian’s like oh man i love u but dominic is here also analese (annaleese???) is a geologist

THEYE GOING ONA  DATE julian is such a cute

she hears the tunes she leaves jules THE DOG CAT MY FAVE

what a beautiful song i love this song honestly reica is so relatable  how are they the same looks at the butterflies 

she made the dress

julian had a Revelation

I FORGOT THE CAT DOG WAS CALLED WOLFIE thank u wolfie not rover, 

goodbye erica i wont forget

the cat he like the cat\

here’s the kidnapping atttmeptm ooh boi, honestly ht e worst scene of my entire childhood hwy would u do that ot me THE HORSE

ive got dirt on my bum ooh he is nasty just like his dog, yessss 

oizz that somehting on ehr desk ur majestyyyy  OHHH evil grin 

julian like what the ufck she wouldnt do this julian the schoool boiii

julian knows my guy he Knows 

pretend to be the princess yes goo 

why did he have a blonde wig wtf and its perfect too what

BEST SONG HERE WE GO

he likes her he likes annalesies so much , he’s like god help me 

celebrity wife swap

trying doors that are obviously locked

she cries in jail

cheesy

the cats are like water why

the queen

he cant get away, HE WONT get wya

she was right

holy fuck thats a lot of baby  cats

the bloo[ers