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Can I please request best friends, dad!Lloyd, finding you masturbating in his bed!! Maybe include some toys+squirting?? Thnnnx!! Love your blogđđ
hey honey, thank you so much!
summary - you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.
warning - smut, masturbating, voyeurism, squirting.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You were sneaky, waiting until your best friend fell asleep so you could sneak out of her room. Youâve hung around enough to know that her father works late, only coming home early in the morning, sometimes covered in blood. You had a slight crush on the man. I mean, could you really be blamed? Wearing your tiny white nightie as you head toward Mr Hansenâs room, you sneak inside, not bothering to close the door as your friend sleeps deeply.Â
Your trusty toy tucked into your hand, with your free hand, you drag it along his sheets, sighing as they are so soft. You get wet just thinking about Lloyd lying naked between the sheets, stroking his thick member. You whimper, crawling onto the bed and lying down. You moan as your body relaxes. Your eyes slip closed, and your fingers skim your nipples. They slowly slide down your body, landing between your legs and circling your puffy clit.Â
You blindly turn your toy on, placing it directly onto your clit, causing soft mewls to escape your lips. Your mind begins to drift off thinking of Lloyd, imagining him walking in on you, degrading you, until he finally flips you around and thrusts into you. You are so caught up in pleasure that you donât hear Lloyd arriving home earlier than usual or entering the house and making his way to his room. You donât even notice him leaning against the doorway, and you whine as you arch your back, grinding down onto the toy. âOh, Mr Hansen.â
Lloyd crosses his arms as he watches you with a smirk and clears his throat. His smirk grows when your eyes fly open, and you freeze, mouth opening and closing as you try and find an excuse for why you are in his bed, touching yourself. âWell, sweetheart. If I had known this is what I wouldâve been coming home to, I wouldâve come home much faster.â His eyes slowly move down your body, licking his lips when they land on the soaked toy between your legs. Lloyd waves his hand. âDonât stop on my account, please. Continue.â
âMâmr Hansââ He cuts you off with a raised brow. You feel your body heat up and your cunt throb as he stares you down. You gasp as you press the toy harder against your clit, and your legs fall open, giving Lloyd a better view.Â
âMm, thatâs right, pretty girl. Get off in my bed. I bet you wouldnât even be able to stop even if my daughter woke.â He smirks, making his way over and sitting close to you on the bed, causing your mind to go fuzzy from his scent alone. You throb when he touches your thigh, stroking it as his gaze sticks to the toy between your legs. âYouâre such a naughty girl, pining over your best friendâs dad⌠Hmm.â You look at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open and eyes crossing. âYou thought I didnât notice? Itâs quite flattering, pumpkin. Why do you think I walked around half-naked? Or brushed up against you.â Lloyd smirks, stroking your cheek before gripping your chin and resting his thumb on your plump bottom lip. âAre you going to cum for me? Make a mess on my sheets?âÂ
You whine, nodding. Lloyd groans when your lips wrap around his thumb, and you begin to suck, staring up at him with wide innocent eyes. Your walls pulsate, and your clit throbs, toes curling as your end approaches. âMr Hansen!â Your back arches, and your juices squirt out of you, tiring your body and causing you to sag into the bed. Your eyes flutter, the toy falling limp between your legs. âIâIâm sorryâŚâ You realise what you have done and try to get up, but Lloyd stops you.
âDonât be sorry, pumpkin. Thatâs the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â Lloyd grabs the toy, feeling his cock stir with how wet it is and holds it up, watching with a smirk as your juices create a string. âNaughty, naughty girl. Look at the mess youâve made.â You watch with wide eyes as he licks up your arousal before throwing the toy aside and climbing on top of you. âJust because youâve had your fun, sweetness, doesnât mean you can leave. You donât want to leave without letting me pump you full, right?âÂ
You shake your head, feeling your cunt throb in anticipation. Your fantasy was finally coming true.
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lloyd hansen x plus size!fem!reader
18+ cw: dubcon, anal, spanking, forced asphyxiation, 555w
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Lloyd likes to pretend he's gonna fuck your pussy but jams it in your ass instead.
You lay there prone with your hips tilted up like this time it'll be different, this time he'll take your soaking wet pussy like you've been begging him to. You've already spent what felt like hours proving to him with your mouth and hands on his massive cock that you deserve to have your drippy pussy filled to the brim.
But it's Lloyd. He always does what he wants. What you want doesn't matter, you always love what he does to you anyway.
He pops the tip in and you're screaming, whining "no, please no" and shaking your head like you didn't already know that this was exactly what he would do.
All he does is shush you, whispering how he's going to take what's his as he nibbles on your ear and moves your body exactly how he wants it.
Lloyd spreads your cheeks as he pushes in watching with hungry eyes as your rim, coated in your own leaky juices, swallows him up. Inch by inch, taking him like a champ, like the best he's ever had.
He brings his big hand cracking down on the meat of your ass on both sides, over and over until you have hand shaped welts marking your flesh, admiring the way you jiggle around his veiny cock. He likes having you prone underneath him, straddling your thighs and taking you slow and punishing. His thick, hairy thighs keep you trapped under him. It's impossible to buck him off of you, no matter how hard you try he won't budge. All you get is more of his brutal hand on your ass and on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress until you can't breathe.
He loves your tears and wants, no-- needs to see more of them and he'll do anything to pull more of them from you.
Without warning Lloyd shoves his cock the rest of the way in until he's seated in you fully, grinding his pelvis into you. The tears come at full force as you scream and sob, whining, "it's too much, please I can't, it's too much," but it only spurs him on, makes him hungry for more as he digs deeper into your guts.
He likes the fight, the way you buck and scream as he holds your hands together on your back. Lloyd knows better than to let his little wildcat free to scratch and hiss. The scars dotting his forearms are the proof of your unwillingness to lie there and take it, and he wears them with pride.
Lloyd uses your arms as an anchor, his vice-like grip holding you in place as his hips try to pound you up the bed. One of Lloyd's hands surrounds both your wrists reminding you just how fucking big he is.
He doesn't waste any time slamming his cock in and out of your tight little hole, the pace is brutal, like he's trying to tear you in half. You swear one of these days he will actually kill you with his cock but you won't stop him even then. You'll beg for more and say thank you with your last breath as he floods your battered hole with his spend.
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@universitypenguin How are Lloyd and Princess? I hope theyâre doing well!
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Love this!!!
