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witchywithwhiskey · 4 months ago

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Alright, Molly, let’s try this again ❤️

What if I say Lloyd Hansen and 1-800-Cupid? 😌 Does that strike your fancy?

be my cupid

pairing: boyfriend!lloyd hansen x female reader

summary: when your boyfriend is away on a work trip for valentine's day, you have a plan to make it special. but then he surprises you with an even more exciting present that you weren't expecting.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, light bdsm, light dom/sub, sir kink, praise kink, finger sucking, aftercare, pet names, established relationship, some insecurity from reader and reassurance from lloyd

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i'm so happy you sent in the "1-800-Cupid" prompt!! i was hoping someone would because it seemed so fun. i really like the idea i came up with for this one—and i think it works perfectly with lloyd! thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

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“Thank you for calling 1-800-Cupid,” you trilled into the phone, unable to bite back the smile that had spread across your face when you saw the name Lloyd Hansen appear on the screen. “I’m your personal cupid, here to connect you with your true love.”

“My ‘true love’?” The familiar voice on the other end of the line scoffed with an ungentlemanly snort.

You could practically hear the whiskers of his mustache twitch as his mouth twisted into a playful sneer. Indignantly, you sat up in your bed.

“Don’t you dare scoff at me, Lloyd Hansen,” you scolded, even going so far as to give your phone a little glare when you knew there was no way for the man on the other end to actually see your expression. After all, you were sitting in your bed, alone in your apartment, while he was half a world away on some business trip.

“I’m sorry, cupcake, I’m sorry,” Lloyd said soothingly, managing to sound genuinely contrite and teasingly playful all at the same time.

You rolled your eyes with affection—it was a feat only Lloyd could manage. But it did the trick and you settled back into the pillows on your bed, playing with the edge of your sweater while you huffed a sigh.

It took you a moment to get back into character, glancing at the short script you’d prepared as part of the surprise you’d planned.

“Now, why are you calling today, sir?” you asked in your best professionally cheerful customer service voice.

“Well, I found a mysterious card in my jacket, with your number on it,” Lloyd said, mirth filling his tone even as he tried to play along. “You don’t think my girlfriend could’ve had something to do with it, do you? D’you think she’s trying to get rid of me?”

It took all your effort to stifle a hopeless giggle. You could always count on Lloyd to make you laugh, even when you were sad about the fact that he wasn’t there with you.

It was your first Valentine’s Day together, but he’d had to go away on a work trip, and you’d come up with a little plan to make the holiday special when you weren’t able to be together. But he kept distracting you.

You took a moment to collect yourself, Lloyd waiting patiently on the other end of the line, seemingly just happy to be on the phone with you, which made you all the more eager to get on with your plan.

“I don’t know anything about that…” you said primly, trying to keep your mouth from curving into a smile and utterly failing. So you moved on, blurting out the next part of your script. “Would you like me to send a photo of the true love you’ve been matched with, sir?”

“You keep calling me sir, sunshine, and you’re going to be getting a photo of my hard dick,” Lloyd muttered, sounding like he was palming the bulge in his pants already.

Your breath hitched in your throat, warmth cascading down through your body and settling heavily between your thighs, wetness beginning to gather in your panties. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to send the photo, so you’d have something to touch yourself to when he inevitably needed to go and attend to the work that had taken him out of the country.

But you shook yourself and persevered with your plan. “Lloyd,” you admonished, your voice a little breathy despite your best efforts. “Do you want the photo or not?”

“Sure, princess, send me the photo,” he said. Affection was clear in his tone, which made you soften just a bit.

Pulling the phone away from your ear, you tapped on the screen until you pulled up the photos you’d had taken in a boudoir photoshoot. They were Valentine’s Day themed, with your body swathed in red and white lingerie, surrounded by rose petals and soft silk sheets. In your hands, you held a pink, plastic bow and arrow, making you look like a particularly sexy cupid.

Biting back a grin and a sound of excitement, you sent your favorite of the photos to Lloyd, then quickly replaced your phone against your ear, holding your breath while you waited with eager anticipation for his reaction.

You were rewarded a few seconds later with a choked groan and a muttered curse from your boyfriend. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he was in pain, but then his lust-soaked voice filled your ears.

“Fuck, angel, look at you,” he cooed down the line, sending little shivers of delight racing beneath your skin. “You look so fucking gorgeous—so perfect and pretty and…” He trailed off, his words dissolving into another restrained groan, like he was biting his hand to muffle the sound. “Is this all for me? Is this my Valentine’s Day present, sweets?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, almost shyly, unable to wipe the grin off your face. The rest of your words left you in a rush of excitement. “Do you like it? I wanted to give you something you’d like even though you’re on your work trip.”

“I love it, buttercup,” Lloyd purred.

His deep voice made you shiver with a desire that you knew was going to go unslaked until your boyfriend got home. No matter how much phone sex the two of you had, it was never quite as satisfying as having Lloyd with you in person, bending you over and taking you hard and deep…

Lloyd kept talking then, distracting you from your dirty thoughts with a surprise of his own.

“I got you something, too, pumpkin. Open your door.”

Excitement shot through your body and you bounced eagerly off your bed. You didn’t think much of his words, it wasn’t uncommon for Lloyd to send you little presents while he was on his work trips—coffee and pastries delivered to your door in the mornings to help you start your day, some jewelry or a book in the evenings because he was thinking of you.

“Oohh, did you get me flowers, Lloyd Hansen?” you chattered happily, padding through your apartment to the front door. “Some chocolates? One of those giant stuffed teddy bears?” You paused, glancing around your cramped and cozy space, wondering where you would even put a giant teddy bear.

Your boyfriend just chuckled softly on the other end of the line, not giving anything away. Your excitement to know what he’d gotten you rushed back in, and you turned to the door again, eager to see what he’d sent you.

Flinging open the front door of your apartment, you were stunned to find not flowers or chocolates or a teddy bear, but Lloyd Hansem himself. He wore a familiar smirk on his handsome face, his blue eyes glittering with mischief in the fluorescent lights of the hallway, his phone still held up to his ear.

“LLOYD!” you screamed, your phone slipping from your fingers and tumbling loudly to the floor as you launched yourself at your boyfriend. “You’re here.” The words came out much softer as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, spicy scent of his cologne.

“Did you really think I’d let you spend our first Valentine’s Day alone?” he teased you playfully, one of his arms banding around your back while his other hand cupped the back of your head, holding you tightly against his chest. He walked you backward into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you, muffin.”

His words filled your heart with joy, and you wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, clinging to his big, strong form while he slowly twirled the two of you around, like you were dancing to a silent slow song. You were so happy, it took you a moment for reality to crash back down around you.

“But I wasn’t expecting you,” you whined into Lloyd’s neck, remembering that your face was entirely bare of makeup and you were wearing the same thing you’d had on all week—a pair of leggings and one of Lloyd’s shirts, even though his cologne had long since worn off. “I’m not pretty right now,” you mumbled, hiding your face against Lloyd’s throat.

Lloyd gently eased you away from his body, having to pry your clinging arms loose, so he could rake his eyes over your bare face. He smiled, his mustache twitching a little, and his blue eyes sparkled with nothing but genuine affection.

“You’re gorgeous just like this, pretty girl,” he cooed, ducking forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Then he brushed kisses to your cheeks and forehead, even dropping a kiss to the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “You make a very sexy cupid, but you’re always my gorgeous girl.”

“Thank you, Lloyd,” you said on a soft sigh of contentment, dragging him in for a proper kiss.

His mustache tickled your upper lip in the way that you’d grown to crave, and you moaned at the familiar, delicious taste of your boyfriend. Pulling him even closer with your fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket, you kissed him harder, pouring all the affection and happiness you felt about having him home into the way your mouth moved against his.

Kissing you back just as fervently, Lloyd walked you backward until you were pressed against the wall in your living room. He crowded in around you, pinning you to the wall with his big, hard body, his bulge jutting into your belly while he deepened the kiss, coaxing a burning inferno of need to life within you.

Before long, you were pushing impatiently at his jacket, wordlessly whining for him to take it off. Lloyd was only too happy to oblige, shedding the garment and tugging his shirt over his head, his mouth finding yours again for another hot, searing kiss.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of your leggings, shoving them down over your hips and thighs so you could kick them off. Then his hands came up to cup your face, cradling your head while he licked into your mouth, fucking you with his tongue until you were whimpering, desperately needing him to fill another of your holes.

Quickly, Lloyd toed out of his shoes and stripped off his pants, leaving him in only a pair of boxer briefs, while you still wore a sweater and your panties. Glancing down at your shirt before he went back to kissing you, Lloyd’s hands pushed beneath your sweater, his fingers finding the soft flesh of your tits and kneading until you were breaking away to moan.

“Is this my shirt?” Lloyd asked in a low, rumbling voice that was soaked with lust and a little hint of humor. He pressed hungry, nipping kisses along your jaw, pinching your nipples and making you squirm between his hard, unyielding body and the wall at your back.

“Yeah,” you answered on a gasp. “I missed you,” you confessed, your hands curling around his bare shoulders, clinging to the muscles bunching beneath his warm skin while your head tipped back against the wall and you let out a low, keening whine.

Lloyd made a gruff sound in the back of his throat, pulling away so he could look you in the eye. Your head was still tipped back, though, so he cupped your jaw in his hand and tilted it forward, his thumb running along your plump lower lip.

You took the tip into your mouth and nipped playfully before sucking on Lloyd’s thumb, staring up at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes. You watched while his gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with a lustful hunger that made your body clench tight with anticipation.

“I missed you too, baby cakes,” he rumbled, ducking his head to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth. His mustache tickled and you giggled, turning your head and letting his thumb fall from your lips so you could kiss your boyfriend.

The kiss quickly turned heated again and it felt like both of you suddenly remembered how long it had been since you’d been joined together in the most primal way possible. There was an urgency in your movements as you impatiently tugged your boyfriend’s boxer briefs down, palming his cock while he tugged your sweater off and shoved your panties down your legs.

“Lloyd, please, I need you,” you gasped, wrenching your lips from his to suck in some much-needed air. The fingers of your free hand curled in the hair at the back of his head, clinging to him while stroked his cock, your thigh lifting and trying to curl around his hip. “Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up, sir, please.”

“Fuck, alright, alright, lollipop—you want my cock, you’ll get it,” Lloyd rumbled, his hand grabbing your raised thigh and lifting it higher. His fingers dug into your plush softness while he hooked it around his hip and you guided his cock to your entrance. “Take it, honey bee, take your man’s cock.”

You sank down on Lloyd’s cock while he pressed into you, filling you up in one smooth stroke that had your head falling back against the wall and a filthy moan spilling from your lips. You weren’t quite wet enough to take him easily, but you enjoyed the slight burn and the ache of being stretched around his hard length too much to complain.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, doll face, looking so fucking blissed out on my cock,” Lloyd said on a grunt, pulling out slightly and pushing in again, making you both moan. “I could get used to this—coming home to you and filling your cunt while your body clings to me, sucking me deeper.”

“Yes, yes, please, sir, I want that,” you babbled, the words falling from your lips and finding you did want it. You wanted Lloyd coming home to you every day, fucking you over the nearest surface and reminding you who you belonged to every night. “I want you filling me every day, fucking me, taking what’s yours.”

Lloyd chuckled, the sound deliciously sinful while he rocked into your body, fucking you against the wall of your apartment ruthlessly. All you could do was cling to him, your fingers curling in his hair, nails digging into the back of his neck while you held on for the ride.

“You want me to take what’s mine, sweet pea? Are you mine, sweet girl?” he teased mercilessly, fucking you even harder.

It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes, you were his, but then Lloyd changed the angle of his hips. The base of his cock rubbed meanly against your clit with every thrust and you cried out loudly, your back arching away from the wall and your hips bearing down on his cock as you barreled toward your release.

“Lloyd,” you gasped, barely able to get the words out, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, cutie, cum for me,” Lloyd urged, fucking you in hard thrusts, pausing between each to grind against your clit “Be a good girl and show me you’re mine, honey pie—cum all over my cock.”

Between his commanding words and the relentless grinding of his hips, his cock buried to the hilt in your soaking wet pussy, it was too much. Your release crashed over you, making you scream in pleasure while you came on Lloyd’s cock, your inner walls clenching hard enough around him to make him grunt.

With a few more short, hard thrusts, Lloyd followed you over the edge, burying his face in your neck and muffling a loud groan against your skin as he spilled inside you. Your pussy squeezed every last drop of cum from his length, the two of you collapsing against the wall at your back as you caught your breath and rode out the aftershocks of your releases.

Once you recovered enough to move, the two of you stumbled down the hall toward your bedroom, taking a quick detour to the bathroom to clean up before tumbling into bed together. Lloyd had snagged his shirt from where he’d dropped in your living room and he pulled it over your head, swaddling you in his scent before pulling you close to cuddle.

Your boyfriend lay on his back, your body splayed across his chest, your ear pressed to his sternum while you listened to the steady beat of his heart. After a short time of enjoying each other’s presence, you raised your head, your eyes greedily raking over Lloyd’s handsome face while your fingers played idly with his mustache.

“Thank you for cutting your trip short,” you murmured softly, your eyes fixed on Lloyd’s mouth, watching the corners flicker with a smile. “I really didn’t expect you to that just for Valentine’s Day.”

“I did it for you, sweetheart,” Lloyd purred, his fingers closing around your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips, pressing kisses to the pads of each one until you looked up into his eyes. His gaze was filled with so much affection, it made your breath catch in your throat. He murmured, “I love you.”

It was the first time either of you had said those words and you were surprised by the rush of emotion that flooded your heart when you heard them. Tears pricked at your eyes and you quickly dashed them away.

“I love you, too, Lloyd,” you murmured, pulling your hand away from his mouth so you could replace it with your lips. You kissed him hard, and he did the same, banding an arm around your lower back and cradling your head while he rolled on top of you.

When he started kissing down your neck, you tipped your head to the side and let out a delighted giggle at the way his mustache tickled your skin. You felt like you were bubbling with happiness, and you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth.

“So I guess I really did match you with your true love, didn’t I?” you teased playfully, enjoying the way Lloyd laughed against your skin, making your pulse pump harder through your body. “Another satisfied cupid customer,” you joked, your legs wrapping around Lloyd’s hips and squirming beneath his hardening cock.

“Oh I’m very satisfied,” Lloyd said, lifting up to capture your lips in another kiss. His hips rocked between your thighs, grinding his cock against your soft pussy, making both of you moan at the pleasurable slide of your bodies. “You can be my cupid anytime, sugar pie, as long as you’re the one I end up with.”

