#lloyd hansen x cupcake

[altagraye]

Warnings: nsfw, 18+ only, smut, cussing (c’mon people it’s me), squirting, smacking, manhandling soft!dom x innocent!reader, Lloyd has an innocence corruption kink, dark main character, unprotected sex ( put raincoats on peeps!), age gap (reader is of legal age), reader is 25, Lloyd is 40, Lloyd (yeah he is definitely a warning) .

Author's note: This was written on a very very old tablet and or my regular cell phone. I apologize for any mistakes. My laptop is currently broken.

Part 1: switchblade serenade

You were 25, with the face of a young Jennifer Aniston but cursed with a nasty scar above your eyebrow, and your palette painted in the goth style. Or as much of it as Lloyd would let you wear. Today you were dressed in classic cotton stocking, the ones that hugged your thighs and left a few inches of skin before your plaid skirt was covering you.

Lloyd absolutely showered you in gifts, a pearl necklace that accentuated a few sparse moles on your declate. Classic black nails, dotted in silver glitter- a touch all your own.

You stood by Lloyd's side as the corrupt goons exited the building. Yeah, they were his confidants and informants, but we always have to keep our eyes out for them. It’s easy to get back stabbed when you aren’t looking. While the last one was still in the room, his back to you, Lloyd took pleasure in lifting your skirt and coaxing at your skimpy clothed cunt.

He wanted a lacy thong on you, icing on his Cupcake. The heavy cedar double doors closed finally. Leaving you two alone, at least for now. His perfect blue eyes glazed over you for a short moment, admiring a fine piece of art like you, before his lips crashed into your own. You couldn’t help but moan into his rough kiss. His mustache brushing your soft lips, itching just a little. His wide hands slipped underneath the spaghetti strap of the thong and gripped the plump globes of your ass.

The both of you were finally alone after many long hours of being in stupid planning meetings on where the next target was and how to initiate the hit. Effortlessly he lifted you up and set you down on the fancy french table. Your insides were begging, burning for him to fuck you silly.

You tangled your fingers into his hair as he moved onto your jugular, sucking on it hard, showing how much he wanted you.

“Been waiting all day for this. Kinda just wanted to fuck you with them here. But, now I can screw you as hard as I want.” Lloyd rambled semi- to himself and half to you. Your heart was beating loud in your ears, until you heard the familiar clank of his belt buckle.

You closed your legs immediately. He growled and turned you over onto your belly. Dragging your torso so that you hung from the edge of the table. Your skirt lifted, with a sharp sear he smacked your ass.

“You're gonna be a brat now? Need me to fuck you til your pretty little brain melts? Answer me Cupcake.” you yipped with each swat of his heavy hand.

“It’s friday! It’s friday! It’s finger me friday” You pouted. You knew he didn’t like rules. And rules were for the good and the weak. To keep the intimacy interesting, you set up a specific flavor of sex for Lloyd to adhere to depending on the day.

Smother me monday- for when either of you felt like face-sitting, or when Llyod wanted to motorboat you.

Torture tuesday- when we pushed our limits of pain while we fucked each other.

Whack off wednesday- we can only pleasure ourselves on wednesday. No matter how hard it got, even if we were inches from each other.

Toys for thursday- only reaching orgasm from toys on this day.

Finger me friday- Lloyd can only make you cum with his fingers, today.

Shibari Saturday- when Lloyd treats you like his cute little rope bunny.

Sinner Sunday- sunday is kind of a free day. But when it’s not, he gets to cum in you however many times he likes.

Lloyd inhaled a big sigh, and rolled his eyes. "For once, your rules aren't boring. So I'm glad I forgot them, just wish I could break them more often." His hands traveled up and down your thighs.

His breath ghosting over your knees as he slowly pried you open again. One arm encompassing your torso to drag you closer to him. With one look, you were caught in his trance. The two of you were much like a drug to one another.

none of you being able to survive without the other. If anyone saw the two of you separately, they’d think you would carry on living your very separate lives. but, you couldn’t breathe without him. simply inseparable, however strange the circumstances.

Lloyd kissed up your torso, his hands skirting underneath your shirt, removing the garment to reveal your smooth skin. Your arms embraced the sculpted curves of his back, still an exquisite form of a man regardless of his more mature years. After all, you liked a man who knew what he was doing.

with his mouth, Lloyd took the front zipper of your bra and unzipped it. Your full, round womanhood only for him. He was awestruck. as if he were witnessing the hope diamond.

“you’re so beautiful for me, Cupcake. Can’t wait to be inside you. Love your cute moans when I fuck you with my fingers. My Baby-girl.” Lloyd said breathlessly, and without shame he took pleasure in sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth. twirling his tongue around to savor your salty taste.

His hand snaked down, slipping past your thong, coaxing your aching needy sex. You moaned almost immediately, Lloyd paid attention to your swollen clit. His mustache hairs tickle the buttery soft flesh of your breast.

You couldn't help but open your legs wider and thrust your hips for some kind of friction. You needed him like you needed oxygen.

With a wet pop he released your nipple, snickering at the way you were so easily coming undone for him. An audible gasp sprung from your lungs, stemming from the force he used to thrust two girthy digits into you.

A low growl billowed from his chest. Feeling your insides made him dangerously hard. The sponginess of your g-spot, it made his mouth water.

Lloyd was relentless. His index finger and middle finger working you open. You could hear your heartbeat pumping hard with each beat loud in your ear. Each time he thrust his digits in, it took your breath away and made you melt around his fingers by the passing second.

Without missing a beat Lloyd came up to trap your gasping lips in a wet, sloppy, kiss. You swear you were losing brain cells now. You didn’t care who heard you. the only thing that existed was you and him.

Your muscles began to contract so sweetly, fuck it felt so good!

“Daddy! Fuck. MMMMM, Gonna cum!” you whined. A hot sear, quick, and without pain- only made you moan more. He had slapped your cheek. Maybe you were being a brat?

His pupils dilated, he loved being called Daddy. Almost as much as he loved seeing your pretty mouth around his cock.

“You need to ask permission to cum. Are you already dumb just from my fingers?” He already knew the answer to that question. You nodded your head, a tear starting to form. You wanted to cum so bad! you wanted to clench his fingers, but somehow you knew that wasn’t enough. You needed to get fucked senseless by his thick cock.

“D-D-Daddy!” you were so close.

“Daddy. What?!” Now he was thrusting harder than before, making you see stars.

“May I cum, please, Daddy?!!” you whined out, feeling yourself lose control. Lloyd’s bicep tensed, moving so fast, hard, and deep inside you that you forgot where you were.

“Cum on my fingers, my sweet dumb Cupcake.” His lips forming a sinister smile. Your head flew back, hitting the table with a thud, but it didn’t hurt. A sound escaped your mouth, the kind you had only heard in porn. Desperate, and at your limit, but begging for more.

A loud gasp came from your left, “Oh my god. Oh my god! What the fuck?!” You were so confused by this, you thrashed your head to the side where the sound came from. Seeing the source, you wanted to throw up and disappear all at the same time. She had seen you. No one other than Lloyd was allowed to see you, all of you. Your nakedness was only for him. Your rule, not his. One he kept very close to his heart.

His fingers were ripped from your center and you missed the feeling of being full. But all you could think about was her wide-eyed, staring at your naked form. She didn’t deserve to see you. You closed your legs, with shame building up inside you.

You immediately covered your breasts, and turned, facing the opposite way of Suzanne. Lloyd grabbed something from the table, something metallic.

“Stupid Bitch!! Gimmie a reason not to shoot you! Get out!!!” Lloyd cocked his gun, ready to anihilate whoever saw his precious Cupcake. The door closed quickly but the rage was already boiling over in his mind and his heart. However stone-like that heart may be. He would set the whole world on fire if it meant saving his Cupcake.

“MORON!!” he fired the entire clip into the door anyway. You flinched from his screaming. Triggering old wounds, long scarred over. You covered your ears from the ear-drum piercing sound of the bullets. It was never like the movies, it was always much louder.

Your chest heaved with every breath. You were hyperventilating. tears streamed down your face. She saw you. She saw you. You know she did. You saw that look on her face. That disgust. That shock.

Lloyd came into your line of sight, but it was like he wouldn’t register in your mind. His hands came over your shoulders warming them. And you continued to cry.

Lloyd gently took your hands away from your ears, “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Daddy ran the mean Bitch away. No one will see you now. Just me, Cupcake. Only for me.” he dotted your neck and shoulders, and hands with the softest kisses. Bringing you back from your dark headspace.

“Lloyd?” you asked. becoming more aware of his presence. He cracked a smile, but his eyes were still filled with concern.

"Heya, Sunshine." He smiled wider. One hand cradling your head and bringing you in for a hug. He knew you needed that pressure. To bring you back to him. You were far from the epitome of mental health, and frankly so was Lloyd. Maybe that’s what made you two mesh so well, despite being almost complete opposites.

“No one, saw me right?” you asked barely above a whisper, your eyes searching Lloyd’s face for confirmation; he’d never lie to you.

“Not a soul, Baby, I promise.” He reassured you. He picked you up and put you on a nearby couch. Sometimes the goons and clients liked convenient comfortability.

The cool genuine leather of the couch gave you goosebumps. Your body was still naked, but as long as it was just the two of you, you didn’t care. He started with a kiss. Romantic and soft, for once not fighting for dominance. You didn’t know which you liked more. Him manhandling you or being so utterly soft for you. Whatever the choice, it still made you undeniably horny.

Lloyd could tell you were back in the saddle, and took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dragging them down slowly. He did enjoy teasing you. But he always gave in and gave you what you wanted or rather what you needed. and right now you needed him to fuck the worry away.

if it was one thing, Lloyd could take care of you. As he topped you, you were the one to pounce. You wrapped your legs around his sculpted, slim, waist. You felt his hardened cock firm against your pussy lips.

A wet sloppy kiss, smashed its way onto your lips. He was getting eager now. Maybe now it was more of a competition, now that you started to show some dominance.

A few grinds from your hips and muffled moans, made him take off his boxers. Both of you were completely vulnerable to the other, just the way you liked it. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt the firm and warm flesh of his swollen cockhead. Somehow he was savoring that look on your face. frustraatingly slow he dragged his cockhead along your slick slit, tapping your clit a few times for good measure.

“Sorry Cupcake, I always knock when I enter.” it was done in one slow thrust, so that you could feel every thick inch Lloyd had to offer. Lloyd braced himself by putting his hands on either side of your head, on the armrest. He groaned low once he bottomed out, placing his forehead on top of yours, he closed his eyes.

“Daddy! Oh you feel so good when your inside me like that!” every word was laced with oxytocin. He began to drag out of you, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting hard, reaching new depths.

He groaned this time. The chokehold that you had on his dick was purely invigorating. Lloyd caught this kind of taste from you, and now he couldn’t stop. He needed more. He needed to regain his territory. His queen and partner in crime.

Every harsh thrust of his hips had you seeing stars. Something within you had snapped. like a voracious appetite, you wanted every piece of him he could offer. You wanted to feel yourself melt from him releasing inside of you. God you loved that feeling of being full.

Lloyd moaned louder this time, you could tell he was close. You wrapped your arms around his back, raking your long nails down his porcelain skin. Your eyebrows stitched together from his cockhead banging against your cervix unapologetically.

“Fuck! You’re gripping me so good. Fuckin’ love you. God Damn! got me drunk from your pussy. ohhh. love that sweet d-irty sound you're making." Lloyd expressed himself quite clearly. his pace changed, and any second now you were going to lose it. the wet sloshing sounds turned you on too.

You could hear the couch creak beneath you, his thrusts becoming more animalistic. But you loved it.

“Daddy!!-” you gasped urgently, but Lloyd knew exactly what was happening.

“Cum Baby! Fucking cum on my cock!” he grunted out. the coil that had been building up in your stomach finally released, with a loud moan, your sweet juices covered his lower abdomen and upper thighs.

“That’s my girl! That’s how my Cupcake fuckin’, uggh, takes it. Shit! Take it Baby. Take every drop!” you had never seen Lloyd so passionate before. The warmth from his seed spurting into your deepest parts, was making you maon all over again.

He didn’t bother pulling out. instead stayed inside you. Pulling your cock drunk body against his and letting you lay on top of him. You rested your head in the valley of his toned breasts. Euphoria sweeps through your mind as you giggled.

“You said you love me.”

“ Always, Cupcake. Always.” He gave you a wink as you looked up at him. making you giggle again, and nuzzling your cheek into his warm skin. You’ll sleep very well tonight. And you couldn't wait what was in store for the two of you tomorrow.

end part 1

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[holylulusworld]

TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)

Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff

A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist

A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.

Words: 3,9 k

“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.

“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”

He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”

Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?

“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”

You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”

“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”

You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.

“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”

You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.

“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”

“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.

“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”

“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.

“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”

“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”

“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”

“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”

“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”

“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”

“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”

“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”

“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”

“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.

“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”

“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”

Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex  - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”

“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”

“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”

“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”

You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”

“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”

“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”

“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”

“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”

You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.

Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…

“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.

He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”

“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”

“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”

“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”

“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”

“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.

“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.

“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”

“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”

You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”

You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.

He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…

The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.

You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.

Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”

“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”

“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”

“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”

“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”

He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”

“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”

“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”

His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.

You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”

“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”

“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”

“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”

Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”

His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.

You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.

“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.

He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.

His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.

“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”

You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”

He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”

Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”

“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”

You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.

He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.

This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”

“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”

“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”

“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.  

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”

You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.

“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”

“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.

You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”

He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”

“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”

“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”

He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”

“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”

“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”

“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”

“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”

“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.

“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”

It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”

You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”

He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”

“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”

“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”

“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”

You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.

“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”

He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.

Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.

You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.

“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good…” 

Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.

“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”

“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”

“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”

“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”

“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”

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[alicedopey]

The Wound Licker

Fandom: The Gray Man

Genre: AU, Dark, Smut-ish

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Plus-Size reader

Warnings: Dubious consent (groping, kissing) coercion, blackmail, Lloyd (he is a villain so he is a menace) These warnings are not to be taken lightly. Read at your own risk. 

Words: 3879

Summary: You go back to school for a reunion and meet a good old friend, Lloyd Hansen.

A/N: This fic was written for Roo’s HalloCream Extravaganza thrown by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​.  Got the prompt: You run into an old friend but they’re nothing like the person you remember. I’m awfully late and I’m really sorry. Bear with me on this please because this is the first time I’m posting a dark fic. 

The main building of Harvard Law School was just as your remembered it; big, majestic, impressive, pompous… a golden cage which gave you so much, even though it was not your choice in the first place. You couldn’t deny that it offered you the status you had though and that was enough.

Taking a deep breath, you fixed your dress, secured the strap of your handbag on your shoulder, squared up your shoulders for good measure and climbed up the stairs that led to the main entrance.

When you entered, you spotted the few tables aligned and the usual members of the welcoming committee that were sitting behind to greet all your fellow former students. You walked to the first one and put a smile on your face.

“Good evening. Welcome to the 2008 class reunion. May I have your name, please?”

You recognized one of the girls who attended many classes with you, but it was not surprising she did not remember you. None of them did – that is, until you stated your name.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You knew when it clicked in her brain. The glimmer of recognition in her eyes, the spark of interest, the wide fake smile. Each time, this wicked name fell out from your lips, it was the same hypocritical and unbearable number.

“Y/N, of course!” She exclaimed joyfully. “We had lots of classes together, remember?”