~ The Gray Man BTS ~
Thanks to @distractingbeth for reminding me of the video đ
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Just One Reason: New at This
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Lloyd Hansen
masterlist - to be added
Summary:Â A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesnât end how you expect.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
Lloyd tugs in his ear lobe as you get up to take your empty bowl to the counter. The lone cashier smiles and gives a nervous look past you to the corner. You return to the table and wonder if he has a reputation here. You wouldn't be surprised with his behaviour.Â
"Is your ear alright?" You ask as you take the cup of iced tea.Â
"Huh?" He turns to you and drops his hand. "Yeah, hearing's f-- off. Just got back from a job and... the machinery was loud."Â
"Hm, it could be a busted ear drum. I know someone who had that. He never could hear me but that coulda been the TV too," you shrug.Â
"It's fine," he taps his fingers on the table as you stay standing. "So, you headed out?"Â
"Yeah, I guess I should. Getting dark."Â
"Right," he nods. "Well," he stands and tugs at the bottom of his shirt, shaking off the crumbs. "You need a ride?"Â
He zips up his jacket, the collar ending just below his chin. You button up your blue houndstooth coat. "No, I can make it."Â
"Wait, you're not walking are you?" He asks as he gathers up the wrapper and napkins.Â
"Not too far if I cut behind the barbershop--"Â
"Cut behind-- are you serious? You can't be walking down alleys in the dark. Trust me."Â
"Oh?" You give him a curious look, "you hang out in dark alleyways a lot?"Â
His brow tweaks and his lips twitch, "is that a joke?"Â
"Not a very good one," you smile. "I always make it."Â
"And this might be the time you don't. Least I can do. You bought me dinner, I feel like I owe you a ride."Â
"You don't owe me anything," you assure him.Â
"Huh, you're too nice, you know that? You could give a guy the wrong idea."Â l
"No, I don't think so," you sigh. "Being nice isn't anything but. I hope your enjoyed your dinner."Â
"You know what? The chipotle wasn't bad," he says. "So now that's two things. I owe you for paying and for the good advice. What's that you said about paying it forward?"Â
Checkmate. Using your own words against you. As it is, you're starting to feel rude for saying no so many times. It would be nice not to have to walk home with your phone light on.Â
"Is taking a ride from a strange man better than walking home alone?" You ask, "since you're the expert?"Â
"Wow, you can be mean," he snorts. "Reading me like a book."Â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Iâm kidding.âÂ
âI know, tootsie roll,â he says, âsweet like candy, arenât ya?âÂ
You smile again, âwell, you can be too. Iâll take the ride. Thank you.âÂ
He dumps the garbage in the bin and heads for the door. He lets you out ahead of him. Itâs colder than when you got there.Â
âItâs cold as... hell out here,â he says follows you out. He points you ahead, âthe white one.âÂ
He blows into his hands and rubs them together. Youâre no fan of the cold either but you can see his nose already turning red. You approach the white car; itâs sleek and shiny. Youâre not sure what make it is but it must be expensive.Â
The doors click loudly, âshould be unlocked.âÂ
You nod and open the passenger door. You sit daintily, wary of the luxury interior. You shut the door just as carefully as he gets in the other side. He grumbles as he starts the engine and flicks switches.Â
âGet those seat warmers on,â he says. âAh, better.â He puts his palms to the blast of warmth from the vent before he grips the wheel. âHelp me out, tootsie roll, where am I going?âÂ
âRight down to Harbour. East.âÂ
âHarbour East... you kidding me? You were really going to walk there alone?â He scoffs.Â
âItâs not so bad once you get to know the area,â you say. Â
âHowâd you end up there?â He pulls into a three point turn as he reroutes.Â
âI guess itâs just where I am right now. Thingâs changed fast and I had to make it work,â you lean into the seat. Youâve never been in a car with seat warmers.Â
âHuh, thatâs too bad,â he clucks. âYou still looking for a place? I know a guy, owns a few properties...âÂ
âOh no, itâs okay,â you hum lightly. âReally. Itâs nice. I got my own space, I got food, Iâm happy as can be.âÂ
âSimple things, so Iâve heard,â he mutters.Â
You let a lull wash over you. Judging by his car, simple isnât exactly to his taste.Â
âSo...â you brush your fingertips over your palm, âwhat do you do for work? You travel? When you mentioned your ear...âÂ
âAh, yeah, er,â he squeezes the wheel tighter and coughs, âyou know, Iâm on the road when I need to be. Work can be sporadic but pays well enough. Specialty type of work.âÂ
âWith loud machinery...âÂ
âMilitary engineer. You know, artillery, tanks... whatever,â he peeks over at you as blows through a four-way.Â
âHey, you missed the stop sign,â you crane to see behind you.Â
âItâs fine, no one was crossing,â he says.Â
âYeah but... itâs not safe.â You turn forward again and frown.Â
Heâs quiet again. He sucks his teeth, âfine, youâre right. Not fair of me to offer you a ride then drive like a maniac. Iâll do better.âÂ
You let out a breath and subtly grab onto the door. Despite his promises, he doesnât let off the gas. With how quiet the car is, it must be easy to go over the limit. Â
He pulls onto Harbour and finally slows, âso, uh, why donât you give me a call next time you head down to the shop? We could do it again. Iâll be nice this time.âÂ
âI donât go too often but sure, I could use a friend,â you perk up and direct him to your building.Â
âYou telling me you donât got friends, tootsie roll?â He stops in front of your apartment.Â
âI... did. Theyâre gone now,â you look away. You try not to get to wistful about it. âAnyway, thanks--âÂ
âHoly fâmoley,â he corrects himself as he leans forward to see around you, âthis place canât be up to code--âÂ
âLloyd,â you blurt out. âIâm fine. Really. Home safe. Thanks to you.âÂ
âMhm, well, friends are supposed to worry about each other, right?âÂ
âAnd as your friend, Iâm telling you not to worry,â you smile and pull the handle, âhave a good night.âÂ
He huffs as you undo your seat belt, âyeah, good night.âÂ
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What about stepdaughter reader who isnt innocent and likes getting fucked by step daddy lloyd even both doing it in hopes to get caught so she has lloyd to herself
hey honey! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it! I added a little twist at the end.
summary - you have been sleeping with your stepfather, and someone happens to catch you.
warning - smut, voyeurism, creampie, cheating, masturbating, semi-public sex, squirting.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
âFuck, youâre such a fucking slut.â Lloyd growls, slamming into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, grunting at how tight you feel wrapped around his cock. âNot so fucking innocent, huh? You just love being fucked by your stepdad.â You grip the edge of the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Lloydâs hand wraps around your throat, bending you backwards until your back arches. âYou just had to tease me in the pool, didnât you? You donât even care that your mother is in the kitchen.âÂ
Your cunt clenches at his words, and the thought of finally getting caught turns you on to no end. You had been sneaking around with your stepfather for a while now and wanted your mum out of the picture. âDaddy! It feels so good! Iâm your slut!â You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds into you, splitting you from the inside and causing your walls to spasm. You push back into him, grinding your arse against his thrusts. âYou fuck me so good, Daddy. Better than anyone else.â You moan a little too loudly, but you donât care. Too lost in pleasure to notice your neighbour Mr Levinson watching from his backyard, gripping his hardened member and slowly stroking it up and down to your moans and the sight of you getting fucked by your stepdad.
