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On the eleventh day of Christmas…

𝔏𝔩𝔬𝔶𝔡’𝔰 𝔑𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔶 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ boyfriend!Lloyd Hansen x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut (minors dni!!!)

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ The Gray Man

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 3.7K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ Lloyd's been working a lot lately and rarely coming home. It's been a pretty lonely December, so you take matters into your own hands. You'll get his attention one way or another...

a/n - you ever been fucked till you dumb? Well this is the best way I can describe that. I hope y’all enjoy!

The December nights are cold, but Lloyd's absence makes them a lot colder. His work consumes him entirely, leaving me alone in our home, yearning for that man's deadly touch that seems worlds away. The city lights are my only comfort, but tonight, I plan to change that.

The hum of surveillance screens and tapping of keyboards fills the dark room as Lloyd sits back, holding a photo of his target and waiting to hear some good news. He swirls half a glass of whiskey in his hand as he lets out a harsh breath of impatience in response to the employees' failure to useful present information. His brow furrows as he rubs his temples.

"Come on, guys, give me something. Anything!" He shouts loudly in an irritated tone. It'd been a while since he had a target this difficult to find. The employees flinch at the hostility in his voice and glance at each other. A young man, one of the employees, hesitantly raises his head from his screen to make eye contact with Lloyd, as he attempts to speak up. The man's words come out shaky and hesitant as he speaks in a trembling voice, clearly afraid of Lloyd's reaction to whatever he has to say.

"W- Well, Sir," He stutters nervously before speaking in a soft tone with an uncertain look in his eyes, "...We...we're trying... b-but we haven't been able to... track him down. It's almost impossible t- to find a lead on him..."

"Almost impossible," Lloyd echoes menacingly as he stands up, chuckling to himself and setting his glass down. His expression becomes even more cold and heartless as his intimidating glare turns towards the young worker. "I don't give a donkey's dick how hard it is to find him! I don't pay you shitheads for your excuses. Now, do your goddamn jobs and we can all go home, sound good?" He says in a condescending tone.

The young man lowers his head out of fear, remaining silent along with everyone else in the room No one dares to speak another word, not wanting to anger their boss any further. The only sound to be heard is the harsh breathing of Lloyd as he slumps back down in his seat, his icy blue eyes glaring at the large screen, searching for any ideas on where to find this guy. He takes another sip from his glass. It seems like this is going to be a long night.

Meanwhile, at home, I find myself dressed in my best lingerie, moving through the place while drinking a glass of red wine. I check myself out in the mirror in the hallway, smiling contently as I tease my hair a bit. The lights are dimmed and I make my way to the living room, where I have my laptop set up.

Sitting on the couch, I set my glass down and start tapping away on my computer. A mischievous smirk plays on my face as I access the screens at Lloyd's location, causing them to go dark for a moment.

At the center of the room, seated at his desk, Lloyd notices the sudden flickering of the screens in front of him before they all simultaneously go dark.

"What the hell happened?!" He asks in irritation. He glances around searching for a source of the interference, unable to determine what the issue was.

"You!" He points to one of his employees, who looks nervously back at him. "Get these shits back on now!" He demands as he stands up abruptly, his chair falling back from the force.

"I- I- I'm trying, Sir. It seems like something is interfering with the connection-" He's unable to finish his sentence as he's grabbed by the collar and Lloyd glares angrily into his eyes. He throws out threats of what will happen if the screens aren't up and running in the next ten seconds, not quite realizing that his screens are being accessed remotely by a rather clever woman who seems to have a plan brewing in her mind.

The terrified man struggles to speak while trying to free himself from Lloyd's iron grip. Lloyd lets out a harsh growl as he watches his workers try to fix the problem quickly. The atmosphere is thick, most of them too scared to concentrate properly under the pressure.

In an instant, the screens come back on. However, instead of footage of the target, it seems they are broadcasting live surveillance of Lloyd's home. Confused, he lets go of his employee, staring at the screen. His eyes widen when he sees me, wrapped in a black silk robe, sprawled out on the bed as I sip some wine.

"What the hell?" Lloyd is taken by surprise as he's unable to take his eyes off the screen, completely perplexed by the unexpected scene. He raises an eyebrow as he watches me lounging on the bed, my seductive red lips slowly sipping from my glass as I look directly into the camera. He knows this is my doing. Suddenly, his anger and frustration from the previous moments dissipate.