She handed out a sticker with your name on it. The temptation to pretend you did not remember her was strong but you just nodded and smiled as usual. You took the sticker and put it on your chest before entering the huge room where the reunion was taking place.

Inside, the crowd of former students were intently listening to the speech of the man you referred to as your father. His posture shifted and you knew he had probably spotted you the moment you came into the room and he would enjoy giving you a lecture about being late.

You drew near the stage and managed to find a spot hidden between two tall big guys. Out of your father’s sight, you took the time to admire the decorations and you had to admit the Harvard Law School Association had once again outdone themselves to live up to the school’s reputation and show off as much as they could. Not that Harvard was not one of the best universities, but the way it had been forced on you made it impossible to truly appreciate the value of the place.

A round of applause concluded your father’s speech and you joined them half-heartedly. Another famous alumnus took his place as you made your way to the bar to get a drink. The variety of cocktails they offered was enormous and tempting. You finally opted for a Moscow mule and checked the seating arrangements to find your table. A smile appeared on your lips when you read the name of the person who would be seated next to you and you felt a little bit better as you took the direction of your table.

Your smile widened as you saw him standing at the table, waiting for you. He had grown bigger; the hairdo had evolved and there was that weird furry thick line above his lip. But it was him.

“Lloyd Hansen!”

“In the flesh, cupcake.” He replied confidently with a smirk on his face. His overconfident tone surprised you but you smile when you heard the old nickname. He embraced you without any warning and you awkwardly hugged him back. It was nice to feel his toned chest against you and his hands softly caressing your back. It was a first since you’ve known him though. He was not usually that cuddly.

After a few minutes, he finally gave you some space even if his hands lingered on your ample hips.

“Look at you, Cupcake. You’ve…grown.” He squeezed the tender flesh. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed but one look at his appreciative stare and the kind of embarrassment you felt shifted. Was he flirting with you? That was a first too. The two of you were quite close at college but it never turned flirty that way.

“And you’ve grown…a moustache.” You retorted, trying to change the subject.

“You like it?” He made it wiggle exaggeratedly.

“It suits you.” It did, strangely enough even if it gave him a strong porn movie director from the seventies vibe.

“Ladies love it. The tickling.” He winked and you found yourself giggling and hitting his chest playfully. What was wrong with you now?

He squeezed your hips once again. “I’m surprised you’re here, Cupcake. You usually never come to those reunion things.”

“I was asked to.” More like ordered to, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Ah! Daddy didn’t want you to miss his important speech.” He snorted.

You frowned at his condescending tone. Even if he was right, he was clearly mocking the situation and you did not like it one bit. You did not remember him using this tone with you.

You took a few steps back and crossed your arms in front of your chest in a defensive stance. Lloyd’s arms fell limply on his side. His jaw ticked but he must have sensed you were upset because his tone was softer when he asked his next question.

“So… what have you been up to since graduation?”

“I’m a lawyer now.”

“Oh. Filling up your parents’ shoes, then? Wanna become a judge too?”

You winced. “Not exactly. I mostly work on civil cases: divorces, custodies… I even volunteer to help people who need counselling but can’t afford it. I know this doesn’t sound prestigious but I love it.” You concluded in a more confident tone. You were proud of what you had become, no matter what your parents or others could think.

Lloyd smiled and inched closer. “I’m not surprised.” He raised his hand to tuck a lock of hair that had escaped from your ponytail behind your ear. “You were always so nice, willing to please everyone. Willing to please me.”

Your cheeks got hot under his praise and actions. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine as his hand found his way to your cheek. You leaned into his touch and castigated yourself instantly. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with him?

He had never behaved this way before, at least not with you. He had quite the reputation back then but your relationship had always been friendly and innocent. Not that it was unpleasant but it made your feel uneasy. You were not used to this kind of attention. Once again, you stepped away from him.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” He smirked, clearly having sensed your discomfort. You tried to ignore it. “I bet you’re working with the police or something. You clearly were a man of action.” You remembered he was not a fan of all those laws but when it came to practicing, he was there.

“I tried but it was too boring. I was recruited by the CIA and I’ve worked for them for a few years.”

“Wow, CIA”. Your eyes widened. “That’s amazing. What are you doing now, then?”

“I’m still working with them but let’s say I’m a free agent. They call me for special missions.”

“Like when they desperately need help and no one else can do it?” You asked with a smile, still impressed but a new smirk appeared on his face and your smiled faltered.

“What I do can’t be taught so you could say that.  See… looks like we’re doing the same job. Helping those in need, just like we used to help each other in college.”

You full smile returned. Those were fond memories. Two misunderstood persons finding solace in each other.

The arrival of the waiters with the hors d’oeuvre put a stop to your conversation and you took your seats next to each other.

To say you had a bad time during the dinner would be a lie. The discussions with the other former students were nice and the meal was delicious. Llloyd was a pleasant company. To you, at least. He could be quite sharp and mocking with the other guests. He was blunt and even almost gross in his replies. That was new. You had heard about this side of him but had never witnessed it and it was… upsetting.

When it came to you though, he was as charming as possible. Very tactile, even. He constantly put his hand on your arm when he talked to you, his arm was nonchalantly thrown over the back of your chair which allowed him to touch your neck and shoulder. The signals were clear and after trying to resist, you let yourself drown into them, no matter what the outcome would be. It was nice to be the center of attention for something else than your name, their name, his name.

Overall, you had a great time. Then your father chose to come around and greet everyone. All of the students at your table raised from their seats at his approach and you felt obligated to do so as well. You watched him talking smoothly to everyone, slipping some advices here and there like a real mentor. You sighed, clearly exasperated by his little show.

“Hansen! Glad to see you there!” He held out his hand and Lloyd shook it firmly, answering with a simple. “Y/L/N.”.

No Sir, no deference, Lloyd did not seem impressed by his little show either. If your father saw it, he did not act like it and finally turned towards you.

“Glad to see you managed to leave your lost causes for a while to be there…even late.”

No hello, no happy to see you. Typical. Well, two could play that game.

“It’s not for everyone to work with criminals, Father.”

“It’s not for everyone to have higher ambitions, dear.” His patronizing tone made you sigh. “You should follow his path.” He added, pointing to Lloyd. “This man could teach you a few lessons.”

You frowned at his words and sat back down on your chair; defeated, hurt and furious. He ruined it. He ruined everything. This place where you were having a good time suddenly became a place to run away from. You strongly wanted to be back home and in your bed.

“This thing is boring.” Lloyd snorted as he sat back down next to you. “I’ll tell you what, Cupcake”. He lightly pinched your cheek to get your attention. “The hotel where I’m staying has a pretty good chef who makes the most amazing desserts. Maybe we could enjoy them together.”

You watched him doubtfully. “I don’t know Lloyd. It’s nice but I’m pretty tired…”

“Come on, Cupcake.” He cajoled you. “Aren’t you up for some sweet treat? You, me and some exquisite chocolate mousse. For old time’s sake.”

He clearly knew how to tempt you. You really needed this sweet boost and the idea to spend some time in his company was truly enticing. It was also very clear that his proposal was not innocent but some little excitement in your life could not be that bad.

“All right, let’s go.”

He leaned on you to kiss your cheek – rather the corner of your mouth. “Good girl.”

For the second time this evening, a pleasant shiver ran down your spine and you felt your cheeks warm up once again. It was just a kiss!

You cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment. “Do you mind if I use the ladies’ room before we go?”

“Be my guest.”

You gave him a small smile, put your shoulder bag on and stoop up swiftly to make your way towards the restroom.

The place was deserted but it was not surprising in the middle of dinner time. You were about to get into a bathroom stall when someone pushed you against the nearest wall and a pair of lips attacked yours. You tried to free yourself from your assailant when you felt something hairy tickle your upper lip. Lloyd. The said person glided his tongue against your lips and you gladly granted him access as you gripped his shirt. The kiss was wild and savage, there was no gentleness and you liked that.

Soon, too soon, the need to breathe got strong and your lips had to get separated.

“I couldn’t wait any longer”. Lloyd’s breathed against your mouth.

“I’m not complaining”. You breathed back and closed your eyes in bliss as Lloyd sucked your neck while his hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs. He hooked one of your legs on his waist and your nails sank in the flesh of his neck, pushing him further against yours. He groaned and bit your skin in response. You let out a wispy moan. Your hips were starting to oscillate against his and he was too eager to reciprocate, making him you feel how hard he was in the process.

In the back of your mind, you heard the hinges of the door cringe and soft feminine giggles. You did not care. If anything, it riled you even more. He could take you right there while everybody was watching and you would not care one bit. There was nothing that could put an end to this. Except the ringing of his phone.

Lloyd grumbled and tore himself away from you. He fumbled in the pocket of his pants and extirpated the smart phone.

“Give me a minute.” He told the caller sharply.

You looked at each other, breathless and turned on. Lloyd winked at you. “I need to take this.” He stroked your swollen lips with his thumb. “I’ll meet you at the entrance hall, okay?”

You simply nodded, too stunned to find your voice. Lloyd nodded back and left. You heard his cold “What do you want?” before the door closed after him.

Flustered, you went into the bathroom stall to relieve yourself, washed your hands, fixed your dress and make up before walking out.

The welcoming committee was not here anymore, they were probably enjoying the festivities. You rummaged in your purse to check the time on your phone. 9:30 PM. It was not that late and yet, you felt as if it was midnight after the evening you just had.

You waited patiently and kept checking your phone again, and again, and again…

Fifteen minutes later and still no Lloyd in sight. You could not spot anyone or anything outside so you went back to the banquet hall.

You spotted Lloyd who was in a deep discussion with another man you couldn’t put a name on. The guy had a cocky and overconfident posture but Lloyd did not look like he was impressed, quite the contrary. You were approaching them slowly when something the man said made you stop in your tracks.

“I didn’t know you were hitting that, Hansen. I mean, I thought you were over the desperate ugly chick kink. Looks like you hit the jackpot with her though…and a fat one on top of that!”

You waited for Lloyd’s answer with belated breath. “Jealous? You should try them sometimes, gives you more meat to eat.” He sneered.

“Please, Hansen! We all know you are doing this to get to the father like you used to do when we were in college. I don’t understand why you keep up with this little charade though. I heard you were quite successful, no need to make yourself suffer anymore.”

You closed your eyes, ashamed and humiliated.

“Mind your own business, Cooper.”

Cooper did not appear to be done though. “Ah so there is something else going on. Tell me…”

You did not bother listening to the rest of the conversation and left the room very calmly as not to draw attention to yourself. You managed to keep this even pace until you were back in the hall then you rushed outside, only stopping when you reached the gate.

Your breath was erratic and you were shaking, the chill weather of this spring night hitting you for the first time. Your vision was blurred due to the tears that had started to well in your eyes. NO. You thought, wiping them away furiously before they could roll down your cheeks. You would not cry. Lloyd Hansen was not worth your tears. Your father was not worth your tears. This fucking name was not worth your tears.

Ragefully, you tore the sticker from your chest and wrinkled it before throwing it on the floor.

Taking deep breaths to calm yourself, you rummaged in your purse once again to retrieve your phone and open the Uber application. Time to go back home and forget everything in front of a sitcom on Netflix while eating some chocolate or ice-cream. Probably both. You would enjoy your sweet treats after all, even alone.

“Bailing on me, Cupcake?” Lost in your own torment of emotions, you had not heard Lloyd coming after you. Your whole body went rigid when he put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around abruptly and took a few steps back. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m tired. I’m going back home. But I’m not worried for you, I’m certain you will find another desperate ugly fat chick quickly.” You spat.

Lloyd tilted his head on the side and a smile stretched his lips. “Oh Cupcake, it’s not like you to eavesdrop on people.” He tutted. “Besides, those were his words, not mine. Made him regret saying them by the way.”

He clenched his right fist and you noticed his bruised knuckles.

“Doesn’t change the fact you agreed with him.”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Desperate ugly chicks will give you everything you want because they know beggars can’t be choosers but you Cupcake, oh you…” He tapped the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. You grimaced. “You don’t beg and you are not desperate. You give and ask for nothing in return. You were always so nice with me, always listening to me, helping me. Hell, I think you would have licked my wounds if I had asked you. I never thought someone like you could exist, I was fascinated by this, by you.”

You rolled your eyes and took another step back. “More fascinated by my father, if you ask me.”

Lloyd chuckled. “Your father was a nice bonus but I did not truly know who he was before I met you so you can’t put this on me. Now...”

“But now you want me to put in a good word for you.” You cut him off harshly. “In case you haven’t noticed, my father and I are not on speaking terms. Find someone else.”

He smiled but an evil glint appeared in his eyes. You shuddered. “Oh, my sweet Cupcake, you haven’t figured it out yet?” His fingers played with the fabric of your short sleeve. “Your father asked you to come because I ordered him to.”

“What?” You whispered incredulously, clutching your phone against your chest. You tried to step back but his strong grip on your sleeve made the fabric crack so you gave up and glared at him instead. “What nonsense is this?”

“It’s not nonsensical at all, Cupcake.” He winked and kept playing with your sleeve. “In my line of work, I got to meet your father several times and I also got to find out all the non-so perfect things he was tangled into. He asked for my help many times and I did help but I’m not you like you, Cupcake. I can be a giver but I take in return. I asked for you.” He concluded with a smile.

A laugh fell out from your mouth at that. “You do know we are not in the Middles Ages, right? My father can’t sell me to some man like cattle to pay his debts.”

“Who said anything about selling? All I’m asking is for you to come with me tonight. We’ll see where we go from here.” His hand let go of your sleeve to caress your arm.

You recoiled from him as if you had been burnt. “Don’t touch me.” He gripped your arm this time and you gasped from the pain, dropping your phone on the floor. “I said don’t touch me or I’ll…”

“You’ll…what? You’ll scream?” He sneered. “And what? You’re gonna tell them I assaulted you when they rush here. Who’s gonna believe you? Huh?” He shook you by the arm and you tried to escape his grip again but to no avail. “We’ve been flirting all night and the rumor that we were caught nearly fucking in the ladies’ room has already spread. You’re the slut of the night, Cupcake.”

You glared at him once again, utterly disgusted. Then it hit you. How come you had not seen it before? Lloyd hadn’t changed, he had always been like this and chose not to show it to you until now because you refused to please him, like you always did. “You’re sick.”

An evil smirk curled his lips. “Didn’t seem to bother you when my tongue was down your throat or when you were rubbing against my dick like a cat in heat.”

He pulled you against him, imprisoning your arms against his hard chest and tilted your chin up with his other hand so you would look at him. “Now you’ve got two choices. You come with me, we have some fun and your father gets to keep his perfect public face or your refuse and I’ll expose his scams. Believe me, they’re numerous.”

You sniffed disdainfully. “If you think for a second, I care about my father’s successful career or my mother’s for that matter, you’re clearly mistaken. Let them be ruined.”

“Oh, but you are forgetting one very important thing, Cupcake.” He stroked your chin. “You are all sharing the same name. You, above anyone else, should know the importance of it. Your career will be ruined too.” He concluded with a sardonic smile.

“Think about it: no more family cases, no more helping those in need…what will they do without you?”

Horrified, you closed your eyes to try and escape the reality of the situation, his mocking smile, his taunting voice. This fucking name. A curse more than anything else, a burden that hard ruined your whole life and kept doing it. Devoid of any choice once again all because of a man. There was no chance to escape from it. You couldn’t contain the tears of rage and frustration that rolled down your cheeks this time. You fell Lloyd’s lips against your skin, kissing the tears away in a tender but mocking gesture. Then, he embraced you and made you sway with him gently.