“Always,” you purred, clinging to Lloyd while he slid inside you again. Then he was stealing your breath with another kiss, fucking you in slow strokes, savoring your body and murmuring his love against your lips.

All told, it was the first of many happy Valentine’s Days with your boyfriend—and future husband—Lloyd Hansen.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month ago

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Ooo can I please request a Soft dark! Lloyd Hansen x shy!fem!reader where Y/n leaves her room to go see Lloyd (she has previously tried to run away multiple times, but this time she genuinely wasn’t trying to escape, she just wanted to see Lloyd because she is starting to miss him and wants hugs and kisses). When she leaves her room, one of Lloyd’s guards happens to be walking by and yells at her to get back in her room. She tries to explain that Lloyd said she can free roam the mansion as long as she doesn’t try to run off again, and that she isn’t trying to leave, but he doesn’t believe her. He tries to grab her which scares her so she tries to run past him, but he shoves her and she bumps her head. She is able to get away from him and is crying for Lloyd and runs downstairs and bursts into the room he’s working in (the one with the monitors) and runs into his arms crying🥺 He’d be so shook and worried because she’s sobbing and hurt, and she tells him what happened at the same time the guard comes in and tries to tell Lloyd she was “escaping”. Lloyd looks at the camera (you know he has a ton around the house) to see exactly what happened and… The amount of rage he feels, well… The guard doesn’t make it out of this confrontation… Lloyd would tell Y/n to close her eyes and plug her ears while he “takes care” of the guard who hurt her. Then Lloyd would just hold Y/n and comforts her, and she keeps promising that she didn’t try to escape and he’d definitely reassure her that he believes her🥺 He’d also be proud that she feels comfortable enough with him now to one, want to seek him out for affection, two, for her to view him as her safe place now (their relationship has grown a lot since they first met, she has warmed up to him!)🥹

Not Escaping » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Shy!Female Reader

Summary: One of Lloyd’s guards doesn’t believe you when you tell him that Lloyd allows you to roam freely around his mansion and thinks you’re trying to escape.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst (not you and Lloyd), Fluff, language, small mention of blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt ��

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You got bored and lonely in your bedroom while Lloyd was working so you decided to see how busy he is. You left your room and walked down the hall to the stairs to go downstairs.

“Hey!” One of Lloyd’s guards shouts, starling you. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“I’m- I’m going downstairs to see Lloyd.” You tell him.

The guard stared at you, thinking you’re lying.

“I don’t think so.” He says.

You took a step backwards as he approached. Your instincts were telling you to turn around and run, in which you did. The guard grabs your arm with a bruising grip.

“You’re not going anywhere, except back to your room.” He says.

“Lloyd said that- that I can walk around his mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Yea, right. For all I know, you’re trying to escape once again.” He says, tightening his grip on your arm.

You whimpered at his tight grip. You used all of your strength to push him away and get out of his grip, but it was no use. He’s stronger than you.

“Stop fucking squirming!” The guard yells.

You didn’t listen. You continued to squirm to get out of his hold on you. To get you to stop squirming, he shoved you against the wall, putting his arm against your back. The front of your body was pressed against the wall uncomfortably. The force of him shoving you against the wall made you hit your forehead against the wall, making you cry out in pain.

“Lloyd!” You cried out.

You weren’t sure if Lloyd was able to hear you or not due to your face being pressed against the wall. You managed to get one of your arms free. You blindly hit him. You used all of your strength to hit him in a place where no man enjoys getting hit. The guard lets go of you, dropping you on the floor.

“You bitch!” He groans in pain.

You scrambled to stand up and ran as fast as you could down the stairs without falling. You ran to the main room of the mansion where Lloyd does most of his work. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, pumpkin?” Lloyd asks softly.

“He- He- He didn’t believe me when I told him that you allow me to walk around your mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“The guard?” He asks.

“Y-Yes.” You replied.

“He hurt me.” You added.

Lloyd let go of you to check you for any injuries. He saw a small cut with blood oozing out of it on your forehead. His jaw clenches at the thought of someone hurting his girl. It angered him even more that person is someone who works for him.

“Go to the living room and plug your ears. I’ll be there in a moment, ok?” He says.

“N-No!” You whimpered, grabbing onto his polo shirt.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise.” He almost whispers.

You whimpered softly before letting go of his shirt and went to the living room. Lloyd went upstairs to see if the guard who was rough with you was still up there. He was. He was leaned against the wall and holding himself down there from when you hit him. Lloyd walks over to him and grabs onto his shirt.

“Tell me why the hell you got rough with my girl.” Lloyd growls.

“She was trying to escape.” The guard says.

“No she wasn’t. I gave her full my permission to roam freely around my mansion.” Lloyd says.

“I didn’t know that.” The guard lies.

“Everyone fucking knows that!” Lloyd growls.

“How was I supposed to know that she was telling the truth? She lies and tries to escape all the time.” The guard says.

Hearing the guard say those things about you angered Lloyd more. He got his gun out of his pocket and shot him. Lloyd let go of him, letting his now dead body fall to the floor. He went back downstairs and told two of his employees to clean up something, meaning the guard’s dead body, upstairs in the hall before going to the living room. You were sitting on the couch with your ears covered and sobbing softly. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You turned your head to see Lloyd. You uncovered your ears and grabbed onto him.

“It’s ok now, sunshine. You’re ok.” Lloyd almost whispers.

After a moment, Lloyd picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean up the cut on your forehead. He sat you on the bathroom sink counter and searched for the first aid kit. When he found it, he opened the kit and examined your cut. Luckily for you, you didn’t need stitches. You just needed a bandaid and you’re good to go. Just to be on the safe side, he cleaned it out with a cotton ball and alcohol. He then put a bandaid on it and kissed that part of your forehead.

“All better.” Lloyd says softly.

You just wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let him go. Lloyd picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He gently laid you down on his bed and laid down next to you. He felt you beginning to relax.

“I-I wasn’t trying to escape. I was lonely and wanted to see what you were doing.” You say quietly.

“I know.” Lloyd whispers.

You and Lloyd laid in silence for a little bit. You relaxed and calmed down even more.

“Lloyd?” You say, looking up at him.

“Yes, cupcake?” Lloyd asks softly.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too, sunshine.” He almost whispers, kissing you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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1800naveen · 11 months ago

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He may be a bad guy but that's my babygirl🫶🏾 Yes, he committed multiple crimes, should be locked up in jail, and is a red flag but he's hot as fuck with a face card that never declines.

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ronearoundblindly · 9 months ago

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For the every Cevans character, what is each one’s favorite position in bed? 😏😆

Fac-i-na-ting. I have categorized them into similar positions and then broken down the specifics or variations. No, I do not know the actual names of a lot of positions. I use the terms 'top' and 'bottom' but NOT in a BDSM way.

Sincerely, MINORS DNI. Warnings for very smutty descriptions of each of these characters 'in the act' and just...do I need to warn you about how much I was sweating during this???

'Top' Positions

Curtis Everett - Jimmy Dobyne - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - [Bucky Barnes]

Curtis is a cramped-quarters kind of lover, like you have been fucked up the bed until you and he are pressed against that headboard like a pretzel on a baking sheet. Gahdamn, he is intense. He threads an arm beneath you to make sure you're as close as possible. He grinds his pelvis into you, loving how his balls slap your ass. He likes it real sweaty, but he'll help you clean up in the shower, too. Dirty boi. 😮‍💨 We need him.

Jimmy and Ransom like you bent over but in different ways. Ransom just enjoys doggie-style. He feels awkward with too much eye contact and doesn't have to worry about that from behind. Jimmy is exceptionally good at spontaneously pressing you back or down onto a counter or the couch or perhaps a fence outside. 😳 He's oddly into fucking with at least some clothes on, but not because he doesn't like your body. He has a thing for choosing sex over chores or other obligations, so he and you are dressed for doing whatever else. It's just a little naughtier that way.

Steve is--I'm sure we can all agree--a missionary man. He looooves that eye contact Ran is so afraid of, but BUT! Steve's also a most considerate gentleman. He worries about putting too much of his weight on you, so his actual favorite position in pinning you against a wall (or mirror or window, etc) because he can lean into you without fear. He also enjoys that you get very, very excited for him to hold you up like that. You wrap around his neck and kiss him like it's your purpose in life. You get handsy, and that's about his favorite part...

[I know you said CE characters, nonnie, but Bucky just sneaks in, sorry!]

Ngl, Bucky took me the longest to figure out, and I'm not entirely sure he has a true 'favorite,' something he likes a good deal more than other positions. I have, however, landed on Bucky going braindead and gooey inside when he gets you in a mating press. There's, uh, a symbolism to wanting him and his cum inside you for as long as possible that hits all the right buttons to shut him down to the rest of the world for a while. He likes to sit back afterward and grip your knees to keep you right there until some drips out as you clench around nothing. You aren't empty though.

[Why. the fuck. does Bucky always get so 🥵 in these?]

'Bottom' Positions

Johnny Storm - Jake Jensen - Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd lets himself be lazy. He legitimately tucks his hands behind his head like he's at the beach and taunts you to work harder. He's so used to ordering people around and being quite active. Unless he has some aggression/frustration to work through, Lloyd needs to not be bothered with effort. It's your turn. Put your back into it.

Jake lets you control everything. Let's be fair: Jake is just happy to be here, ya know? He gets to be naked, he gets to see you naked, and he is going to come no matter what. Use him to your heart's content. Don't try telling him not to touch you (like an order or a deprivation game) because he can't stop himself. Every other order or request, he's game for, but on his back offers the best view of you--and technically, his glasses fog less 😬.

Johnny straight up loves when you ride him. He controls everything from below, though, because it's not actually about you taking over. He loves guiding your hips. He loves fucking up into you. He loves already being prone to fall asleep faster. [Go on, try to tell me I'm wrong. ::listens:: ::crickets:: Yeah, that's what I thought.] It's a win-win-win situation. All around cannot fail to please him. Johnny is definitely the type to assume that what feels good to him feels as good for his partner.

'Side' Positions

James Mace - Ari Levinson

Mace technically changes positions so much it maybe doesn't count as 'side,' but he's so playful, I'll allow it. His favorite sex, in general, is filled with natural ebbs and flows, quicker frantic times as well as soft doting and sweet, blissful enjoyment. A position that puts either him and you a hair's breath away from taking over is ideal. He wants to enjoy your company as much as your body. Mace can do both of those things in many, many different positions.

[Mace is quickly becoming a sleeper-fave of mine, my gawd. He's 😘🤌]

Finally, if Ari doesn't scream "wants to wake up fucking you," I don't know who does. He's spooning you, or coiled together with you someway, and just...ready when he sees you first thing in the morning--or in the middle of the night. Why bother moving much? He'll lift that leg up for you. He'll wrap around you to cup your breasts, play with your nipples, and rub your clit. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Doesn't have to do with the position you're in, per se, but Ari also gruffly whispers other shit he'd like to do to you in your ear. It's vaguely easier to do that when your heads are on the same pillow, just saying.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would..." Asks; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I successfully scheduled a post! Look at me, learning and shit...

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cherryknotsclub · 2 months ago

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hot mean characters all have degradation and humiliation kinks, and no one can change my mind.

sure, they'll be nicer to you than they are to everyone else. but they'll be menaces in bed and just absolutely bully you while they fuck you. slut. whore. needy. bitch. these are just some of the things they call you while they pound your pussy with their cocks. they'll make it seem like they'd rather you're an obedient bunny. but they secretly love it when you're a brat because it gives them the excuse to bend you over their lap to bruise your ass or fuck you until you're dumb.

they're not selfish lovers. in fact, they'll make you cum over and over until you're shaking and crying and unable to babble anything other than their name. they'll tease you constantly, making comments about how easy they bring you to orgasm or how you're such a needy slut for cumming so much.

still, it's not just you who gets all the fun. they'll easily manhandle you, tossing you around like a ragdoll and stretching you until you're in the position they want you to be in while they fuck you mercilessly. they'll mock you when you cry, laughing at how emotional you get while being fucked by them. they'll kiss, grab, bite, smack, pinch at every inch of you that they want to, making sure to leave marks to remind you who you belong to.

they'll leave you a sobbing mess by the end of it, your body shaking from the painful pleasure they put you through while a mixture of your juices and their cum drip from your used holes.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Dearly Beloved 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, arranged marriage, allusions to abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After spurning one too many suitors, you wind up with the worst person you've ever met.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: inspired by the ask about a reader that wears skirts all the time but Lloyd discovers she wears shorts too and it challenged to get past them.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You swipe the wand against your lashes one last time and shove it back into the tube. You sit up as you check the overall effect. Nothing too much. You like a dewy look, natural but glowing. You have to at least look like you care about today.

The knock at the door is like clockwork. You’ve done this too many times. You expected your parents to give up by now. All the men did.

You yawn and set the mascara back in your makeup case. “Come in,” you call dully.

You watch your mother enter in the mirror. She’s in one of her stiff tweed jackets and a matching skirt. If she took a few inches off the skirt, it might be cute.

“Waiting on you,” she tuts and crosses her arms.

“Oh, are you?” You shut the case and stand. “I must’ve lost track of time.”

You stand and smooth your dress. The little bow accoutrements long the shallow slit of the short skirt add a touch of sparkly to the navy blue. You’ve paired the dress with beige heels and thick gold hoop earrings. You look exactly to her standards and yet there’s disappointment in her eyes.

“He will not like you being late,” she girds as she crosses the room and reaches for you. You stop her from touching your hair. She always has to fix what doesn’t need to be fixed.

“Mother, it’s not on purpose. I only want to look my best. As you said,” you tilt your head coyly.

“Don’t,” she frees herself from your grasp and points at you. “I need you to start taking this seriously. You are twenty-five.”

“An old spinster,” you sigh dramatically, “how many is this now? Eighteen? You think this one will bite?”

“If you would try, perhaps. Don't think you are so clever,” she bristles.

“Mother, I’ve done everything you’ve asked me too. I’ve been on my best behaviour but you simply can’t force love,” you insist.

“Dear, I do not know why you do this. Your father will blow an aneurysm if you keep this up,” she hisses.

“Oh yes, the steam came out of his ears last time,” you chuckle.

“It isn’t funny. This is our legacy. You are our legacy.”

Your smile falls. Why you? It was her choice not to have any more heirs. If they are so important, she should have, right? Why must it be you?

“Mother, can it not wait longer? A few years?”

“This is not a seller’s market.”

“And I’m not property. I’m a person. Your daughter.”