Lloyd grunts, picking up his pace. âI better be the only one your fucking.â He buries himself deep into you. His hand moves to the front of you and begins to rub your swollen clit, loving how you squeeze him. âYou better cum around me, sunshine. Let your mum and the neighbours hear how hot you sound at getting fucked.â He fucks you harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch as his end approaches, but he holds back, wanting you to cum first.Â
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddyyyyy!â You scream, throwing your head back as your walls clench and unclench around him, squirting around his thick member and into the pool. Your head falls forward, resting against the edge of the pool as Lloyd continues to fuck into you until he grunts and cums deep into you, burying into you until his cum leaks out.Â
âFuck, sunshine. I hope you get fucking pregnant after this. I want everyone to know that I own you.â He presses a kiss to the back of your head, slowly pulling out of your tight cunt and tucking himself back into his trunks.Â
You spin around and press a soft kiss to his lips. The two of you donât notice your mum watching you through the window, a saddened but not shocked look on her face. Lloyd wraps your legs around his waist, holds onto you, caresses your cheek, and looks into your eyes lovingly. âI love you, my little sunshine.â
âI love you too, Daddy.â
Ari grins darkly, his cum painted on the fence as he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans. He finally has something to use against the two of you to get what he wants. Maybe he and Lloyd can come to an agreement, perhaps even share you for when the two of them need a release.Â
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You can run but you canât hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate
(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)
Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that heâll one day find his other half. What they didnât tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.
Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship
Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship
A/N: Buckle up, thatâs all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.
As always MINORS DNI
Divider by @maysdigitalarts
18+ only and consent banners by @maysdigitalarts
Chapter 1: Soulmate
Soulmate.
Whatâs a soulmate?
Someone who youâre destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I donât need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one.Â
My motherâs soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasnât enough in his eyes.Â
Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. Iâve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person whoâs supposed to âlove and protect youâ. What my parents had would never be love.Â
Thatâs why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, Iâm happy as can be. Iâm alone and happy.
I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since itâs unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. Itâs been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years.Â
I donât have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. Iâm still packing everything inside my car.Â
âJust you, me, and the open roadâ, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I donât know.   Â
Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter? Hopefully my boss this time isnât a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.
The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.
Donât you love her madly?
Wanna be her daddy?
Donât you love her face?
Donât you love her as she walkin' out the door?Â
Like she did one thousand times before
I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadnât killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.
ÂŤ5 hours laterÂť
Welcome to Ăme soeur
French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Ăme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesnât look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky.Â
AhhâŚfinally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.
âHello, do you have a room available?â, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out.Â
âWe just have one availableâ, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like sheâd rather be anywhere else. âOk, Iâll take itâ, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick âbyeâ, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped.Â
Room 222.
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in charcoal, in pain
stepdad!Lloyd Hansen x plus size!fem!reader
tw: stepcest, cheating, dubcon, Lloyd being mean and a creep, reader is college aged (at least 18+ but I'm picturing at least 22 or 23), unprotected piv sex, creampie, daddy kink, thigh & pussy slapping, light choking, size kink (lloyd is bigggg), nicknames (kitten, baby girl, little girl)
2.3k words, edited by me. @ozarkthedog take my filth đ¤˛
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âOh wow. So edgy.â
âGo away, Lloyd.â
You shrug off your overbearing stepfather and turn, trying to block him from looking at your sketchbook.
âIs this what they teach you at your fancy art school?â He gestures towards the figure reference book laying open on your desk. âHow to draw tits and ass?â
âJesus, Lloyd. Will you leave me the fuck alone already?â
He swipes your sketchbook out of your hands.
âHey!â You shout and spin around in your chair. Lloyd absent-mindedly flips through the pages. He makes faces like he's scandalized by what he sees.
âWow lookie here! Do I spy some self portraits?â
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall what exactly some of your very personal pages are filled with.
You jump out of your seat and try to snatch your book back but Lloyd's long reach keeps you from grabbing it back.
âLloyd, please.â
Him and his stupid mustache smirk down at you.
âMusic to my ears.â
He holds your book up, leafing through it once again. You growl under your breath and jump for it. You land on unsteady feet and fall into Lloyd's solid chest with an oof.
âWhoa there, kitten. Calm your tits. I can't appreciate good art when I see it? And it's some good art.â He looks down at your chest, still pressed up against him, when he says it and you shiver. No, not shiver. Crawls, your skin crawls.
He's an old perv, eyeing his step-daughter's 2D tits and trying to imagine what the 3D ones look like.
Please Lloyd, just give me my book back. We're not in grade school.
I appreciate the please, kitten, but you hurt my feelings. He pouts and slips an arm around your waist.
His touch catches you off guard and you gasp at the warm strength of him. If it was anyone else you'd be melting in this kind of embrace. But as it stands you're struggling to get out of his grasp.
âHere I am just trying to scope out where all that money I spend on you is going. I need to make sure my baby girl is getting a good education.â
Oh barf. You don't need him to pay your tuition but him and your mother insist anyway. You think he must like holding the power over you, making you feel like you owe him for all of it.
âAnd if you ever need a live model, I wouldn't mind posing for you.â
His grin is salacious. You want nothing more than for Lloyd to let you go but he only tightens his grip, his large hand squeezing the curves at your hips and waist.
âI'm good Lloyd, thanks.â
He tosses your book on your bed and a few loose leaf pages fall out from the back.
You must make some noise of distress in the back of your throat because Lloyd looks down at you then back at the pages as they flutter to the floor.
âWhat are these?â
He pushes you away and makes a beeline for the old wrinkled notebook paper.
You don't even try to stop him, it's too late. He holds your drawings from your final year in high school, the same year he married your mom, in his hands.
âWhat are these, kitten?â
He waves the papers at you before admiring them again.
You whimper like a wounded animal caught in a trap.
âNothing. They're nothing, Lloyd.â
Lloyd licks his lips as he flips each page over. They're filled front to back of sketches of... him.
Old work, yes, but you've always been talented with faces and the human form. And the sketches on those papers are Lloyd to a tee.
