Hi Baby! Wasnt Sure If You Did Headcannons, But I Have One If You Do!

hi baby! wasn’t sure if you did headcannons, but i have one if you do!

clubbing with rafe? sfw and nsfw!

thank u sweetie! — 💞

hi sweetheart! i have no idea how to write headcanons so this is my first attempt🫶🏻 ive also never written sfw or fluff so here we go!

sfw: in my head rafe is the type to never leave your side no matter what, oh you need to pee? he’s there watching you do it so no creeps follow you into the bathroom. you need to throw up? hes outside holding your hair while you puke into a bush.

he never NEVER. lets you pay for your own drinks, your his baby and he takes care of you and buys you everything you want bc thats what daddys like him do😌 and his hand is always covering the top of your drink (hes obviously holding it while you dance, duh)

if you don’t feel like bringing a purse/bag that night he definitely fills his pockets with all your shit, your lip gloss, keys, phone. anything you want, he’s got it.

if you start getting a little too drunk he’s there at your side, holding you upright as you stumble giggling at how uncoordinated you are. “cmon pretty girl, time to go.” or “i think you’ve had enough to drink now, sweetheart.”

when you get home he takes you into the bathroom, brushing your teeth for you as you sit on the toilet seat with your eyes closed. he changes your clothes and takes off your pretty dress, pulling you into a pair of his shorts and one of his shirts, he makes sure to tuck you in and wipe your makeup off with a cloth before applying your skincare and he fetches a glass of water upstairs for you alongside some paracetamol (or aspirin) to make sure you don’t wake up with a killer headache

nsfw: rafe wouldn’t dream of letting you dance alone, even if it means hes standing there like a brick wall, barely even moving his hips while you grind your ass up against him, rubbing on his bulge.

hes soooo protective so he definitely makes sure to stare down every guy in the club with his hand wrapped around your waist, just so they know your his. alongside marking up your neck with love bites before you leave the house, blotches of purple/red marks layered on your skin.

when your teasing grinding gets too much for him hes so quick to pull you into the bathroom, fucking you in one of the stalls. your hands pressed up against the wall, one thick hand around your waist and the other gripping your hair, his hips slamming into your ass from behind.

“dirty fuckin’ girl, letting daddy fuck you right here in public, such a naughty slut.”

“your just so needy and desperate for daddys cock you couldn’t even wait until we got home, huh?”

knowing FINE WELL he was the one who couldn’t wait, your pretty little body driving him crazy. he def gets off on the stares you both get as you leave the bathroom, your hair messy and your makeup running down your cheeks from crying so hard on his cock. a smirk plastered across his face with one hand on your shoulder. the glares from envious men (and women) not slowing his speed one bit as he struts across the crowded club.

me when i get asks to make rafe sweet and soft and loving like… i love all of my anons so so much BUT PLEASE GUYS READ THE ROOM. look at my writing style and the way ive characterised rafe… he is NOT a loving, affectionate, soft dom kinda guy and i will probably never write him to be😭😭😭 in my head rafe is a fucking asshole toxic dom who loves making you feel like your fucking worthless because to him you literally are like pls i cant write fluff. leave me be.

can i just like.. rant rq

hot take under the cut

i am so sorry but liKE the way that incorrect characterization in any way is SUCH A FUCKING TURN OFFFFFFFF!!!!! like i KNOW that we're all a little delulu in the head but if you're gonna thirst over a character.. like KNOW the character.

ex. spencer reid is not a wildly dominant character who is going to continue that dom/sob relationship outside of the relationship. i can see him being a 'soft dom' and like being in control once in a while in the bedroom but like... he's not THAT dominant by any means. if anything he's a sub with a hint of a switch in there when he feels like it

ex. rafe cameron is not a wildly affectionate guy who's going to be sweet and kind at ALL ASPECTS OF THE RELATIONSHIP! like he's going to be snarky and bite and prod because the show depicts him as this morally dark/gray character because that's who he is - not a lovey dovey boyfriend all the time. like i know i have a few dialogues with him being sweet but there's ALWAYS this underlying asshole that always finds its way through because that's WHAT HE IS

ex. jj maybank OR james potter is NOT a hard dom. like james/jj is a goofy motherfucker who cracks jokes at the most inconvenient times. they are golden retrievers and they CAN BE dominant, and they're good at it, but they're not going to call you degrading names and slap you around and be super stern because they're so soft and saccharine with their baby.

like when a character is just depicted in the opposite nature of who they are it just tickles my brain in the worst way and i can't do itttttt.