“Mm, well, a few more years and there would be concern. For... fertility,” she sniffs.

“Yes, I am cattle. Forgive my mistake.”

“Please, I am not—if you tried to get along, you might find a good match,” she snips.

“They are all snobs and terribly boring. I’ve tried.”

“You are late. You are catty. And you roll your eyes,” she sneers. “How about a smile and a ‘yes, mother’.”

You hold back your agitation. You get your stubbornness from her but that only seems to irk her. She didn’t raise you to be a pushover but that’s exactly what she’s telling you to be.

“Yes, mother,” you smile and flutter your lashes, “I will try to increase my price so that you and father can go on your....” you count silently on your fingers, “twentieth honeymoon?”

“You--” she begins and makes a fist. You lean away. She glares at you. “Rein it in.”

She spins and stomps to the door. You exhale as your cheeks pinch painfully. At least she thought not to mess up your makeup.

You follow her into the hallway. You’re silent. You know better than to keep on when she gets to this point. You tell that crying little girl to go back to her corner and once more paint on a smile.

You follow her down the curling stairs and your heels echo through the foyer. She takes you to the sitting room and steps back to let your through first. You barely look at the man sat in the centre of the settee.

“She’s here. Apologies for the wait, she was having a bad hair day,” she preens. There’s silence. “Well, then I should leave you to introduce yourselves.”

She pulls the sliding wood doors from another era. You huff, “as if. My hair is perfect.”

The man laughs. His sole scuffs as he stands. He says your name.

“Mm, let’s not pretend here. We both know what this is.”

“Straight to the point,” he remarks with a snort. “Should we exchange measurements and decide?”

It takes you a moment to get his meaning. That’s disgusting. You face him with lip curled. “I think I can guess pretty easily,” you look him up and down. You arch a brow. “Oh, well...”

His lips thin and he squints. The crinkles around his eyes deepen. You want to wipe off that silly mustache above his lip.

“You’re a bit older than I expected.” You shrug.

He puts a hand on his hip, “experience. Means I know what I’m doing.”

You smile again, only to keep from laughing. You dig a heel into the floor and check your nails. “Sure, well, we should waste about half an hour and then we can send for my mother.”

He clucks. You look at him, your elbow against your side as you keep your hand up. His brows knit then lift. “Lloyd Hansen.” He offers his hand, “billionaire, with a whole lot more coming to me.”

“Right,” you look at his hand and turn away. You strut around him, “look, I’m really not looking to get married. I’m just doing what they tell me so I wouldn’t bother. Save your energy.”

You flop onto the settee and hook one knee over the other. You rock your foot as you cross your arms. He slithers after you, stopping by the arm rest.

“Oh, I got lots of energy,” he scoffs. “Well, half-an-hour, I can think of a few ways to pass the time. I’m not really the sort to wait until marriage.”

You grimace at him, “no thank you.”

“Well, aren’t you a treat? I heard about you but I thought all those guys were cucks,” he snorts.

“Heard about me?” You repeat.

“Sure, frigid bitch it what they’re saying,” he snickers and turns to sit beside you, “but they didn’t say anything about those legs.”

He stretches his arm across the back of the couch above you. He tries to drop it onto your shoulders and you catch his wrist and shove him away. He chuckles again and tugs on your hair. You swat him.

“Hey, no touching,” you snarl.

“I like this,” he pinches the little ribbon button along the skirt, “it’s cute. Nice little peek of thigh.”

Before you can stop him, he shoves his hand through slit of the skirt and squeezes our thigh. You yipe and you grab his other arm. He pushes up against your shorts. He frowns.

“What?” He pinches the edge along your thigh.

“Chafing,” you push him off of you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m here to buy. I wanna know what I’m paying for,” he sneers.

“Ew, ew,” you shove him again and stand, storming away as you shiver in repulsion. “Ew. Firstly, you’re too old. Second, your pervy little mustache is gross. Third, you’re nasty.”

“You haven’t really given me a chance. One, I might have a few extra years under my belt but that means I know what I’m doing,” you face him as he holds up a thumb. “Two, this mustache is there for her pleasure. Yours, if you play your cards right. Three,” his other hand rests on his thigh as you glimpse the twitching in his cream coloured pants, “tell me how nasty to be and I’ll gladly fuck that rod out of your ass.”

“Wow, you are repugnant,” you scoff.

“I got some extra flavour,” he leans forward, his elbows on his legs as he clasps his hands together. “Those other guys, I know they came in here like simps in their bowties, tryna lube you up with those puppy dog eyes. Well, I’m here for business. I don’t have time to waste on games and you don’t seem to like playing. It’s perfect.”

“It couldn’t be less awful,” you assure him.

“Right, I’m sure you’re having the time of your life with Mommy Dearest there. Does she have wire hangers? Don’t answer that,” he laughs and sits back, leaning his arm on the cushioned rest. “At least I’m honest. I’m not gonna sit here and lick your asshole. Not figuratively. I got shit to get done, namely, getting married, and you seem, well, to put it in your language ‘so over it’,” he puts on a trite voice.

“I’m over you,” you insist.

“I don’t mind a girl on top,” he winks.

“Ugh, maybe you should meet a few divorcees. They might just be desperate enough.”

“Tried that game. She cried after. Was really awkward.”

You glare at him. He really is gross. You’re not a prude by any measure but this is supposed to be an introduction. He’s supposed to at least pretend to be gentleman.

“I’m done with this conversation, so you can entertain yourself,” you dismiss with a flick of your fingers.

He chortles as you turn your back to him. You clomp over to the window and distract yourself with the hedges and the sparrows rustling within. Your mother will be upset but he’s the last of the...however many men you’d choose.

“No wonder you got them lined up, sweet cheeks, you fill out that dress real nice,” his soles scuff on the floor. “It’s cute but I’d suggest something with a bit less at the top. I’m sure you got a nice balance.”

You ignore him and shake your head at the panes. You listen to his slow approach. You tense as you sense him right behind you.

“You’re not the first I’ve met either, you know? The rest of them are so... flighty. The last one had a list of demands. A fucking bride price. Chanel everything. Boring,” he says.

You wince as he touches your back. He drags his fingers up your dress and you snarl as you go rigid. He gets even closer and hums.

“Let me pet the kitty and then you can decide. You really can’t make a clear decision if you don’t know how a man--” he snakes his hand around your neck and you dip your chin. You bite down on the webbing between his thumb and index.

He yowls as you clamp down on him. You let him go and he staggers away. You face him and watch him with a smug smirk as he shakes his hand. He cradles it and hisses.

“You little...” he snarls through his teeth as his eyes blaze at you.

“I warned you already not to touch me,” you insist. “The next time, they’ll be blood.”

He holds up his hand and examines the red bite mark. He scowls and lowers it. His glare meets yours hotly. He squares his shoulders and narrows his eyes.

“Oh, baby girl, you don’t know what you’ve done,” he spits.

He turns and strides to the door. You cackle as he tries to pull them inward first, then figures to slide them apart. You stay as you are as you hear his footsteps reverberate around the foyer. You turn to face the window again.

He marches down the long stone walk toward the arched driveway. You’ve never chased one out before. To be honest, all the others were too shy to get that close. He waves at Carmen, the valet. You tisk between your teeth and shrug as you spin back.

Your mom will probably let her fists fly now but it will be worth it, so long as you never have to see that man again.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #series #dearly beloved #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #the gray man

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chxrryhansen · 1 year ago

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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!

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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.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine and divider by @newlips

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot.

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.”

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.”

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out.

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sosa2imagines · 4 months ago

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Hey can I please request a Lloyd x reader where she is his ex-wife but he wants her back? Maybe they have a child together (they're the only people who he is really sweet and soft with, he lights up when he sees them) and idk maybe their child wants them together too? He's trying to find excuses to see her or kiss her and he has their child as a support?

Idk whatever you find interesting or have inspo for ❤️

Thank you for this amazing ask. I hope you like it. Warning- Little angst and fluff.

Your hands tremble slightly as you pack your son's backpack for his weekend with Lloyd. It’s a routine exchange, one you've done countless times since the divorce, but the familiar ache always lingers.

Sharing custody of Victor is always a bittersweet affair. Every time you see him, the resemblance to his father becomes more and more apparent. His bright eyes and mischievous smile are like a living reminder of what you once had together. Yet, despite the pang in your heart, you push your feelings aside, knowing that this arrangement is for the best.

The doorbell rings, and you exhale deeply before opening it.

Lloyd stands before you, immaculate in his polo shirt and with that same cocky smirk you've come to know all too well. Despite your best efforts, your pulse quickens at the sight of him, a reaction you've tried to suppress but have never been able to completely control.

Damn that moustache! Always been your weakness.

You fix your expression, forcing a neutral smile as you step aside to let him in. You're used to this routine by now, but the sight of him still dredges up a mix of emotions you'd rather keep bottled up.

“Ready for our little guy?” he asks, his voice annoyingly smooth, like melted chocolate. Victor bolts past you, yelling, “Daddy!” as Lloyd scoops him up effortlessly, peppering his son's face with exaggerated kisses that make the boy squeal with laughter.

When your son was born, Lloyd had named him Victor, saying he's his biggest victory in life.

You force a polite smile, ignoring the way Lloyd's eyes flick to yours, softening. He always looks at you like that, like you're still the most important thing in his world, even after everything.

After Sierra Six.

The memory burns like acid. Sierra Six had been your breaking point. Lloyd's obsession with catching the rogue operative consumed him, pulling him deeper into his dangerous world and further away from you. You had begged him to walk away, to prioritize his family, but he couldn’t let it go.

“You don't understand, Sugar!” he'd said during one of your final arguments, his voice sharp but his eyes pleading. “This isn't just a mission. It's personal.”

It became personal for you too, when Six's retaliation nearly cost you and Victor your lives. A car bomb meant for Lloyd had detonated outside your home, leaving shards of glass and smoke as a grim reminder of the risk you couldn’t live with anymore. You’d left that night, taking Victor with you, and filed for divorce shortly after.

“Thanks for packing his stuff…” Lloyd says now, breaking you out of your thoughts. He hesitates, then adds, “You could come with us, you know? We're just going to the park.”

“That’s your time with him…” you reply, keeping your tone neutral.

Victor tugs at your sleeve. “But, Mommy, you should come! Daddy says he misses you.”

Your breath catches, and Lloyd clears his throat, awkwardly running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Victor, buddy, why don't you go grab your soccer ball from the car?”

Once Victor bounds away, Lloyd steps closer. “He’s not wrong…” he says softly, his gaze holding yours.

“Lloyd…” You start to protest, but he cuts you off.

“I know I screwed up. I know I didn’t protect you the way I should have, but I’m trying, Sugar. I’m trying to fix things. For you. For Victor. For us.”

You cross your arms, a shield against the vulnerability in his voice. “You can’t just say these things and expect everything to magically go back to how it was.”

“Then let me show you...” he says, taking another step closer. His hand brushes yours, testing waters. “Let me prove it to you.”

Before you can respond, Victor runs back, his soccer ball in hand. “I got it! Mommy, are you coming with us?”

Lloyd kneels down, pulling Victor into a side hug. “Tell you what, buddy. Why don’t we see if we can convince Mommy to join us next time, huh?”

Victor pouts dramatically, his big eyes, the same shade of blue as his father’s turns on you, “Please, Mommy? Daddy says families should stick together.”

Your heart squeezes at the sight of them, your two boys. Lloyd stands, his eyes never leaving yours, and he leans down just slightly, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath.

“Think about it…” he murmurs, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. It lingers, a promise in its tenderness, and leaves you standing there, your resolve crumbling ever so slightly.

As they walk away, Victor waves enthusiastically, and Lloyd throws you a smile over his shoulder. It’s cocky and hopeful all at once, like he knows the kiss wasn’t just for show.

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way to win you back.

The weekend passes slowly without Victor. You spend the quiet hours tidying up, trying to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of Lloyd’s kiss and the words he left unspoken. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop replaying his plea, “Let me prove it to you.”

On Sunday evening, Lloyd drops Victor off as planned. Your son runs inside, chattering about their adventures at the park, the ice cream truck they chased down, and how Daddy let him drive his tiny remote-controlled car.

Lloyd lingers at the door.

“Can I come in for a minute?” he asks. His tone is careful, cautious, as though he’s testing the waters.

You hesitate, but something about the vulnerability in his expression makes you step aside. “Just for a minute…” you say.

Victor is already in the living room, playing with his toys, oblivious to the quiet tension between you and his father.

Lloyd takes a deep breath, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. About things not magically going back to how they were.” He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours. “You’re right. They won’t. And they shouldn’t. Because I want things to be better than they were before.”

You swallow hard, your heart beating faster, “Lloyd, I…”

“Let me finish, Sugar.” His voice softens, and he steps closer, closing the distance between you. “I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I’m not asking you to forget what I did or the pain I caused. I just… I’m asking for a chance to show you that I’ve changed. That I’m trying to be the man you and Victor deserve.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you hold them back. “You think one kiss and a few sweet words will fix everything?”

“No!” he says firmly. “But I think being here, every day, showing you how much I care… that might. I’m not giving up on us, Sugar. Not now, not ever.”

Before you can respond, Victor runs up to the two of you, holding a drawing in his little hands. “Look! I made this at Daddy’s house!”

The picture is messy but a clear stick-figure family of three, all holding hands. Above it, in Victor’s uneven handwriting, are the words, “My family.”

Your chest tightens, and you glance at Lloyd, whose eyes are filled with unshed tears. He kneels down to Victor’s level, gently ruffling his hair. “That’s a beautiful drawing, buddy.”

Victor grins and turns to you. “Mommy, don’t you think we should be a family again? Daddy’s been so sad without you.”

You look down at your son, then at Lloyd, who is watching you with a mixture of hope and fear.

“I don’t know, Victor,” you say softly. “It’s… complicated.”

“But you love Daddy, right?” Victor asks innocently, his big blue eyes staring up at you.

You hesitate, the truth sitting heavy on your tongue. “Yes…” you finally admit. “I do.”

Lloyd stands, his expression unreadable. “Sugar, I know I’ve made mistakes. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for them if you’ll let me.”

Victor tugs on your hand, his face lighting up with excitement. “Please, Mommy? Let Daddy stay.”

The weight of the moment presses down on you. Slowly, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. Let’s see where this goes.”

Lloyd’s eyes widen in surprise, and then a rare, genuine smile spreads across his face. “You mean it?”

“Yes,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But you’re on thin ice, Hansen.”

He chuckles, his confidence returning. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sugar.”

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, you can be a family again.