His employees look around at each other in confusion, unsure of what was going on.

"Goddamn it," Lloyd whispers to himself, annoyed with the situation, yet somehow drawn to the sight of my bare legs peeking out from the robe. My dark skin gives off a soft glow in the low lighting, mesmerizing everyone in the room. Still unable to look away, he takes a few steps closer to the screen, his gaze following every single movement of mine.

I bite my lip as I tug on the tie that holds my robe together, causing it to fall open. Underneath, he and everyone in the room can see my lacy red lingerie on the screen. There's an audible gasp from all the employees in the room as the screen lights up with the unexpected visuals, everyone's eyes immediately drawn to my seductive undergarments that cling to my body perfectly and reveal every curve.

Lloyd is completely captivated by the sight, my eyes shooting naughty glances at the camera as if begging him to come to me. The room is completely still as everyone stares at the screen, too stunned by my sexy reveal to do anything else.

Diverting his attention to the group and realizing that the entire room has their gaze fixed on my show on the monitor, Lloyd furrows his brow in anger.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" He shouts furiously, his darkening glare sending chills down their spines as they realize what they'd been doing. They immediately turn away from the screen and nervously look elsewhere. Lloyd looks back at the screen. I take another sip of wine before tipping the glass, letting the wine trickle down my gorgeous body as I continue to stare into the camera. The more he watches, the more aroused he becomes. The image of me teasingly stroking my body burned into his mind, reminding him of what was waiting for him at home. He just better not keep me waiting too long.

Lloyd swallows hard as he reaches into his pocket and dials my number into his phone, pressing it tightly to his ear and waiting to hear my voice.

I smirk as I hear my phone vibrating beside me. I take my eyes off the camera, answering the phone as I toss my hair over my shoulder.

"Hello~" He almost lets out a groan from the sound of my sultry voice. His eyes are still glued to the screen as he watches me cross my legs. Despite the distance between us, he can't stop himself from fantasizing about every single thing he'd do to me if he were with me.

"Why, hello..." Lloyd starts in a husky tone, his words coming out a bit slower than usual. "Being naughty now, are we?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." I lie, looking back into the camera. "I'm just sitting here, enjoying a glass of wine. How's work? You must be so busy right now." While my tone is innocent, my mischievous smile gives me away.

"Uh-huh..." He can't hide his smirk as he notices my sarcasm. He knows I'm being playful and trying to stir him up. Despite his frustration over the earlier situation, he can't help but find my teasingly seductive attitude amusing and attractive. "Work is... work. Busy as always." He pauses for a moment to chuckle to himself. "But, the funniest thing just happened over here. Care to guess what that is?"

"Oh, baby, you know I'm bad at guessing games. I always guess wrong." I reply, fake pouting. I can almost hear the smirk on his face growing wider. He's enjoying this back-and-forth teasing, it's hot! It's a game, like a dance, I have to keep moving to his rhythm.

"That's okay, cupcake," Lloyd replies, his tone turning seductive. "If you guess wrong, I have a few ways to make you... beg for the correct answer~" I can feel the heat rising all over my body, his words slowly and menacingly turning into something more suggestive and threatening. I try not to show how much the sound of his smooth voice and cocky attitude is affecting me, but I'm getting turned on more and more by every word he speaks. I almost lose concentration on what I was planning, but I stand my ground.

"I have no idea what could be going on over there, honey. Did you get that target you were after?" I ask coyly, standing up from the bed and walking over to the nightstand to set my glass down. I put the phone on speaker as I let my robe fall to the floor, revealing a thong with a chain with Lloyd's name engraved in it. I act as if I don't know the camera is there, or that he's in a room full of people and I climb back onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Not yet, Princess. I've got a new task tonight," He tells me, making me curious.

"Oh really? And what's that?" I inquire.

"Santa's gotta punish someone who's on the naughty list." He hangs up the phone, and I have to try and contain my excitement, knowing I'm still on their screens. I stand back up, taking my glass to the kitchen to refill it while I eagerly wait for Lloyd's arrival.

Once my glass is filled, I make my way back to the bedroom, picking a record out from our collection. I set it on the record player and set the mood, smiling to myself. It's only a matter of time before he gets here and, knowing him, he's running every red light and cutting everyone off to get to me. As the record starts to play, I sit back on the bed, letting the sensual music fill the room. I close my eyes as I lean back, fantasizing about the things Lloyd is gonna do to me. I picture what will happen when he first walks through that door, finding me with my legs spread and his name engraved on my thong. Just the thought excites me.