“What do you say, Cupcake? Up for some sweet treat with your very good friend?”

You nodded against his chest, too defeated and enraged to speak.

“That’s my girl”. He purred, kissing your forehead. “I knew you would take the right decision, always trying to please me. You are my perfect little wound licker. Too perfect to let you slip away from me once again. You are mine now and I will never let you go.”

Tagging: @naaladareia​ (Thanks for the support love)

[paperweight91]

Okay here is random thought that popped up in my head and it might fit a little the The Other Side Of Tomorrow universe if you want to but it doesn’t necessarily need to.

You are Lloyds assistant for a few year now. The only one that didn’t run away after a few months and he keeps you and is just not as awful as he is with the others (he still is awful, he is Lloyd) because you do such a great job! You somehow developed this crush on him and starts calling him Lloyd in your head. One day you are in his office, getting instructions for the next day as it is awfully late again. He just expect you to do overtime and you have no choice as to do so if you wanna keep the job. So he asks you in the end if everything is understood. And you answer. But not the usual “Yes sir” or “yes Mr Hansen”. Instead you say “Yes Lloyd”.

How does he react?

Toeing the Line

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C:1822

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mean!lloyd hansen, slight dub/con 18+ minors DNI!

A/N: oooookay this was supposed to be a short little thing, but apparently drabble is not in my wheelhouse yet. Thank you for this great request I had sooo much fun with it and I really hope you enjoy lovely ❤️ feedback and reblogs are humbly requested!!!

“Okay sweetcheeks, you got everything that I need for tomorrow?” Lloyd didn’t even look at you. He was busy sorting through paperwork that he needed to sign. The muscles in his arms bulged as he sifted through the pages. You could see the strain on his tight black t-shirt. He seemd extra stressed lately. You knew things had been weird in the office.

You had become infatuated with the man so easily. His authoritative attitude had commanded your attention from the moment you met him. You were normally someone who was in charge, and easily got your way, but not with Lloyd.

And so what if you had started calling him by his first name. It was just to yourself. A harmless crush on your boss. Nothing more, nothing less. You were nothing if not profrssional.

You were pulled from your internal drooling over Lloyd by him clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, is your work too much today? I thought you were actually capable.”

Warmth flooded your face at his remark, “I’m sorry Lloyd, I just got a little side tracked making my mental list of tasks, it won’t happen again.”

The moustachioed man smirked at your faux pas. You still hadn’t caught on to your mistake, growing nervous at his delighted expression. “Hmmm didn’t know we were on a first name basis cupcake.”

You blanched. Shaking your head, you mentally went over everything you had said to him. Your mouth fell open as you realized you had in fact said his first name. “Oh God I’m- I’m so sorry sir. I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries. That’s just what I-“ you cut yourself off. There is no way you could tell him that little piece of information. He’d never let you live it down. By the look on his face, you already were in for more trouble then you bargained for.

“‘That’s just what you’ what? Sugar plum, come on. Tell the truth.” His eyes narrowed and his lips curled in a sinister grin. You had seen Lloyd threaten enough people to know when you were on the receiving end of it. He stood to his full height behind his desk, his eyes never leaving yours as he walked around to the other side where you were standing. He pointed to one of the chairs, and you scrambled to sit lest you piss him off further.

“I’m sorry,” you covered your face with your hands, tears springing into your eyes. In moments like these you only wish you weren’t such a terrible liar. “It’s what I call you in my head.” You mumbled the words, hoping they were loud enough for him to hear, but also hoping he completely misunderstood you.

“You what? I didn’t catch that, gonna have to speak up pussy cat.” His rough hands pulled yours away from your face. Putting both of yours into one of his, he placed a single finger under your chin. “You look me in the eye and you tell me the truth.”

When you finally dragged your eyes away from staring at the floor to reach his face, you saw mirth dancing in his eyes and his signature smirk on his plump lips. You licked your own, before shaking your head slightly. “I said, ‘it’s what I call you in my head.’” You were proud for a moment of how clear and strong your voice came out. That was until you took in Lloyd’s expression. His face took on a look that scared you. One that you had never seen before. He looked like a predator that had finally cornered his prey.

“And why, oh why, would you call me that in your head.”

You blinked up at him. Trying to assess what he had already guessed. At this point it looked like Lloyd was well past done with you. Behind his taunts and jabs, you thought you saw real anger in his face. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. Here goes nothing. “I, well I seem to have developed a bit of a crush on you.” You let your breath out through your teeth.

You heard Lloyd tsk, and he let go of your hands and jaw. He walked around your chair and stood behind you, his large hands dropping to your shoulders. “Poor little lamb, has a crush on the big bad wolf.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He leaned down so his mouth was even with your ear, and you shivered as his breath fanned across your neck. He smirked at your reaction and let his hands rub up and down your shoulders. “Now what am I to do with such a poor little thing?”

You gulped, not actually sure if he was looking for an answer. Knowing Lloyd, even if he wasn’t he always expected some kind of response. You wracked your brains trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to hear. The silence of the room seemed to fill your brain. His touches were intoxicating, making you slower to process. Lloyd tsk’d again, growing impatient with your silence. “I don’t, I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You could feel the tears stinging your eyes. This was not at all how tonight was supposed to go.

Lloyds hands stopped as he reached your exposed collarbone beneath your blouse. Lightly tapping the spot. He was thinking, you could tell. Suddenly he removed his hands from you and stood again. He clapped them together, from his reaction you knew he had a brilliant idea. “This. Is. Perfect.” He circled back around to his seat behind the desk, gracefully resuming his prior position.

His joyful proclamation only set you on edge more. “It is?” You asked as you wriggled in your seat. Having him so close just a few moment before had left you yearning for more.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ as he spoke. “You like your job?”

You nodded, not quite sure where he was going with this. “And you're always so eager to please…” he trailed off and waggled his eyebrows. You sat there not quite getting what he was alluding to. He rolled his eyes, “Get up and come over here.”

He held his hand out to you as you hesitantly walked around his desk. “I think we’ll be adding a few lines to your job description honey pie.” He spread his thighs and glanced to the floor between them. You followed his gaze dumbstruck. Was he saying…?

Lloyd huffed when you didn’t move fast enough, “I can keep your secret pumpkin, I’m just going to need a little…persuasion.”

Heat returned to your body, shooting through you from your face to your core. Without thought you dropped to your knees between his thighs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you slowly dragged your hands from his knees to his hips to undo his belt. “Now, now pussy cat, don’t be a tease.”

Nodding you hastened your movements to undo his belt and pants, while also trying to rub your thighs together to get yourself some much needed friction. You eagerly pulled his stiff length from beneath his trousers, because of course Lloyd went commando. You could feel yourself drooling already as you admired his length and girth, he was much bigger than any man you had been with before. Lloyds words fresh in your mind you stroked from the base to the tip twice before guiding him into your mouth, careful to keep your teeth covered.

“Ahhh I knew you took direction well.” He sighed as he resumed going through his paperwork. He crowded you back until you were fully underneath his desk. “Better make sure I come before I get the last signature down princess, or your not going to like the consequences.” His voice took on a sinister note that had you pausing briefly before continuing your task with vigour.

He was so large you couldn’t take all of him, so you employed both your hands to take care of the rest of him. As you sucked and bobbed on his cock, your right hand pumped at the inches you couldn’t swallow. Your left hand came up to roll his balls. You heard him suck in a breath above you, and his hips canted up. Sensing his approval you kept up your motions. Knowing you wouldn’t have long until he finished signing all of the pages on his desk.

His left hand dropped from its previous task to pull your hands free, and then knotted in your hair. You looked up at him through your lashes to see him glance down and wink at you. That was all the warning you had before he was using your mouth like a toy. His hips jerked up with each thrust causing the wheels of his office chair to squeak with the movement. You felt the tears gather in your eyes as he forced himself further down your throat. You struggled to tamp down your gag reflex.

He groaned as he looked down at you again. “That’s it. Take it. This mouth is so good, I can’t wait to see if your cunts any better.” You moaned at the thought of Lloyd fucking your drooling pussy, rather than your mouth. “I knew you’d like that.” He grunted. By his movements you could tell he was getting close. You focused on your task, eager to gain your bosses approval in yet another area. You felt his cock swell slightly in your mouth before his orgasm exploded down your throat. He was panting and had a slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Well pussy cat. I think we’re done for tonight. I expect my coffee and dry cleaning first thing in the morning.” He looked down at you and made a shooing motion. You scrambled back to your feet. Hopping from foot to foot in your arousal. “Was there something else?” He said dully.

You shook your head and straightened your clothes. “N-no sir. I’ll make sure everything is perfect in the morning.” You gathered your items, and readied yourself to leave his office, saddened by his quick dismissal. You were stopped at the door by him calling your name, and you turned around, unable to look him in the eye.

“Make sure there’s no panties under your skirt tomorrow, I better have easy access.” You nodded. “And when it’s just you and me, you can call me Lloyd.”

Your gaze shot to his, unable to hide your hopeful expression. As your eyes met, what could only be described as a smile crossed his lips. You ducked your head before responding, “I’ll be thinking of you all night Lloyd.” You swept from his office and heard his muffled groan from the other side before you got too far. Deciding you needed to make an extra stop on the way home, none of your toys could ever prepare you for Lloyd Hansen.

[shininglikeyoursmile]

My favourite melody

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 500

Summary : Lloyd realises how far he'd fallen for you and he doesn't wish to stop it anytime soon maybe never.(This is from his pov)

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌, feels ,🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. I just love him 🥹🥹🥹

There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lloyd POV:

I used to think the world revolved around me until she came storming in my life ,and for once I wasn't complaining.

The realisation hit me after a while, that my world revolved around her. She sets my soul on fire and the warmth soothes the very reason of my being. I don't want the fire to ever be put out because it makes me feel alive. I trace my fingertips along her cheek and it's more than enough that she's in my arms . More than anything it's enough for me, for a lifetime but maybe I am greedy and I want her for eternity. Her sleeping form moves closer to seek more of my warmth and my heart feels like it can burst out of my chest at the next second but instead it beats so hard that it makes a melody which my ears only hear. I love her and God, I love her. "I've never asked for anything, Cupcake. But for you," he leans down and his lips dance along your forehead "for you I will beg to God." . He lets the words hang in the air. It's like a warm blanket settled over his cold heart. A heart he used to think which can't love. But then there are you making him feel every single thing. His hand seetles on your waist and he pulls you closer and you let out a sigh of contentment. His words from earlier echo in his head and he feels the reality of how far he has fallen for you. His Cupcake. He tilts your chin to get a better look at your sleeping face. My sunshine " he whispers and his lips brush along your jaw . His gaze moves to your close eyes and he thinks, the colour of your eyes is his favourite and he makes a promise to himself to keep it like that till his last breath and for eternity if that's what is waiting for you both. "I want you in a way I can't explain Sunshine. But let me try to explain it"he sighs and his lips turn in a grin"If someone asked me to choose between the world and you, and I had two chances , i will choose you twice so the world better know you are mine and I am yours' ' . The evening is turning colder ,he notices as he gazes at the window . "I will choose your warmth if everything I've achieved is winter "he continues ,"I need you more than air ."

"Lloyd " your sleepy voice makes his eyes meet yours "yeah, sunshine?" He replies with a smile. "I am sleepy" you say in a baby-like tone and he smiles, genuinely smiles. A type of smile which makes his eyes twinkle in the dark night. "And nothing is stopping you from sleeping more " he says in a soft tone and then you are back to sleep. It's like his presence has that calming effect on your soul which makes you fall asleep easily and moreover fall in love with him. He pulls up the warm blanket more til it's touching your chin and that's the last thing you both remember when the deep slumber of sleep pulls you in a sea of dreams. And for the nth time he isn't complaining.

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Aggghh my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[holylulusworld]

The Peach

Summary: You love his peach.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: fluff, injuries, implied smut, the reader is obsessed with Lloyd's peach

@buckys-wintersoldier I did it...🍑

🍑 A peach. A perfectly formed, firm, and juicy peach.

How dare he show off his perfect peach and expect you not to give in to your needs.

Lloyd is currently waltzing around the kitchen in nothing but his too-tight boxers. He sticks his perfect peach out, presenting it on a silver plate for you.

“Hmm…where is the Black Ivory coffee, cupcake?” He grumbles while opening one of the cupboards. “I know we had some left.”

You’re staring at his ass, licking your lips while Lloyd keeps on talking about his expensive coffee roast.

Your hands itch to touch and grope his perfect peach. It’s impossible to resist. You sneak toward Lloyd, hands reaching out to grope him but then, you lift your hand to slap his right cheek.

“What the—” He yelps, dropping the cup in his hand. It shatters into pieces, but he doesn’t care. Lloyd looks over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “Uh-what was that, cupcake? What has gotten into you?”

You giggle and point at his cheeks. “I only wanted to test the peach. It looked firm and juicy, but I had to be sure, Lloyd.” Smiling sweetly, you look at Lloyd. “It’s a nice peach.”

His eyes roam your body. He hums and licks his lips, considering your words. Lloyd wrinkles his forehead for a second, debating whether to punish you for your cockiness or not.

Instead of spanking your ass, he grins and decides to show off his ass more often. If his peach can bring out the naughty side you’re hiding so well, he’ll do anything to tempt you more often.

Two hours later you walk in on Lloyd zipping his pants up. Very tight white pants. He bends down to pick his belt up from the ground, sticking his peach out once again.

“Fuck,” you whine, feeling the itch return. Your hands move on their own. Before you can stop yourself, you slap both cheeks with your hands, earning a yelp.

“CUPCAKE!”

This time Lloyd turns around to yell at you. He raises his index finger, nostrils flaring until he hears your soft giggles and the genuine smile on your kissable lips. “Cupcake, I start believing you’re doing this on purpose.”

“I only wanted to grab your peach again,” you giggle and shift from one foot to the other. Lloyd’s ass is just too good to ignore. “I like touching it.”

“You’re a bad girl,” he purrs and grabs your face with both hands. Lloyd kisses you greedily, moaning into your mouth. “Next time, I’ll restrain you to our bed.

You pant heavily when he stops kissing you. Puckering your lips you look up at Lloyd.

“Promised?”

“You little peach slapper,” he growls and walks you toward the bed. “I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls.”

You eagerly wrap your arms around his neck. Giggling and laughing because you feel Lloyd’s erection press against your thigh. “Let me make it up to you, Lloyd.”

“Oh, you will make it up to me,” he grins. “All night long, peach grabber…”

“Baby, you’re back!” You chirp watching Lloyd walk inside your shared home. He limps a little and you wonder what happened. Lloyd never talks about his job and you stopped asking questions a long time ago. “What happened?”

You follow Lloyd hot on his heels. He stops in his tracks, causing you to almost bump into his back. You smirk and lift your hand to slap his cheek.

“I got shot in the ass, cupcake,” he curses. You stop your hand midair, whimpering. Your hand trembles because the need to slap Lloyd’s ass is so strong.

“Let me get you some ice,” you babble because you don’t know if Lloyd got hurt badly. “How bad is it?”

“I’ll live,” he grumbles and walks away. Lloyd’s mood is the worst when he stops in his tracks and turns around. His expression is unreadable as he looks at you.

“Do you need painkillers? Maybe a fluffy pillow?” You ask, worried about his well-being. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

Lloyd furrows his brows. How can he tell you that he’s not mad because he got shot in the ass? He simply loves when you slap his ass, and hear your soft giggles. Lloyd loves to see the joy when you succeed.

