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this is me officially thanking everyone that creates gifs because my god i am STRUGGLING. ive been trying to make some for my new AU for the past 4 hours😭😭😭

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

Pairing; Multiple character club AU, each fic portrays different readers.

Summary; A series of tales staring your favourite Cevans babes, Location: Cherry Bomb.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐑𝐈 & 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

From the day you stepped foot into Ari’s club you were his. Not only did he own half the city, but your body and soul alongside it. Will his dangerous aura drive you away… or pull you in closer than you could have ever imagined.

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 & 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 & 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 & 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 & 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 & 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 & 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

dividers by~ @cafekitsune

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. 

preach that shit! what is it with writers turning toxic once they get a large platform…😬 also i will defend my moots til the day i die like i’m so protective, do not disturb their peace and don’t be fucking rude when people are literally supporting your work… pls and thanks k bye x

Yo no way I got blocked for being in awe of a parallel between Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained and another fic 😭

Like, I was not even hating. I was genuinely amazed and admiring 💀

But it seems blocking is the best option because why would you stoop down to responding like a decent person would 😂

The Dinner Guest

This amazing header was made by the beautiful and talented @lilacevans. This header also helped spark my muse after so long!

Starring: Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: Some things Steve isn’t comfortable doing, so he has to bring in backup.

Warnings: 18+ Only. SMUT. NSFW. D/s dynamic. Hotwife scenario. Oral Sex. Rimming. Slapping. Manhandling. Unprotected sex (a little). Steve could be considered a cuck. Lloyd being Lloyd. Degradation. Facial.

A/N: This is my first fic in a long time, so please be nice! My muse finally came back, and I really hope she doesn’t go away again, but who knows! This is filthy, but I honestly could get this idea out of my head, so here you go!

All mistakes are mine! I proofread, but you know, I make mistakes!

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 2915

A content sigh turns into a purr as he gently massages your scalp, his thick fingers gently tangling in your locks. Lifting your head from his knee you softly smile when his gaze meets your own, normally hardened blue eyes soft as he gazes upon his babygirl.

Something was missing before you met Steve. Something that was deep inside you that you didn’t understand. It lurked in the shadows and caused an insatiable ache that you couldn’t quell with your fingers alone.

Then he came into your life. He took one look at you and just knew. Initially wary of his intentions, he took his time, and little by little chipped away at the walls you put up to protect yourself. He tapped into that part of you that you kept locked away, released it into the world like a ravenous animal. Steve caught the beast by the scruff of the neck and forced it to the ground, and tamed it just enough to funnel it into your self discovery journey as a submissive.

Things that would have disgusted you a few years ago is now all you crave, and you knew you were the luckiest woman to be able to explore new avenues of your sexuality alongside such an attentive, adoring, and dominant daddy.

There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, but lately he’s been struggling. He never wants to leave you wanting or disappointed, and he knows that’s exactly what you have been feeling. You haven’t said anything to him, but he can see it behind your eyes. Lately you have wanted him to be rough with you, degrading. You’ve even shown him some of the porn you’ve been watching while he’s away, soaking your panties with your slick, but you were a good girl and you never broke the rules and touched yourself. By the time Steve came home you were already on your knees begging for his cock the minute he came through the door.

Steve loved you so much he didn’t know if he could give you what you wanted. But he knew that he could never, ever, really tell you no.

“Sweetheart, do you love me?”

“With my whole heart.”

“And do you trust daddy?”

“With my whole life.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, his thick beard brushing against your skin. “I’m bringing home a friend tomorrow night, and I want you to make a nice dinner. Daddy wants to show you off. Do you think you can do that for me?”

You sit up, clapping your hands excitedly. You love entertaining, even more so when you know it would make your daddy happy. He doesn’t bring home friends often as he likes to keep you to himself. So you know tomorrow is going to be a special treat.

“Anything in particular you’d like me to make?”

“Surprise me.” He chuckles before standing and gathering you in his arms, nuzzling and nipping at your neck while carrying you down the hallway to bed.

Everything was perfect. Steve should be home with his dinner guest any minute. You spent the entire day preparing for the evening. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking and making yourself pretty. At one point you were afraid you might run out of time, but you just made it. The last thing you would ever want to do is disappoint Steve. He’s never been a fan of punishing you, but you know he will if he has to.

You’re taking one last look in the hallway mirror when you hear his key in the lock, your stomach doing flip flops in anticipation of the evening ahead of you. Steve pushes the door open, smiling at you when he sees you decked in his favorite little black dress he bought you for special occasions. He meets you in the foyer, kissing your lips softly and whispering how beautiful you looked before stepping back and introducing you to his colleague rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets. He’s about as tall as Steve, hair slicked back with a clean shaven face lest a thick mustache adorning his upper lip. Dressed in a tight black polo with matching slacks and loafers, this man oozed a confident masculinity that already had your cunt fluttering and your clit throbbing.

“Sweetheart, this is Lloyd.” You feel his hand resting on your lower back gently push you towards the other man, and you find yourself becoming shy under his intense gaze. “ Lloyd, this is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Lloyd,” you offer your hand to him and he raises his eyebrow and chuckles at the gesture.