“And there she is…" Lloyd mutters under his breath as enters the room and spots me, sitting on the bed, looking incredibly delicious. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets as he smirks at me. I open my eyes and sit up, startled slightly by his sudden presence.

“You’re home early,” I say, regaining my composure. I try not to melt under his smoldering gaze as he stalks towards me.

“You miss me?” He questions with a crooked grin.

"Of course, I missed you. It's been a while since you've been home. A girl like me gets lonely pretty quick." I reply as I stand up, looking at him innocently.

"You poor thing," He teases sarcastically, his eyes running up and down my body as he looks down at me. He brings his fingers up and grazes the strap of my lingerie, caressing the fabric. He slides it off my shoulder and I can literally feel the heat radiating from his proximity to me as he stands towering over me, the smell of his cologne enveloping me.

"You must be so proud of yourself, Y/N..." He starts.

"For what, darling?" I feign ignorance as if I don't know exactly what he means. Without warning, Lloyd grabs me by the throat and pulls me towards him. I inhale sharply at the unexpected action as he leans down.

"That stunt you pulled was clever, cupcake. I'm impressed." He whispers against my neck. I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I hold onto his wrist to support myself. " I hope you're ready for the consequences~" I can literally feel the power of his hold on my neck as he brings his lips even closer to mine, making my throat tighten under his grip. His breath is hot against my skin as he breathes into my ear. His words send shivers through my core.

"You can play innocent all you want," He growls out lowly, his free hand moving down to grip my thigh possessively. Lloyd pulls me even closer against his growing bulge. "I'm gonna enjoy punishing you." I can't help but tremble slightly as his words fill me with a mix of excitement and fear. A smile widens across my face as I press myself against his crotch and lean into his touch, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of his strong hands on my body and the adrenaline rushing through me. It's a challenge to keep my knees from buckling.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to break you." His grip on my throat tightens slightly as his hand moves up my thigh, dangerously close to where he knows my body aches for him. "But first, you're going to get on your knees for me." I gulp audibly as he releases my throat, leaning against his body. "On your knees... now..." The fact that I'm unable to resist him is even hotter. I slowly move down till my eyes are level with this groin.

"That's a good girl," Lloyd's fingers tangle themselves into my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him. He starts to undo his belt buckle and unzips his pants. I don't break eye contact as I reach up to pull his boxers down, revealing his thick, hard length to me. My mouth falls open instinctively, watering with anticipation. His free hand slides down my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw.

"I'm going to take you apart piece by piece and I'm gonna love every second of it." He guides my head forwards, forcing his throbbing cock into my eager mouth. He groans deeply as I take him in all the way, his grip on my hair tightening. He starts to thrust gently, pushing deeper into my throat each time. I moan around him as my tongue swirls against his skin. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as my throat stretches to accommodate his size.

Lloyd thrusts into my mouth slowly, inching deeper every time and barely allowing me room to breathe. I grip his thighs tightly as I focus hard to prevent myself from gagging. I look up at him with doe eyes as his cock pulses in my mouth.

His eyes darken further, watching my struggle. He pulls back slightly, giving me a moment to catch my breath before pushing back in deeper, causing me to let out muffled moan as he hits the back of my throat. He looks down at me, his breath heavy as he picks up speed. "That's it, baby. Take all of me."

As I feel the familiar sting in my throat, I can't help but whimper around his cock. My eyes roll back, my body shuddering with need. I try to match his rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his thick shaft. I squeeze my eyes shut as he assaults my throat, slobber dribbling down the sides of my mouth.

Lloyd's fingers dig into my hair as he leans forward, his hips slamming against my face. He growls low in his throat, the vibrations causing my entire body to tremble. With one last forceful thrust, pulling my head as close as possible, he finally releases me. I gasp heavily as I fall forward onto my hands, whimpering softly as I catch my breath.

Lloyd's breathing is ragged as he watches me recover. His hands shake slightly as he tries to regain control. “On the bed, naughty girl. We’re not finished yet.” Trembling slightly, I scramble onto the bed, my body aching for more of his touch. He tosses he’s shirt to the side and steps out of his pants and boxers, flexing his muscles slightly as he approaches me. My eyes never leave his as he climbs onto the bed, towering above me. “Uh-uh, princess. Turn over and toot that ass up real nice for me.”