“Your peach didn’t get damaged forever, right?” You wring your hands. “Lloyd?”

“I got tranquilized in the butt,” he huffs. “It hurts but won’t leave permanent damage. My peach will be fine.”

Lloyd turns back around to walk toward the bathroom. He wants a shower, and to sleep this shitty day off. While he slowly limps upstairs, you silently follow him. He huffs while walking inside the bedroom.

“Do you need my help?” You softly say when he starts to strip his clothes off. Lloyd shakes his head but hisses when he shoves his pants and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them.

You gasp seeing his cheek swollen and reddened. “How dare someone shoot your perfect peach.”

“They have no shame, cupcake,” he grunts and walks inside the bathroom. Lloyd stands under the spray, waiting for the warm water to soothe the pain in his ass.

You hastily undress to help Lloyd. You grab your soft sponge and step under the spray. “Let me help you,” you softly say while moving your sponge over his back. “I’ll make it all better.”

“Cupcake,” he murmurs feeling your hand gently run over his cheek. “You’ve got healing hands.” You giggle at his words. “If my ass is better, it’s waiting for you to slap it again…”

Part 2

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒍𝒖𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!lloyd hansens x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — well Lloyd is a pornstar

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, degrading, belly bulge, choking, dirty talk, lloyd hansen (mean!lloyd)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — you know these perfume things you spray on to test how it smells? Well this is one and you gotta tell me of you want more or not! reblog and comment!!! I no longer have a taglist, follow @sstanhoe-updates for updates! @georgiapeach30513

You clawed the white bed sheets, deep moans leaving your mouth. Pure ecstasy pouring through your body.

Eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your brain had stopped functioning minutes ago, you thought, you didn’t know how much time went by.

The bed shook at the harsh movements of Lloyd Hansen. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you from behind. Strands of his hair were falling down, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead.

"God your filthy cunt feels like heaven, how can you still be this tight? My fat fucking you everyday and still tight as a virgin. Maybe I should have you sit on my cock all day…" Lloyd's voice rang through your ears, his words making you clench around his dick.

"Oh, you like this you little slut. Yeah whores like you would love to sit on daddy's cock all day," he landed a harsh slap on your coral red shaded ass.

His thrusts became harder as he took a fistful of your hair pulling your head up. A strained sound left your lips.

Lloyd saw the stars in your eyes when he hit your g-spot. With a devilish grin he pulled you up at your hair. Pressing you against his chest his hand moved around your throat, squeezing lightly. "It seems I fucked this little slut dumb…are you my dumb, fucked our little slut?"

When you didn’t answer him right away Lloyd squeezed your throat tighter, cutting off your airway. "Answer me little whore or you will choke on my cock until you can't breathe!"

"Yes, yes! I'm your dumb little slut, I'm fucked out," you shouted.

The man's other hand held you around your waist, he could feel the tip of his cock on the outside of your belly.

"Little belly bulge. Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Will feel me in your guts for days." by now you should have known he wanted an answer and a part of you did know but you couldn’t form one straight thought.

A slap against your cheek pulled you from dreamland.

"What do I do with a stupid slut like you huh? Daddy asked you a question and you're too dumb to answer it," he said mockingly with a fake pout on his face.

"Ye…ye…yes, d– dadd– daddy," your release neared and the knot was forming in your stomach.

"What a slut, you get off on me shit talking you. I can feel you're close," his thumb reached down to your clit rubbing it.

He continued whispering in your eat what a slut you were, what a whore you were for letting a man manhandle you like that. "Cum, cum for daddy."

He bit in your earlobe as your orgasm cursed through you. Toes curling, eyes rolling back and hands clenching against Lloyd's strong arm

"Cut!" yelled a voice from the off. Your head snapped up, still having the dazed look on your face. "Oh, come on man! Not fair, I didn’t even get to cum!" Lloyd teased the director who sat behind the cameras.

He laughed and shook his head, "sorry but the video name isn't Lloyd Hansen fucking her and cumming on her face." Of course Lloyd understood. Most of the time he had a session after but since meeting you that changed a bit.

"Let's go cupcake, we gotta get you cleaned up...though I'm not sure if sluts like you even want to be cleaned."

[stargirlfics]

Pretty When You Cry

Lloyd Hansen x Black Reader

Summary: He’s sick, he’s mean, he’s cruel and he’s all yours too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, daddy kink, degradation and mocking, lloyd is a bit mean in this, smut: doggystyle, rough sex, fishhooking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, use of “daddy”, brief creampie mention, general filthiness

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: Dedicated to @hansensgirl!!! A bit of a belated birthday gift for you Sab angel! Your works and love for Lloyd helped inspire me to write this so thank you! Lub you! 🖤

Lloyd Hansen had you wrapped around his pinkie a little more than you wanted to admit but god did you love it. 

He was a bad man, as sick and twisted as they come and none of his mean nature was tempered for you, especially not when he knew just how wet you got for his harsh hands and even harsher tongue.

Your body yielded to him so much faster now than it did at the start when you held more annoyance and contempt towards him than the molten desire causing the slick between your thighs now. The best part was that you were his, his pretty little star. 

It’s precisely what he loved about you, that despite the bambi eyes and tear stained cheeks, you wanted him, craved him, by all accounts needed him. 

That’s how your current circumstances came to be; your face flush against the silky gray sheets, your ass high in the air, and Lloyd thrusting into you from behind. There was no mistaking your high whines and moans, how they all sounded like incoherent babbles but Lloyd knew you best, good enough to make out the pleas for more, for “harder” and “please” and his personal favorite…”daddy” amongst the tangle of sounds.

“Ah, but I’m already in your tummy, sunshine. I don’t know if you can take my hardest, I don’t think you’re up to it.” 

It was precisely his mocking that got you here in the first place.

Earlier, the pout on your face when Lloyd had teased you about being “such a goddamn slut” for when he was being mean, effectively calling you out and making your cheeks burn. You refused to admit he was right, denying his accusation up and down. 

Oh, how you should have known it would only fuel his antics. The devilish smirk that graced his features as he chuckled and steadily backed you into a corner made the heat swirl in your core, protests to his continued teasing harder to come up with. 

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart, I don’t like little girls who lie.” 

You tried so very hard to stop the needy whimper from tumbling past your lips but he heard it, Lloyd never missed a thing and you realized you had nowhere to run, your back pressed uncomfortably against the wall and his broad shoulders the only thing you could see in front of you. 

It made you feel so helpless, heat prickling your thighs at the anticipation of it all. How easy it was for him to bring it out in you, the itch that made you so desperate for him and whatever he was gracious enough to give you. 

In the end, you always let him pull you under, always surrendering to the fact that yes, your man, sick and cruel and mean, knew best. 

“N-no, please, daddy. I can take it, I can! Please give me more,” you whined, turning your head a little more to look back at him. 

It was a sight that made you flutter around him, Lloyd and his toned arms on display. His forearms tense with the way he held onto your hips firm enough to hurt just the way you liked. 

But just to toy with you, he slowed his pace down, still pushing in deep to nudge against the deepest parts of you only agonizingly slow, pinching your skin when you start to push back against him. 

“Those are big words for you, cupcake. Does your stupid little slut brain really understand what you’re asking for?” his grip loosened from your hip to slide up your back, finding its place at the back of your neck where he tugged you up onto your hands. 

You whined at his words, your center pulsing at the way he dumbed you down, how easy it was for him and then you, left scrambling to answer, trying to think while every thick inch of him was buried inside you. 

All you managed to get out were breathy pleases, your brain cloudy with utter need, all your energy spent trying to keep from fucking yourself back on his length.

Lloyd’s dark, amused chuckle made your spine tingle, “Oh, I love it when you get this desperate to be fucked, it’s so cute seeing you forget that your pussy just can’t handle that. But if that’s what you want so bad…”

There were all but a few seconds to register his words before he was pulling back and pushing back in roughly, your back arching with the force, hands fisting the sheets below you. 

He felt incredible, every thrust sent searing heat throughout your body, your limbs turning boneless by the second as he handled you how he wanted, pounding into your pussy at that angle that made you breathless and pliant to his whim. 

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy, thank you,” your moans collided with the harsh slap of his hips meeting your ass. 

“And she still knows her manners, I trained you well, huh? Good girl.” Lloyd’s voice startled you now that it was at the shell of your ear, his pace unwavering even as he was leaning over you now.

The reward for your good manners had you reeling, two of his skilled fingers hooked against the inside of your cheek, pulling your head to the side so you could watch how he was taking you apart, your position from head to toe, exactly where he wanted it to be. 

It was exactly what you had wanted, filled up, fucked rough, made to cum as many times as Lloyd wanted or allowed, a complete mess by the end of it all. 

Your moans only seemed to climb higher, tears starting to well under your fluttering lashes at the flood of pleasure, almost too much, almost bordering on the edge of pain. The fact that your arms had finally given out underneath you wasn’t the least bit an issue for Lloyd, his free hand returning to grip the back of your neck, keeping you upright, using the hold as leverage to rut into you just a little harder. 

“Mm, that’s it, there she is,” he grunted lowly when he felt your body sink into his grip, impressed with how well you were doing so far but not mistaking the signs of your exhaustion and impending climax.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, always paying special attention to all those little details, the shifts in your breathing, the pitch to your moans that always told him when you were getting close, the tension in your limbs, and most importantly, the look in your eyes the longer he pounded into your soaked hole. 

How doe-like they were, especially when the tears started, exactly as they were now. 

“Fuck! It’s t-too much, daddy, oh god,” you brokenly sob out against his fingers still in your mouth, the words thick, slow as they make their way out. 

Lloyd tsks at you, forcing your body back, bottoming out deep with every thrust. 

“Aww poor thing. But that’s what you wanted isn’t it, sunshine, wanted daddy to fuck your guts out, right? Are you asking me to stop?” his tone was as condescendingly sweet as it gets, his words making your vision a touch bleary with unshed tears. 

If he stopped right now it would shatter you, that much you were sure of. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to keep going because that perfect release was almost within reach.

“No, no please don’t stop! Just feels so good, I-” whatever words you were going to say died in your throat once Lloyd propped a foot up on the bed, the new angle allowing him more leverage, and your back deepened to an even meaner arch. 

Obscene moans and whines turned into near screams as he fucked you good, his thrusts controlled and steady, keeping himself deep with every drag against your walls, cursing under his breath at how you clenched around him, how drippy and soft your walls felt, and the sight of you too, your puffy lips swallowing his length again and again. It made him throb. 

The white hot edges of your orgasm began to creep up your spine, the tears welled in your eyes now fallen past your lashes, streaked across your cheeks that were smeared with your spit as Lloyd took his fingers from your mouth to snake around your front, finding your sensitive clit with ease. 

“Fuckin look at you, such a mess, so goddamn pretty crying on my dick. That’s my girl.” 

You couldn’t turn your eyes away from him as hard as maintaining eye contact was, you knew how much he liked seeing you this wrecked for him and the intensity of his gaze, of his body language was what kept you focused, a lifeline as you began to fall apart around him. 

“Daddy!” you sobbed, and more tears cascade down your cheeks, dripping onto the sheets below you. 

Sharp gasps filled in the gaps of your loud cries as you felt his heavy balls slap against your core, his fingers still rubbing your clit, the combination making you shudder and squirm. 

“I know, sweetheart. I can feel you coming, yeah that’s it, cry harder,” Lloyd encouraged you, cooing in your ear, that mean edge still in his voice, the very thing that made you obey, more sobs leeched from you as you creamed on his length. 

You were shaky and fucked out of your mind by the time your orgasm subsided but that didn’t mean any of this was over, no by all means it had just begun, his pace slowing for a moment as he decided what position to place you in next. 

It was both a blessing and a curse to be with a man who had such stamina and control, that was meticulous and insane enough to spend hours teasing you, fucking you senseless, pumped full of his cum and your limbs sore and screaming by the time he decided you had enough. 

Who could blame him though? You were just so utterly gorgeous when he made a mess of you and it only made him hard to see you crying those pretty little tears.  

You craved him, wanted him to surround you, crawl into your skin and never leave, fill you full of pleasure every hour of the day, even when he was being the cruel man he was through and through. 

Lloyd Hansen was a bad man, the kind of bad that made for a deliciously sadistic lover, all yours to have, and as long as that was so, you’d shed all your tears for him.

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A/N: I want him to do so many terrible things to me it’s not even funny, like if he’s so bad why is he so hot?! I hope this was a good read and hope that the way I wrote him feels and sounds like him! 

Thanks for reading and please reblog and comment, I wanna hear what you thought! 

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[shininglikeyoursmile]

Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 3 All of the time

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 2 wishing the dandelions

Word count: around 550

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, soft! Lloyd 🥺🥺🥺Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

Tags : @cutedisneygrl ❤️

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It's a week and two days after the incident at the Cafe , you are strolling in the streets with your thoughts and music . The headset blocks off the outer world or rather lets you see it through your eyes when you don't need to think much . You suddenly collide with somebody and stumble backwards.

Taking off your headset you apologise and look up at the stranger ,"sorry I wasn't paying attention " you meekly reply . The man gives a soft smile and shrugs ,"No worries cupcake " comes his soft voice and you find yourself melting. You nod and smile back a little ."But you gotta do something for me and it will compensate for the damage" he grins and gestures at the ground.

There are flowers scattered on the ground, he had bought a bouquet for someone and now it's ruined. "It's for someone special, would it be okay if you help me to pick the flowers for the bouquet?" he asks with a curious look. "I guess I can do that, " you reply with a smile .

He runs his fingers through his hair although his fashion taste in facial hair is a little different but it suits him , only few people can pull it off and this man does it well, so well. He gestures for you to move before him and the little gesture makes blood rush to your cheeks .

The bouquet store seems fashionably expensive, but hey you are not here to buy , you are here to help the man . An old woman comes up behind the counter and asks what she could do for you. You glance at your company, and he offers his hand which you take a little nervously. He guides you to the place where the flowers are .

His touch is soft, his hand fits in yours and he's handsome you can't deny that. "So which one, petite lune?" He says and the term of endearment is like honey on your tongue which makes butterflies dance in your tummy, even though you don't know its meaning. You point to different flowers , two or three from each group of them . Jasmine, roses , lilies , and many more , some of them and you have never seen them , they smell really good too. The old lady soon makes a bouquet of your choice and it's beautiful. You take it from her and inhale softly, the scent is refreshing and it makes you feel like you are standing in a garden.

"It's beautiful! " you exclaim to no one in particular. "You like it ?" he asks with a sparkly gaze . "I love it! " you say cheerily. "Just let me pay for them and I'll be right back ! "he smiles and goes to the door which leads to the Counter . You nod and look around the shop .

Lloyd, he told you his name when he took your hand earlier to bring you here , is nice , quite a gentleman , you think. After a good five minutes you go to the payment counter and find nobody. Where did he go? you think.

"Excuse me ! Where is he ?" You ask the old lady and she smiles a little "oh ! he left but he asked me to give it to you " the woman says and hands you a pink card . You take it from her and read :

'Hey Pumpkin! I understand the earlier flowers were not a good choice but I hope you like these ones"- L

The other side reads your name and then it all dawns on you . Oh!

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[branded-witha-j]

Firecracker

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

WC: 4.4k

Warnings: non/dub con, kidnapping, methods of torture, spitting, biting, butterfly knife, violet wand, double dipping, anal, fingering, forced orgasm, mockery. Dark Lloyd, but that's just the norm.

18+ only! Please heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Not beta read. All fuckups are my own.