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key:

☁︎ = angst ★ = smut ♥︎ = fluff ✦ = dd/lg

oneshots:

╰┈➤ 𝐹𝓊𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈/𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒪𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓈𝓂𝓈★

╰┈➤ 𝑀𝒶𝓃’𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹★

╰┈➤ 𝒮𝑒𝓍 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽★ ♥︎

╰┈➤ 𝒞𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 ★

╰┈➤ 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝑒𝓈/𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝑒𝓈(𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹) ★

╰┈➤ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒰𝓅★

╰┈➤ 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝑀𝑒★

╰┈➤ 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑀𝑒, 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝑅𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓈 ★ ♥︎ ☁︎

╰┈➤ 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝑒★ ✦

╰┈➤ 𝒞𝓇𝓎𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎♥︎ ✦

╰┈➤𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇★ ✦

╰┈➤𝒰𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 ★ ✦

mini series:

A Different Kind of Payment: Part I, Part II ★

Cherry Popping: Part I, Part II ★

Disclaimer: Despite whatever pictures I use, over here Y/n is anything you want her to be. If you find that something is not poc friendly (ex. “skin turned pink/red” or if I write specific features revolving around race etc.) lmk and I’ll fix it asap

getting filled for christmas

pairing: lloyd hansen x female reader

summary: lloyd decides to give you one of your christmas gifts a few days early, and you both enjoy using it for the first time.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, bdsm elements, sex toys (dildo), pain play, rough oral sex (m receiving), gagging, choking, spit kink, face slapping, rough nipple play, rough sex, piv sex, creampie, anal fingering (f receiving), makeshift dildo gag, spitroasting, double penetration, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, festive pet names, aftercare, established relationship, possessive lloyd

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i saw a post about a possessive dom getting their sub a replica dildo of their cock and my first thought was that lloyd would absolutely do that. so i had to write that fic!! and now here we are!! i also used one of the Naughty prompts from @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice Challenge as inspiration, so that's bolded within the fic. this is pretty much just some smut with a little bit of feels/fluff thrown in (because it's me), hope y'all enjoy the first of a few festive fics!!

“Merry Christmas, snickerdoodle!” Lloyd Hansen emerged from the walk-in closet into the master bedroom of the home you shared together carrying a long, thin box wrapped in black paper with a black bow. He had an extra bit of swagger in his strut, and you smiled bemusedly as he walked up and handed you the present, brushing a kiss to your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin.

Giving him a look of confusion, you said, “But it’s not Christmas for another few days.” You looked up into Lloyd’s sparkling blue eyes, watching as his expression softened with a look of affection.

“You’ll get the rest of your gifts on Christmas morning, sugar plum,” he promised, brushing his fingers along your jaw and tipping your face up so he could drop a kiss to your lips. “But I thought this one we could use tonight,” he murmured, his lips grazing teasingly against yours and making your breath catch in your throat. “Since we started celebrating early.”

You smiled against Lloyd’s mouth, thinking of the elegant dinner he’d taken you to that night. The restaurant had been beautiful, decorated luxuriously for Christmas with evergreen trees, red velvet bows and warm, glowing candles. Lloyd had held your hand while he made you laugh with stories from his work, then he’d ordered the most delicious wine and fed you from his plate. It had been so wonderful, it had almost distracted you from the reality that he’d be leaving in the morning for a business trip and would be gone until Christmas morning. 

Lloyd must’ve sensed your dampening spirits, because he kissed you again. His mouth was softer, repentant, stealing the breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he murmured, “Open your gift.” 

Huffing a little sigh, you pulled away and refocused on the present in your hands. It was long and thin, but larger then a box that would hold a necklace, so you weren’t sure what could be inside. Distractedly, you turned your back to Lloyd and asked him to help you with the zipper on your dress. Carefully, you untied the bow and tore through the wrapping paper while Lloyd undressed you, leaving you in only your heels and the black lace matching set you’d worn for him. By the time your dress pooled on the floor, you were only just lifting the lid on the box and you turned to Lloyd so he could see your reaction. 