I obey his command, rolling over onto my stomach. My heart is pounding in anticipation as I feel him approach from behind. He unclips my bra in one swift motion and I toss it onto the floor. Lloyd's hands run over his engraved name on my thong and then grip my hips tightly, moving the fabric to the side as he positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his length against my soaked slit, eliciting another whimper from me. With a growl, he forces himself inside, inch by inch, stretching me into submission.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, pounding into me. I arch my back, trying to take more of him. His hands roam down my sides, digging into my flesh as he takes me harder and faster. I moan out as my hands ball up the sheets. The headboard slams into the wall as Lloyd pounds into me, his skin slapping against mine. He leans over to grab my hips, pulling me back into him.

He forces my face into the bedsheets as he pushes his full length into me. My screams of pleasure reverberate off the walls, the only other sounds heard being the sloppy smacking of his cock into my wetness. I feel the climax rising within me, my pussy dripping as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I heave heavily as I try my hardest to hold it in. But Lloyd doesn’t make it easy.

He smacks my ass hard, leaving a visible handprint in my dark skin. The sting of it only serves to turn me on even more.

“You’re such a slut, getting turned on this much by your punishment!” He grunts as he smacks my ass again, causing me to yelp in pleasure.

“Is this what you wanted, cupcake?” He questions as he thrusts harder and yanks my head back by my thick curls. “You wanted my attention so bad you went and messed with my toys?” I gasp as I feel him hit that spot inside me over and over again. I can only respond with unintelligible nonsense between my moans, Lloyd’s hips slamming into my ass with punishing force. He's relentless, driving into me with a fierce determination that leaves me breathless.

Unable to hold it any longer, my orgasm flows over me and I soak him, the sheets, and my thong with my juices. Although he doesn’t slow down. Instead he continues to drill into me, splashing my arousal all over the sheets. He uses his grip on my hair to pull me towards him as he fucks me senseless.

My voice comes out hoarse and strangled as I feel lightheaded. “I-I can’t take any more,” I manage to choke out between pants, my voice shaky.

"Oh, you can take it," he growls, pulling out only to slam back in with a force that steals what little breath I had left. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he takes me roughly. As if sensing that I was about to collapse, he picks up the pace, driving deeper and harder. My body tenses, anticipation coursing through me.

"Lloyd!" I scream his name, my body quaking violently under his assault as my second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My voice echoes in the room as my walls clench around him. He groans deep in his throat, his own release imminent.

Lloyd grunts and grits his teeth as he comes, his hips ramming into me with an unyielding ferocity. He bites down hard on his lip to suppress a scream as he spills his cum deep inside me. The force of his orgasm is enough to send shudders through my body. He lies there for a few moments, his weight pinning me to the bed.

Finally, he pulls out of me with a loud, satisfied moan. His hands run through his sweat-drenched hair, abs glistening in the light. He pants heavily, watching as my body falls in a slumped heap on the bed, cum dripping out of my cunt.

“Now, you gonna be a good girl for me and let Daddy get his work done?” He asks me in a husky voice as a small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. I’m still catching my breath, looking over at him with hooded eyes. I give him a slow nod, biting my lip gently.

“Good girls use their voice~” Lloyd reminds me, placing his hand on my hip and caressing it.

“Yes, daddy… I’ll behave.” I respond, knowing full well I intend to act up again.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, rubbing my back softly.

“Do you have to go back right now?” I inquire as I watch him stand up.

Lloyd shakes his head, “No, not yet. I have some time. I’ll deal with that shit show tomorrow.” He smirks at me, his eyes filled with mischief. He gives me a wink as he walks out of the room to go get something to clean me up with.

Meanwhile, back at work, all of Lloyd’s employees stare at the live footage of his room, shocked, embarrassed, and slightly turned on by the show. If only I’d remembered to turn off the broadcast. Oh well…

Warnings: 18+, choking, face slapping, degredation, slight daddy kink

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The sound of locks being turned woke you, your head snapping to your left as you quickly sat upright on the cold floor, your mind whirring at a million miles per hour, trying to rake through memories of how you could have possibly ended up in this mess.