âLloyd, pleaseâŚâ
âI love it when you beg, kitten. When did you draw these, hmm? Dâyou think of me often? Does your mother know you're sketching me like this?â He moves closer to you with every question until heâs so close you canât breathe.
âIt's- it's not you. Stop teasing me and give me my pictures back.â
âIt's not?â He holds up a sketch that's most definitely him. From his strong, straight nose, to his chiseled torso and long thick legs. It's all Lloyd. Back before you knew he was a total creep, that is.
He put up a good front for maybe a year before you went off to college, but after that? Every time you came home from school on break, between semesters, for a quick weekend trip, he was always there. In your space. Demanding attention like a fucking toddler.
And of course your traitorous body still responded to him. No matter how much you hated how he stared, how he goaded you or touched you not so innocently when your mother wasn't looking, you still felt that pulse of heat. That shift under your skin like he was pulling some invisible string.
And now he knew. He knew that at least some part of you, somehow, thirsts for him too.
âFine. It's you. You caught me. I had a little school girl crush on you once upon a time. But it's over. You're my stepfather for fuck's sake, Lloyd. It's not appropriate.â
âAppropriate? What's not appropriate is my little girl lying to me.â
âOh fuck off-â
Lloyd is on you in an instant. With one hand on your arm and the other around your throat he has you caught.
âWatch your language, kitten. Don't make daddy angry now. Not when he's learned how much his little girl cares for him.â
You gulp against his fingers, holding back the whine in your throat. It's not fair how quickly your panties soak and stick uncomfortably to your skin. It's not fair that this douchebag has this effect on you, but you can't help it. Can't help the part of you that wishes he's grip your throat tighter until you see stars. Or that he'd throw you down on the rug and take you with your bedroom door open.
âPlease,â you squeak out.
Lloyd's hungry mouth captures yours in a kiss that makes your knees buckle. His arm immediately wraps around your waist again, pulling you up against him. You hate how right it feels, being in his arms again.
As he shoves his tongue in your mouth, you can feel the thick length of his cock grinding against your core. Before you start to grind back he pushes you away. You're gasping for breath with his hand still on your throat.
âLloyd.â
âUh-uh. What's my name?â
When you don't say anything Lloyd turns and throws you down on the bed. The force of your back hitting the mattress makes you flail a bit and your sketchbook bounces to the floor.
Lloyd stands above you at the end of the bed.
âWhen I ask you a question, I expect an answer. The correct answer. Or do I have to show your ass I mean business?â
You try to scramble away up the bed but Lloyd catches you by your hips and drags you back down.
âAre you gonna be a good girl for me, kitten, or do we have to do this the hard way?â Lloyd practically growls in your face.
âNo, sir,â you gulp when he grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye. âI'll be good.â
âAtta girl.â He pats your cheek and moves back to your hips, pulling down your sleep shorts and panties in one go. You'd planned to have a relaxing day at home before Lloyd showed up so you only wore those and an old thin t-shirt that Lloyd could absolutely see your nipples poking through.
You gasp at the abruptness of cold air on your pussy before Lloyd is pushing your spread knees to your chest and kneeling down on the floor.
âHold these up. If you let them go while daddy feasts on your pretty pussy, you'll wind up over my knees.â
You nod and swallow down your shock but before you can respond Lloyd and his prickly mustache are buried deep in your folds.
Your head falls back with a whine as he rolls his lips over your clit and sucks.
His hands knead the flesh of your ass, a part of you you know he loves if the passing pinches and grabs are anything to go by.
The slurping sounds his mouth makes as he licks and sucks at your hole and clit are obscene. You can't contain your cries or the way your hands grip and tug at his short strands. And he likes it that way if the growls that reverberate against your pussy are anything to go by.
âTaste so fucking good kitten. I'm gonna stretch your tight little cunt out with my fingers and I need you to cum for me. Can you do that kitten?â
You nod, no longer thinking about what you're doing or how fucked up it is. All you care about is your need to cum.
âPlease.â
Lloyd stops fucking your pussy with his tongue to ask, âPlease what?â
âPlease, daddy,â you pant.
âGood girl.â
Lloyd sucks your clit back into his mouth, at the same sliding two fingers into you, spearing your cunt open. He curls his fingers as he pumps them into you and finds that spot that makes your eyes roll back and flutter closed. Before you know it you're shouting, shaking as your release takes you over and you soak Lloyd's hand and chin.
âThat's it, kitten. Fuckin look at you.â His fingers slow as you come down and it's like he doesn't want to take them from you the way he pulls away.
You watch in a gaze as Lloyd shucks his stupid white pants and boxers. How dare he be a douche and have the prettiest cock you've ever seen.
His eyes roam your naked form and you have a moment of self consciousness under his gaze. You shouldn't care what he thinks but you're not fit like the woman he's married to. You can't even begin to walk down that line of comparison without your head spinning. So you shake them away and focus on how filthy and hungry he looks covered in your juices, chest heaving as he lines up his long, thick cock with your pussy.
âBetter than all the art in that book. All the art in the goddamn Louvre,â Lloyd says as he admires you. Itâs like he knew you needed to hear it though, like he could see it on your face. He strokes his cock as he rubs it up and down your pussy lips. Every time his tip nudges your clit you jolt and whine.
âShh, patience, baby.â His rough hand rubs your spread, thick thighs and he smacks them once, twice, over and over just to hear you cry out. That cruel smile takes over his handsome face again and the flat of his hand lands hard on your wet pussy. You cry out, tears springing to your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain.
Lloyd grips your thigh where you already feel hot and sore and slides in, stretching your pussy impossibly wide around him. The way he forces himself in, you feel like you're gonna split in two.
âToo much,â you wince. âLloyd I can't, I can't.â
âYou can. You will.â
He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, this one less brutal and much softer, sweeter like he's trying to ease your pain. You relax into him until you feel his pubic bone grind into your puffy clit.
âOh fuck.â
âSee. I knew you could kitten. Such a good girl taking daddy's big cock.â His hands rub soothing circles on your ass as he tilts you up higher and grinds into you deep.
You whine and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
âPlease daddy. Please fuck me.â
You feel Lloyd's cock kick inside you and you tighten around him in return.
âGod, you're gonna kill me, kitten.â
Suddenly he slides almost all the way out of you before slamming back in again. You scream and dig your nails into his thick shoulders.
Lloyd doesn't hold back and jackhammers into you, the force of his thrusts rattling your brain. He adjusts his grip, holding your knees practically to your ears, keeping you spread open and tilted back so he hits just the right spot every time.
It's not long before you feel that tightness coiling in your belly, clenching down on his cock as he slams in again and again.