The restaurant is nearly deserted, only a single patron lingering by the bar. He nurses a glass of whiskey, swirling the remains in the bottom of the tumbler. With a crisp haircut and an equally pristine mustache, the thing that makes him stand out the most is his choice of clothing. The flashy print of his shirt is paired with white trousers, the outfit loud and obnoxious. 

Just like the man wearing it. 

You serve him a final whiskey with a message that the bar is closed and he sneers at you as he plucks the glass up from the napkin you placed five drinks ago. 

"I'll leave when I'm ready, cupcake." 

The cutesy nickname makes your teeth grit and you slap down the tab slip before you turn away. Busying yourself with a cloth and a stack of glasses on the opposite end of the bar, you glance up at the clock. It's well past closing. With a frustrated sigh, you wheel around to tell him it's time to pay and go. The words die in your throat, the stool where he perched now empty. Approaching, you toss the cloth down as you realize he left something behind, mouth falling open in shock as you lift up the stack of one hundred dollar bills. 100 one hundred dollars bill. 10 grand. 

The shock of it makes an unexpected giggle bubble out of your chest and you clamp a hand over your mouth as you look around. He's gone, the place quiet, even though the music still plays over the speakers. 

With the cash stowed away in the deep recesses of your bag, you lock up and rush to your parked car, looking around nervously. Falling into the driver's seat, you hit the button to lock the doors, and shove the bag behind the seat. When your fingers brush against something soft and warm, you open your mouth to scream, but a hand clamps over it. The seat belt whines as it's pulled hard, the excess used to loop around your neck and pin you firmly in place. 

"Hi, cupcake." You freeze, eyes straining to look back. His palm covers the lower half of your face, pulling back to bring you even closer. You can feel his lips grazing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and sweet from the whiskey. You shake your head and he lets his hand drop to your jaw, fingers digging in painfully. "Did you get the tip I left?"

"If that's what you want, it's in the ba–"

His tongue clicks, a growl rumbling up along with a laugh.

"I'm not here for the money, honey." The bristle of his mustache tickles your ear, making you flinch away. 

"Then what do you want?" You whine, both hands coming up to claw at the one gripping your jaw. He tightens until you cry out and drop them in defeat. 

"Good girl." You hate the way his voice purrs. The sight of a gun makes you struggle, the silencer rubbing against your cheek.

You suck in a breath, preparing to scream, and he jostles you hard. 

"Don't even think about it." Your jaw aches from his hold, neck burning from the seat belt. Groping with your right hand, you feel the little spray bottle in the console, fingers wrapping around it. 

The man has been talking, but you haven't heard a word of it over your hammering heart. 

"Are you listening–" The spray of hand sanitizer catches him in the face, his yell loud in your ear. "You stupid bitch!"

You get his hand loose from your throat, lurching forward, but still hung up by the belt. With a violent tug, he brings you back against the seat, pulling so tight you can feel it cutting into your skin. You try to speak, beg for him to stop, but the pressure in your head is unbearable. 

"You really shouldn't have done that, cupcake." The butt of his gun comes down, catching you at the temple, and everything flashes until there's nothing but darkness.

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Excruciating pain is the first thing you notice, the blinding light the next. You wince, eyes pinching closed, and a hand slapping at your cheek forces you to open them. The man stands before you and a broad smile appears as your eyes meet. 

"Well well well, look who decided to join us." You try to pull back, but restraints keep you firmly in place. 

"Why–" Your voice is hoarse and cracks from the simple question. 

"Ralphie." His answer is just as simple and you shake your head. 

"I haven't seen him in over a week. He said he had to disappear–"

"Oh, I've seen him. And he told me to talk to you." A long finger taps you on the nose.

"Me? But I–" 

"Cut the shit! I know all about you." The table you're strapped to lurches sickeningly as he stomps on a pedal near the floor, releasing the lock. You swing up, coming to a jarring stop, the straps burning where they meet skin. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your head hangs down, avoiding his gaze. Snagging your hair at the crown, he yanks it back, leaning into your vision. 

"Oh, I think you do. And I'm gonna get it out of you one way or another. Do you understand?"

You refuse to acknowledge him, the man's eyes dropping down to your open mouth. Before you can close it, he spits, giggling as you begin to struggle. You can feel him on your tongue, teeth grinding together as your nostrils flare with rapid, heavy breaths. 

"What's the matter?" His eyes flash and widen, his tone mocking. "Not into that?"

You glare back at him silently, still feeling his saliva pooled on your tongue. 

"Well, get comfortable, we're just getting started."

He releases your hair and you slump forward with a groan. The man paces back and forth, stopping to hook his finger under your chin. You try to jerk your face away, but he catches you with his thumb and fingers, pinching at your cheeks until your lips pucker. His eyes are intense, pupils blown as delight shines through them. He's enjoying this, a voyeur to the confusion and fear that consumes you. 

"I'm Lloyd." He introduces himself, a toothy grin following the introduction. You glare at him, shoulders doing their best to shrug. 

"And? You want to be friends?" Even you surprise yourself with your snarky answer, Lloyd shoving your head to the side as he releases it.

You watch him cross over to a small table, an assortment of items ranging from snacks to tools making your eyes widen briefly. Plopping down into a chair, he crosses his legs, leaning over to grab a chocolate covered almond from a glass bowl. Chewing thoughtfully, he reaches for a manila folder, perching it on his thigh as he reaches for another treat. The folder flips open, whatever is on the pages a mystery to you. 

When Lloyd says your full name, the muscles tense in your body, but you try not to give away the sudden fear that churns in your gut. Your address is next, a sharp inhale burning in your chest. He has everything; your social, your DOB, your blood type, even going as far as to give the results of your last pap smear. 

"Squeaky clean." Lloyd muses, humiliation making your eyes drop. Dropping his leg, he moves to stand up, but feigns dramatically, as if he has forgotten something so important. Tearing a page from the folder, he lets the rest fall to the floor, stepping on the scattered papers as he stands. You stare at the floor, refusing to look at him, but you can feel the heat from his body, a pleasant, expensive cologne distracting you.

"How's your Mom doing? Breast cancer, huh?" 

Your head jerks up and you struggle at the restraints. 

"And your Dad? Just retired after almost 50 years on the force." Lloyd snorts, holding out the paper as if he's reading Shakespeare. "Brother following in Daddy's footsteps. Sister a teacher. I guess they figured one of you had to be a dud."

Eyes burn with tears as your head drops, his words biting more than his fingers as they dig into your jaw to force you to look at him.

"Honestly. Who goes to college and studies Lit for–" Lloyd checks the paper. "5 years?!? Jesus, just get a fucking library card. Would've been a lot cheaper."

His mocking continues as he begins to circle around the table, reading more information from the paper. 

"And a girl that loves it up the ass?" 

You flinch, your heart thundering in your chest.

"Your nightstand could be a Toys R Us for adults. I expected a vibrator, there's always a sad little vibe hidden somewhere. But, you have an impressive collection. Is that why Ralphie disappeared? Couldn't handle you?"

Leaning down, his giddy face fills your vision. Standing back up, he snags your hair, and slams your head back against the table. 

"Lloyd–" You yelp out his name and he darts into your vision again, brows arched expectantly. 

"Want to give up already?" 

His smile is taunting, your frown deepening. Before you can stop yourself, you spit in his face. Stepping back, he scoffs in amused surprise, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. Slowly, he dabs at his face, carefully folding up the cloth before returning it to where it came from. 

"I knew you'd be a fun little firecracker."

He reaches into his pocket again, but a following metallic whisper makes you flinch, the table rattling. Lurching forward, Lloyd presses against you completely, his warmth comforting. The hair of his mustache tickles your lips and you tumble into the depths of his eyes. They're blue, the color almost eaten up completely with black. 

And then he's gone, stepping back to twirl the knife in his hand. Eyes trail up and down your body, taking in your wrinkled blouse and torn dress pants. 

"Let me guess," His finger points up and down your body. "Express? No. Target? Old Navy?"

Your humiliation returns and Lloyd revels in it, smiling smugly as he steps closer. Slipping between the two pieces of fabric held closed by buttons, he drags the blade up until he pops one free. Another and another button pings away, bouncing across the floor until your blouse hangs open. 

The bra underneath isn't cheap and Lloyd's eyes alight with excitement as he takes it in. Tracing the tip over the lace, he brings the edge against the band that holds the cups together. Eyes flicker up to yours and he smiles, pulling away the blade. Stepping back, he drags the nearby table closer, gently placing the knife down. Turning back, you expect to see another instrument of torture in his hands, but they're empty. 

He's close again, parts of his body brushing against yours, and you jolt as his hands lift to frame your breasts. Cheeks burn, eyes looking anywhere but at him, and a snorted laugh makes you cringe. 

"Why are your nipples hard?" Before you can deny him a response, palms slide over, fingers curling under the cups. With a tug, your tits fall out, the rigid underwire tucked under them like a shelf. Lloyd hums, stepping back to get a better view, and his thumbs trace over the hard peaks. 

He's gentle, taking his time to acquaint himself with your skin, his hands coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. The table rattles as you try to pull back, but have nowhere to go. 

"Do they match?" He smirks as he pops the button open, a pointer finger and thumb closing around the zipper tab. He's slow, eyes locked with yours, and you glare back until he breaks contact to look down. "They do."

He crouches, tugging the pants down your hips, knuckles grazing your thighs as he pulls them down to web at your feet. Fingertips slide up your skin as he stands, an exhale prefacing a dreamy smile. Not saying a word, he turns his broad back to you, messing with the items placed on the table. Turning back, he holds up a wand, the thin length ending with a small glass ball. 

"What is th–" The ball doesn't even make contact with the skin of your stomach and a shock makes you yelp out. Lloyd chuckles and hold up the wand, turning it in his hand. 

"This is gonna make you sing, little bird."

He brings it close again, your stomach sucking in to avoid the contact. Clicking his tongue, Lloyd steps closer and traces the tip along the hem of your panties. With each pass, the jolt gets easier, and you're trying to catch your breath when the gusset of your underwear is pulled to the side. 

"Wait!" But he doesn't listen, bringing the wand close to your mound, a whimper choked down. Lower he goes until the lips of your pussy keep him from really getting to what he wants the most. Crouching down, Lloyd uses his free hand to spread you open, a groan floating up from where he's knelt. 

"Well, that's unexpected." His thumb swabs over your clit and your whimper comes out this time, hands twisting and turning in the cuffs. "It would seem you're enjoying yourself, cupcake."

You shake your head, but his fingers are slick with evidence, a growl rumbling from below. The zap makes you scream, the ball hovering over your swollen clit. He has yet to make full contact, and he holds you open while circling around your bud. Your cunt pulses, the pleasure forced out of you with each pass of the wand. 

You scream at full contact, bucking forward so hard the table groan in protest. Slapping a hand against your pelvis, Lloyd holds you in place as you come. The swell of your release is agony, but nothing compared to how it feels as you try to come down. The wand blocks relief, instead bringing with it a pain that can only be harvested from pure torture. You scream for him to stop, thighs rippling from violent shivers. 

Standing, his face comes close to yours, his breath sweet from the chocolate. The wand remains in place and you beg him, eyes locked and pleading. His smile is broad, eyes dropping down to your panting mouth. His kiss is rough, teeth clacking together, and you scream against him as the wand pushes you over again. It hurts, even when he finally pulls it away, replacing it with his fingers. Rubbing at you furiously, you try to clamp your thighs together, trapping him between them. 

The kiss is deep, his tongue swirling around yours until he pulls back with a wet pop. The skin above your mouth is reddening from his mustache, lips swollen and tender. Locking his free hand around your throat, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers relentless against your clit. He's agony laced with pleasure, long, deft fingers working you over and over until you slump. 

"Had enough?" You don't respond, teeth gritting as he forces your head back up. 

"Fuck you." You don't have the strength to do more than hiss it at him. Pulling back, Lloyd tilts his head, looking you up and down. 

"If you insist." Stomping his foot, the table falls back, your head swimming and dizzy. You feel a tug at your wrists and your arms come together, a double ended bolt snap locking them in place. The tugging resumes at your ankles and the table swings with another stomp, your body dropping onto the hard floor.

It knocks the wind from your lungs, dust puffing up as you cough and wheeze against the concrete. Hands scoop under your arms to lift you upright, your back meeting his front as he walks you across the room. He carries you as if you weigh nothing, stopping and circling around to your front. You sway in place, and his hand wraps around the clasp, lifting your arms over your head. Hooking them in place, he breaks contact, forcing you to balance on the tips of your toes. You sway and twist, his hands settling on your sides to still the motion. 

The muscles of your arms burn with quick fatigue, calves cramping as you try to keep all your weight from your wrists. Letting his fingers drift down, they curl under the waistband of your panties and he peels them down. He follows, crouching behind you, and works them and your pants loose from your ankles. You lose your balance, swaying wildly, and his hand at your hips stops it. His face is now level with your ass, thumbs digging into each cheek to spread them. 

You struggle as the whisper of his mustache ghosts along your skin, teeth burning as he sinks them into flesh. He bites harder and harder, right to the point of breaking skin, and then lets go. Admiring the dents his teeth left, he slowly rises, right hand trailing and stopping at the cleft of your ass. 

"Let's see if you like reality over fantasy." The pad of his middle finger cuts down between your cheeks, seeking out your tight hole. Lloyd exhales deeply at the feel of the taut skin, pressing at the narrow opening until it accepts him. You hiss, trying to ignore the stinging sensation, and it disappears along with his finger. His saliva hits right on target and he swirls it around before shoving his finger as deep as it will go. You moan, leaning forward, and his free hand comes up to roughly cup a breast, slamming you back against him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The second finger sinks in to join the first and the stretch makes your legs tremble. 

"Fuck–" The word comes out breathless and a breathy chuckle by your ear has you tensing. 

"The way I see it, you have two options. This can hurt or I can make it feel really good." His fingers pump in and out of your ass as if to emphasize his point. "So, doll, what's it gonna be?"

You're exhausted, broken, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks. Your body wars with itself, your pussy throbbing at every move that he makes. Your scream is loud, the third finger stretching you open. 

"Good– Please!" You beg, trembling as his intrusion burns with each rock of his wrist. Without removing his fingers, he freezes, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. I missed that. What do you want?" He shoves his fingers as deep as they'll go when you take too long. Whimpering, you give him your answer loud and clear. 

"Good. I want you to make me feel good."

You cry out as he abruptly removes his fingers, pulling the handkerchief from his pants to wipe his hand. Once done, he wads it up, shoving it into your mouth instead of his pocket. 

"Now," He stops before you and pulls his shirt over his head before continuing. "My definition of good might be different than yours, so bear with me."

Folding his shirt, he places it on the nearby chair, hands meeting at his belt to work it open. Pulling it free from the loops with a hard tug, he drapes it over the back of the chair. Loosening the button and pulling down his zipper, he leaves the pants as they are and steps before you. Cupping your cheek, he pulls your face up, leaning down to speak.

"Which hole am I going to ruin first?" His question must be rhetorical, your teeth gritting together. 

"Just fucking do it, Lloyd. I'm sick of your games." Your frayed nerves force the words out and he chortles into your face. Hands clap on your ass, lifting you easily, and you wrap your legs around him out of reflex, afraid of being dropped. You can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against the cotton of his briefs. Keeping one hand splayed wide against your lower back, he dips the other into his pants, pulling his cock free.

You watch, unable to look away, his length hard and soft against your mound. You tremble, not from the pull at your wrists, but from the ridge of his tip as he pulls his hips back enough to slice it between your plump lips. Nudging your clit, you jolt, the crystal clear liquid weeping from his slit smeared against the swollen nub.