“Rise and shine pumpkin” a male voice called out sinisterly, the door to the dark cellar opening letting the outside light shine in, you blinked rapidly as you waited for your eyes to adjust to the bright light. “Wh-where am i? Who are you?” you ask, voice trembling.

The man slowly came into view, he was actually pretty attractive all things considered. His expensive loafers sqeaky clean, his muscles bulging in his tight black polo and at just the sight of his 90s porn stache, you felt your heat becoming wet. Shame running through your veins as you looked up at him, eyes watering with innocence.

“The names Lloyd, I’m sure your wondering how you ended up here. I can say your not the sharpest knife in the drawer sweets, but thats just how i like them” he said accentuating his last few words, his cold blue eyes piercing into you as stood, leaning his body weight towards you.

A strike of panic surged through you, without thinking of the possible consequences you bolted towards the door. Running as fast as your legs could take you, your heart beating out of your chest. Needless to say, you didn't get very far before Lloyds muscular bicep wrapped around your neck, dragging you backwards. You yelp as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, to no avail. "You really shouldn't have done that sunshine."

He spins you around, holding you tightly against his chest as his hand roughly wraps around your neck, forcing you to look up into his eyes as his masssive body towers over your much smaller frame. Suddenly his hand strikes out against your check, your head whips sideways, your skin instantly turning red. Your eyes fill up with tears, squealing as you stare at him in shock.

He slowly backs you against the wall “I'm sorry sweetheart was daddy too harsh on you?" he chuckled.

"Dumb little girls like you just bring out that side of me."

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 4/50

Character; Lloyd Hansen

Kink; Man handling

Dialogue; “Be a good girl and open wide.”

Requested by; Lara! <3

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.

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You already know Lloyd hasn’t had a good day at work when you hear the front door to your shared penthouse slam shut. Your heart rate instantly spiking upon his entrance.

You hated when he was angry, he always seemed to take out his stress and aggression on you, which you didn’t mind at first of course, but after a while being punished for something you didn’t do began to take a toll.

Lloyd would protect you from everything the world had to offer, except himself. As you sat on the couch you heard him slam his keys down against the bench and storm towards the living room.

He rounded the corner, his expensive white pants drew your attention in an instant making his thick muscular thighs look incredible. His black tight polo showed off his bulging muscles and broad shoulders, his hair was slicked back as always , his 90s porn stache making your knees feel weak. You stood up slowly and spoke softly

“Hey baby, how was your da-“

Your words cut off as Lloyd stormed towards you, holding your throat in a tight grip while he bent you over the couch. Before you could even respond he pulled your soaked panties down to your thighs, his fingers roughly running back and forth in between your pussy lips before taking his cock out of his boxers, rubbing his thick swollen tip against your entrance.

His hand travelled from your throat to hold your mouth shut, silencing you as he roughly pushed his fat cock inside of you, bottoming out in one thrust. You screamed out behind his hand, your pussy clenching around his thick shaft. He groaned in your ear mumbling a low “Shut your mouth.”

His hips pounding against your ass, sure to leave bruises. His heavy balls slapping your clit while his hands moved to grip your waist, holding you still while he fucks his cock deeper into your tight hole. “F-fuck Lloyd.. Oh god i can’t take it, i can’t take it, Your so big.” you moaned writhing on his dick.

“Fuckin’ whore actin’ like you don’t love this fat cock tearing your pussy apart.” he roared.

He pulled out spinning you around and forcing you onto your knees “m’ gonna cum in your mouth, want you t’ swallow my fuckin’ kids you fuckin’ whore.” he growled as he jerked his dick off over your face.

“Be a good girl and open wide.” he snarled while he grabbed the back of your head, tilting your face upwards ensuring you stared into his cold blues.

Your lips parted as he shoved his cock down your throat, you gagged and sputtered around his length as he groaned, his cum spurting in thick ropes down your throat.

The taste of his salty pleasure running down into your belly as you swallowed his load yet he kept his member warm in your throat, not wanting to pull out just yet. His cock grew flaccid in your mouth as he wiped your tears with his thumb.

You knew Lloyd wasn’t the right man for you, too aggressive, volatile, savage… but god did you wish he was. You knew you would need to find a way to leave him one day, this life wasn’t made for you. You’d be lying if you said it’d be easy. You knew it would only be a matter of time.

That man would cross hell, heaven and earth before he gave up on you.