âGonna come again for me, kitten? That's it. Soak my cock, baby. Cum so I can fill your sweet little cunt up.â
He reaches between you to rub circles on your clit and the thread holding you tight finally snaps.
âYes! Fuck daddy I'm coming!â
âGood girl, that's it baby.â Lloyd grits his teeth, groaning as warm spurts of his spend coats your walls.
There's so much it leaks around him and oozes out of you when he slides out.
âFuck I love seeing you full of me.â Lloyd gathers his leaking cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. He laughs as you squirm, feeling raw and oversensitive.
âLloyd,â you push at his hand.
âDon't push me away unless you want me to make you come again, kitten. Maybe two or three times.â
You gasp and pull back your hands, shaking your head.
âYou sure?â He teases you as you pout. âMaybe later.â
Lloyd presses a kiss to your knee and helps you straighten out. You half expect him to leave you there, cold and empty, but he grabs your shorts and pulls them back on for you.
âGet up.â
Your legs are like jello but you stand.
Lloyd lightly wraps a possessive hand around your throat and kisses you soft and slow.
âYou're mine now, kitten.â
âYes, daddy.â
Oh how quickly you fold for this man.
âYour mother's gone for the weekend. Come keep me company,â he whispers against your lips. You nod and capture his mouth in another kiss.
âYes, daddy.â
#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x fem!reader#lloyd hansen x plus size!reader#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen fanfic#lloyd hansen fan fiction#lloyd hansen smut#lloyd hansen headcanon#lloyd hansen imagine#stepdad!lloyd hansen#dark fic#my fics
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I hope you are having a woooooonderful Friday!! đĽ°
I was the anon requesting the Lloyd fic with him accidentally discovering that his assistant is hot lol and I LOVED IT. I can see she won't make it easy for him!
I wanted to know what you would think of Lloyd running into one of those toxic red pill/alpha male types after they corner his girl (or who he claims as his girl đ that's up to you) being gross to her.
Those types just make me so mad, I think Lloyd would teach them a good lesson and put them in their place đ
TYSM for your time and the lovely words you give us! đ
OMG my sweet Lloyd nonnie, this took me two months to post but literally only like three days to write. I'm a whole mess, but I really like this story and I hope you do too!!!!
Title: A Duke and His Duchess
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2K
Summary: The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.
Warnings: Lloyd is a warning all on his own: possessive!Lloyd, soft!dark!Lloyd, lovey-dovey!Lloyd. Toxic âalpha maleâ behavior, Lloydâs butterfly knife making an appearance, physical violence (some involving Reader), vaginal fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
A/N: Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
Dividers by: @saradika-graphics
Support/Reblog banner by me
Cover Art by me
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The look that crosses his face says everything before his mouth can do so. He groans in the back of his throat, walking over to where you stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing your outfit. He winks at you in the reflection and kisses where your neck meets your shoulder. His hands slide over your ample hips and grab a handful of your plump rump.
âDonât you get started. You promised me that we were going out tonight,â you say, turning around and putting your manicured hands on his pecs.
âThatâs not fair, Duchess. You put on this outfit, and my blood flow goes straight to my cock,â he sighs, pulling you closer so you can feel his heavy erection pressing against your mound.
Sliding your hands down his chest, you palm his length, and he hisses in response. âIs this all for me, Duke?â You squeeze him, and he closes his eyes, leaning his head back.
âWho the fuck else would it be for? I mean, look at you,â he implores, letting his eyes wander over your clothing.Â
He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugs all your curves. The halter top accents your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt shows off your wide hips and thick thighs and stops under your knee. A pair of stilettos with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure completes the ensemble.
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and praise the melanin gods that blessed you with the ability to hide your blushing. Lloyd finishes buckling your heel, then rises to his full height. Holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger, he lays a sweet kiss upon your lips before nuzzling his nose with yours.Â
âAfter you, Duchess,â he croons, stepping out of the way and letting you walk ahead of him. You already know that he just wants to watch your hips sway while you walk in front of him, but damn if you donât love how much he covets your body. And if you put a little extra oomph in your step, he wasnât mad about it.
Lloyd stops the car at the curb and exits the car, tossing the keys to the valet. Walking around to the passenger side, he shoos away the other attendant trying to assist you in exiting the vehicle.Â
Nobody touches you when Lloyd is around.
He takes your hand, and you step onto the sidewalk, taking in the view of the line to get into the club. Lloyd pulls you along with him as he bypasses the line and walks up to the bouncer. They exchange a few words, and the very large, and probably armed, man at the door unlatches the velvet rope and ushers you in.
The lights in the place are spinning in dizzying patterns with blues, purples, and pinks. The music is both heard and felt as it thumpingly exits the speakers. Lloyd waves down a girl and she comes running. Youâre a bit confused as he whispers something in her ear. Before you can ask him about it, youâre pulled in the direction of one of the tables on the upper level that overlooks the dancefloor.
In true Lloyd fashion, he gets the best table, and there is already champagne on ice waiting for you when you sit down. He pops the bottle and pours you both a healthy amount of the bubbly golden liquid. He toasts to you, as always. You clink your glasses and empty your drink in one go. Lloyd is there to refill your glass, watching and smiling as you dance a little in your seat as the DJ rolls from one song to the next.Â
The opening notes of Cobra hit your ears, and you canât stop yourself from singing along with Megan Thee Stallion.
đś
Long as everybody gettin' paid, right?
Everything'll be okay, right?
I'm winnin', so nobody trippin'
Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'
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You donât remember closing your eyes in the middle of singing and enjoying the song. When you open them, Lloyd is sitting next to you, and he has that��look on his face. The look that expressly means that he wants to watch you dance, and more specifically, he wants to watch you shake that thang.Â
You donât keep him waiting for long. Standing up, you set your glass down on the table in front of you. Moving over to stand in front of Lloyd, you let the music move through your body as you start to give him a little show.
You sway your hips, bending forward to lean on the table. With your ass in the air, you twerk for your man, and he is in heaven. When you make it clap, you feel his hands on your ass.Â
He doesnât want to stop you; he just wants to feel âthe motion of the oceanâ as you dance just for him. You look over your shoulder at him, and he is definitely in his happy place. His tongue snakes out to wet his lips, his eyes laser-focused on your derriere until you giggle. Blue eyes meet yours, and his mouth upturns; that devilish little smirk silently tells you heâs pleased.