It feels like time is stolen, his teasing pushing you to the brink, only to be denied over and over again. You suck in a shuddering breath, trying to find enough air to demand he stop torturing you. The pressure at your entrance as his tip catches against it has you struggling, both of his hands cupping your ass as he sinks into you. He burns, stretching you open inch by inch until he's buried as deep as your body will allow. There's so much more he has to give, but you take all you can, his pelvis grinding against yours until you're panting. 

"Who would have thought the Lit major would have such a tight little pussy?" 

You close your eyes, shaking your head, and teeth dig into your bottom lip as he pulls back until just his tip remains. Thrusting up, you pull with your burning arms, trying to run from him, but strong hands bring you back down. Your cervix takes the brunt of his effort, the clasp grinding against the hook as he pounds into you. Letting your head dip down, it rests on his chest, hot breath panted against his skin. 

Rutting into you, sweat erupts across his chest, your own just as slick. All you can feel is Lloyd. All you can smell is Lloyd. He thrives on the sounds of your screams and your impending demise motivates him. When he hikes you up, your hands fall from the hook, your arms dropping to circle his neck. You're moving, the table slamming down just in time for him to pin you against it. Throwing his entire weight onto you, he pounds into you furiously, a hand coming up to throw your arms up and away, his head ducking down. 

Teeth sting at your nipple, the sharp tug making you keen. He leaves marks across the soft flesh, biting down and holding on as he pistons his cock in and out. The table protest as it scoots across the floor, the locked wheels unable to stop Lloyd's violent thrusts. 

You can feel the heat between your legs, your slick dripping down between your cheeks and soothing your abused hole. His promise to make you feel good seems lost in his own selfishness, your hands balling into fists before you swing your arms down to strike at him. Wild eyes meet yours as he takes the first hit and easily dodges the second. 

"You want it rough? Huh?" He darkly chuckles, tearing back from you, your cunt feeling open and empty. Seething and panting, Lloyd glares at you, hands on his hips. His cock bobs, shiny and rigid. You can only focus on it, kicking out as he moves close again. Catching you by the ankle, he tugs hard, pulling you from the table. The wind is knocked out of you once again, the cuffs used to lift and flip you onto your stomach. His weight presses over you and you can feel him between your cheeks, his body shadowing yours. 

Suddenly you wish for his fingers again, his head probing at your ass until he can feel the ring of muscle. 

"There it is." Lloyd sighs out, pushing forward until his tip is swallowed up. He groans, pushing up with his arms to look down. "Fuck, that's hot." 

He pierces into your ass, giving you a few inches at a time. When he slams into you, making you take the rest, you scream out. His pelvis lies flush with your backside, his weight crushing you to the floor.  Lowering his mouth to the shell of your ear, he growls as he pulls back and ruts into you.  You expect words of humiliation to tumble forth, but he’s lost in the sensations, instead growling his appreciation into your neck.  Pants web between his thighs, his bare pelvis clapping against your ass as he fucks you open.  Your clit pulses, feeling neglected, and if you had your hands, you would use one to give yourself a reprieve.  Instead, Lloyd does it for you, forcing his hand under until his palm cups your cunt.  Dipping between your lips, the slightest contact makes you shake, your hands clenching into fists.

Pinching your clit, you come hard, shaking under him as he stops moving.  Relief is followed by another sweet sting, his cock pulling from your ass and plunging into your cunt.  He enjoys the swell of your release, rutting in tandem with each pulse of your walls.  As you flutter down, he picks up the pace, pounding into you over and over again until you cry out his name.  You gush around him, his groan of satisfaction joining the staccato of his hips.  Wrapping a thick forearm around your neck, he pulls you back, looking down into your contorted face.

“Give me one more.”  He nods as you shake your head, teeth clenching as he doubles down.  You resist, trying to fight through it, but he gets what he wants in the end.  Eyes roll back as you come, your moans mingling with Lloyd’s groans.  His perfect rhythm stutters, growing erratic and sloppy.  “Good. Fucking. Girl.”

With one final thrust, he spills into you, his cum hot and searing.  Your fluttering cunt milks him, his seed leaking out from around his cock to the floor below.  Rocking, he floats down, puffing out an exhale as he smiles.

“Goddamn.” Both of his hands lift to release your wrists, fingers twining with yours as you both huff.  Kissing at the shiny skin of your shoulder, his mustache tickles as he nuzzles into your neck.  Rolling onto his side, he brings you with him, arms wrapping around you tightly.  

“Lloyd,” You sigh until he hums in response.  “I’m keeping the money just for that Lit jab.”

He barks out a laugh, nipping at your shoulder, and lifts your joined hands to kiss at the raw skin of your wrist.

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi I was wondering if you could possibly do a lloyd hansen x reader age gap (she's in her early twenties) and she is pregnant with his baby girl what hes like when her bump becomes more prominent and when the baby arrives also does lloyd start thinking about baby #2 🤍

So I'm assuming you meant a soft!Lloyd, but I'm not going to lie, when I read this I got cult leader!Lloyd flashing in my mind...but let's go with a softer version, and very rarely do I age my readers, so you can envision her as any age.

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I Can Do That

Summary: you and Lloyd become parents

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  FLOOF

Warnings:  the softest of Lloyd Hansen’s, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

“Mmm,” you sit up in the bed, yawning. Between the belly, and Lloyd’s constant need to have his hand on your bump it was a struggle. He said that feeling her move was the best way to fall asleep.

You look behind you, going to watch him a moment while he slept, but he’s already peaking up at you. “You moved, Cupcake, I can’t help it.”

“You’re always on.”

“Well, I need to protect you. Need to make sure no one hurts my girls,” his hand splays out over your belly, and you place your own on top. Trying to guide his hand over you where, you’re sweet little one is rolling around.

“There she is,” he sighs. His hand presses a bit firmer on her home, and she gives him a hard kick. “Madeleine Reese, I am your father, and you won’t try to kick me.”

You give him a giggle, smooshing your face up against him for playful kisses. “She’s gonna come out thinking she can kick me, Cupcake. I can’t just have her believing she can do whatever she wants with me.”

“Then maybe, quit squishing her around in there. She’s running out of room as is.”

“I just want to feel her better,” his bottom lip pokes out, and he gives you a weak smile, “Not all of us get to feel her from the inside as well as the outside.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you didn’t realize how jealous Lloyd was to feel every part of your little Madeleine. It was almost pitiful how much he desired to be present for every moment. Refusing the extra money, and missions, just to be with you. No one knew. No one would. Lloyd made himself weak by you and his daughter.

“Don’t you, sweetheart, me.”

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Standing in the tub naked, Lloyd reaches out a hand to you. You take it in your own, and let him assist you to sink deep into the water. The lavender bath bomb and bubbles trying to soothe your body. Leaning your head back on his shoulder, you watch his eyes move over the swell of your belly. His hands smooth over the area, and he sings you a gentle version of ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’. When another contraction tightens your stomach, and body, he just whispers out a slow count for you to breathe.

Not stopping when you almost start to cry as another contraction heats your body up. Lloyd lifts up his hand, counting the time you contract, and when it stops, he gives you a soft kiss to your temple, “You’re doing so good, Cupcake.”

“Lloyd, I wanna go to a hospital.”

“You know we can’t. You knew when we decided to have a baby, we couldn’t go to a hospital.”

You cry out a bit, and he gives the side of the tub, a few knocks. Another contraction skyrockets through your entire body, clenching your teeth, you grab Lloyd’s hands tightly with your own.

“Chris! You filthy son of a bitch, get your ass in here now!” Chris walks in the bathroom, seeing the of you, “They’re lasting longer, she’s coming. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Chris says, not so confidently. “You pulling the baby out? Like,” both men watch as you go to grunting again. “Okay, this is happening, and I’m not so sure I know what I’m doing.”

“Ahh, shit!”

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Lloyd watches you fondly cradling your baby. Your finger almost always moving over her cheeks, and he just can’t get enough of her, but also you as her. You had powered through labor amazingly. And now you looked so serene holding his daughter.

The amount of times he envisioned his future, it never included someone else. Maybe a random girl, but never one he saw in his life for the rest of it. He definitely never imagined a life with children, but the way you were constantly lifting up Madeleine to give her a smell, kiss her on her cheeks, or even just play with her sweet little fingers, he was hooked.

You had ruined him from the life he thought he was going to have. Now instead, he wants this over and over again. Always wants to be with you and the children everyday. “I don’t know how to work a normal job.”

“Hmm?” you ask looking up at him.

“Cupcake, this is what I do, and I want to be with you and them, and I don’t know if I can have it all.”

“Them?” you look at him with a crooked grin, knowing you caught him. “Who is them?”

“More of them. Of babies. She won’t stay a baby forever, so when she’s not, can we do this again? And then again?”

“How many times we talking Lloyd?” he gives you a quick shrug, reaching towards his baby girl, that you quickly let him have. Watching the way he’s so soft and different with her, you want to give him that. “At least two or three more.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you give him a quick swat. “I mean, I have no problem with stuffing you full.”

“Shh, there is a baby in your arms. Madeleine Reese, excuse your daddy. He’s still learning.”

Masterlist

[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | overstimulation

pairing | dark!captive!lloyd hansen x reader

warnings | mean!dark!lloyd, hard noncon, exhibitionism, suggested murder, sexual torture including a very questionable use of lloyd’s trusty pliers 😵‍💫

word count | 411

what about lloyd using overstim as a torture method 😭 he wants info out of you and since you’re such a pretty little thing and making you bruised and bloody would be a waste, he decides on a different way to get you to talk. maybe he’s got you tied up on his desk with your legs spread painfully, feet on either side of your head. he’s got those black gloves on, the menace, and he’s been using an assortment of instruments to punish and torture your poor aching cunt. his fingers and his mouth of course, but those got boring fast. so he fell back on his trusty pair of metal pliers to pinch firmly around your clit, holding it in place for the whirring bulb of a magic wand to send punishing vibrations through your swollen bundle of nerves. you’ve cum probably five or six times already, and you feel like you’re on the brink of collapse. “please, no more! i-i can’t cum again, i can’t,” but he’s just chuckling darkly at you as he tightens his glove on his hand before he once again takes your puffy clit in the brutal grip of the pliers. “you can’t? oh, i don’t believe that, sunshine. i think you can, and i think you will” the sound of the magic wand being brought back to life has you erupting into further sobs. “you poor thing, that looks awfully painful, sweetheart. it doesn’t have to be this way, you know. we could make this all stop right now, if you'd quit being such a stubborn little bitch” but when you just glare at him in response, he laughs again. “fine, as you wish. i don’t mind seeing you cum again. your orgasms have been by far the most pleasing outcome of my work to date” as he presses the wand down onto your throbbing button, you scream and thrash as much as you can, but you’re not going anywhere thanks to the tight bonds holding you in place. “look at her little toes curling up, how cute,” lloyd muses to one of his men who stands nearby as they watch you fight off another climax. “c‘mon cupcake, no use fightin’ it. there— fuck,” he laughs as you squirt, your orgasm crashing hard, “love it when she gushes like that. come on, you fucking slut. give me one more. maybe if i’m feeling nice i’ll put you out of your misery after that."

[holylulusworld]

Livid

Summary: Lloyd is livid.

Pairing: Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, fluff, daddy Lloyd, a hint of lactation kink, Lloyd being Lloyd

Lloyd is livid. He huffs and runs his index finger over his mustache.

There he is the bastard daring to steal his omega. His concurrent looks at Lloyd, and even winks at the alpha.

“How dare he!” He grits his teeth. “I can’t believe him.”

You giggle at his possessive behavior. “Lloyd, it’s not like that. Baby, just calm down.”

“No, I won’t calm down,” he growls and points his index finger at the young man stealing your attention. “He’s younger, that’s it. Huh? I knew the little grey in my hair would turn you off. You will exchange me, your alpha, for him!”

This time, you roll your eyes. “Stop being overdramatic, Lloyd. No one wants to replace you, alpha.”

He stands a little straighter when you address him with his presentation. Lloyd puffs his chest and struts toward you.

“I never was overdramatic,” he harrumphs. “I only want that little shit to know, this is my omega he tries to…” His features darken when you unbutton your blouse. “What are you doing?” He licks his lips, his eyes glued to your chest. “Cupcake, do not tempt me!”

You sigh deeply and exasperated. “Lloyd, stop making a fuss. I need to focus on,” you groan as Lloyd tugs at your bra. “LLOYD!” You slap his hand away. “Don’t ruin my bra. You destroyed more than enough over the years. I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“But—” he pouts and tries to grope one tit, “you love me, Cupcake. How can you not only ignore me for some other guy but forbid me to touch what’s mine too.”

Lloyd pouts even harder when his younger concurrent greedily takes your offered breast. While your son suckles happily on your breast, Lloyd grunts. “See, he’s suckling at my tit!”

This time, you snort. “Lloyd, we talked about this. You must learn to share my breasts. No arguments, alpha. That's your four-month-old son. Lloyd Jr. is hungry.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. “You’re right,” he finally says. “If he wants to grow a mustache as hot as mine one day, he must drink lots of milk. Oh, and he can practice for the ladies, you know”, he grins when you give him the stinky eye. “Aw, omega. He’ll break all the hearts in no time.”

Lloyd licks his lips while staring at your exposed breast. He wonders if your milk tastes good. His son seems to be obsessed with your breasts, and sucking you dry.

“After Lloyd Jr. is done,” he suddenly says, “can I have a taste too?”

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[thewriterthatghostedyou]

Meant to Be Yours

Llyod Hansen x Doctor! Reader and Six x reader

Hi, I finally was inspired to write. And yes I may or may not have seen Gray Man and may or may not have gotten some inspiration from that and all of the science classes I'm taking. Sorry for the lack of updates, I just wasn’t motivated to write and didn't want to make myself hate writing these stories and driving myself to not enjoy writing them. I really do intend to write more but life seems to have other plans (one of the reasons for my new name lol). But this story idea slapped me in the face and hopefully gets me back in the swing of things.

(Will have two separate endings) Also, sorry in advance, this is a love triangle, but hopefully I keep it interesting.

Trigger Warnings: I mean it has Lloyd Hansen in it, torture, gore, noncon/ dubcon, cursing, stalking, power imbalance

‘I’m not getting paid enough for this shit.’ You thought to yourself. The dank hallway smelled of blood and there was an ominous dripping sound behind you somewhere. ‘When I get back I swear to god I’m chewing off Greenway’s ass.’ When you came into work today you hadn’t expected the CIA of all goddamn agencies to be short staffed. You were beyond pissed when your manager approached you that morning with a chintzy first aid kit.

“We need you on patch up duty today.” You recalled rolling your eyes. It wasn’t that you were too prideful to help others, it was just that you never actually did anything around the lab. And for someone hired straight out of graduate school it was disappointing to say the least. You had been ecstatic when the CIA itself approached you about your thesis on biochemical warfare, and stunned at the opportunity to join their research team. You didn’t come from money and worked your ass off to get through all of the necessary schooling and now you were playing Dr. MD.

“I’m not even that type of doctor.” You grumbled to yourself as you approached two armed guards in front of an old rusted door.

Clearing your throat, you felt nervous as the two of them looked at you. “Um- Someone requested a Dr. I’m Dr. Y/l/n. I think I’m in the right place.” Although you’d much rather be anywhere else, this place gave you horror movie vibes.

The guard on the right nodded curtly and opened the door without a word.