All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

『𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐨.』

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☪︎ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢! ☪︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐊𝐞𝐲- 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (✯), 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 (♱), 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (❀), 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (☹)

『𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒』

nomad steve’s a munch?

steve + breeding kink

steve has a foot fetish

『𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍』

club owner! ari

『𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍』

lloyd + boot worship + ball sucking

『𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄』

subby ransom + mommy kink

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. 

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha 

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here. 

“Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

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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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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

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

Pairing; Dark!Club Owner Ari x Shy!Reader

Warnings; dark themes, unbalanced power dynamic, daddy kink, no smut in this part but as usual Minors Please DNI!!

Summary; You knew it was a bad idea showing up to the most notorious club in the city, but it’s your best friend’s birthday and you can’t say no, right? So, what happens when the owner himself, Ari Levinson, spots you at the bar, claiming you as his own from the moment he laid eyes on you.

It’s finally here! The first instalment of my very first series, apologies for no smut but i promise the next part will be very smutty to make up for it 👀 bare in mind this is just the introduction!!! please don’t be afraid to ask questions and remember to reblog and comment💗 i love to hear your guys feedback!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

You climb out of the uber, reaching to pull the hem of your dress down as you and your friends stumble towards the club.

You had finally agreed to try out the biggest club in the city, "Cherry Bomb.” Since it was your best friend Sarah's birthday your group decided it was only fair she could choose which clubs you were going to tour for the night. You had been putting it off ever since the opening night a few months ago, the reputation not being something you had particularly wished to be involved with.

All you knew was bad things happened there, and from what you had heard the owners, Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen, two brothers in arms, were so cruel and unforgiving that even the richest men in the city dared not to step foot in the place, and those who did shortly regretted it. Their names were known around the streets, the most notorious club owners to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to them, more money under their belt than the government itself.

An incident a few weeks back had became the talk of the town, according to Sarah a well known patron had gotten a little handsy with one of the clubs dancers and when he was given a warning to back off, he refused. Claiming he spent enough money in the club grounds to do as he pleased, including groping innocent dancers without permission.

Long story short the bouncers ended up forcibly removing the man, cussing and struggling on his way out of course, you know, the usual druken male rage and feeling of entitlement. Seemed like a pretty convenient coincidense that the exact same night the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley, his face practically unrecognisible.

It wasn't long before the 'rumour' was quickly snuffed out. They were good at that, making things.. people, dissapear. Almost as if it never happened... as if they never exhisted.

Now that you were standing infront of it, you couldn't deny, it was beautiful. Even from the outside, the bright neon sign glowing in the moonlight, multiple bouncers blocking the large glass stained doors, making sure to check each persons id before unhooking the stanchion, allowing said persons entry. The queue seeming endless.

Lucky for you, your friends had been gifted VIP tickets, you didn't even bother to ask who they got those from, or how. You didn't want to know. You flashed your id at the pretty bouncer, his buzzed hair, large muscles and stern face making it quite obvious as to why he had the job he did.

You bounced your foot as he scanned over your card before opening the barrier and letting you inside. Sarah was quick to grip each of your hands, practically dragging you inside once you began to hesitate, not wanting you to change your mind so soon.

"Come on, babe, let's get those sweet legs moving!" Sarah hollers from ahead, her hand intertwined with your own as the rest of the girls hurried towards a booth.

"I-I don't know if this is a good idea, Sare.." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers as she tugged you towards your friends and giving you a slight nudge into the cushioned seats, the red velvet material instantly soothing your hot thighs as you sat.

She reached down, holding your cheeks in both hands and facing you towards herself, sliding into the booth next to you "Listen, i know you're worried and if it makes you feel better i promise we can leave and go somewhere else, but just give it a try, please...for me?" she pleaded, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes.

"You know i can't resist that face." you whined as she cheered.

As you slowly got more drunk you began to forget why you didn't want to visit. The atmosphere was astronomical, the whole club being fit for royalty. The girls hooted and hollered as you trotted off towards the bar on your way to buy in a round of drinks. You waited at the bar with your card in hand but as you went to hand it over to the bartender he paused you.

“It’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, a smile on his face. He was handsome in all fairness, standing at around 6'2, his bright blonde locks and pretty blue eyes causing you to pause for a moment before giving him a puzzled look, tilting your head sideways.