“That how you greet all your daddy’s guests pumpkin? Or am I special?”

You quickly pull your hand back, swallowing thickly and looking at Steve. You’ve already made a mistake. Great.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you give Lloyd a proper hello, then get us some drinks while I give him a tour of the house?”

“Yes, of course, daddy.” Stepping up to Lloyd, you tilt your head up, pressing your lips to his. Innocent at first, Lloyd firmly grabs the back of your neck, his tongue prying your lips apart and forcing his way inside. His kiss captures your breath as he explores every inch of your mouth, his free hand roaming your body, pulling you flush against him. He’s already hard, his length pressing against your abdomen as he finally lets you up for air. He swipes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, your shade of lipstick staining this skin. “I like this color.” His eyes sparkle mischievously as he smirks down at you. “It's going to look amazing on my dick later.” You stifle a gasp as he adjusts his bulge before gesturing to the room around him. “Come on Rogers, take me on this tour so we can get to dinner and I can get inside of her. I’m much more of a dessert before dinner kinda guy, but you know, your house, your rules I guess.”

Clearing his throat Steve moves to join Lloyd. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go clean your face before making us those drinks?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be long pumpkin!” Lloyd calls over his shoulder falling into step with Steve. “I don’t want to have to come find you!”

Rushing up the stairs to the master bath, you grab a tissue and wipe your face of the smeared lipstick, refreshing the color before reapplying powder to your chin. Patting down a few wayward hairs from your half up half down style, you deem yourself presentable before hurrying back down the stairs and into Steve’s bar area. He had told you what to serve him and Lloyd beforehand, and you go about making two old fashioneds the way he taught you. Just as you're garnishing their beverages you see their silhouettes outside the sliding glass door that led to the pool. Perfect timing.

Placing both glasses on a small serving tray you make your way outside, both men turning to look when they hear your heels clacking against the concrete.

“There she is!” Lloyd chides, plucking a glass from the wood balanced on your hands. Steve follows suit, a reassuring hand sliding to the middle of your lower back. Bringing the glass to his lips he sips the cocktail, your breath hitching while he swirls the liquid around his mouth before swallowing.

“It’s delicious, sweetheart.”

His praise wraps around you like a warm blanket straight from the dryer. There’s nothing that made you happier than knowing you made Steve happy. Lloyd studies you over the rim of his glass. He’s quiet. Calculating. A pull at the back of your mind is loud and clear. You should be afraid of this man, and you are. But that fear has you ruining your panties, not wanting to flee.

“Dinner should be about ready,” you look between the two muscular men. “I’d be happy to make up your plates and serve you in the dining room.”

“Give us a minute, pumpkin,” Lloyd takes another swig of whiskey, kissing his teeth at the burn that slides down his throat. “Just gotta go over a few last minute details with your daddy here,” he pauses, clapping Steve on the back. “Then I’ll come in and taste everything you have to offer.”

Your knees are weak, a shiver encasing your body. Two sets of blues are boring into your back, and you pause to soothe your burning skin against the cool glass of the sliding door when you shut it behind you. Pushing off the glass, you press your thighs together to quell the ache throbbing through your cunt since Steve and Lloyd walked through the front door.

The kitchen smells heavenly as you go about finishing your tasks. You inhale deeply as you pull the roast from the oven, careful not to burn yourself when you place the pan on the counter. Cutting into the meat you know you’ve outdone yourself, it’s cooked to perfection. You plate everything, giving generous portions of meat and vegetables on each dish.

You’re placing the last plate at the dining room table when you’re joined by Steve and Lloyd, the latter plopping into a seat across from yours. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair, ensuring your comfort before reaching for the bottle of Tignanello wine and pouring you and Lloyd a glass before filling his own.

“Sweetheart, everything looks great, thank you.” His fingers linger on your arm as he takes his place next to you at the head of the table. Lloyd watches the exchange, his features slowly curving into a dark smile.

“Soak up as much of that tenderness as you can pumpkin. I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

A silence falls over the table as Lloyd’s words sink in. Pushing your food around your plate you’re excited and a little scared. The unknown of what was to come gnawing at the inside of your belly.

“You ok? You’re not eating.” Steve’s voice is laced with concern. He drops his fork to rub your back before hooking his finger under your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Say the word sweetheart, and Lloyd will leave right after dinner.”

“No, I’m fine.” You try to sound as confident as possible, but you know that you can’t lie to your daddy. “I’m just a little nervous is all.”

Lloyd scoffs between bites of food. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Too hard.”

Conversation is light as the three of you enjoy dinner. When the meal is finished, you clear the table, putting leftovers away and loading the dishwasher as the men retire to the living room. You make two after dinner cocktails serving them to Steve and Lloyd before perching yourself on Steve's knee when he pats it. Steve speaks about work, both men sharing the little information they could about various projects before Lloyd drains his glass, the tension hanging in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It was time for the festivities to get started.

Steve helps you to your feet before standing, one last minute check in before he leaves you to Lloyd’s devices.