The days that follow are a whirlwind of emotions. Lloyd takes your cautious ‘okay’ as a challenge to prove himself, and he doesn’t waste any time.

He starts small, picking Victor up from school, helping him with homework, and showing up at your door with dinner. Each time he’s around, you find yourself torn between wanting to push him away and feeling your walls crumble a little more.

One evening, as you’re washing dishes, Lloyd appears beside you, drying a plate you hadn’t asked him to touch. “You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “we make a pretty good team.”

“Lloyd, I don’t need your help.” you say, trying to focus on the sink.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “You might not need it, but I like being here. With you.”

Your face heats up, and you elbow him gently. “Back off, Hansen.”

But instead of retreating, he grins and presses a kiss to your temple, quick and soft. You whirl on him, glaring. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Testing my limits,” he replies smugly, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”

You roll your eyes, but the blush on your cheeks betrays you. He notices, of course, and his grin only grows wider.

Lloyd’s efforts intensifies over the period.

Over the next few weeks, Lloyd becomes a constant presence in your life. He shows up unannounced with groceries, fixes the broken cabinet in your kitchen, and even surprises Victor with a mini soccer goal for the backyard.

One afternoon, while Victor is napping, you find yourself sitting on the porch with Lloyd. He’s unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“Why are you doing all this?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He looks at you, his expression sincere. “Because I lost you once, Sugar. And I’m not making that mistake again. You and Victor… you’re everything to me.”

The raw honesty in his voice leaves you speechless. Before you can think of a response, he leans in, brushing his lips against yours. It’s soft, tentative, as if he’s giving you a chance to pull away. But you don’t.

When he deepens the kiss, his hand rests gently on your cheek, you lose yourself for a moment, the familiar warmth of him overwhelming your senses.

When you finally pull back, your heart is racing. “You’re impossible…” you mutter, your cheeks burning.

“And you’re beautiful,” he replies, his lips quirking into a lopsided smile.

Despite your reluctance to admit it, Lloyd’s persistence begins to wear down your defenses. He’s patient with Victor, kind to you, and relentless in his mission to win you back.

One night, as you’re tucking Victor into bed, he grabs your hand. “Mommy, do you still love Daddy?”

Caught off guard, you glance at Lloyd, who’s standing in the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“I…” you start, unsure of how to answer.

“I know you do,” Victor says confidently. “Because you smile more when he’s here.”

Lloyd chuckles softly, stepping into the room. “Our kid is a great observer, you can’t hide anything from him.” he teases.

“Go to sleep, Victor…” you say quickly, pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead before retreating to the living room.

Lloyd follows you, closing the door behind him. “He’s not wrong, you know,” he says quietly.

You sigh, turning to face him. “Lloyd, this isn’t easy for me. You broke my trust…”

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it back!” he interrupts, stepping closer. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I’ll fight for you every day if that’s what it takes.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you finally let the weight of his words sink in. “I’m scared…” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he whispers, cupping your face in his hands. “But I’m here, Sugar. I’m not going anywhere.”

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of pancakes. Victor’s laughter echoes from the kitchen, and when you walk in, you see Lloyd standing at the stove, flipping pancakes like he’s been doing it for years.

“Morning, Sugar,” he says, flashing you a boyish grin. “Thought I’d make breakfast for my family.”

You shake your head, but there’s no hiding the smile on your face.

Later that day, as the three of you play soccer in the backyard, Victor pauses and looks up at you. “Does this mean Daddy’s staying forever?”

You glance at Lloyd, who’s watching you with hopeful eyes. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah, buddy... I think it does.”

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you. Lloyd pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I love you…” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you could have your happy ending after all.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 4 months ago

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punishment on the poker table

a/n: i've had this fantasy floating around in my brain ever since i came up with this au. damn it feels good to finally have it written out all sluttily as it deserves to be

summary: “well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.”

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!lee bodecker, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader has been in the porn industry for a while now (maybe a few months?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, gangbang, daddy kink (probably the only scenario where you can catch me playing around with this kink, because in most circumstances it's sadly not my cup of tea), classic porn step fantasy, impact play, pussy inspection, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, oral, handjob, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, anal, unprotected sex

word count: 2850

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“Hey beautiful,” you heard over your shoulder as you sat in the kitchen of the rented house you found yourself in, putting the last finishing touches on your makeup for today’s shoot.

Twisting around, you swiftly leapt from your seat as you recognised the figure leaning against the doorframe “Ari!” you threw your arms around his bulky form, “hi! How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” his broad palm ran down your spine before you retracted from the embrace, “how about you? I’ve heard you’ve been quite busy lately.”

“Yeah, I have,” a short giggle bubbled out of you, “but it’s been so much fun, though I’m still figuring out the balancing act between this, camming and school.”

As his feet then began to shuffle, your own shifted as well and carried you back out into the other room where crew members slipped around and prepped the space. With half of their attention directed at their work, their heads still twisted as they zigzagged between the rest of the stars for today’s fantasy, as the guys, lounging on the set, dragged their old friends into whatever they were chatting about.

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d all arrived,” each of their head twisted at the sound of your voice, “I thought Ari was the only one apart from me.”

“Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart,” Nick caught your palm as you neared the poker table they surrounded and pressed his lips to the back of it.

“Good to see you again, Nicky,” you chuckled as the warmth of his peck lingered on your skin.

“Oh, you guys have worked together before?” Ari sank down into the last of the chairs around the games table.

“Uhm, well, we have,” you gestured to the brunette who’d just kissed your hand, “a fun little POV shoot a month ago,” your gaze then drifted to Ari, “and we’ve of course worked together, I don’t think I’ll have to remind you of that,” you smiled before shifting your vision to the last two, “but, this is my first time with each of them,” you pointed between the two moustachioed men before grasping first the hand of the one to the left, “Lloyd,” a flutter flicked through your lower abdomen as you met the pornstar’s dazzling gaze, “hi.”

“Don’t get starstruck on me now,” he winked, “if you’re gonna cream your panties, wait till the camera’s rolling.”

Puffing out an airy laugh at his joke, “no promises,” you then shifted to catch the other man’s palm, “and Lee,” he slowly rose from his seat as he shook your hand, “or should I say daddy,” a small chuckle rumble in his chest as you warmed up to the title he’d get to adorn in today’s storyline, “wonderful to finally meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled, then added before he let go of your fingers, “I’ve been looking forward to finally working with you.”

“Really?” an amazed grin lit up your face as you blinked back at the seasoned professional.

“Oh yeah, just ask my agent. I’ve been quite literally begging for this to happen.”

“Have you ever shot a gangbang before?” Lloyd then asked.

“Uhm, no,” you shook your head, “first gangbang–, or well, on screen that is. Although I haven’t ever been with four guys at once before, so that’s new,” your glance flickered over each of their faces, “but I’m excited! I’m prepped and ready, this is gonna be fun.”

But before your face could heat up any further, the doors to the room burst open and in strolled, not only the head of the studio, Romanoff Productions, but also the visionary who had signed on to direct the shoot herself.

“Oh, great! You’re all here,” Natasha came to a stop right before you all, “then it won’t be long now,” she stated before landing her gaze on you, “Cherry, should we take a look at what you’re gonna wear?”

“Yeah,” you followed along as she then slipped back into her swift stride, “I brought a few options, some different plaid skirts, all depending on what colour you had in mind.”

The camera low in Natasha’s grasp shadowed your ass, shyly peeking out from under your short blue plaid skirt with every quiet step, as you sneaked down the hallway from the front door and into the dimly lit living room.

“Breaking curfew…” a deep voice then rumbled somewhere in the darkness.

Spinning around, you spotted the group of men surrounding the round table in the corner, “Lee! Oh my god,” faking a fright, you clasped a palm over your exposed chest, as your tight shirt wasn’t just sparsely buttoned, but also gathered up and tied around your waist.

“Lee?” Lloyd murmured and shifted the cards in his grasp, “is that what you call your stepfather?”

Sinking your teeth down into your bottom lip, you quietly uttered, “…daddy...”

“Good girl,” Lee nodded, though didn’t glance over his shoulder at you as he then dropped his cards to the table and sighed, “now, are you gonna tell me why you were out so late or should I just punish you without knowing the full reason? I’m fine either way,” his fingers gently played with a stack of poker chips beside him.

“Oh, I don’t know if that is necessary,” you swiftly shook your head and attempted to shuffle closer towards the staircase, “I'm only 45 minutes late–”

“Come here,” his command was low and clear as his glare finally locked upon your figure in the dark.

“What?” your fingers fiddled lightly with the hem of your skirt, fluttering just above where a pair of long socks stretched up to.

“Cherry, you can come here right now, or you can get out of my house.”

Though it was all just pretend, his low tone still sent a shiver down your spine, “you’re gonna kick me out? Just for staying out a little bit too late?”

“But that’s not all you were doing, was it?” he tilted his head before pushing his chair back a few inches from the poker table, “come on,” his palm came down to clap his thigh, “don’t act like this is the first time your bratty ass has needed to be taken over my knee.”

Glancing around to the others, “shouldn’t we go up to my room? You have company,” you added in a whisper.

“Oh, they don’t mind,” he stated, keeping his gaze locked upon you as he raised his voice, “do you boys?”

“Not in the slightest,” Nick smirked and leaned back in his seat, eyeing you just as brashly as the rest of them did.

Slowly, you closed the distance to stand beside Lee’s seated form, though before even offering you another glance, the older man seized your frame and tilted you over his lap.

With your bottom barely covered in your tiny schoolgirl skirt, a yelp slipped up from your lungs as Lee sent his hand down to land, not a light beginning tap across it, but a harsh smack that had you jumping in his lap.

“So, are you gonna come clean and tell us all what you have been up to, young lady?” he asked after you’d lost count of his generous spanks.

“I-I was just hanging out with a friend from school,” you squeaked and dug your fingers into his thigh.

Though as his palm came down upon your ass once again, the smack caused your flimsy skirt to flip up, just enough for him to catch sight of the secret it had been hiding.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.”

But you kept your mouth shut as goosebumps pricked and covered your skin.

“Fine,” the word that left his lips was accompanied by a swift spank that soared across your bare bottom, “you don’t wanna talk? I’ll just have a look myself then,” he murmured before tilting closer, ever so slightly, and began to spread you apart.

“What are you–,” you peeked back at him over your shoulder, though your objection melted from your lips as his touch then swept through your glistening folds, “oh, f-fuck…”

“Doesn’t seem to me like you were just hanging out with a friend…” sticky strings of want created a web as Lee probed your puffy petals apart, letting him inspect your little hole, “…you know, I don’t ask much of you, but I do require you to obey my rules, and this?” his touch ghosted against your clit, making you swallow a moan, “this breaks nearly all of them.”

“I'm sorry, I just–”

“Sorry is not gonna cut it anymore! You’re gonna have to learn that there are consequences to your actions,” he growled before landing a swift slap against your glistening pussy, causing you to let out another cry.

As you tried to wiggle off his lap, the hand he’d had splayed across your lower back soared up to tangle itself in the hair at the base of your neck to keep you in place as he let his fingers sweep through your folds.

“You just need a bit tough love to learn the rules, that’s all…” he uttered over the sinful symphony of his persistent touch against your embarrassingly wet cunt.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” you grumbled through a heavy pant.

“You can call me whatever you want, I don’t fucking care,” his grip in your hair then tightened as he yanked you closer, your back having to arch to reach the angle he searched for, “you can either get what you deserve, or I can throw you out on your ass,” his breath fanned across your hot cheek as his lips nearly grazed it with every seething word he uttered, “it’s your choice.”

“…fine,” you finally replied through your gritted teeth before his grasp let go of your hair and sent you back down to stare at the floor.

Slowly, as Lee slipped a finger inside of you and gradually began to stretch you out, your eyes drifted shut and didn’t flutter back open till another one of his digits had eased inside of you and tickled out a quiet whimper, deep from within your soul. However, as you blinked your eyes back open, they fluttered up to discover the hard lengths that the others around the poker table had freed from their pants.

“Oh my god!” your eyes widened as you watched their fists slowly jerk up and down, leisurely stroking themselves as they stared at you, “Lee! Your friends, they’re–”

“Shh,” he kept up his touch as you began to quiver, “don’t mind them.”

By the time you were fighting the unbearable urge to cum, your body was flailing so fiercely that Lee had to clasp a forearm down around your waist in order to keep you over his lap. In the intoxicating fog you found yourself submerged in, someone caught your hand, and it wasn’t till moments later that it truly sank through your haze and you squinted over to discover Lloyd’s grasp engulfing your own, as he guided your touch over himself, his girth throbbing beneath your fingers. The vision alone was enough for you to throw in the towel and lose the battle to the high that then promptly washed over you.

Before your daze had a chance to fade, your frame was flipped back upright to briefly sit in Lee’s lap, and your reality was still so fuzzy that it took a moment for you to register when some of the others reached out to rip your shirt off, though the blue plaid that clung around your hips as well as the high socks, those were allowed to stay perfectly in place.

“You wanna fucking learn what happens to little sluts, huh?” Lee clutched your jaw in his grasp and growled against your cheek, “because that’s how you’re acting, so you might as well learn what it’s like to be treated as one.”

Flinging you around, he manhandled you onto the table, the others swiftly swiping away the cards and chip stacks out of the way before you landed in the middle.

“Since you’ve got no problem spreading your legs for your little friends, then mine shouldn’t be an issue either, should it now?”

“I–,” you panted, blinking up at Lee as he nudged your trembling thighs apart, “fuck…”

“What was that?” he smacked your sensitive cunt to conjure a clearer answer.

“Ah!” you let out a shriek, “no, daddy! Fine! Let them use me, what do I care!”

“Oh, you’ll care, babydoll…” Lloyd swiftly snatched up your right hand and brought it back to his cock, “must warn you, we aren’t as gentle as those little boys you hang out with.”

“But that’s alright, isn’t it?” Nick smirked as he seized your other hand and yanked it towards his own dick, “your cute little pussy deserves the punishment.”

Glancing between them all, you uttered, “you’re all sick.”

“Says the girl who just came,” Lloyd pointed out through a short chuckle.

“I did nothing wrong!” you continued, raising your voice, “everyone my age fools around! It’s not like I came home knocked up or anything–”

“Somebody shut her up,” Lee suddenly exhaled before Ari appeared above your head and swiftly stuffed his fat girth into your mouth, snuffing out the remainder of your sentence as it vibrated against his cock.

Your legs were then folded up till both Lloyd and Nick at your sides caught them and held your limbs in place, keeping you open for Lee as he fiddled with his fly.