He moves his hands to your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap. Between your gyrations, you can feel how pleased he truly is. That is if the hardness in his pants is anything to go by.Â
Song after song, you tease him with a lap dance. Making sure to grind into him this way and that, allowing him the opportunity for his hands to wander. As the music changes to something a little different, you notice that you and Lloyd have emptied the champagne. He offers to have another bottle brought over, but you wouldnât mind walking up to the bar yourself.
He begrudgingly lets you raise from his lap. You saunter away, heading to the bar on the lower level. Ordering a margarita, you wait while the bartender makes a few drinks at the same time.Â
You feel eyes on you and turn to see a man watching you from a distance. His hazel eyes catch yours, and you smile politely, then turn away. The bartender hands you the strawberry-flavored drink, and before you can pay him, a hand reaches over yours and beats you to it.Â
âWhatâs a pretty little thing like you doing paying for her drinks?â A deep baritone escapes his boringly pretty face, and you instantly feel something off about him.
âCanât a woman just buy a drink without the third degree?â You pick up your drink and sip while looking him up and down.
âPlease donât act like youâre not impressed. Just calm down, baby,â he says.
âDonât call me baby, first of all. Secondly, what do I have to be impressed about? The fact you can pay for a $12 drink? Good job. Not interested,â you lament, turning to walk away. A hand gripping your arm stops you.
âLook, we got off on the wrong foot. How about you recognize when a man is being nice to you? You must not be used to getting attention. Let me break it down for you: I buy you a drink; we enjoy a little time together. And if youâre lucky, I might even fuck you,â he negs, standing up straight so he towers over you.
âLet my arm go, creep!â You shout, failing to tug your arm out of his grasp.
The grip on your arm gets impossibly tighter as he leans in to speak, âListen here, you fat bitch. Ainât nobody here looking out for you. So, it would be best if you do as youâre told and be a good little slut.â
Your eyes shut tight out of fear, and suddenly the clench on your arm is gone. You open your eyes, and the man is still in front of you; his eyes are wide as a butterfly knife is held under his throat.
âAlright, man! Be cool! I wasnât-â
âOh, what? You werenât doing anything? You werenât treating my woman like some piece of meat, like what? Fucking toxic, red pill, alpha male wannabe. No, I bet you werenât doing anything,â Lloyd seethes, pressing the knife a bit further into the manâs skin. âI think you owe her an apology before I cut your fucking head off, sweet pea.â
âIâm sorry! Iâm so sorry, I swear,â he cries, a tear escaping one eye and wetting his silk shirt.
Lloyd turns to you and sees you cradling your arm. His anger reaches a boiling point, and he moves the knife to his left hand before punching the man in the jaw and knocking him out. âApology accepted, asshole,â he spits, stepping over him to get to you.
He carefully examines your arm while the other clubgoers start to gather. He turns back to the asshole, and you watch as his jaw clenches. You know he wants to cut this man up and feed him to the dogs, but you bring his attention back to you.Â
âDuke!â You shout, and when his eyes meet yours, you pull him behind you to the exit. Once the valet brings the car around, Lloyd opens your door and closes it behind you softly. Walking around the front of the car, he runs a finger through his hair before entering the car and slamming the door shut.
He pulls away from the curb and starts down the busy street, mumbling to himself about how he wanted to kill that shithead for laying even a finger on you. At a red light, you notice his grip on the steering wheel is leaving his knuckles white. You reach a hand over to lay atop his, and he starts to calm down finally.
Then you get an idea.
You loosen his hand from the steering wheel and place it under your skirt between your thighs. Once his fingers meet your saturated folds, his shoulders relax.Â
âYou defended my honor tonight and slayed a beast for me. Now, either get us home fast or pull this car over so I can thank you properly,â you beg, already clenching around his digits.
Youâve never seen Lloyd drive faster than that night. You only make it to the driveway of your place before he adjusts his seat and pulls you over to sit in his lap with your skirt pulled up around your waist.
As soon as he is inside you, you get to riding, and you donât let up until youâve got him whimpering underneath you. You beg him to fill you, and he barely makes it through your plea before heâs emptying his balls inside your welcoming heat.
You lay kisses all over his face as he comes down from his high. As his softening length slips from you, you open the driverâs side door and exit as his spunk leaks out of you. You adjust your skirt and thank the heavens that the carport hides you for the most part. Lloyd stuffs himself back in his pants and follows after you. Locking the car with the fob, he steps ahead of you to unlock the front door.
âWell, Iâd say our night out was eventful,â he jokes, and you are happy to hear that heâs not as upset as earlier.
âThatâs one way to put it,â you laugh, kicking off your shoes and walking toward the bedroom. âNow, why donât you come put me to bed properly, Duke?â
âDonât have to ask me twice, Duchess,â he purrs, catching up to you in three long strides. He leans in to kiss your lips, reaching down to hold you close before turning you around to nibble at your neck.
You love this man with all of your heart. For all of his flaws, he always gets this part right. He treats you like royalty. But what else would you expect? He works hard, and he loves hard. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
A/N: I would love to know what you think!!! Feedback is appreciated!
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The assistant (6) - Good times
Summary:Â You are invisible most of the time.
Pairing:Â Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader
Possible pairing:Â Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader
A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.
Warnings:Â angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers
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<< Part 5
Here are the nicknames every brother gave the reader:
Lloyd â Cupcake; Jake â Sweetie; Ari â Sweetness; Curtis â Sunshine; Andy â Pookie; Mike â Flower
âWhatâs your plan, Lloyd?!â Andy sighs as his brother refuses to tell him about his plan. âI told you that Iâm all in. Iâve missed my family���andâŚâ
âAnd?â Lloyd asks. âWhat else did you miss?â
âThe business, okay. My life is boring and lonely. I canât breathe right when Iâm home at the empty house. The one Laurie wanted me to buy. I hate it there.â
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#CEvans characters#The assistant fanfic series#fan fic series i'm reading#jake jensen#andy barber#ari levinson#lloyd hansen#curtis everett#mike weiss
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January Reading List
Hey, lovelies! Here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of January. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika.
If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.
Love, thanks, and happy reading!