“Colors?”

“Red, yellow, green”

“Safe word?”

“Brooklyn.”

Steve turns his attention to Lloyd.

“She’s all yours.”

The words barely leave his mouth and Lloyd was on you, fisting your hair and forcing you to your knees. The carpet burns your skin as he drags you across the floor, sitting into an armchair as you settle between his thighs. There’s no ignoring the bulge straining against the front of his trousers, your fingers seeking to help before Lloyd slaps them away before they can reach the button of his fly.

“No hands, pumpkin. I wanna see what that throat can do.”

He pops open the button and drags down his zipper in one motion, his cock easily springing free since he chose to go commando. You’re mesmerized, eyes carving a path from his full sack to the fat mushroom tip with pre-cum leaking from the slit. Steve’s cock was still the best you’ve ever had, but this one you knew was going to be a close second.

“Speechless?” Lloyd chuckles, shimmying out of his pants and shaking them off his legs, kicking them to the side. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and straining against his grip to sample a taste of his nectar as he uses it to help guide his hand back and forth on his cock. “It’s ok,” he shushes your whimpers, tapping his fat head against your tongue. “I don’t need you to talk.”

Giving no warning he surges forward, filling your throat with the length of him. Gagging around him his grip is strong, leaving you nowhere to go as he mercilessly skull fucks you. From the grunts and groans coming from above he’s enjoying himself, a slew of curse words overflowing from his mouth when he sinks back into the chair bringing you with him. He holds you down on him, the patch of hair sprouting around his pubic bone tickling your nose.

“That’s it, you can take it.” Lloyd spits, huffing deeply as your throat constricts around him. “That’s a good whore. This is what you’re made for. Taking all of me down that whore throat of yours.”

Everything in your field of vision is a blur, black tears from your mascara mixing with snot and spit running from your nose and corners of your mouth. Fog is beginning to overtake your senses as your body heaves, your lungs pleading for a breath of fresh air. Just as the darkness begins to overtake you Lloyd pulls himself from you, slapping your face to grab your attention while you suck in precious oxygen you were denied.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, I’m not even close to being finished with your holes.” Stroking his cock soaked in your saliva he shifts his ass to the edge of the chair, lifting his legs and bringing his knees close to his chest. Forcing your face back between his legs he sighs when you instinctively start to lick his balls, the sound of you lapping at his skin falling into rhythm with his hand jacking himself off.

“Don’t be shy, you know what I want.” It’s not a request, but a command, Lloyd’s hand pushing you to the puckered hole between his cheeks.

“Oh Fuck!” He cries out when your tongue flicks along his taint before you slowly lave along the rim of his asshole.

“God, you’ve got a good slut here Rogers.” Lloyd tosses in Steve’s direction. “I didn’t believe you at first, but fuck if she isn’t an obiedient nasty little thing.”

Back and forth you flit your tongue over Lloyd’s back hole, pride warming your heart when his eyes roll back in his head. His fist is flying along his length, the veins of his cock pulsing to the same beat of your needy empty cunt.

“So fucking good…” Lloyd’s voice trails off when you push the tip of your tongue past the right ring of muscle. From your place between his legs you have the best seat in the house, watching Lloyd’s chest rise and fall with each heady breath, his plump lips hanging open in an “o” under a thick mustache that you hope you’ll get to ride later. You can’t help it, sliding your hand up your dress and under your panties humming against Lloyd when you sink two fingers inside of your slick pussy. The punishment for not asking permission is worth it.

“Shit I’m gonna… fuck!” Lloyd jerks your head back, stroking his cock over your face, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. The first ropes of cum cover your face, sticky seed dripping from your chin as you try and catch some in your mouth. You don’t want to waste a drop but there’s just so much.

“Ah..oh.. pumpkin we’re just getting this night started.” Lloyd leans over your body while catching his breath, ripping your hand from your cunt he then smacks your ass. Hard. “I don’t remember telling you to fuck yourself. But I guess it’s hard not to when you’re a slut.”

Your dress falls in ruins to the floor when Lloyd rips it from your body, your thong suffering the same fate. Finally he gives you some reprieve, and you almost cum when his thumb runs up the cut of you and circles your clit.

“Tonight you belong to me.” He sneers in your ear, manhandling you into position so your cum stained face is in full view of Steve. “Your holes, your orgasms, your service, all mine. From now until I’m done you call me Sir. You understand?”

You nod, Lloyd’s palm connecting with your cheek again as he tsks in disgust. “Use your words dummy.”

“Yes Sir,” you croak, your fingers curling into the carpet when he positions you how he wants, your back in a deep arch so your cunt is on full display. Back at full attention he teases his cock along your petals, coating himself with your juices before sliding into your tight, wet, heat.

“Hold on pumpkin.” Lloyd sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping against your ass, the sounds of the flesh filling the room.

“I’m going to do things to you tonight that your daddy is scared to do.”

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omg yes rafe getting rimmed

i’m so glad we are on board- gonna start writing a sub!rafe ask rn and i’ll add rimming into it🤭