Staring down at your pussy, Lee finally freed his cock and uttered, “now…” offering himself a gentle stroke as he took a step closer to you, “what are we gonna do to you…” he then tapped the heavy weight of his dick against your petals, making you squirm as sticky strings of desperation clung to his length, “maybe a little something here? Is that what you need in order to finally respect my rules?” he briefly flicked the bulbous head through your folds before his lips tilted into a sly smirk, “nah, I don’t think so… you need to be filled up somewhere that hasn’t already fucked tonight.”

And then, with the slickness now glistening up his cock, as well as the juices that had already leaked and dripped down, Lee began to split open your ass.

A cry promptly escaped you at the mind-numbing stretch, though as the sound vibrated against Ari’s girth, he only seized the opportunity and slid down even further till the staggering imprint of his size was bulging in your throat and his heavy sack was nuzzled up against your face.

“That’s it…” Lee groaned as he slowly filled you up, “that’s what you needed, isn’t it, kiddo?”

Though you had no clue who, a few of the men began to play with your tits, offering them playful smacks to make them jiggle hypnotically or even tug and pull on your pebbly nipples.

“Oh, would you look at that fucking cunt?” you heard Lloyd grunt as he watched closely at how your empty pussy was blowing euphoric bubbles, before you felt him reach down to grab your desperate core, pinching the puff a moment as they all marvelled in unison.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying her little lesson,” Ari chuckled as you choked on his cock.

“How could she not?” Nick reached down and slipped a finger inside your leaky hole, “you’re just a little whore for your stepdad and his friends, aren’t you?”

Sliding a digit in as well beside the other pornstar’s, Lloyd then murmured, “maybe instead of playing poker when we come over, we could all just play with you.”

Letting his cock slip out of your mouth, Ari craned down to touch you as well and began to bully your puffy clit, “yeah, you’d be a perfect little toy, wouldn’t you? Your daddy will teach you right how to treat us all.”

As Lee’s heavy sack smacked against your slick skin at his next deep thrust, you once again unravelled before them all, though this time in a rippling display that had your poor pussy gushing around the men’s fingers.

“Oh! That’s a good fucking girl!” Lee pulled his cock out of your ass before he joined in on the other’s torture, though didn’t stop till you were shaking violently beneath them and they couldn’t tickle forth anymore squirt from your overstimulated cunt, “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you, but just look,” he caught your eye, “you’re learning already.”

A smile found his features before he then, without warning, stuffed his girth into your pussy, beside the fingers that no one, not even himself, slipped out, but instead utilised the leverage to pry your clambering and sensitive pussy open for Lee’s fat girth.

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blac-ivy · 2 years ago

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I know not every mc can be strong willed, I understand that the people you love can be your greatest weakness... But nothing pisses me off like a flimsy reader/mc.

Bro's cheated 27 times, ran over your mum, then reversed the car back over her to 'assess the damage', boiled your goldfish, waxed one of your eyebrows, let his sidechick call you the Pillsbury doughboy, his mum treats you like shit stuck to her shoe and doesn't give a fuck about you the entirety of your relationship... But as soon as mc finds the strength to move on, a kiss on your 'sweet spot' is all it takes and you're weak at the knees. This is the 21st century, be a baddie go show your panty or something like ohmygod?!?! Stand up!!.

Nothing makes me walk away from a fic as fast as seeing someone who doesn't deserve forgiveness get forgiven after doing the bare minimum, or like when they've wronged someone and they leave them but they were pregnant or something

" why didn't you tell me?'' "I deserve to know" Shut up you deserve nothing.

For the love of god, get angry, get evil, get even, throw hands if you must.

Like I don't know who I want to fight more, the characters or the writers.

#pissing me off #harry potter fanfiction #bucky x reader #cedric diggory x reader #george weasley x reader #marvel imagine #draco malfoy x reader #steve rogers x reader #damon salvatore #tvd x reader #bucky barnes x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #harry potter x reader

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witchywithwhiskey · 3 months ago

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Dear Molly! For your sweethearts game. Can I please request

Lloyd Hansen- Bite Me! 😍

taste so sweet

pairing: brother's best friend!lloyd hansen x female reader

summary: you've been staying with your brother's best friend while you look for a new apartment, and when he gets on your last nerve, the dynamic in your relationship takes a sudden, sharp turn toward the filthy.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal and anal fingering, anal play, spanking, light pain play, light sadism/masochism, biting, bdsm dynamics established on the fly (including safe words and check-ins), very brief daddy kink, sir kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (a bunch), aftercare, sweet ending, kinda roommates to lovers

word count: 5.0k

a/n: i think i can safely say "bite me" was the most popular prompt y'all chose for this game since this is the third one i've written with it 🤭 i've had a lot of fun coming up with different scenarios that it makes sense in, and with Lloyd...well of course he's going to actually bite you 😏 anyway thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

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“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The dulcet murmuring of the yoga instructor on the TV was rudely interrupted by Lloyd Hansen, whose voice was equal parts eager curiosity, impolite teasing and vulgar innuendo.

You couldn’t see your brother’s best friend-slash-temporary roommate’s face from where you were positioned on your yoga mat. You were facing the TV in the living room of his apartment, while the front door was at your back.

Somehow, though, you could still see the smug grin on Lloyd’s face, framed perfectly by his stupid mustache.

Lloyd wasn’t supposed to be home so soon! You thought you were safe to do your morning yoga routine in the living room instead of the cramped guest bedroom without commentary from the man who couldn’t seem to resist annoying the shit out of you—which had only gotten worse since you’d moved in.

After the lease on your last apartment had ended and you hadn’t been able to find a new place in your price range, you’d had to take your brother up on his offer to stay with Lloyd for a bit while you continued your search. You’d never liked Lloyd—he was an undeniable douchebag and, again, always seemed hellbent on annoying you—but you hadn’t had much of a choice.

It was just your luck that Lloyd was the only person in the city who had the luxury of a spare bedroom. Your friends were all crammed into tiny places with roommates or significant others, and your brother lived too far outside the city to be a reasonable commute in for work. So you’d sucked it up and moved in with Lloyd.

For the most part, things had been fine. Mostly because you’d been avoiding your brother’s best friend as much as possible, especially since the first week. You’d accidentally caught a glimpse of Lloyd wearing only a towel as he’d ducked from the bathroom into his bedroom while you’d been eating breakfast.

You’d nearly dropped your spoon and spilled oats and yoghurt everywhere. The sight of Lloyd’s muscled chest, bare and glistening with droplets of water, was such a shock to your system, you’d stared after him for a long time, your brain unable to process the undeniable truth of what you’d witnessed.

Your brother’s best friend was hot.

Ever since then, you’d been unable to stop noticing things about Lloyd, like the softness of his pink mouth beneath the bristles of his mustache, and the spark of humor that seemed to be ever-present in his bright, blue eyes. He actually had a handsome face—though, in your opinion, he would be hotter if he’d shave off that ridiculous mustache.

But even the mustache was growing on you. Which told you that you were getting in way too deep.

And to make matters worse, Lloyd seemed to have noticed that his lewd and flirty comments flustered and annoyed you the most, so he’d started making them more and more. You knew he didn’t mean anything by them, that he was just pestering you because you were your brother’s little sister, but you’d started to enjoy it far more than you should.

It was the main reason you avoided doing yoga in the living room. The positions the yoga instructor led you through had you bent over on your hands and knees, ass sticking up in the air, and you could just imagine the things Lloyd would say—and the way your body would warm, as if welcoming him to follow through on his empty threats—and you didn’t want to deal with it.

But now you had to.

“I didn’t take you for the yoga type, cupcake,” Lloyd drawled when you didn’t immediately respond to his question. He set something down on the table beside the door, toed out of his shoes and padded further into the apartment, coming to a stop at the foot of your mat. “I never thought you’d paint such a pretty picture, pumpkin, with your head down and ass up…”

Lloyd’s voice trailed off, his tone thick with suggestion, and it took every ounce of self-control in your body not to tremble. You wanted to lower your shoulders, press your cheek to the mat, and present your ass to Lloyd, but your pride would never allow it. So instead, you spit out two words designed to make him leave you alone.

“Bite me.”

You’d turned your head to look at Lloyd while you said it, so you knew he wasn’t even looking at your face. He was just staring at your ass.

But at your words, his eyes flicked to yours, humor and hunger sparkling in their blue depths, and he grinned widely. Something low in your belly clenched tight with anticipation, but you forced yourself to roll your eyes at him and turn back to your video.

The yoga instructor on the TV was using her melodious voice to encourage you to inhale into cow pose before exhaling into cat pose. The movements meant you had to arch your spine toward the mat and then round it toward the ceiling, all while Lloyd watched.

Your body warmed when you dropped your belly and looked up, assuming cow pose, the position practically offering your ass up on a platter for Lloyd.

Despite this, you couldn’t help but keep your breath in your lungs, holding the position longer than normal as you wondered what Lloyd was going to do or say. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Lloyd muttered, his voice low and gruff in a way you’d never heard it before.

You only had a second to puzzle over the meaning of his words before he was falling to his knees behind you, his hands grabbing hold of your hips. A second later, you felt his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your ass through your leggings.

If you’d been asked, before that moment, what your reaction to someone biting your ass would’ve been, you would’ve answered confidently that you wouldn’t have enjoyed it. You’d assume you would shriek in surprise or kick backward to dislodge the person biting you. But your actual reaction was very different.

A low, obscenely filthy moan slipped from your lips, and your arms gave out. Your upper body sank down to your elbows on the mat, just like you’d imagined, and you pushed your ass right into Lloyd’s face.

It just felt so good—the slight sting of pain simmering into a burning heat of pleasure that had heat gathering quickly between your thighs.

It was only when you realized your response was just as inappropriate as Lloyd biting you that you reached an arm back and pushed against his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you asked, ignoring the breathlessness in your voice and the way it sounded like you were panting for more, not begging him to stop.

Lloyd lifted his head from your ass enough to catch your eye over your shoulder. “You told me to bite you, so I did,” he said simply, an unrepentant grin on his stupidly handsome face.

You huffed an annoyed sound, turning around and burying your face in your arms, refusing to let him see how turned on you were. But then Lloyd pulled one of his hands from your hips and slapped your ass hard.

Your body rocked forward from the force of the spank, and you bit so hard into your arm, you thought you might draw blood with the effort to hold in your moan. But you couldn’t stop your hips from pushing back instinctively, as if asking for more.

The brazen movement only made Lloyd chuckle, the sound low and devious and far hotter than it had any right to be.

“And it looks like you liked it—do you like a little bit of pain, princess?” Lloyd teased, an undercurrent of knowing in his smug, patronizing tone.

“That’s none of your business,” you spit out, forehead pressed to your forearms. You were unable to look at him, lest your brother’s best friend read it all over your face that you very much did like the little bit of pain he was giving you, that it heightened the pleasure, and you desperately wanted more.

Lloyd paused, and for one brief devastating moment, you thought he might pull away, that things might end there and you almost rushed to tell him not to stop. But before you could, he spoke, his voice calmer and more even.

“If I ask you ‘red, yellow or green’, do you know what that means, sunshine?” he asked in a serious tone. His hand was lighter and more soothing as his palm skimmed over your lower back, no longer touching you anywhere that was inappropriate.

“Yes, I understand,” you rushed to say, arching your spine and pushing your ass back into Lloyd’s lap, sucking in a gasp when you brushed against a thick bulge. “Green—green, Lloyd, please.”

It was easier to beg him this way, with a vague statement of consent, so you didn’t have to put into words everything you wanted. That you wanted him to push your head into the mat and spank you hard enough you’d be feeling it for days, to pull down your leggings and shove his cock into you, pounding against your smarting ass until he made you come undone.

Lloyd chuckled, the sound so self-satisfied and condescending, it made your slit grow wetter, your arousal dripping into your panties. But then his hands grabbed you roughly again, his strong fingers kneading your ass mercilessly through your leggings.

“You’re wrong about it not being my business, cupcake,” Lloyd rumbled, his voice warm even as it was patronizing. “As long as you’re living under my roof, everything about you is my business.”

The possessiveness in his words did something to your body, your belly swooping and your heart flipping in your chest, none of which you were ready to admit to Lloyd.

So you huffed a noise that you hoped sounded annoyed and sarcastically muttered, “Sure, dad.”

Your intention had been to mock Lloyd, who’d sounded like an overbearing father unable to give their child the freedom they deserved. But your words only seemed to heat the air between you and Lloyd, your brattiness bringing out something blazingly hot and deliciously volatile.

The quiet of the apartment, save for the yoga video still playing softly on the TV, was broken by the sharp crack of Lloyd’s hand coming down on your ass. You could feel your soft flesh jiggle, and it added a wonderful contrast to the light, stinging pain of the slap, which sounded worse than it had felt.

A low moan slipped from your body and you lowered your upper body further to the mat beneath you, arching your spine and presenting your ass just a little bit more for Lloyd, almost as if asking for more without words. But you should’ve known your brother’s best friend better.

“Is that what you’re into, filthy girl?” Lloyd asked, his big hands kneading your ass roughly through your leggings, making you wish he’d pull the fabric down and touch you for real. “Do you like to call the guys you fuck ‘dad’ and ‘daddy’—or am I special?”

Lloyd’s hands must be magic, it was the only explanation you could come up with for how good they were making you feel. But you weren’t distracted enough to not mouth off at your brother’s best friend.

“Who says I’m going to fuck you?” you shot back haughtily, turning your head and catching Lloyd’s gaze. You quirked your eyebrow at him in what could only be described as an insolent look.

Lloyd’s eyes darkened at the challenge in your tone. In a swift movement, he dropped his head to your ass, sinking his teeth deep into your soft flesh.

Even through your leggings and panties, you felt the sharp sting of his bite, and your eyelashes fluttered while another moan spilled from your lips unbidden.

The pain was at once reprimanding and playful, and your mind spun with the headiness of it. You could hardly believe Lloyd had bit you the first time, but a second time… Your heart was racing in your chest and your pussy was throbbing between your thighs and you needed something.

“You are,” Lloyd growled, dragging your attention back to the conversation you’d been having. His voice was smug even as it was thick with lust, and it took you a long moment to process his words.

Lloyd gave you a short reprieve, one of his hands sliding up your spine to wrap around the back of your neck. With his grip firm on your head, he lifted you up enough to make sure you maintained eye contact while he spoke.

“I’d prefer if you called me ‘sir’ instead of ‘daddy’ or anything like that,” he said, his tone as serious as it had been when he’d asked you for a color. His gaze held yours, and you knew he expected a response, but for a moment all you could do was look back at him.