“Is it a nightly special or something? I didn’t see anything about free drinks on the poster outside…” you begin yet he’s already scuttling off to take another couples order, shooting you a sly smile over his shoulder. Leaving you even more confused than before.

You slowly reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to spin around in shock, ready to fight off any unwanted men. You pause yet again, having to look up to catch the mans face.

His 6’5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful strobe lights, looking down at you with a slight smirk. His dark beard covered most of his face and his long curtains framed his godly sculpted face. Even with his suit on his arms bulged through the material, his thick biceps almost bigger than your head.

You shortly snapped out of your daze as his leather gloved hand squeezed your arm. “C-Can i help you, sir?” you stammered, worried incase you had been caught gauking.

He laughs “Not even a thankyou, Sweetheart? I thought you’d have better manners than that.” he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. You stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as they were lodged in the back of your throat.

“I’m kidding, name’s Ari…you gonna’ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonna’ keep starin’ at me with those pretty eyes?”

“A-Ari as in… Levinson?” you question, swallowing harshly as the nerves quickly built in your stomach.

He shakes his head gently with a smirk "So you know me, huh?"

Your eyes widen at the realisation of who the mystery man is, your arms instantly beginning to shake, your card still in hand. You were never good at dealing with situations such as this one, always being labled as the 'shy girl' of your group. Sarah being the complete opposite. Usually men in this situation would back off, sensing your uncomfortable trembles and leaving you alone, but not Ari. If anything the smirk on his face grew wider at the sense of your fear.

"Steve, why don't you head over to booth two, give the girls their shots." Ari calls out towards the handsome bartender from earlier.

The man, Steve, is at your side in an instant "No prob man, have fun you two." he winks, collecting the glasses and sauntering off with a wink.

Ari shakes his head with a laugh, “Why don’t you come with me.” he leans down to whisper in your ear. The vibration of his vocals in your ears sending shivers down your spine before he struts forwards, holding out his thick palm for you to grab on to, and almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation. Sliding your smaller palm into his own as he led you through the club.

Your nerves never allowed you to talk much, or make your own decisions, that being the reason you followed the stranger without any question asked, which is exactly why Sare was usually always there to do it for you. But, your drunken confidence had allowed you to go to the bar alone, which you were beginning to really regret. Your confidence being blown out of the park as the attractive beast watched you from infront with a careful eye.

Shortly you arried at the unknown destination, trailing nervously behind Ari as he unlocked a large door, which was infact bolted shut. He pushed open the door, looking down at you, edging you to enter, and so you did. Your eyes lit up as they searched the vast room, expensive furnature lining the room, bottles of champagne worth more than your house filling the cupboards above his desk.

Ari pushed the door closed, moving to sit on a cushioned purple chair, his thick thighs spread wide as he removed his gloves, pouring himself, and you, a glass of his finest drink. His cold eyes beckoned you forwards, your legs shaking as you stepped towards him, standing inbetween his spread legs.

He patted his thigh with one hand "Sit." he called out, his voice sweet yet stern.

You looked at him shocked, your lips parting slightly, were you really going to sit on his lap? A man you just met? Who you didn't even know? "I-I don't think i should Mr Levinson." you whispered.

His eyes grew shades darker at your refusal, not even giving you time to debate your decisions he reached out, gripping your waist in his thick palm and pulling you down, sitting you sideways on his lap as you gasp in shock. His other hand pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you squirmed under the pressure.

"Pretty girl, next time i ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. You understand?" he asked in a low growl.

You swallowed your nerves and nodded gently under his deep gaze, your body trembling.

"Ah ah, words baby."

"Yes, M-Mr Levinson, I-I understand."

Ari groaned underneath his breath, not understanding how lucky he had gotten that a pretty little thing like you would just waltse right in at the perfect moment, almost as if you were made for him. Like a lamb in a lions den. "As much as i love the way you say my name, call me Ari, sweet girl."

Again, you followed his command. "Yes, Ari."

"Good girl." he rumbled, pulling your bottom lip gently inbetween his index and thumb, loving the way you felt on his lap. Your innocence and submissive nature automatically triggering his dominance, his cock growing hard in his slacks as your plump ass squirmed on his knee.

You keened at his praise, a fluttery feeling appearing in your lower half. Of course Ari noticed this, the way your pussy pulsated on his thigh told him all he needed to know.