When you got a look at what was inside the box, you tossed your head back and let out a loud, cackling laugh. “You got me a dildo!?” you asked, half exasperated, half amused, shaking your head at your man. In the box, nestled in a pillow of soft satin, sat a long, thick dildo, with just a hint of a curve to it. Something about the toy struck you as familiar, but you couldn’t put a finger on it, so you just looked at Lloyd, your eyes shining with tears of mirth.

Lloyd, however, was pouting and you sobered quickly. “C’mon, angel, it’s not just a dildo,” he said, lifting the toy out of the box. His mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk as he held the dildo in front of his pants. When he caught your eye, his blue gaze was sparkling with amusement. “You don’t see the resemblance?”

Suddenly, you understood why the toy had looked familiar—it was because it was an exact replica of Lloyd’s cock, right down to the curve. You had to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling and, instead, used every ounce of your self-control to arrange your face in a contemplative look. Tilting your head to the side, you made a show of thinking, drawing in your brows and tapping your finger against your mouth.

Just when Lloyd started to huff with affronted impatience, you looked up into his eyes, feigning an innocent look. “I don’t know, daddy,” you said in your sweetest, most angelic voice. “I think it looks bigger than you.” It was a struggle to tamp down on the wicked smile that wanted to spread across your face, but you managed. Mostly. The corners of your mouth flickered and your body tensed, preparing to run.

Lloyd’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing and his mouth twisting in a displeased scowl. You tried to dart away, but you didn’t get far in your heels. Lloyd’s hand wrapped around your upper arm and he used your momentum to toss you down onto the bed, rolling you over onto your back. Lloyd’s hands were everywhere, groping your tits harshly through your black lace bra, kneading your hips savagely, snapping the elastic of your panties ruthlessly. 

Using his unrelenting grip on your body, Lloyd maneuvered you to the end of the bed until your head hung off the edge, giving you an up-close view of the bulge in the front of his slacks. You were trying to lift your head to lick at Lloyd’s cock through his pants when he spread your legs wide, using his wide palm to spank your pussy through your panties. You gasped and moaned, the slight sting of pain turning to pleasure almost immediately, your body going loose and pliant for Lloyd.

That seemed to be exactly what he’d wanted because in the next moment, his hands were gone from your body and you opened your eyes to find Lloyd’s fingers were working open his belt and then his fly. He shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees, his cock bouncing free and landing heavily on your face. You tilted your head even further back, licking at Lloyd’s hardness, inhaling his musky scent and moaning happily.

“We’ll see which cock is bigger,” Lloyd grumbled, fisting the base of his dick in his hand and slapping it against your tongue and lips. “Open up, naughty vixen, daddy’s gonna measure his cock against your new toy by seeing which makes your throat bulge more.” When you parted your lips for him, Lloyd drove his cock deep in your mouth, pushing into your throat while he groaned loudly.

You gagged a little, your throat squeezing Lloyd’s cock and making him grunt in pleasure, but you calmed yourself and relaxed your body. Already, you could feel drool starting to leak from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your cheeks. Despite your best efforts, tears were welling in your eyes and you knew your makeup was moments from being ruined. But the soft way Lloyd cooed at you while he stroked your cheeks made it all worth it.

“That’s it, sugar cookie, choke on daddy’s cock,” he crooned, wrapping one hand around the front of your neck and pressing hard enough that you could feel him in your throat more acutely. “Feel how big I am in your little throat—so big, aren’t I?” His tone was mercilessly condescending, but it only turned you on more. 

Helplessly, you tried to nod and say yes, but with Lloyd’s cock stuffed in your mouth, your words only came out as garbled sounds. Your spit trickled out of your mouth as tears dripped down your temples. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it was difficult with your head hanging off the bed and you began to grow lightheaded. 

After a moment, Lloyd pulled free from your mouth and you gasped for breath. He only gave you a moment to recover before he was grabbing the dildo and working it into your mouth. He pressed it deeper while he loomed over you, his eyes sparkling as he watched you take it. “Good girl, good girl, take daddy’s toy cock,” he cooed, pushing past the resistence at the back of your throat until you felt the silicone bulge in the front of your neck. “Good fucking girl, choke on it, sugar plum.” 