There was something weighty about the moment that stole your breath. Lloyd wasn’t just messing around with you, he wanted you to know his preferences, he wanted to make sure you felt safe with him. He’d made sure you had a way of telling him to stop while you kept playing your game and now he was telling you what he liked.

It was freeing and terrifying at the same moment, so you responded the only way you knew how—like a brat.

“Noted,” you said in the same serious tone as Lloyd had used. Then you tossed your head and murmured blithely, “But I’m not gonna fuck you, sir.” The honorific was spit from your lips with as much impertinence as you could muster, and you were gratified by the way Lloyd’s expression darkened.

“You’re right, sunshine, I’m the one that’s gonna be fucking you,” Lloyd countered, giving you little time to process his words before he was ducking down behind you.

A second later, you felt his hot tongue press to the curve where your ass met your thigh and drag upward, licking you so close to where your slit was dripping into your panties, but not touching you there. It was such a tease that another obscene moan fell from your lips.

“Oh god,” you groaned, canting your hips and pushing your pussy closer to his face, but Lloyd just repeated the motion on the other side of your pussy, ignoring your slit entirely. “Lloyd.” His name was a frustrated huff as he licked closer to your cunt.

“You sure you don’t want me to fuck you, pumpkin?” Lloyd asked teasingly, using his big hands to spread your ass so he could drag his tongue closer to your pussy. “I could fuck you real good with my mouth and make you cum on my tongue—ya just gotta ask nicely.”

You wanted to keep being a brat, you wanted to see how far you could push Lloyd before he’d snap, but the more he tortured and teased you with his tongue through your clothes, the wilder it drove you.

You were so worked up, you thought Lloyd might be able to make you cum without even taking off your leggings and panties, but that thought left you cold and bereft.

When you didn’t say anything, Lloyd chuckled at your stubbornness. His hot breath ghosted over the wet spots he’d left on your leggings, making you tremble violently, your thighs quivering as they struggled to keep holding you up.

“C’mon, don’t you wanna be a filthy girl for me, princess?” Lloyd coaxed, his voice low and smooth and so entreating you wanted to give in already. “Don’t you wanna cum all over my face, sunshine, make a mess of my mustache?”

He dragged his face back and forth against your ass, making you feel the coarse bristles of his mustache, and you nearly howled with need. Desire was blazing through your body, your need for his tongue was throbbing in your pussy to the same beat as your racing heart. You could feel your resolve crumbling.

“Just ask me nicely, cupcake, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Please,” you cried, the word half sob and half prayer, wrenched from the depths of your soul. “Please fuck me with your tongue, sir, please make me cum—please!”

“Atta girl,” Lloyd crooned, yanking your leggings and panties down in one harsh move, and burying his face in your cunt from behind. He groaned loudly into your damp flesh, sweeping his tongue from your clit to your ass, tasting every inch of you. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, pumpkin.”

Your thighs were trapped together by your clothes, which Lloyd had only pulled down far enough to get to your pussy, but that didn’t stop you from pushing your hips back into his face. One of your hands reached back blindly, sinking into his soft brown hair, slick with just a little bit of gel, and twisted in the strands, holding him close.

“Lloyd,” you cried out, your body trembling as he licked deep into your slit, his mustache brushing against your heated, oversensitive skin. It made you sob with pleasure at the contrast of his hot tongue and the rough rasp of his coarse hair. “Lloyd, oh god, oh god, yes!”

Without pulling his face from your cunt, which he kept eating voraciously, Lloyd brought a hand down sharply on your ass. It surprised you enough that you let out a little shriek, your body shuddering and your pussy dripping even more onto Lloyd’s tongue.

“What did I tell you to call me, princess,” he rumbled into your soft, wet cunt. “If you want me to keep eating this pretty pussy, you call me ‘sir’ and you use your words to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want to cum,” you whimpered, your pleasure already twisting overwhelmingly in your core. You were so close, so close, so close. “I want to cum all over your face, sir—please make me cum, sir!”

Lloyd chuckled, nipping playfully at your folds. His hands kneaded your ass, holding you right where he wanted you while he feasted on your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you cum, pretty girl, don’t you worry,” he purred, pausing only to nuzzle his mustache over the tender flesh of your soaked cunt, laughing huskily when you trembled and whined for him. “Gonna make your cunt cream all over my mustache.”

“Oh god, yes, sir, want it,” you moaned, your fingers twisting tighter in Lloyd’s hair and pulling his face into your body. At the same time, you pushed your hips back, until his groans were muffled as he ate you out.

His fingers worked your soft curves, groping you roughly and delivering sharp spanks whenever you reverted to calling him Lloyd, making you gasp and moan in equal measure. He gorged himself on your pussy, licking deep into your hole, sucking on your clit and nipping at your sensitive flesh until you were a writhing, moaning mess.

When he had you squirming and begging beneath him, Lloyd’s thumb trailed down the seam of your ass, brushing against your little rosebud. You squealed when he pressed lightly against the tight ring of muscle, your body shaking violently under the strength of your pleasure.

Lloyd paused only long enough to ask for your color and when you gasped an enthusiastic, “Green!” he dipped his thumb into your pussy, coated it in your slick arousal, and pushed it into your ass.

All the while, he used his soothing voice to coax you into relaxing for him, to letting him in, and when you did, you moaned loudly at the feel of him inside you. It was so depraved and delicious and you loved it.

“You’re so fucking perfect, cupcake,” Lloyd growled against your pussy, shoving his tongue deep inside you to feel the way you fluttered for him. “Now cum on my tongue, princess,” he ordered, his voice rough and demanding, “Wanna taste your cum, give it to me—cum for me, filthy girl.”

Lloyd’s growled command and the way his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking mercilessly on the bundle of nerves while his thumb was buried in your ass, had you shattering apart with a scream you tried to muffle in your yoga mat. It was a desperate, aching cry as your pussy convulsed and gushed with your release.

Behind you, Lloyd rumbled an appreciative sound, drinking down your juices greedily, tongue lapping up every drop until you were shivering from the overstimulation. Even then, he brushed his mustache over your clit, the delicious rasp wringing one last devastating aftershock from your body as you whimpered pathetically.

When you were done, Lloyd carefully slipped his thumb from your ass, pulled up your leggings and panties, then wrapped his arms around your upper body, easing you up from your bent over position. He sat back and tugged you into his lap, holding you close in the cage of his arms while you caught your breath.

“Did that feel good, sunshine?” he asked in a voice gentler than any you’d heard him use before. There was a level of care in his tone that made your heart thump harder in your chest, even as your body otherwise settled and cooled.

“Yeah,” you said on a delicate exhale, snuggling into Lloyd’s chest and breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne. He made you feel so safe and comfortable, you gave in to the urge to add, “Thank you, sir.”

Lloyd chuckled a little, cupping your cheek in his big hand and lifting your head so he could look you in the eye. “Thank you, pretty girl, for trusting me to make you feel good.”

There was so much genuine affection in Lloyd’s crystal blue gaze that it stole the breath from your lungs. Your eyes dropped to his mouth, traces of your release still glistening on his lips and in his mustache. The urge to kiss him, to taste yourself on Lloyd’s tongue, was nearly overwhelming.

As if reading your mind, Lloyd leaned in, pausing a hair’s breadth away from your lips. But you didn’t want him to hesitate, you wanted him to kiss you—so you closed the distance and kissed your brother’s best friend for the first time.

Your first kiss with Lloyd Hansen was filthy and messy, and yet also somehow sweet and gentle. His mouth was soft, and firm as he explored yours, licking along your lips and deepening the kiss quickly when you immediately opened for him.

Though he tasted of your release, reminding you of all the dirty things he’d already done to your body, he was tender as he slipped his tongue between your lips. And he was methodical in learning what made you gasp and moan for him.

Against your thigh, you could feel Lloyd’s cock twitching, and a renewed heat began to stir in your core, making you yearn to keep going with whatever had begun between the two of you.

Breaking from the kiss, you took a moment to appreciate the dark heat in Lloyd’s eyes, the slight, smug curl of his mouth. Before that morning, that look might’ve annoyed you, but now it just filled you with heat and excitement.

“Would you like me to take care of you now, sir?” you asked sweetly, dragging your fingers down Lloyd’s chest, delighting in the way his muscles jumped and danced beneath your touch.

Before you could touch him where he was twitching and throbbing in his pants, though, Lloyd caught your wrist and snatched your hand away. Despite the way Lloyd’s fingers tangled in yours, disappointment crashed over you and you frowned up at him.

“Why don’t you finish your yoga, and then we can talk a bit, figure out exactly what we both want this to be,” Lloyd said in that softer tone of his. It made you feel safe, sweeping away the disappointment you’d felt only a moment ago. “I brought you coffee and a treat.”

Lloyd tipped his head toward the table next to the front door of the apartment, and you looked to see a cardboard tray with two to-go cups. Next to it sat a paper bag with the logo of your favorite bakery stamped on it.

“You got me coffee?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with confusion. Lloyd never did nice things for you like that. You were just his best friend’s annoying little sister who was crashing with him while she looked for apartments, not someone he’d get a special treat for.

Looking back at Lloyd, you could see a slight pink in his cheeks, and he wouldn’t meet your eye.

“And a pastry thing with red frosting,” he said, answering your question. When you sat in silence for a beat too long, he finally dragged his gaze to yours, noting your confusion. “Do you not know what day it is?”

You lifted your shoulders in a careless shrug and shook your head. “February…something?”

Lloyd huffed a laugh. “It’s Valentine’s Day, princess.” His tone was somehow both patronizing and warm, and he rolled his eyes at you for good measure.

But you were already rolling your eyes right back at him, shoving playfully at his chest. “How was I supposed to know, it’s not like I have anyone—wait!” Your defensive explanation for why you’d forgotten the holiday cut off abruptly as something occurred to you.

Your eyes widened and you looked at Lloyd, studying your brother’s best friend closely. His cheeks were still a little pink with the faint trace of a blush, and the corners of his mouth were flickering like he was trying to hold back a smile.

But it was Lloyd’s eyes that really gave him away. His sparkling blue eyes were glimmering with so much warmth and affection, it made you gasp all over again.

“You got me a Valentine’s Day treat!”

At your pronouncement, Lloyd tossed his head back and laughed. Your eyes snagged on the long line of his throat, staring greedily and wondering if Lloyd would mind if you paid him back for all his teasing by licking along the corded muscle there.

When Lloyd finally lowered his head and caught your eye again, there was humor and desire shimmering in the depth of his gaze.

“I thought it was time we finally do something about all the sizzling chemistry between us,” Lloyd explained, giving you a playful wink. It was on the tip of your tongue to protest—your mouth even opened to deny it—but Lloyd just gave you a hard look. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, cupcake, don’t deny it.”

The memory of Lloyd ducking out of the bathroom in only a towel and striding to his room popped into your head unbidden. Since then, you had been looking at him with much more heat and desire than you ever thought you’d feel for your brother’s best friend, but you’d thought you’d kept it under wraps.

Apparently not, since Lloyd was giving you such a knowing look. All you could do was scoff and roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms while you huffed and puffed and pouted up at him. “Can I have my treat now?”

“Not until you finish your yoga,” Lloyd said sternly, patting your ass as he helped you slide off his lap. You shot him a bratty glare, which only made his eyes darken; his hand slapped your ass a little harder. “Finish your yoga and then you get your treat—and you can play with my cock.”

“Oooh, okay!” you said more eagerly, quickly stretching yourself out on your mat and pulling up the video that had long since finished. You found the spot where Lloyd had distracted you and got back into position before you hit play.

Lloyd gathered the cardboard tray and pastry bag from the table, then sat down on the couch, sipping his coffee while he watched you move through your yoga positions. You knew he watched you the whole time, because you could feel his eyes undressing you, no doubt thinking of other fun ways to interrupt your morning yoga in the future.

Once you were blessedly done with the yoga routine, you bounced up from the mat and went to Lloyd, who pulled you into his lap before you could sit beside him on the couch. He handed you your coffee and the bag with the pastry.

While you ate and drank, the two of you discussed what you wanted from a relationship, both inside and out of the bedroom, and whether you’d tell your brother before or after you moved out of Lloyd’s apartment.

Lloyd promised to help you find your own place, revealing he’d been doing some digging already and had a couple prospects for you to look at.

After you were done with your coffee and pastry, you slid off Lloyd’s lap, kneeling between his parted legs and begged him to let you have your other treat. Lloyd helped you get his pants down enough for you to pull out his cock.

You licked him from base to crown, swirling your tongue around the hot, leaking tip and humming in delight when you tasted his salty precum. Looking up at Lloyd from under your lashes, you smiled at him.

“You taste so sweet, sir,” you purred, before lavishing his cock with all the attention of your warm, devoted tongue.

Lloyd groaned, mumbling something about how perfect you and your mouth were while you worshipped his cock, teasing him just as much as he’d teased you. When he finally came, it was with a nearly feral growl, his hands pushing your head roughly down on his cock as you swallowed his cum greedily.

The rest of your Valentine’s Day was spent curled up with Lloyd Hansen, looking up apartment listings in between talking and getting to know each other better. He may have been your brother’s best friend when you’d moved in, but you were both determined that he’d be your boyfriend by the time you moved out.

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Huffily Ever After: A CindereLloyd Story [8/8]

Chapter Eight - Departure Day

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 6.7k Summary: The morning after... decisions need to be made now that things have changed for you both personally and professionally before you leave Paris.

SERIES Content/Warnings: modern Cinderella adaptation, unknown identities, enemies to lovers, toxic coworkers CHAPTER SPECIFIC: explicit smut: kissing, riding and grinding, nipple play, unprotected vaginal penetration, creampie; praise; use of endearments: princess, Cinderella; coarse language

Author Note: Thank you @vonalyn for helping me over some final decisions with this!

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You woke up to a knock on your door and groaned, not wanting to leave the warmth surrounding you, a cocoon of soft sheets and firm muscle.

The brush of warm lips and a mustache tickled your neck. “Stay here, princess,” Lloyd murmured in your ear. Then he rolled out of beed and slipped on one of the hotel robes from the closet before answering the door.

Warm rays of morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently ushering in the morning. You heard Lloyd’s groggy voice conversing with whoever was at the door, followed by the clinking of dishes as Lloyd rolled in a room service cart.

You smiled, stretching languidly beneath the sheets, relishing their softness against your bare skin. You relished the pleasant ache in your muscles, a delicious reminder of the night's passionate activities. Your body was sore in all the right places, a testament to Lloyd's thorough and relentless attention.