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Just One Night by @jobean12-blog
New Year's Day by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Last First Kiss by @jadedvibes
Dark Side of the Moon by @sgt-seabass
Not a Fan by @buckyalpine
When Your Kisses Climb by @slyyywriting
Though I Have Never Read It by @tuiccim
Jewel Encrusted by @nocturne-pisces
Everyone's Watching Him (But He's Looking at Her) by @writing-for-marvel
Just One More Night - Part 1 by @tumblin-theworldaway
Fun Turns to Fear by @cherryredmurdock
There's Really a Wolf by @flordeamatista
Delicate by @bucksangel
Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes
Positive Vicissitude by @targaryenvampireslayer
That Walk by @bucky-barnes-diaries
Blackheart by @onceuponastory
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Haze by @sweeterthanthis
Saved by @doasyoudesireandlive
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Sam Wilson
A Smile and a Smirk by @late-to-the-party-81
The Chase by @targaryenvampireslayer
Hal Carter x Reader
Black Crown by @sgt-seabass
Lee Bodecker x Reader
No One Special by @springdandelixn
Out of Line by @dreamlessinparis
Steve Rogers x Reader
Chef's Kiss by @cockslutpadalecki
Surprise, Surprise by @late-to-the-party-81
On the Hunt: One Step Ahead by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Alpha Steve Headcanon by @foxgloveprincess
Recognition by @labella420
Safe and Sound by @qu1etwolf
Witch View by @buckets-and-trees
Pretty Flowers for a Pretty Girl by @witchywithwhiskey
Andy Barber x Reader
Sweet Treats by @sunshinebuckybarnes
Unbind Me by @ghotifishreads
Kill Bill by @geniedetails
Wherever You Will Go by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Ari Levinson x Reader
Don't Tempt Him by @luxeavenger
Sleepy Hollow by @onsunnyside
The Chores by @theycallmebecca
Jake Jensen x Reader
Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin
Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale
How I Disappeared... Part 2 by @jtargaryen18
Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Formation by @ronearoundblindly
You Don't Wanna See Me Bratty by @honeystevie
Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Attention by @agentofkrypton
Discretion by @inklore
You'll Never Go Down to the Gods Again by @the-iceni-bitch
Miscellaneous Characters x Reader
Mourning (Wanda Maximoff) by @late-to-the-party-81
Silver (Laurie Laurence) by @darksideofthecocoamoon
I Want Out (Max Sharper) by @mickeyhenrys
#navy's fic recs#reading list#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female reader#andy barber x reader#andy barber x female reader#bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader x sam wilson#lee bodecker x reader#lee bodecker x female reader#lloyd hansen x reader x ransom drysdale#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x female reader#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x female reader#jake jensen x reader#jake jensen x female reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female reader#hal carter x reader#hal carter x female reader#wanda maximoff x reader#laurie laurence x reader#january reading list#show writers some love
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Fic & Writer Recommendations Jan 2023
I know I said I will be doing this quarterly but I just couldn't help myself.
Listed below are writers I am a fan of and fics I have been reading and loving for the month of January (well, some December too). Some are dark and some light but what they do have in common is that they were created by such talented people.
As usual, I'll be categorizing them as Dark, Grey, and Non-Dark. But I am now adding a new category; writers.
Writers
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - There really isn't anything that they release that I don't like. Their stories vary in darkness and it's always such a treat to read. My favorite so far is Unexpected and its prequel, Unsolicited, and I think you guys should check it out.
@straywords - Their fics are just *chef's kiss*. I've read a couple of them already and they are just such beautiful pieces. I have yet to dive deeper into their masterlist but so far, In The Mountains and Bound Then and Forever are my current faves.
Dark Fics
Corruption (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
Doppelgänger (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic Summary: Your husbandâs twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why.Â
Worthy (Thor x Reader) by @michelleleewise Summary: After your recent breakup your self-esteem is at an all-time low, so you take your friend's advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead.
It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting Summary:Â âDon't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.â -Hozier, It Will Come BackÂ
Grey Fics
Spoils of War (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @navybrat817 Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances.
Non-Dark
Legend: đ - Smut / đ - Fluff / đ - Angst
Beautiful View from the Backseat (Thor x Stark!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki đ Summary: Some mortal things, Thor can get used to. Except traffic jams.
Sweeter Than Apple Pie (DBF!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis đ Summary: It's torture sitting through dinner with Lee. Especially when his idle hands can't keep from wandering.
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Have you ever read capT fanfic? Sheâs basically sleeping with all of Chrisâs characters. Her obsession with Chris (especially since she claims to be married) is disturbing ///
Okay, I havenât read capts fics personally⌠but like come on now lol. Sheâs not âsleepingâ with all of Chrisâs characters. Thatâs a reach. If sheâs writing them as Y/N thatâs a âreader insertâ so itâs for the reader.
Thatâs not what writing fanfic is about either (ie envisioning sleeping with Evans or whoever itâs about). For many itâs about the joy of writing and the love of a character. And with that being said, a lot of people enjoy his characters only and there is nothing wrong with that. I personally am not like the biggest fan of Evans anymore, but Steve Rogers or Lloyd Hansen, Ransom?? Iâd read a smutty fic about them ANY day.
I also know women who are married and write fanfic (not just about CE). Meanwhile, I have a boyfriend and I read it and write it (not only CE for me either haha⌠I do love me some Seb & Glen). Itâs essentially like reading a book and loving the sexy main character in that book.
So whoever sent in this ask, pls donât just assume that ppl who read fanfic about someone / a character they enjoy (even if in a relationship) is disturbing or an obsession.
I read fan fic all the time so im not judging anyone who reads or writes it for the record
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Iâm a die hard Andy Barber girly. But someone told me you have some great Lloyd Hansen fan fictions and I canât believe I never read them. I am officially starting today!
đ Lloyd is one of my favorite characters to write for!! He is just so much fun! Most of my stuff is one shots but You Were the One and With Your Touch are some sweet little Lloyd fics.
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Rock, Meet Hard Place 1
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary:Â your boss makes a deal that proves less than beneficial for you.
Characters: Nick Fowler, Lloyd Hansen
Authorâs Note: This is what you asked for so don't even.
Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. Iâm always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourselfđ
âAlright, sweet thing, you just make sure he knows Iâm on his way, wonât you?â Hansen drawls over the phone. You roll your eyes.Â
âYes, I will definitely do my job, Hansen,â you click around the computer as you drone dully towards the speaker phone.Â
âAlways so obedient, baby face.âÂ
âMm, sure. ETA?â You ask curtly.Â
He chuckles, âyou sure know how to sweet talk.âÂ
âIâll say... about an hour? Is that correct?â You rebuff.Â
âYouâre good,â he praises.Â
âIâll let Fowler know.âÂ
You reach over and hang up before he can get his next quip out. You can see why your boss isnât his biggest fan, though you canât say Fowler isn't much better. Heâs grating in a much different way.Â
You stand up and check your watch. You cross the office and knock on the door to the left of your desk. Your boss grumbles from the other side.Â
âOne hour,â you call through.Â
âIn,â he demands.Â
You sigh. You really donât need any more of his griping. All morning heâs been stressing you about Hansen. He really has no right to be so whiny. He chose this. He said the contract was too good to pass up. Faced with consequence of his own greed, he makes sure heâs not the only one to suffer for it.Â
No matter how many times you remind him that business is business and you need to just get it over with, he doesnât let up. You open the door and step inside.Â
âFowler,â you cross your arms. âI wouldnât recommend any more caffeine.âÂ
âHow do you knowâmaybe I donât want another coffee.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have one but I could make some decaf,â you suggest.Â
âDo you always have to do that? You donât know whatâs in my mind.âÂ
âI know you have your knife is in your boot and I would suggest you leave it at your desk,â you shrug.Â
âYou donât always know,â he snarls and rolls his chair back. He bends his ankle over his knee and unstraps the sheath. âThere, happy.âÂ
âHappy is a relevant emotion. Iâm content. One hour, Fowler.âÂ
âOne hour,â he mocks. âIf you weren't so damn efficient...âÂ
âI know, sir, Iâd be working for some CEO in New York, living every young girlâs dream.â You turn to the door. âAbout fifteen years too late.âÂ
You leave him as he issues another grumble. You pace around the office and go to the window. You peer out at the green lawns and let your vision blur. You chose to never be a wife or mother, too much hassle, yet after everything, youâre still reining in children. Forty-year old manchildren.Â
âNew jacket,â Fowler comments as he emerges from his office.Â
âIt was new about five years ago,â you turn to face him and lean on the trim of the window.Â
âWhich one?â He holds up two hangers; a leather jacket and a blue blazer. You squint. Â
âYou joining a golf club or a biker club?â You snip.Â
âDonât be a smart ass,â he tosses the leather jacket into the cushioned chair against the wall and unhooks the blazer from the hanger. âI swear, I donât need lip from the both of you.âÂ
âWhat do you mean? Hansen was absolutely delightful.â The dryness in your voice chafes in the air. He shakes his head.Â
âIdiot,â he mutters, âbut a deadly idiot.âÂ
He pops his collar before he pulls the jacket over his shoulders. He folds it back down and goes to the oval mirror hung to the right of the door. He fixes a shank of his short hair as it juts up from his crown. You watch, disinterested, from your perch against the window sill.Â
âYou couldnât put a dress on for the special occasion,â he challenges as he faces you.Â
You have to keep from flicking your eyes up. You go to your desk and sit, âIâll wear one when you do.âÂ
âWouldnât you like a peek?â He scoffs.Â
You donât answer. He might despise Hansen for the same, but he can be cocky in his own right. Most men in this line of work, or just at that level, have an overinflated ego. Likely a bit of compensation for lacking elsewhere.Â
âCome on, letâs get moving,â he snaps his fingers. âWhat do you think? Outside? The den? Dining room?â He asks. âI could sit at the end of the table, have him stand at the other end like a peasant in a medieval court?âÂ
âOh, this is going to go well,â you stand again.Â
âAh, come on, Harpy, youâll be there to keep us civil.âÂ
You give him a look. He tosses the nickname out when he wants to irk you but heâs yet to get the reaction he wants. You donât let him have that much. He gets twelve hours of your day, sometimes more, and nothing else.Â
âSo maybe I should bring the knife,â you remark.Â
âMm, interesting. He definitely wouldnât see it coming but I think those daggers in your eyes are sharp enough to keep him at bay,â he snickers. Â
âIf you really want my opinion,â you approach him, âmeet him in the den. Have a drink. Keep his hands busy.âÂ
âOh, are you worried about me? You think I canât handle him?âÂ
âNot worried. I know the kind of man he is. And the kind you are,â you muse. âYou should both keep your hands visible. I donât like cleaning up blood.âÂ
He laughs again.Â
âNo coffee, but I can have whiskey? Guess thatâs fair,â he turns on his heel and struts into the hall. You follow. Â
You wonât say it, but you donât see why you need to be there at all. Itâs hardly the sort of meeting where you need to keep minutes.Â
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I have a request for Lloyd fucking reader wuth random objects (perhaps with some impact play and use of kitten as petname)
Thanks doll!!
hello honey, I apologise for taking so long. I hope you like it.
summary - your husband decides to test something on you.
warning - smut, food play, impact play, spanking, squirting.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
âListen, Kitten. Iâve heard about people fucking themselves with these. So, weâre going to test it out.â Lloyd states, holding up a cucumber and spanking your glistening cunt with his other hand. You nod, unable to speak as your mouth is stuffed with your knickers. His darkened eyes move down to your cunt, and he smirks. âI donât even need to prepare you. Youâre such a slut, getting wet just by the thought of me fucking you with this.âÂ
Your whine is muffled, and your back arches, trying to push your hips closer, needing to be filled. Your eyes plead with Lloyd, needing him. You could feel your cunt throb with need, leaking with arousal as your eyes moved down to the vegetable in his large hands. Your heart begins to pound from excitement as he moves toward you, rubbing it against your puffy clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Lloyd moves the cucumber down to your throbbing entrance and pushes in, stretching your walls.Â
âFuck! Look how well your tiny little cunt takes it. Are you thinking of my cock, Kitten? You think youâd be able to fit both in there?â Lloyd groans, moving the cucumber back and forth as he begins to fuck you with it. The sight of your cunt swallowing the whole thing causes his cock to twitch and throb, staining his pants as precum leaks out of his red tip. Lloyd picks up his pace, pounding it into you, loving how your back arches and the little squeals that escape your mouth. âJesus, Kitten. Youâre so fucking hot.â You gasp as his hand flies down and smacks your puffy clit, smirking as your eyes disappear into the back of your head. âAre you going to cum for me, Kitten? Be the naughty little slut you are.â You nod, gripping the sheets beneath you as your back arches, hips push closer to him, and your juices squirt out of you, covering Lloyd.
Your body slumps onto the mattress, and you tiredly close your eyes. You hum as Lloyd removes the cucumber from your cunt, and your knickers from your mouth. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you before cleaning you up and heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner. You wake a while later and walk out of the bedroom. âLloyd?â You squint, blinking away the sleep. You watch your husband in the kitchen, humming at how good he looks.
Lloyd turns and smirks. âHey, Kitten. Itâs good to see you awake. Are you hungry?â You nod, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist as you plant your face into his back. âIâm making something real special. Itâll be ready soon.â
You hum again, taking in his smell and the food he is cooking. Your eyes move across the counter and land on the ends of a cucumber discarded to the side. âLloyd⌠Did you?âÂ
His eyes move to where you are looking, knowing you wouldâve noticed them, and he chuckles. âOf course, Kitten. You taste so good, and I couldnât let it go to waste.â You feel your cheeks heat up, causing you to bury your face into his back.Â
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