It was harder to relax yourself with the dildo in your throat, the unrelenting hardness feeling unnatural to your body, but you did your best. However, it wasn’t long before you were choking and gagging on the silicone, your body twitching as your fingers ached to pat his thigh and use one of your safe signals when he was getting too rough. Thankfully, Lloyd knew you well enough to see the signs of when something was verging on too much and he pulled the dildo free from your mouth. 

“Now snickerdoodle, do you still think your new toy is bigger than daddy’s cock?” Lloyd asked in a mockingly sweet tone. His fingers brushed over your cheeks, like he was trying to clean up the drool and spit that had leaked from your mouth. Instead, he was just rubbing it around your face, making you even messier, just how he liked you.

You knew he was giving you a reprieve, and an opportunity to escape his more brutal side. But heat was pounding through your body and when you squeezed your thighs together, you could feel the way you’d soaked through your panties. You liked Lloyd’s brutal side, and you grinned wickedly, catching his glimmering blue gaze as you answered. 

“I don’t know, daddy,” you said in the sweetest voice you could muster. You could already hear a husky edge to your tone from the way you’d choked on Lloyd’s cock and the dildo. “I can’t tell yet, I think you might need to fuck my mouth.” 

Lloyd sucked in a sharp breath, his hand stilling on your face while he took in your expression. A wolfish grin spread across his face and he patted your cheek gently. “If you think that’s necessary,” he said, his voice trailing off in a leading way. He was giving you one more chance to reverse course and take a different turn for the night, but you only wanted to barrel ahead.

“Oh, I do, daddy,” you said eagerly, nodding. You opened your mouth wide, watching him from upside down to see what he’d do. It was a clear invitation for Lloyd, but he didn’t take it right away. 

“Naughty vixen,” he muttered, leaning down. In the next moment, he spit in your mouth, his warm saliva landing on the back of your tongue. Before you could close your mouth to swallow Lloyd’s spit, he slapped you across the face, the sting morphing into pleasure and making your cunt throb between your legs. You smiled dazedly, writhing on the bed with your thighs squeezing together against the ache in your core. Lloyd praised you, “Look so fucking pretty covered in drool, angel.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered with a shameless smile. Then, Lloyd held your head still, slapping the other cheek, the sting making you moan. “Thank you, daddy, thank you, daddy,” you babbled, your fingers clutching helplessly in the blankets as you held yourself back from touching your throbbing pussy.

Chuckling as he stood up, Lloyd grabbed his cock and smacked it on your face, making soft thwacking sounds since his length was still slick with your spit. “Open wide, sugar cookie, let daddy fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he crooned. You did as he ordered and Lloyd slid home, groaning as he felt your throat squeeze his cock while you gagged. 

Instead of holding himself deep in your throat, Lloyd started fucking you, setting a viciously hard pace. He took turns between shoving himself, then the dildo, into your mouth, alternating between his hard, throbbing length and the unrelenting stiffness of the toy cock. All the while, Lloyd cooed praises at you in his ruthlessly patronizing tone, calling you his good girl and telling you how well you were taking both of his cocks. 

When you were thoroughly ruined, your face a mess of makeup, drool and Lloyd’s precum, he finally relented, pulling free of your mouth and letting you gasp for air while he patted your cheek in a way that was so condescending, it made your pussy clench pathetically around nothing. Mewling softly, your legs squirming on the bed, Lloyd took pity on you and lifted your head up, turning you to face him on the edge of the bed. 

Grabbing you by the back of the neck, Lloyd dragged you in for a sloppy, messy kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and taking possession while you moaned into him. He drank down your sounds greedily, fucking your mouth with his tongue. You pressed your mostly naked body against his hard chest, his warm black sweater feeling soft and too warm on your skin. 

“Had enough, snickerdoodle?” Lloyd asked in a deep, gravelly tone once he’d pulled away from your lips, leaving you gasping again. 

You were lightheaded from choking on his cock for so long, but your body was buzzing and you knew you were so far away from being done. You wouldn’t be done until he’d ruined you thoroughly, entirely. “Not even close,” you rasped, your throat raw from the pounding it had taken. A smirk pulled at your mouth, and you licked at Lloyd’s lips, eagerly drinking down the groan he let loose. 