Lloyd's skilled hands had explored every inch of your body, his lips leaving trails of fire across your skin. You remembered the way he had taken you in every position imaginable, his stamina seemingly endless, and the exquisite fullness he subjected you to as he moved inside you again and again.

His powerful presence had extended in every way into bed with you last night. The room had been filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, punctuated by Lloyd's husky commands and praise.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine,” Lloyd said, taking covers off the various dishes after planting the cart next to the small table in the corner of the room.

The delicious smells of breakfast were inviting, so you slipped out of bed with only minimal regret and padded to the closet to grab the other robe.

There was coffee, tea, orange juice, two plates with eggs benedict, and a tray laden with bacon, pastries, and fresh fruit. Lloyd was already adding bacon and fruit to his plate, and so you followed suit, grabbing the morning delights you wanted as well. You pulled out one of the chairs at the table, but Lloyd tutted at you.

“Oh, no, we’re having breakfast in bed, princess.”

You raised an eyebrow at Lloyd, but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Breakfast in bed? How decadent."

Lloyd smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "After last night, I think we've earned a little decadence, don't you?"

Heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered more of the moments you'd shared. Lloyd's grin widened, clearly enjoying your reaction. He gestured towards the bed with a nod.

"After you."

You climbed back onto the plush mattress and settled against the headboard. Lloyd followed, carefully balancing both plates as he joined you, his thigh pressed warmly against yours, then handed you your plate.

For a few moments, you both ate in comfortable silence, savoring the delicious food. The eggs benedict was perfectly cooked, the hollandaise sauce rich and creamy. You stole glances at Lloyd, still somewhat in disbelief at the turn of events that had led to this situation.

Despite everything that had gone on this week and the things that had happened between you two, there was something oddly comfortable about being with him like this - sharing breakfast in bed without a care in the world.

And compared to your life only the afternoon before, you almost didn’t have a care in the world.

Lloyd finished off another slice of bacon, then broke the silence.

“With your wicked stepmother of a boss defeated, your glass slipper of a necklace returned, and the ball of a conference over, how are you feeling, Cinderella?”

You laughed softly at Lloyd's whimsical summary of the past few days. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound like a fairytale, doesn't it?" you replied, taking a sip of your coffee. "Though I'm not sure how well the Cinderella story holds up when the prince is the one breaking into hotel rooms."

Lloyd's mustache twitched with amusement. "I prefer to think of myself as more of a dashing rogue than a prince."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "That tracks."

You took another sip of your coffee, considering the question more seriously. "Honestly? I'm feeling optimistic. Excited. Maybe a little overwhelmed."

Lloyd nodded, his blue eyes studying you intently. "All understandable reactions to having your entire professional life upended in the span of twenty-four hours."

"And my personal life," you added, giving him a pointed look.

A slow smirk spread across Lloyd's face. "Ah yes, can't forget that rather significant development."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "So modest."

"Modesty has never been one of my virtues, princess," Lloyd retorted, setting his empty plate aside.

You chuckled, finishing the last bite of your breakfast. "I'm aware."

Lloyd took your plate and set it aside with his own before turning back to you, his expression growing more serious. "So, what is next for you? I assume you're going to accept the promotion at Nexus?"

You nodded, a flutter of excitement in your stomach as you thought about your future.

Lloyd's eyes lit up with approval. "Good choice. Maggie's brilliant, but a start up can’t offer you as much as that Nexus offer, and it outpaces the formal offer Claude will be giving you this morning, too.”

You frowned. “Hang on, did you read the Nexus offer while you were here before I got back last night?”

“You took longer than I thought you would.”

“You brought your own book!” you protested, gesturing across the room.

Lloyd shrugged, completely unbothered. “Which I read after seeing the perfectly good literature lying around here.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but couldn't muster any real anger. Lloyd's audacity was part of what made him so intriguing, after all.

"You're unbelievable," you said.

Lloyd's lips quirked into a smirk. "I prefer to think of myself as opportunistic."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "So, Mr. Opportunistic, what's next for you? Back to your father's company?"

His expression turned thoughtful. "Of course. No rest for the wicked, and there are always new projects to explore."

You raised an eyebrow, studying him. "What would you do if you could start over again, do anything in the world?”

For a moment, he was silent, and you could almost see the gears turning in his mind. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, not his usual smirk, but something more playful.

"If I could start over, really do anything," he mused, "I'd join the CIA."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “What?”

His blue eyes sparkled impishly as he continued, painting a vivid picture. "I'd be the agent they'd call for the impossible missions. Infiltrating shadowy criminal organizations, outwitting foreign intelligence agencies, maybe even preventing a nuclear crisis or two."

“I’m being serious, Lloyd!”

"Think about it," he continued. "The intrigue, the high-stakes missions, the power to shape global events from the shadows. It's like playing chess on a global scale, but with real consequences. The adrenaline rush of covert operations, the satisfaction of outmaneuvering rogue agents.”

His enthusiasm was infectious, but you remained silent and fought the urge to engage and encourage this trailing off from what you really wanted to talk about.

Lloyd sighed, reading your expression for what it was.

“Fine. Real answer? I didn’t do anything else because I didn’t want to,” he explained. “I like this shit. I grew up seeing what it could be, what it could do. I knew it would suck balls to join my father’s company, but it would be as bad or worse trying to climb up through other companies that would see Hansen Global as a rival - either they’d never trust me or they’d try to use me. I chose the game I knew I could eventually win, even though it’s a long game.”

You nodded slowly, processing Lloyd's words. His answer was candid, and you found yourself appreciating his honesty, feeling like this version of Lloyd was more true to the Lloyd of the masquerade.

"It doesn’t look like it’s been an easy path,” you observed, “but you've made it work for you."

You could see now that his insistence on total anonymity at Versailles had been because he knew it would be the only time he could be present and not be seen and judged as Lloyd Hansen, son of the founder of Hansen Global Digital Industries.

Lloyd's expression softened slightly. "It hasn't been without its challenges. But I've always believed in playing to my strengths."

You couldn't help but smile. "And your strengths just happen to include corporate espionage and seducing unsuspecting conference attendees?"

Lloyd's signature smirk returned. "Among other things. Though I wouldn't say you were entirely unsuspecting, princess. You gave as good as you got."

Heat rose to your cheeks at the memory. "Fair point," you conceded.

"Speaking of what's next," he said, shifting closer, his voice low and husky, "I was thinking we could explore some of those other strengths of mine."

Your breath caught in your throat as Lloyd's free hand traced a path up your thigh, pushing aside the fabric of your robe. "Oh?" you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. "And what strengths might those be?"

Lloyd's smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't I show you?"

In one fluid motion, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. He pushed your robe open, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room and Lloyd's hungry gaze.

Your breath hitched as Lloyd's warm hands roamed over your newly exposed skin. His touch was electric, igniting sparks of desire everywhere his fingers grazed. You shivered, partly from the cool air and partly from anticipation.

"Cold, princess?" Lloyd murmured, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled you flush against his chest, enveloping you in his warmth.

You gasped softly as your bare skin met the soft fabric of his robe, your nipples hardening at the friction. Lloyd's hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively.

"You know," he said, his voice a low rumble that you could feel vibrating through his chest, "I've been thinking about this all morning. About how perfectly your body responds to me."

To emphasize his point, he rolled his hips upwards, the hard length of him pressing against your core. You couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped your lips.

"Lloyd," you breathed, your hands moving to his shoulders for balance.

His blue eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction. "That's it. Let me hear you."

You writhed against him, desperate for more friction. Lloyd's hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements as you ground against him.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. You yielded willingly, melting into him as the kiss deepened.

Your fingers tangled in Lloyd's hair as the kiss intensified, passion building between you. His hands roamed your body possessively, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You could feel his hard cock beneath you, your own arousal mounting in response.

Lloyd broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against your skin.

"You," you gasped as he nipped at your pulse point. "I want you, Lloyd."

He chuckled darkly. "You have me. But how do you want me?"

His hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"I want..." you started, then hesitated, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks.

Lloyd pulled back slightly, his intense gaze meeting yours. "Don't be shy now, princess. Tell me exactly what you want."

His commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"I want you inside me," you said, your voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fuck me raw from behind."

Lloyd's eyes darkened further, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "That can certainly be arranged."

Lloyd flipped you onto your stomach, then pulled your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. You gasped at the sudden change in position, excitement coursing through your veins.

"Like this, princess?" Lloyd's voice was low and rough with desire as his hands caressed your back, sliding down to anchor your hips firmly.

"Yes," you breathed, arching your back and pressing yourself against him invitingly.

You felt the bed shift as Lloyd positioned himself behind you. His hands spread your thighs wider, and you shivered as you felt the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. Lloyd chuckled, clearly enjoying your desperation.

"Remember," Lloyd growled, "you asked for this."

Without further warning, he thrust into you fully, filling you in one smooth motion. You moaned at the delicious stretch, your fingers curling into the sheets.

Lloyd's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. Each powerful thrust drove you forward, the headboard creaking in protest. You gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

"That's it," Lloyd growled, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all."

He angled his hips, hitting the money spot deep inside you. Your arms trembled, struggling to support your weight as Lloyd pounded into you mercilessly.

"Fuck, Lloyd!" you cried out, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Lloyd's hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back. "Let me hear you, princess. I want whoever’s in the next room to know who's making you feel this good."

Lloyd's hand snaked around to rub circles on your clit, and you cried out at the added stimulation. "That's it," he praised, “love how your tight cunt squeezes me, craves my cock.”

Your body tensed as pleasure built within you, Lloyd's relentless pace and skilled fingers driving you rapidly towards the edge.

"Lloyd, I'm close," you whined, your fingers grasping at the sheets tightly.

"Not yet," Lloyd growled, his hand leaving your clit to grip your hip once more. "You come when I say you can come."

You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, but the commanding tone of Lloyd's voice sent another surge of arousal through you. His thrusts became even more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

"God, you're intoxicating," Lloyd growled, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you. "Can't get enough of you."

His words sent another thrill through you, and you struggled to hold back your impending orgasm. You rolled your hips more insistently, drawing a low groan from him.

"Then don't stop," you breathed, your voice husky with desire.

Lloyd's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. "Careful what you wish for, princess," he said, his voice rough with desire.

He maintained his punishing pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, desperate for release but holding back, waiting for Lloyd's permission.

"Please," you whimpered.

Lloyd's hand snaked around to your front again, his fingers finding your clit. He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out.

"That's it," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "Let me hear how much you want it."

Your moans grew louder, more desperate as Lloyd continued his assault on your senses, rubbing tight little circles over your clit.

"Lloyd, please," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your release. "I need to come. Please let me come."

You felt Lloyd's chest rumble against your back as he chuckled darkly. "Since you asked so nicely..." His fingers increased their pressure on your clit as he ordered, "Come for me, princess. Now."

He punctuated the command with a pinch to your clit and it sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you with a breathtaking intensity, your inner walls clenching hard around Lloyd's cock. You cried out his name, your vision going white as the sensation overwhelmed you.

Lloyd groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as your climax triggered his own. "Fuck, yes," he snarled, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release before collapsing over you, pushing you down flat beneath him.

For a moment, you both remained frozen, panting heavily as the aftershocks of your intense orgasms rippled through your bodies. Lloyd's weight pressed you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. Slowly, he eased out of you, eliciting a soft whimper at the loss.

Lloyd rolled onto his side, then pulled you into him so your were pressed chest to chest. His arm draped over your waist, holding you close as you both caught your breath.

"Well," Lloyd murmured, his voice husky and satisfied, "I'd say that was another successful demonstration of my strengths, wouldn't you?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound slightly breathless. "Mmm, I don't know. I might need a few more demonstrations before I can make a proper assessment."

He laughed, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and something deeper. "Next time we're sleeping in my bed," he declared, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "A Queen is too small."

You raised an eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat at his words. "Next time?"

Lloyd arched an eyebrow in return, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. "I'm not putting a ring on your finger tomorrow," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, "but neither of us are one-night-stand or casual-fling-with-people-we-know types."

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, a pleased, demure smirk playing on your lips. "No," you agreed softly, "we're not."

Lloyd's gaze softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with an intensity that made your heart stutter. His thumb traced your cheekbone gently.

"I meant what I said last night," Lloyd murmured, his voice low and serious. "I want to see where this goes. You're intriguing. Intelligent. Challenging. I don't want to let you slip away."

Your heart raced at his words, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. "I want that too," you admitted softly. "But this won't be easy, Lloyd. Our lives, our careers... there's a lot to consider."

Lloyd's lips quirked into a small smirk. "I’ve never been interested in easy. Boring." His expression grew more serious as he continued, "I know it won't be simple. But I think we’re worth a shot."

You couldn't help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest at his words. "Careful, you might be moving from Prince Charming sarcastic to an actual Prince Charming.”

He grimaced. “Can’t have that.”

You laughed. “No, definitely not.”

His hand settled on your waist, thumbs tracing small circles on your skin, lightly kneading your flesh. "You’re fucking gorgeous," he murmured after another moment, his eyes drinking you in.

"Gorgeous enough to make you want to stay in bed all day?" you teased, trailing your fingers along his jawline.

Lloyd's eyes darkened with desire. "Temptress," he growled, pulling you closer. "I'd love nothing more than to keep you here, naked and wanting, all day long."

His lips found yours in a fierce kiss that had your heart immediately racing again. You melted into him, savoring the taste of him, the feeling of his firm body pressed against yours. His tongue danced with yours, igniting sparks of desire that threatened to consume you both.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you couldn't help but smile. "So why don't we?" you asked, your voice husky with want.

Lloyd groaned, resting his forehead against yours. "Because, Cinderella, as much as I'd love to spend the day exploring every inch of your delectable body, we both have responsibilities to attend to."

You pouted playfully, trailing your fingers down his chest. "Responsibilities are overrated."

Lloyd chuckled, catching your wandering hand and bringing it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before fixing you with a stern look. "You have a new job offer to formally accept, and I have a number of Hansen Global board members to attend to before they leave the city."

You sighed, knowing he was right. "I guess we have rejoin the real world at some point."

Lloyd's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his blue eyes. "This isn't an ending, princess. It's a beginning."

Your heart was falling too quickly for this man, and maybe you wanted to let yourself fall for once.

“Now, up with you before you turn into a pumpkin.”

Maggie stirred her latte, the foam swirling into intricate patterns. Her eyes, sharp and inquisitive as ever, fixed on you with keen interest. "So," she began, a hint of anticipation in her voice, "which region did you accept for Nexus?"