“Thanks.” You said slowly, walking into god knows what.

“About time you showed up.” A cocky voice echoed through the room. You raised your eyebrow at a man leaning against the wall in a crappy porn star stache, tight polo shirt, and white pants. He seemed out of place looking all put together next to the man tied to a chair and gagged. You eyed a few wicked looking medical instruments warily.

“Didn’t know they had docs that pretty.” The man continued. Not even trying to hide the way he looked you up and down.

“What is this?” You asked hesitantly as he rolled up his sleeves and walked over to you.

“Standard protocol.” He rolled his eyes at that. “Apparently Carmichael needs this guy alive and you…” He slapped a hand on your shoulder causing you to flinch. “… are gonna make sure he stays that way cupcake.”

“This is not what I’m trained for.” You let out an uneasy laugh and turned towards the door. “I’m sure there’s someone else who can-“

You froze as two strong hands gripped your arms and spun you around roughly. “You’re not going anywhere sweetheart. I’ve been waiting to start and you would want to leave poor Mr. Jackson here waiting any longer huh?” He shoved you forward and you stumbled towards a small wooden chair. “I think he’s a bit nervous.” The man whispered in your ear as he shoved you down. You tried not to let your hands shake as he strode over to the tied up man and dropped a car battery on the metal table next to him.

The man started sobbing as the table rattled next to him and the man started tapping two jumper cables together. You hated how he smiled at the sparks they produced.

“Now.” He paused with a smile. “Let’s get this party started huh?” He waved the clamps around with a wicked smile and ripping off the gag.

“Please I swear I don’t know what you want! I-I’ve got money! Ummm and- and cars, whatever you want, just please don’t do this!” The man tied to the chair begged.

“You see, I would, but I’m already getting shit load of cash and I have plenty of nice cars. Speaking of, you and I can go for a ride after I finish up here.” The man shot you a quick wink as he said that.

“So.” He continued slowly. ‘He seems to have a flair for the dramatic.’ You feel your hands grow clammy as he yanks the man’s chin closer and places the clamp on his cheek. “Let’s not draw this out longer than it needs to be. There’s a lady present.” He clamped the other cable to his other cheek and the man shook his head nervously.

“Where is it?” His joking expression dropped as he crouched down to be eye level with the man.

“I-I don’t know what you’re-“

You jumped in your seat as the man flipped a switch and sent an electric current through the victim. You felt your lungs start to heave as you watched him seize around uncontrollably. “Boring.” He heaved out a sigh. “You know what I’m talking about.” The man in the chair slumped down as he released the switch. “Where is it.”

“I swear it don’t-“ The man in the chair was cut off by a loud scream as the other man upped the voltage and flipped the switch.

“Maybe that’ll help jog your memory.” He smirked and then turned to you. “Italian or French?” He asked, toying with the switch, flipping it on and off.

“W-what?” You stuttered out as the man in the chair kept writhing in pain.

“Where do you wanna get dinner after we finish up here? I know this great new Italian place but it’s up to you.”

You blinked at him in shock. Was he actually flirting with you?

“I really think I should be heading back after all of… this.” You stared at the floor, trying not to listen to the man’s screams.

“No need.” The man scoffed. “I’ll let the boss man know and you’re off the hook. You know I’m thinking we should do Italian. I’ve got a craving for some lasagna.”

You scoffed at that and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You can’t be serious.”

He shot you a smile and flipped off the switch to pull out a phone. “Sure am. I can call now. Carmichael and I are close.”

“Wait, you don’t mean…”

“Hey Denny.” He paused as the voice on the line responded back. “No, he hasn’t cracked yet, but we’ll get there. Anyways I’ve got a favor to ask. Once I’m done here I need you to let Dr…” He strode over and yanked up your official badge, smiling as he read the name. “Y/n y/l/n off for the rest of the day.” You yanked the badge away from him and shoved it in your pocket. ‘The nerve of this asshole.’

He chuckled at something the other person in the line said before responding. “She sure is. Anyways, think you can swing it? Thanks man you’re the best.” He gave you a thumbs up as he paced in front of you still listening.

“Uh huh. Sure. He wants to talk to you.” He handed you the phone, which you took gingerly. He couldn’t actually be talking with THE Denny Carmichael, the man who had discovered you in your program and gave you your job offer.

“Hello?” You asked softly.

“Dr. Y/l/n.” A familiar voice answered. “Perfect, now I need you to listen very carefully.” Holy shit it actually was him. This psychopath had the Chief of the goddamn CIA in his contacts list as Denny.

“I- I can do that.” You looked up at the man still watching you with a predatory smile.

“Whatever my friend Lloyd wants you to do, do it.” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry? I don’t understand.” Your forehead scrunched at that.

Carmichael sighed across the line. “Fine, let me put it this way, whenever he inevitably finishes up whatever shitty play he’s doing to get you in his bed, get in it.”

You paled at that. “You can’t expect me to-“

“I can and I do. Hansen is too important of an asset to lose because you’re a prude. You can choose not to, but you’ll have to have your desk cleared by Monday.”

“I-“

“Yeah you heard me right. Fuck him, or your fired.”

[andydrysdalerogers]

Aurora ~ Part One

Pairings: Andy Barber vs Lloyd Hansen; Andy Barber x OFC Aurora "Rory" Thatcher

Summary: Rory has opened a new bakery in town. And the local mafia boss has taken an interest...

Work Count:4.6K

Warnings: Mafia! Andy Barber, assault, fluff, mentions of parental death, this is a multi-verse of mixed characters

This work is 18+ only. Please heed the warnings and walk away as this story does get violent as it goes on...

Banner by @justawriterand

Mood board and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Welcome to Newton.  A sleepy town outside of Boston.  Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street.  It’s a quiet town.  An unassuming town.  A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it.  This town, Newton, is Andy Barber’s town. 

Aurora Thatcher wiped the sweat from her brow as she placed the last table in her shop.  Her shop.  The bakery that Rory always dreamed about.  The Sweetest Things. It took two years, one loan from her grandparents but it was here. The décor was Parisian, black, white and pink.  The displays would be filled with her treats.  The checkerboard floor was polished, the white tables and chairs ready for customers to sit and enjoy their treats. Rory smiled. Everything was perfect. 

The bell over the door rang, startling you from your thoughts. A man with dark hair, scruff on his shin stood in the doorway. “Miss Thatcher?”

“Yes? Sorry, we are closed.”

“I know Miss Thatcher. My name is Nick, Nick Fowler. I work for Mr. Barber.” He offer what she assumed to be a gentle smile, trying not to scare her.

She froze. Mr. Andrew Barber, the notorious mob boss. He ran this town and everyone in it. She had been made aware of this early on and while Rory knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she still feared him. “Hello Mr. Fowler. How can I help you?”

Nick Fowler smiled at the pretty young thing standing in from of him. She was petite, with dark hair pulled into braids and a bun, large doe eyes that alluded to the innocence of her. She was beautiful but she also didn’t realize it.  Her shirt was tight to her body covered by an apron.  Nick licked his lips at the girl, adjusting his jeans subtly, not wanting to scare her. “I’m sure you are aware Miss Thatcher that there is a certain, let’s call it, leasing fee, that comes with owning a shop in this town.”

Rory gulped. “Yes Mr. Fowler. My landlord made me aware.” She shuffled to the register and pulled the envelope full of cash for him. “I was advised the leasing fee was two.”

Nick opened the envelope full of $20 bills. He looked up at her with a smirk. “To start Miss Thatcher. Depending on how profitable you are, that may change. Do you understand?”

Rory nodded, trying not to cry.  She watched as Nick sniffed the air. “You got any samples?” She nodded again and moved to package up some treats she had made.  A couple of croissants, some Danishes, cookies, and her signature red velvet cupcakes.  Nick pulled out his wallet to pay but Rory waved him off. 

“If you like them, you can just send customers my way.” 

“Thank you, Miss Thatcher. Have a nice evening.” 

Rory watched him leave and then sag against the counter, the tears she fought so hard to hide finally falling. 

Nick walked back into the office, munching on one of the heavenly cookies Rory had given him.  He swallows as he saw his boss reviewing some documents, his third in command, Sam Wilson, reviewing the monitors for the casino. “Hey Boss!”

“Fowler.  How’d it go?” Andy never looked up from what he was reading. 

“Smoothly.  The owner was ready for us.”  He tossed the envelope on the desk.  “She was sweet but scared. Killer body. Amazing baker.”  He put the box of treats down carefully. 

“Good to know my tenants warn the new people.”  Andy looked up at Nick with a smirk. “You have something,” pointing to the side of Nick’s mouth, a smear of chocolate on his lip.

“Shit, sorry boss.”  He took out a napkin to wipe his face. 

“Was that from the baker?” Andy looked at the box. 

“Yeah, Miss. Thatcher. Sweet thing.  She gave them to me.  Said that if we liked them to send her customers.  By the way, I will.  She’s that good.” 

“Hmm, red velvet. My favorite.”  Andy plucked the cupcake out of the box and took a bite.  He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his mouth.  “Fucking Christ, that’s good.” 

“Told ya. Wilson, you have to try these.” 

The men munched on the treats as Andy put the money away.  “So, Miss Thatcher was amiable?” 

“Very.  Wouldn’t mind going back and visiting with her.  Get to know her… personally.” Nick smirked at the thought.

“You will do no such thing Nick.”  Andy frowned.  He had never met the girl, but he knew Rory’s grandparents and was doing them a favor by charging such low rent. “She’s innocent.  So just do your job and that’s it.” 

A couple of months had passed, and the bakery was a hit on the block.  The rate of growth left Rory happy but unsettled.  Nick has been back as promised, once a month to collect rent.  He could see the growth but didn’t charge her more.  Every time he stopped by Rory had a box of treats for him, especially saving a couple of red velvet cupcakes after Nick mentioned that Mr. Barber liked them. 

It was nearly closing time when the doorbell rang.  Rory looked up from her sweeping to see a gruff dark hair man enter with a lankier man.  She went to the register and smiled.  “May I help you?”

“I’ve come to collect the rent,” he replied.  She paled. 

“I’m sorry, M-Mr. Fowler already came by to pick it up.  I’m sorry.” 

The man leered at Rory.  “Stupid bitch,” he growled. “This is my block.”  He came around the counter. Rory froze as he stalked towards her. “Guess, you’ll have to pay me another way.”  He twirled a tendril that had fallen from her ponytail, the smile on his face sadistic. 

Andy was in desperate need of caffeine. After wiping the blood from his bruised knuckles and taking care of the issue with the casino behind the antique store, he heard his stomach rumble. “Work” had left him tired and hungry.  He spotted the new little bakery and decided to visit and meet the Thatcher’s granddaughter.  He walked across the street and peered in the window.  He watched as a young woman pushed Rumlow away from herself and Rumlow reach back and slap her, the force pushed her to the floor.  He raced into the shop. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Brock looked up to see his boss standing in the doorway with a look of fury.  “Mr. Barber, sir, I’m just collecting…”

“I told you, I already paid Nick two days ago,” Rory whispered from the floor, holding her cheek. 

“Rumlow, she’s on Fowler’s list. Leave now and never come back here again.” 

“But sir…”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Brock scurried like the rat he is and left, taking Ward with him. 

Andy walked around the counter and kneeled beside Rory. “Are you alright?”

Rory was still holding her cheek, a single tear falling down her face.  “I’m fine.” 

Andy’s heart cracked. “No, you’re not.” He stood up and went to the back.  She heard the freezer open and close.  He returned to her with ice wrapped in a towel.  “Here,” he gently pressed the towel to her face. She winces and he brushes a strand of hair from her face. “My name is Andy.” 

She knew who he was. “Rory. Uh, Aurora,” she whispered.  He could feel the tremble through her body. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” She maintained her eyes casted down. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured. He could still see the fear in her posture.  Rory refused to look at him, keeping her eyes casted down. She didn’t want to make the mobster mad, but Andy studied her.  She was beautiful, even as she was covered in flour, tear tracks and a red mark covering her face.

Rory’s voice quivered as she spoke.  “I’m sorry Mr. Barber.  I didn’t mean to talk to your man that way or shove him.”  She stood up.  “I – I can pay if you need me too.”  She went to the register, still refusing to meet his eyes. 

The buzz of the register brings Andy out of whatever trance her body had put him in. “If you say you paid Nick, then I believe you.”  She nodded. But Andy wanted to see her face. “Look at me.” She froze, her heart begins to pound. She was sure he can hear it thumping against her rib cage, wanting to escape. “I said, look at me.”  He grasped her chin and tilted her head to meet his eyes.  Their height difference was significant.  He was easily over six feet while she was just over five. Soft brown eyes meet his blue green ones, and she was lost.  Rory could see every line in his irises, like a map that she wanted to study. 

Andy tried not to lose himself in her eyes.  “You are under my protection.  No harm will come to you ever again.  Do you understand sweetheart?” Rory nodded, unable to let go of his gaze. “Good. Now, what time do you close?”

“In an hour and then I have to prep for tomorrow,” she whispered. She never took her eyes off of him. She took in the rich texture of his suit, the dark blue complimenting his eyes, his full beard accentuating his full lips.  But then she saw it.  A speck of blood on the collar of his white shirt. She locked eyes with him again and she swallowed. 

Finally breaking the stare down, Andy looks at his watch. “I’ll be by in a couple of hours to take you home.  I’ll send Nick to watch over you.” 

“You don’t have to do that Mr. Barber. I can take care of myself.”

“No, I do.” He gently caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch. “Finish up sweetheart. Go on. I’ll wait for Nick.” 

Rory offered a small smile as she went back to her cleaning and organizing.  Andy called Nick over and five minutes later the man himself strolled in.  “Hey Rory! Any cookies left?”

“Hi Nick. Yeah, in the back. Help yourself.” 

“Hey boss.” Nick nodded to Andy. “What’s going on?”

“Rumlow was here, claiming to be collecting the rent but I think he was after something more.”  His eyes moved to Rory as she wiped down the ovens. 

“Shit. Ok, what’s the plan?”

“I want protection for her at all times. Get Parker or Lang to watch her.  I need to take care of somethings with Barton but I’ll be back.  We’ll discuss how to handle Rumlow later.” 

“You got it boss.” 

“And Fowler, if anything happens to her, I’ll consider it your fault.”  Andy turned and found Rory stocking ingredients. He observes her as she straightens the boxes and bags, her curves more defined when not hidden by her apron.  He wants to run his hands over her back and down her backside to grasp the globes of her ass while he holds Rory tight to him.  He clears his throat to bring his mind back from dirty thoughts and catch her attention.  “Sweetheart, I have business to finish but I’ll be back. Please, don’t go anywhere without Nick.”  

“Yes, Mr. Barber.” Rory chewed on her lip. 

Andy took a few steps towards her.  He cupped her chin and using this thumb pulled to release her bottom lip. “What I wouldn’t give to bite that lip,” he whispered. Rory sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.  “I hope I get that chance soon,” he breathed in her ear and placed a small kiss on her cheek, the whiskers of his beard tickling her face. “Soon, beautiful.” And then he was gone. 

Rory took a moment to calm herself.  Having never met the man before today, the emotions and attractions were new.  Andrew Barber was sex walking in her eyes.  His height was perfect, allowing her to still study him when she locked eyes with him. Those eyes, the eyes that allowed you to get lost in the deepest of oceans and yet still see the sky. His face, after it let go of the fury, was kind.  He looked at Rory, not with anger, but with longing or dare she say it, lust.  Rory’s body clenched at the thought of Andy’s hands on her and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.  Rory went back to work and chatted with Nick.