“That’s my girl,” he muttered, kissing you fiercely as his fingers made quick work of your bra’s clasp. He pulled it free from your body, groping your tits and pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were gasping into his kiss.

Then he was grabbing you and spinning you around, manhandling you down onto all fours, your ass up in the air and your face pressed into the soft blankets of the bed. He pulled your panties down your thighs, letting them trap your legs together, before Lloyd curled around you, his cock slipping between your slick thighs, the tip bumping against your clit. 

Lloyd groaned in your ear. “Fuck, I can feel your cunt leaking all over my cock, sugar plum,” he rumbled in your ear. “Are you that eager for daddy’s cock, angel?” He pulled his hips back, then pushed forward again, fucking your thighs, the wetness from your pussy and the spit covering his cock making the slide easy. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whined, arching your back, your hips swaying as you tried to angle your hole so the tip of Lloyd’s cock would press against it. But Lloyd only chuckled, his length sliding through your drenched folds as he teased you with his thick length. 

“D’you want daddy’s cock or your new toy in your cunt?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling. You could hear his own arousal in his tone and it made you all the more eager for him to be inside you already.

“Your cock, daddy,” you said on a gasp. Then you whined, pushing your ass back against Lloyd impatiently. “Want your real cock, please, daddy.” 

Lloyd chuckled against your shoulder, nipping at sensitive skin of your neck. “Ya gonna admit I’m bigger then?” he asked. “‘Cause ‘m gonna leave your needy little cunt empty until you do, sugar cookie.” You could hear the grin in his tone, but you knew Lloyd’s threat was real.

“You’re bigger,” you said quickly, feeling yourself leak even more wetness as Lloyd kept lazily fucking your thighs. “Sooo much bigger, daddy,” you gushed, your words tripping over themselves to get past your lips. “You feel so much better than the toy—please, I need your cock, daddy,” you begged desperately. 

“Good girl,” Lloyd murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. Then, in one swift stroke, he buried his cock inside you, ramming home and stretching your tight cunt out on his thick cock. You let out a piercing scream at the brutal feeling of Lloyd’s cock splitting you open, and before you could adjust, he wrapped his hand around the front of your throat. Lloyd’s mouth was next to your ear when he growled, “Open that pretty mouth, sweet vixen, let daddy feed you his toy cock.” 

You opened your lips obediently and Lloyd shoved the dildo he’d gifted you deep in your throat. In seconds, you were impaled on Lloyd’s real cock and his toy cock at both ends, your pussy clenching down on his fat dick while your throat spasmed and you gagged around the dildo. As if that wasn’t torture enough, Lloyd made you hold his replica cock in your mouth while he tied his belt around your head, holding the silicone toy deep in your throat. There was only enough slack in the belt so that you didn’t choke too badly. 

Tears poured down your cheeks at the deliciously sinful sensation of being filled with Lloyd’s cock in both your mouth and pussy. You moaned shamelessly around the dildo in your throat while Lloyd let your head fall to the bed. He grabbed your body with one hand on your hip, the other bracing your shoulder and began fucking into you with such fury, you knew you’d be feeling him for days. You relished the pain and pleasure, knowing Lloyd was doing it on purpose so you’d feel him while he was away on his business trip. 

Muffled sounds of ecstasy fell from your lips mindlessly as you took everything Lloyd gave you, savoring the devastation he wreaked on your body and mind. He fucked you so hard, it stung a little every time his cock battered against your cervix, his thickness stretching you wide open around his girth. Yet, you couldn’t help but love the pleasure and pain he gave you—just as much as you loved the man himself. You were so filled by him, so overwhelmed by him, that your mind melted and you were reduced to nothing but a set of holes for Lloyd’s pleasure.

“You deserve this.” Lloyd’s voice was little more than a low growl in your ear, the strain in his tone speaking to the barely leashed sadistic hunger in his soul. “You deserve to be used like a pathetic, whimpering little toy,” he bit out, fucking you harder, his thighs slapping against the backs of yours, the sound of skin on skin nearly drowned out by your muted cries. “You deserve my cock in your throat and your cunt, filling you up like the perfect little cocksleeve you are.” 