"You ever been with a man before, sweetheart?" Ari asks while he strokes your hair, not even having to shout due to the soundproof room blocking out the clubs music.

"Um, n-no i haven't, my Grandma wouldn't really approve of that sort of stuff, she said i should wait till m-marriage." you whisper shyly.

Ari blows out a puff of air at your innocence, desperately trying to control himself. All he wants is to ruin you, in every way you can imagine, and more. He smirks, leaning into your shoulder, pressing his nose against your sensitive neck and taking a deep inhale. Groaning softly, your sweet scent driving his instincts wild.

"Your Grandma seems like a very smart lady, little girl. You live with just her, huh?"

"Yeah, i never really knew my m-mom and dad, and my grandpa died shorly after i was born s-so it's pretty much always just been me and her. She does her best to take care of me, taught me everything i know." you speak with a bright smile, Ari notices how your stutter stopped when talking about her, he thought it was sweet, how much you must care about her.

However, the dark side of his mind was quick to take a seat, the realisation that you never had a father figure making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he could be that for you, and knowing you needed a strong man like him in your life to make all those decisions for you.

"I think i changed my mind, baby. Why don't you call me daddy from now on, mkay?" he spoke softly, yet the edge in his tone still clear.

"D-Daddy?" you muttered, confused as to why he would want you to call him that.

He moaned hearing your sweet voice call him by his new found title. Taking a deep breath, he sighed, choosing not to elaborate on his previous statement. "Good girl. I'm gonna' take care of you from now on, yeah? Anything you need, you come to me. Pass me your phone, sweet girl."

"Oh, i-i don't have a phone.. daddy."

Ari's eyebrows knit together softly "You don't have a phone? Why not?"

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "We uhm, w-we can't really afford that sort of stuff."

"Well that just won't do." he speaks in a teasing tone, tickling your waist making you giggle softly.

Suddenly a loud bang causes you to shoot upright, you quickly dash off Ari's lap, moving to stand away from him, his office door slamming shut as a tall moustached man enters. Your eyes widen in fright, knowing how violent the man standing infront of you truly was. You knew who he was too, Sare had told you plenty of stories about the cruel Lloyd Hansen. You often wondered if he even had a soul.

"Man it's fuckin' packed down there, what the fuck are you doing up here." the man groans, not even noticing you until he turns. He lifts his sunglasses, staring you down, his eyes scanning over your figure, pausing and licking his lips at the soft flesh beneath the cut of your dress, your pretty pink dress having ridden up your thighs.

"Lloyd." Ari bellows, sighing in annoyance at his disruption.

A smirk similar to Ari's appears on the man, Lloyd's, face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he speaks in a sultry voice. He begins his descent in your direction and the second gets a little too close, Ari shoots up out of his seat, moving to stand infront of you. A low rumble vibrating through his chest.

Ari stood slightly taller than Lloyd, with broader shoulders and thicker legs, the muscles in his back visible as he stood infront of you, almost as if he was protecting you, a hand wrapped around your hips rubbing his thumb in circular motions over your dress….and of course the most important detail, his luscious full beard compared to Lloyds 90s porn stache. They stared each other down, asserting some sort of dominance over one another… Ari seemingly winning as Lloyd begins to back up.

He lets out a chuckle, lifting his hands in a surrender position, taking a few steps back. "I mean no harm, just wanna' ask the pretty girl for her name, s'all."

You begin to quiver yet again, Lloyd's presence scaring you back into your shell. His dangerous aura sending goosebumps across your trembling figure. "I-I think i sh-should go." you whisper, tugging at the hem of your dress in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.

"Don't move, sweets. Lloyd. Get the fuck out of here man." Ari bellows.

“I think you’ll find this club is mine just as much as it is yours, big bro. C’mon. Introduce me to the beauty.” he chucked yet again, probably at Ari’s fury. Steam was practically pouring out of his ears at this point. He didn’t even want Lloyd looking at you, nevermind talking to you.

“I mean it Lloyd get the fuck outta’ here man-“

Before he can stop you, you make a quick dash for the door and at the sound of Ari's resistance your legs carry you quicker than you could've ever imagined. Not looking back once as you pull the door open, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

You take a deep, your chest heaving at the stress of the situation, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and making your descent down the club stairs, shaking your head in confusion and fear, eager to find your friends, craving their comfort and hearing a hushed "You fuckin' asshole." in the distance.