“You ok cupcake?”

She tilted your head. “Cupcake?”

“Would have called your kitten but I don’t think the boss would have liked that,” Nick replied as he leaned on the door frame.  He was no slouch either, with his blue sweater bring out the blue in his eyes. 

He seemed angry earlier. Rory got on her tip toes to get a canister onto a higher shelf. Nick got behind her to help, placing the canister with ease. 

“Boss doesn’t like it when an innocent is hurt.” Nick tilted her face to see the small bruise forming on her cheek.  “Rumlow crossed a line. Did you put ice on this?”

“Andy gave me some.” Rory blush at saying his name. It felt good to say his given name. But then the thought of Rumlow entered back into her mind.  “He isn’t going to come back, is he?”

Nick clenched his jaw.  “Not if we have any say. Rory, you are on my list so your protection is my responsibility, and the boss will make sure of that.  Don’t worry cupcake. We’ll take care of you.”

Rory and Nick continue to work, she was prepping and Nick finishing the cleaning.  As she placed the last of the doughs in the fridge, the bell tingles again, making her jump and coward behind the shelf, her breathing becoming more rapid. This little piece of metal was now making sounds that terrified her. Rory sinks down to the floor, wondering what was happening to her. 

“Sweetheart? Are you here?”

The sweetest voice calls for her. Rory stood up and peek her head around the shelf. “Hi.” 

“Rory? What’s the matter?” Andy can see her body is tense, her eyes round with fear. She shakes her head, knowing she was being ridiculous.  She headed to her office, but Andy stops her.  “Talk to me.”  

“The bell.” Rory looked down.  “I don’t like the bell anymore. It scares me,” she says in a small voice, ashamed that the offensive, non-descript piece of metal is messing with her psyche. 

Andy gathered her in his arms, holding her tights. “Won’t let anything happen to you.  Promise.”  He let go and followed her into the office.  Rory grabbed her bag and keys and walked out with Andy and Nick.  Nick cleared his throat. 

“So Rory, I have a friend who is looking for work.  Good kid, hard worker.  Maybe you should hire him to help you out?”

Andy hid his smile, knowing what Nick was doing. Planting Parker as a worker would be perfect. 

Rory smiled.  “I could use the extra help.  Send him my way.” 

Andy took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, and he walked to the car. Nick opened the door and Andy helped her in.  “Where to?”

“I’m about ten blocks away but I can walk, really.” 

Andy cocked an eyebrow towards her, and she stopped.  Nick pulled into traffic and a few minutes later they were parked in front of her building. Andy stopped her as she climbed out of the car.  “Have dinner with me.” 

There was no point in trying to refuse.  This was Andy Barber and he always got what he wanted.  Rory nodded. “Ok.” 

“Tomorrow night.  I’ll be by.”  He kissed her hand and let her go. 

When Rory woke up the next morning, she could have sworn that last night was a dream.  Andy Barber did not ask her out on a date, that Rumlow guy hadn’t attacked her.  She got up and got ready for the day.  She saw a dress that she had purchased on a whim.  It was white with blue flowers, empire waisted, boat neck, sleeveless.  The dress fell to her knees.  Maybe it wasn’t a dream.  She pulled the dress out along with some blue heels, just in case. Rory grabbed her bag and headed out into the crisp morning.  She missed the sedan that was following her. 

Rory got to the shop and there was a young man sitting on the stoop.  She froze and he jumped up.  “Hi, are you Miss Thatcher?”

“Yes?” She looked at him warily. 

“My name is Peter.  Peter Parker. Mr. Barber and Mr. Fowler said I should come by about a job.”

Rory swallowed hard.  Yesterday was not a dream.  She remembered everything.  Nick and Andy promised to take care of her.  Peter could see the hesitation.  “Oh sorry.  Here.”  He handed her a note. 

Cupcake, 

This is the guy I asked you about.  He’s a good kid and a hard worker.  Call me if you have any questions.  He’s also there to protect you if you need it. 

In your service, 

Nick

She looked at Peter.  She offered him a smile.  “Hi Peter.  It says here that you are a hard worker.” 

Peter smiled, his face nothing but positive. “Yes ma’am, ready to learn and help where I can.” 

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am.” Peter let out a chuckle. “Its Rory. Let me show you inside.”  She got him an apron and walked him through the store.   He was a quick learner, and his strength helped a lot.  He got all the tables set up and straightened, the heavy coffee pots moved and set without a sweat. Nick was right. Peter was strong and it helped calmer her nerves, you know, just in case someone unsavory showed back up to the shop. 

About an hour before closing, Nick strode in with a box.  “Hey cupcake!”

“I see we are sticking with the nickname.”  She rolled her eyes but smiled.  “Hi Nick.  What’s with the box?”

“Boss asked me to install a new security system for you and close the shop. But don’t worry, the only thing I’ll take are any leftovers.”  He winked at her. 

“But…”

“No buts. He said, and I quote, ‘I need my sweetheart to have time to get ready.’ So out with you. Parker and I can handle this.  You’re closed tomorrow anyways so no prep.” Nick took her keys from her.  “Wilson will take you home.” 

“Wilson?”

A kind looking man was outside. He turned at the sound of his name and nodded at her. Nick handed Rory her bag and guided her outside.  “Wilson, this is Miss Rory Thatcher. Take care of her.”  He turned to you.  “Have fun cupcake.”  Sam led her to the car and started to drive. 

“How do you know where I live?”

“Mr. Barber told me.”  He pulled in front of the building just a few minutes later.  “I’ll be outside, on watch.” 

“Ok.”  The thought of someone watching her building was enough to send her in a panic. Rory locked the door after rushing in and sank to the floor.  How was this your life?  Was it wise to go on a date with Andy Barber? Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. She smiled as she read the caller ID.  “Hi Nana.” 

“Hello my darling! How are you?”

“I’m good Nana.  Business is booming.” 

“That’s wonderful my darling. Any plans this evening.” 

Rory hesitated.  She might as well come clean since it would probably get out sooner than later.  “I’m going to dinner with Andrew Barber.”  The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. “Nana?”

“Did he threaten you?”

“No! He helped me with a difficult… umm… customer and then he asked me to dinner.  He was a perfect gentleman.” 

Her grandmother was in a peculiar state: quiet.  She was concerned at Rory’s defense of the man. “Rory, just, make sure the man is respectful.” 

“I will Nana. I have to get ready.  I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Have fun my darling.” 

Rory hung up and got ready.  A shower, hair done, makeup on, she pulled on her dress, stockings and heels.  As she was sliding earrings on, the doorbell rang. 

Andy has always been a confident man.  Nothing has ever made him nervous or scared. Until he looked into her eyes.  Her big, innocent, doe eyes, the beautiful color enrapturing him to his very soul.  They were eyes that could see right through him, haunting him as he tried to sleep.  How had he not made the effort before to come and see her? No matter.  Now he was standing on Rory’s stoop, a bouquet of pink roses in his hands, waiting for her to open the door.  Andy never felt the need to have a partner in life after Laurie, a wife to make his queen. Until he saw her. 

When she opened the door, Andy was at a loss for words.  Her innocence shined through in her appearance and yet his thoughts were of nothing but how to get her naked as fast as humanly possible. “Sweetheart, wow,” he said.  Then he heard the sweetest sound...

Her giggle. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” Rory’s cheeks faintly pink, eyes cast down. 

“Andy, sweetheart. Call me Andy.” He offered the flowers to her. I” thought these would match your beauty, but I can see now that only you are that beautiful.” 

Rory blushed again.  “I’m sure that’s not true but thank you.”  She kept her eyes downcast. 

Andy grasped her chin and tilted her head to force her to look at him. “If I say something, I mean it. You are gorgeous Miss Thatcher.  Do you understand?”  

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”  Her submission was surprising.  She moved to put the flowers in a vase, her mind racing.   She always considered herself independent, self-sufficient, in need of no man.  But here she was, submitting to Andy Barber without thinking twice.  How did he have a hold of her so quickly. His deep commanding voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“I thought dinner and then a stroll, my dear.  Is Chinese ok?”

“Yes, I love Chinese.”  She gave him a genuine smile and it warmed Andy’s heart.  He offered his arm after she closed her door.  He guided her to the car and once in, his driver pulled away.

Once at the restaurant, she waited for her door to be opened as Andy had gripped her hand when she went to open it. She saw Nick approach the door and open it, “Hi Rory.” 

“Hi Nick,” as she climbed out with Andy’s helps. It was dawning on Rory that this was how Andy was treated when he was out and about in his city.  He was treated like the King he is.  As he climbed out, Nick gave him a subtle nod, as if answering an unasked question.  Andy placed a hand on her back and guided her onto the restaurant.  When she looked around, the place was deserted save a man holding a bottle of wine. “Andy?”

“I don’t want people to know my business until I am ready for them to know. So I bought out the restaurant for the evening.” He had the hostess lead them to a table. It had fresh roses and little tea candles.  Rory looked around and saw that the entire restaurant was glowing from candles.  Andy pulled out a chair for her to sit. 

The waiter didn’t ask but immediately poured wine into the glasses. “Plum wine to start miss, sir. Pairs well with the moo-shi appetizer.” Another waiter brought out a plate of food. 

Rory picked up the chop stick to start eating and she notice Andy was struggling, frowning and frustrated.  “May I show you?”

Andy snapped his head up as she rose from her seat.  Rory stood behind him and placed her hand over his, her face close to his.  He was enthralled. He could smell her perfume, the scent of her shampoo. He could almost taste her skin, the creaminess entrancing him.  Her small delicate hand was soft but firm from years of kneading dough.  She softly formed his fingers into the right position.  As she withdrew, her hand grazed his knuckles ever so gently that it raised goosebumps.  “There,” she pronounced, “try it.” 

Andy tried and succeeded grasping the food.  Rory smiled and moved to sit when Andy grabbed her hand.  She gasped at the sudden movement, a tremble moving through her body, Andy could feel the fear racing through her.  He gently pulled her hand and brought it to his lips.  He placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.  “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

She blushed at the gesture.  “You’re welcome.”  She sat back down.

“Tell me about yourself.” Andy wanted to know everything about her. 

“Well, I grew up a few blocks from the bakery.  My grandparents took me in after my parents died.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s ok. I was ten when that happened.  I started baking as a way to meet friends and it just grew from there.” 

“I do have to complement your bakery.  That red velvet cupcake is divine.” 

Rory giggled.  “That’s my specialty.  It’s my favorite flavor.” 

Andy looks at her with adoration.  “Mine too.” 

The conversation flowed for the rest of the mean with Andy asking question after question, absorbing everything he could.  Turns out, pink roses were Rory’s favorite.  She toys with her wine glass.  “So, will I get to learn more about you Mr. Barber?”  Her tone is flirty. 

The question took him back.  He signaled the waiter and paid before leading her out.  “Let’s take a stroll.”  He walked next to Rory, contemplating what to say.  He cleared his throat. “I built my standing from the ground up.  The people in this town needed protection from a devil of a man.  I did everything in my power to first, protect my neighborhood and then eventually the town.  I did have a woman, Laurie and she had my child, Jacob.” His eyes had sorrow at the mention of his son.  “But they both died in an accident many years ago when he was just a baby.  Since then, I focused on my business.  I made it strong, brutal even.  I had no reason to look at life differently.  Until I saw you. 

“Me?”

“You.  You were like a breath of fresh air. So beautiful, so innocent. I just… I just wanted to know you.” 

“I’m no one special Mr. Barber. Just a girl trying to make her way in the world.”  Rory stopped to look at the sky.  “It’s so pretty here.” 

Andy stood behind her, running his nose by her neck, hearing her breath hitch in surprise but noting how she closed her eyes, as if she was holding back her desire. “It’s because you are trying to make your way in the world that draws me to you.”  She looked back at him. “May I kiss you Miss. Thatcher?” She nodded and he pressed his lips to her. 

His lips are full, soft and sweet.  One would think that his beard would be harsh but it’s not.  It’s soft, brushing against her face.  He pulls back and sees her slightly swollen lips, her eyes still closed.  He smiles but kisses her again, a little harder this time but not forceful.  Her lips meld to his, heating her very core. 

Kissing Andy Barber has to be her new favorite thing in the whole wide world. 

**

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Kinktober - Day 1

Kinktober Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen x Reader; plus size!reader, daddy kink, teasing, frottage, fingering

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Daddy!"

Lloyd chased you through the halls, skidding on the floors until you reached the bedroom and he caught you, spinning you around and throwing you onto the bed. He crawled onto it, climbing over you.

He pinned you to the mattress, one hand sliding up your thigh, hooked around his hip, the other holding your wrists above your head. His nose was just barely grazing yours, moustache tickling your lip, his eyes blazing with a fire that was barely controlled in his voice.

"Say it again," Lloyd hissed, dick hard against your pussy, covered only by your leggings and his jeans.

"Daddy, please," you whined, struggling against his hold, rocking your hips against his, dragging his bulge against your covered folds, moaning at the friction. Lloyd slid his thigh in between your legs, pressing up, and you keened, rutting up into him to get pressure on your clit.

"Hmm I don't know sunshine, I kinda like you like this, all desperate for me," Lloyd smirked at your wail, moving his hand from your hip down your waistband, past your stomach, rubbing your mound before slipping a finger over your clit.

"Yes, oh! Oh fuck, Daddy, please fuck me, right now, I can take it," you begged, Lloyd groaning as his dick swelled even further.

"Jesus cupcake, the fucking mouth on you sometimes," he swore, letting go of your wrists and pressing up onto his knees, undoing his jeans as you pushed your leggings down. "Should wash your mouth out with my cock, but Daddy needs his pussy right now."

Lloyd shoved his pants down his thighs, and you whimpered, grabbing his dick and stroking it quickly, spreading the precum that was dripping the tip. His hips jerked forwards, and you guided him to your entrance, slipping through your folds easily and pressing in.

You gasped as you were filled, letting go and grasping at his side, feeling his muscles shift and flex as he thrust forwards, stretching you out. It twinged a bit without prep and you relished in the burn, Lloyd pressing down into you, abs firm against your softer stomach, his forearms braced above your shoulders, nose to nose again, that damn moustache brushing your lip.

"How's that tune go? Hush little angel, don't say a word, Daddy's gonna fuck your guts til you scream my name," Lloyd singsonged, eyes slightly maniacal, your own rolling back in your head as he slammed into your spot, pressing up on his hands and fucking you with a brutal force.

"Daddy!" You sobbed, tears suddenly building and falling, overwhelmed with sensations. You pressed your forehead into his chest, trying to pull him down onto harder, so he dropped more of his weight on you, holding you down.

"Need some help pumpkin? Need Daddy to make you just take it? Come on sunshine, we take and give, so take...and give!" Lloyd wormed his arm between you two and lightly pinched your clit, rolling it between his fingers and you screamed, orgasm hitting you hard.

Lloyd grunted, fucking you through it, your body shaking beneath him, clenching tight around him, triggering his own orgasm. He spilled into you, fucking his cum deep inside you before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to you.

The two of you panted, side by side, shirts partially rucked up, pants around your thighs. You turned to look at Lloyd, a piece of hair in his face. He sighed, turning and looking at you, that piece of hair falling further into his eyes.

You reached over and pushed it back over his head, and he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to it. You grinned and sat up, pulling your hand away as you fixed your clothes. You stood up, looking back at Lloyd.

"Now you can go back to work," you said and walked out of the bedroom doorway, giggling quietly to yourself as you heard him say, "What the fuck?"