All you could do was moan for him, mewling and whimpering just as pathetically as he accused you of being while he pounded into you from behind. Lloyd’s hand wrapped around the front of your throat, squeezing you lightly so that you chocked on the toy cock in your mouth. He swiped his thumb through the drool coating your chin before moving his hand to your ass, pressing the tip of his soaking finger to your little rosebud. You squealed around the cock in your throat, your eyes widening and your whole body going taut beneath Lloyd’s bigger form.

“Shhh, sugar plum,” Lloyd cooed in your ear, bouncing back and forth between viciously ruthless and sweetly patronizing so fast it made your head spin in the best way. “Daddy just wants to fill all your pretty holes,” he murmured against your shoulder, brushing ticklish kisses to your skin. “Relax for me—let me in, angel.” 

It took a great deal of effort, but you managed to do as Lloyd said, loosening your muscles to allow Lloyd to slip the tip of his thumb into your ass. You groaned, low and filthy, around the silicone cock in your mouth, your arms giving out as you slumped down into the blankets. Turning your head so your cheek was pressed to the bed, you caught sight of Lloyd staring down at you, a feral grin on his handsome face.

“Ya look so cockdrunk, snickerdoodle,” Lloyd said, laughter in his tone. “But don’t you worry, I’ve got more for those greedy holes of yours.” He pressed his thumb deeper, grunting when your pussy clenched down hard on his cock. He closed his eyes, like he was savoring the feel of having both your holes—not that it was the first time he’d done it. But the possessive streak in Lloyd never seemed to be more satisfied than when he was filling you as much as possible. 

While Lloyd pushed his thumb in all the way, using your own spit to make the slide easier, your lashes fluttered and your eyes rolled back in your head. You groaned loudly around the dildo, enjoying the feeling of being full as Lloyd took possession of every one of your holes. 

“That’s it, sugar cookie, taking daddy so well,” he praised warmly, his voice rough with arousal. He pressed a kiss to your cheekbone, above where his belt was still tied around your head, his mustache tickling you a little. “My pretty little cocksleeve.” 

You sobbed your pleasure, your body trembling as Lloyd began moving, fucking you in short, sharp strokes. He made you feel every inch of his cock in your pussy, and his thumb buried in your ass, and the replica dick in your throat. With every movement, he pushed you closer and closer to the edge of what you were sure was going to be an earth-shattering release. 

“You love this, don’t you, angel?” Lloyd purred in your ear, a smirk in his tone. “Love being full of daddy.” He chuckled at your muffled sounds of agreement. “Maybe I should get you two more dildos, hm? That way we could fill all your holes with daddy’s cock.” He pounded into you from behind, making you feel every brutal inch filling you. “I’ll watch you writhe and struggle, jerking myself off to how pathetic and cockdrunk you’ll be. How’s that sound?” 

You moaned loudly, liking the sound of Lloyd’s suggestion so much but being unable to voice it. So you nodded your head against the blankets, your cheek to the soft cotton. You caught Lloyd’s eye over your shoulder and gave him a pleading look, though whether you were begging him to make you come or get you more dildos, you weren’t even sure.

“Mm, that’s a good little toy,” Lloyd praised in his rumbly, warm tone. “So willing to let daddy play with you however I want.” He pressed kisses to your cheek and shoulders, his mustache tickling your sweat-slick skin. Lloyd picked up his pace again, fucking into you brutally.

Sobbing and crying out around the toy cock in your mouth, you kept nodded frantically around the gag, growing desperate to come. Despite how filled you were, though, your release was still out of reach. Your moans turned to screams, your holes clenching down everywhere Lloyd was buried inside you. 

When he slipped his other hand around your hip and between your thighs, his fingers only needed to brush against your clit once and it set you off like a shot. “Come, little cocksleeve, come all over daddy’s cock,” Lloyd growled in your ear, his thrusts speeding up as he fucked you mercilessly through your orgasm.

Pleasure washed over you in overwhelming waves, your cries muffled by the dildo in your mouth as you screamed yourself hoarse. Your cunt was clenching down rhythmically around Lloyd’s cock, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, he sped up, fucking into you harder and harder, his cock hammering your cunt so roughly, you knew he was trying to brand you as his from the inside.

“My perfect cocksleeve, my good girl, mine, mine, all fucking mine,” Lloyd rasped, fucking you in short, forceful thrusts until his restraint snapped. His movements turned wild as he rutted into you until he was groaning his release. “Mine, my girl, all mine,” he muttered, his cock throbbing as he spilled rope after rope of his seed deep in your cunt. You moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed as you relished the way he painted your insides with his come.

When Lloyd was spent, he collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his side and taking you with him. His fingers quickly undid the belt from around your head, and he eased the dildo from your mouth, letting it fall to the blanket in a small puddle of your drool. He brushed soft kisses to your swollen lips, his hand gently massaging your throat, murmuring sweet words of praise in your ear, “So good, sweets, took daddy’s cocks so well—looked so pretty coming for daddy.” 

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, your voice scratchy from your raw throat. You turned your head, catching Lloyd’s eye and smiling. “I loved my Christmas present, Lloyd,” you said genuinely, your hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. 

Lloyd squeezed your hand gently in his and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, right where it was curved in a smile. “You’re welcome, precious,” he murmured, nuzzling your face while he held you securely in his arms. “Merry Christmas,” he said again, his voice low and rumbly in the way it got when he was satisfied. 

Turning your head, you caught Lloyd’s mouth in a sweet kiss. However, it wasn’t long before Lloyd’s tongue dipped into your mouth, tasting you and the faint traces of the silicone cock he’d shoved down your throat. He groaned into your mouth, and you felt his cock twitching where it was still buried in your cunt. 

When he pulled away, Lloyd licked at the drool covering your chin and kissed away the salty tracks of your tears. Then, he asked, “Now, sugar plum, do you want me or my toy cock in your ass?” You felt him grin against your cheek and you whined. Your body ached, but the fire of arousal was already rekindling in your core. “Hush, snickerdoodle,” he chided you lightly. “Daddy’s gotta ruin all your holes so you don’t forget me while I’m gone.”

At that comment, you huffed an exasperated laugh. “As if I could ever forget you, daddy—or your perfect cock,” you muttered. You reached back to bury your fingers in Lloyd’s hair, tugging him in for another kiss over your shoulder. When you pulled away, you didn’t let him go far, smirking against his mouth as you murmured, “I want you in my ass and your toy cock in my pussy, daddy.”

Lloyd chuckled, his cock already sliding free of your cunt and his hand reaching for the dildo. “Naughty vixen,” he rumbled, grunting when your hand wrapped around his cock and guided him to the rosebud between your soft asscheeks. “What’re we gonna do with that filthy mouth while your other holes are full of cock?” He notched the tip of the replica dick at your pussy and began sliding it home while he pushed into your ass at the same time. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, your mind already going way too hazy to manage anything else. Thankfully, Lloyd knew exactly what to do with your mouth. His free arm pushed beneath your head until your cheek was pillowed on his thick bicep, then he shoved three fingers between your lips. 

You sucked greedily on his skin, lapping your tongue against his digits. You tasted a hint of your musk on his fingertips and realized they were the ones that he’d brushed against your clit. You moaned happily, whimpering while he stretched out your ass and pussy until you felt impossibly full of him.

“That’s it, snickerdoodle, suck on daddy’s fingers,” Lloyd groaned in your ear, his voice soaked in pleasure. When both cocks were buried in your ass and cunt, he stilled for a moment, kissing your cheek. “You deserve this, baby—you look so pretty when you’re so stuffed full of cock.” 

You whined a ‘thank you, daddy,’ around his fingers. Your eyes were glassy with pleasure while you licked lazily at his skin, writhing between his cocks. He chuckled and kissed your cheek again. 

“Just lay there and take it, sugar cookie,” Lloyd murmured in your ear. He held the dildo buried to the hilt in your cunt while he began pulling his cock from your ass before slamming back in. “Take daddy’s cocks, let daddy use you like his perfect little toy.” He worked your body masterfully, setting a brutal pace and fucking your ass harder than he had your cunt, his replica dick keeping your pussy stretched wide for him while he split you open from behind. 

All you could do was lay there and take it, sucking idly on Lloyd’s fingers while he ruined your last hole, making sure you’d feel him every single day he was gone between then and Christmas. Not that you minded in the least. In fact, as your body writhed, your spine arching and your mouth letting out loud, helpless moans and pathetic whimpers, you were thankful for Lloyd and his gift and the fact that you were getting filled for Christmas.