You took a sip of your own coffee, savoring the rich flavor before answering. "Southeast Asia," you replied, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

"Good for you," she said with a genuine smile. "That's a challenging market, but I know you'll excel there. You clearly got off to a good start with Zhongxin."

"Thank you, Maggie," you said, warmth spreading through you at her praise. "I'm really excited about the opportunity. I can’t help but feel like I might not have been quite so ready to tackle this without getting to reconnect with you and have your guidance and support throughout this conference."

You paused, stirring your coffee thoughtfully. "I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about the challenges. But I'm also eager to dive into a role like this in such a dynamic market. There's so much potential for growth and innovation in Southeast Asia."

Maggie nodded approvingly. "That's the right attitude. Embrace the challenges – they're what will help you grow."

You took another sip of your coffee, then leaned forward, curiosity piquing. "So, I have to ask… What about you and Claude?"

Maggie's eyes lit up. "He’s such an old friend but… seeing him here, both of us single now, it’s been a breath of fresh air I didn’t know I was ready for.”

“Does that mean…?” You leaned in closer, grinning.

She laughed. “Oh, I’m not tying myself down. He’s aware I’m only looking for a ‘long-term, long-distance, low-commitment, casual’ boyfriend.”

Maggie's expression softened, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her eyes. "You know, Paul was my first love," she said, her voice taking on a wistful quality as she spoke of her late husband. "We met in college, and it was like something out of a romantic comedy. He was the charming, slightly awkward engineering student, and I was the plucky and ambitious business major. We just clicked."

She paused, tracing the rim of her coffee cup with her finger. "He was the only man I'd ever been with, romantically or otherwise. We grew into adults together, built our careers and our lives side by side.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of her words. Maggie had always been a force of nature, and this more personal side of her was rarely seen.

"When Paul passed," she continued, her voice softening, "it was like the world had tilted on its axis. Everything I knew, everything I had planned for our future, it all vanished. For the longest time, I couldn't imagine a world without him in it."

Maggie's eyes grew distant, lost in memory. "But time has a way of healing wounds, even the deepest ones. I kept on living life a day at a time. And when that kept happening, and I kept on having more days and more new pages to add to my book of life, I started to realize that maybe, just maybe, there was room in my heart not only for something new, but perhaps someone new, too."

She took a sip of her latte, a small smile playing on her lips. "Claude is a different kind of love. He understands loss in a way that not many people do. He's patient, kind, and he makes me laugh in a way I haven't in so long. There's no pressure, no expectations. We're just two people getting to the true second halves of our lives. And I’m not ready to jump into anything yet-”

“‘Long-term, long-distance, low-commitment, casual?’” you repeated the Barbie term.

“Exactly. But I do think he could be the last love of my life. When we’re both ready.”

You couldn't help but smile at Maggie's words, touched by her vulnerability and openness. "I'm really happy for you, Maggie. You deserve to find joy again."

Maggie's eyes crinkled with warmth. "Thank you, dear. Now, enough about my love life. What about you and Lloyd Hansen?"

"I-”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, caught off guard by her direct question. “How did you know?"

Maggie chuckled. "The way you two were looking at each other the other night at the gala? Plus, I saw him leaving your room this morning."

You laughed, then shook your head. "It's complicated," you admitted, fidgeting with your coffee cup.

Maggie raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Is it though?”

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "He's not what I expected. At all."

"I've heard rumors about Lloyd,” Maggie started.

You steeled yourself, sure you’d heard the very same - even discussed them with Gus the first morning of the conference.

Maggie leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Not the rumors you're expecting," she continued. "Claude has known Lloyd for years, so I questioned him, and he shared some interesting insights."

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned forward, eager to hear more.

"According to Claude, Lloyd has worked twice as hard as anyone around him to prove that he's more than his father's last name. He's ruthless in his work ethic, often the first one in the office and the last to leave. He doesn't try to suck up or make friends with his colleagues, but he knows how to get things done."

Maggie paused, clearly taking the moment to draw out a little more suspense in her relay of information, her eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Apparently, Lloyd can always charm a client when it matters. He has a knack for making good deals and building solid relationships.”

You nodded, processing Maggie's words. They didn’t contradict some of the other things you’d heard, but they were a different view, one that seemed more reflective of the man you’d gotten to know this week - the masked version as well as the rougher unmasked man. He was no perfect prince, but certainly more than people thought he was.

"That sounds... accurate," you admitted. "He's complex. Challenging. And there's more to him than meets the eye."

Maggie smiled knowingly. "You care for him."

"I think I do," you confessed. "It's new and unexpected, but there's something there."

Maggie reached across the table, patting your hand gently. "Love often is. Just be careful. Don't rush into anything, but don't let fear hold you back either. Life's too short for that."

You couldn't help but smile at her advice. "Thanks, Maggie. For everything."

Maggie reached across the table, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Anytime, dear.” Then she stood. “Now, I’m off to catch a train with Claude. He says I have to spend a weekend with him in Normandy, and who am I to argue with him?”

You grinned, watching Maggie gather her things. "Have the best time in Normandy. You deserve it."

As Maggie turned to leave, she paused, her expression growing serious. "One more thing," she said, her voice low. "Whatever happens with Lloyd, don't lose sight of yourself. You're a brilliant woman with a bright future ahead of you. Don't let anyone, no matter how charming, derail your ambitions."

You nodded, touched by her concern. "I won't, Maggie. I promise."

“And now that we��ve reconnected, don’t forget that I’m only ever a call, email, or text away.”

Your heart swelled and you nodded again. “Give Claude my best.”

With a final smile and a wave, Maggie was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your cooling coffee.

You sat there for a while, mulling over everything that had happened in the past week. The conference, the drama with your former boss, the unexpected connection with Lloyd... it all felt unreal.

And yet, it was your life.

As you made your way through the hotel lobby, lost in thought about the whirlwind week you'd had, you nearly collided with a tall, distinguished-looking man in an impeccably tailored suit.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, stepping back quickly.

The man steadied you with a firm hand on your arm, his steel-gray eyes appraising you with keen interest. "No harm done," he said, his voice deep and resonant. “I was hoping I’d run into you again, though perhaps not quite so literally.”

"Mr. Hansen!" you exclaimed, recognizing Lloyd's father. Your heart raced as you recalled your interactions at the gala.

Robert Hansen's lips curved into a small smile. "Please, I told you to call me Robert. I heard about Zhongxin - unfortunately your loss is our gain, but I think there's opportunity for you with Hansen Global, too. There's an offer I believe Claude delivered to you?"

You nodded, trying to maintain your composure. "Yes, he did. It was a very generous offer."

“But for some reason, not generous enough? Claude said you declined.”

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "It was a wonderful opportunity, Mr. Hansen - Robert. But I've decided to accept a new position with Nexus Technologies. It aligns more closely with my career goals at this time."

Robert's eyebrows raised slightly. "Nexus is certainly making waves in the industry." He paused, studying you intently. "I have to admit, I'm a bit disappointed. I was looking forward to seeing what you could bring to Hansen Global. But I do respect your loyalty - it’s a trait I value highly."

You blinked.

Then, deciding to seize the opportunity, you asked, “Do you?”

Robert frowned. “Pardon?”

"Do you really value loyalty?" you asked, your curiosity piqued. "I'm asking because your words don’t correlate with your treatment of your son the other night.”

A flicker of surprise and intrigue crossed Robert’s face. "You're quite bold, aren't you?" he said, his tone a mixture of amusement and wariness.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "At the gala, I couldn't help but notice the way you spoke about Lloyd. It seemed dismissive. Almost cruel. If loyalty is truly a trait you value, shouldn't that extend to your own son?"

Robert's jaw tightened, but you pressed on, your voice calm and steady. "Lloyd has worked tirelessly for Hansen Global. He's known for his dedication, his work ethic, and his ability to close deals. Yet, from what I observed, you seemed quick to dismiss his value and question his competence."

You paused, meeting Robert's steely gaze. "I understand that family dynamics can be complex, especially in a business setting. But he chose to forge his career at Hansen, knowing it would be an uphill battle, because he wanted to be part of one of the best companies in the public relations industry despite the criticism he knew he would get from people thinking he’s only there because of his last name.”

Robert's expression remained impassive for a long moment as he considered your words. Then, to your surprise, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're not wrong," he said, his voice low. "My relationship with Lloyd is complex. But I like your candor. It's refreshing to meet someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind, especially to the CEO of a global corporation."

He paused, his eyes searching yours. "You remind me a bit of Lloyd's mother. She never hesitated to call me out when she thought I was being unfair or shortsighted."

You blinked, caught off guard by the personal turn in the conversation. "Thank you, I think?"

Robert chuckled, a warm sound that seemed at odds with his imposing presence. "It's a compliment, I assure you. Celia was a force to be reckoned with, a match well-suited for me.”

He fixed you with an intense gaze. "You seem to have formed quite an opinion of my son.”

You felt a flutter of nervousness in your stomach, unsure of where this conversation was heading. "I've gotten to know Lloyd over the course of this conference. He's intelligent, driven, and far more complex than people give him credit for."

Robert's eyes narrowed slightly, a calculating look crossing his face. "And what exactly is the nature of your relationship with my son?"

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you weren't entirely certain yourself. Your connection with Lloyd was still new, undefined, and complicated by your professional lives.

"We've become... friends," you said carefully.

Robert raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced by your answer. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"There you are, princess. I've been looking for you."

Lloyd strode towards you, his presence immediately commanding attention. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His blue eyes were sharp and alert, taking in the situation.

His timing was too perfect, and so you couldn't help but wonder how much of the conversation with his father he had overheard.

"Lloyd," Robert acknowledged, his tone neutral. "I was just having an interesting chat with your... friend here."

Lloyd's eyes flickered between you and his father. "You mean my girlfriend," he said, his voice carefully controlled. He moved to stand beside you, his arm slipping around your waist.

You felt a solid warmth spread through you at the gesture, not needing it, but grateful for his presence all the same.

"Yes," Robert replied, his steely gaze now fixed on his son. "She was just explaining to me why she chose Nexus over Hansen Global. Quite passionately, I might add."

Lloyd's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. "Was she now? I'm sure that was an enlightening conversation."

Robert's gaze shifted between the two of you, his expression unreadable. "Indeed it was. She has strong opinions about loyalty and family dynamics."

You felt Lloyd's hand tense slightly on your waist, but his voice remained steady. "She's not wrong," he said, echoing his father's earlier words. "And I appreciate her willingness to speak her mind."

Robert nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Lloyd's face. "As do I. It's a valuable trait in both business and personal relationships."

An awkward silence fell between the three of you, the tension palpable. You glanced between father and son, noting the similarities in their strong jawlines and piercing gazes.

Finally, Robert broke the silence. "Lloyd," he began, his tone softening slightly, "you certainly don't need her to advocate for you, but she did anyway. She's fierce and holds her ground. I like her even more than before." His eyes flickered to you, a hint of approval in his gaze. "You have my blessing."

Lloyd's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his hand tightening reflexively on your waist. "Your blessing?" he repeated, a note of disbelief in his voice. “I don’t need your blessing.”

Robert nodded, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And yet you have it!”

Lloyd's jaw tightened, his posture stiffening slightly. "Well, that's unexpected," he said, his tone carefully neutral. You could sense a mix of emotions simmering beneath the surface.

Robert smirked. "Life is full of surprises, son. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch." He turned to you, inclining his head slightly. "It was a pleasure speaking with you once more. I imagine our paths will cross again soon."

With that, Robert strode away, leaving you and Lloyd standing in stunned silence. You watched as Lloyd's father disappeared into the bustling lobby, his commanding presence parting the crowd effortlessly.

Lloyd remained quiet, his arm still around your waist. The bustling lobby faded somewhat as you stood there, acutely aware of the tension radiating from him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes distant as he stared after his father's retreating form. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, and you wondered if the last five minutes had altered things in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Had you overstepped? Was Lloyd upset that you'd spoken to his father about him? You'd only known Lloyd for a short time, after all.

The doubt crept in, insidious and persistent, rooting so quickly in the pit of your stomach.

And yet you know you wouldn’t have said anything different to Robert.

Short time or not, the connection the two of you had forged the first night at Versailles had set a unique foundation, made more interesting and intricate as you’d circled each other as rivals, shared your moments together the night of the gala, flirted and butted heads yesterday morning, before culminating in the intimacy of both the sex and the conversations last night and this morning.

Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you broke the silence. "Lloyd?" you ventured hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

He remained quiet for a moment longer, his gaze still fixed on the spot where his father had disappeared.

Just as you were about to apologize, to try and salvage what you feared you might have broken, Lloyd turned to face you.

And then he kissed you forcefully, lips crashing into yours, passionate and urgent. His arms circled around you. You melted into him, your hands clutching at his chest as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, Lloyd rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds right there in the middle of the hotel lobby. His blue eyes were intense, and they locked into your soul.

"You," he said, his voice low and husky, "are incredible."

You blinked, surprised by his reaction. "I... what?"

"You took my father to task, unprovoked. For me. Without even knowing I was there."

“Wait, how much did you hear?”

“Nearly every word,” Lloyd chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “I was sitting just over there waiting for you and Maggie to be done. I was interested in seeing what my father would say to you, but then you’re the one who put on a show.”

“It wasn’t a show,” you argued.

"No, bad word choice. It very clearly wasn't any kind of performance. You were genuine, passionate, and fearless." Lloyd's eyes shone with admiration. "Do you have any idea how rare that is? To have someone defend me like that, especially to my father? Try almost never."

You felt heat creep up your neck. "I only said what I thought."

Lloyd shook his head, a hint of wonder in his expression. "You're something else, princess."

"Well, I'm not most people," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips.

"No," Lloyd agreed, his voice soft. "You certainly aren't."

You bit your lip. “I should go.”

“To the airport?”

You nodded.

“You could stay,” he said, “fly back with me.”

Your heart stuttered.

You wanted to.

It was nearly the same invitation he’d made to you that first night when you’d left just before midnight at Versailles.

“One more night,” he pressed.

“Only one more night?”

“Here, yeah. Then so many more when we get back to New York. You know, the ever after part of happily ever after to wrap up the whole Cinderella thing.”

You laughed. “You’ve got a deal, Prince Charming.”

He rolled his eyes, but pulled you in to seal it with a kiss.

Y'ALL! THIS IS IT! WE MADE IT TO THE END! Can you believe it?

Your comments on every chapter honestly sustained me and made this infinitely more fun to write! I knew it was an unconventional choice to cast Lloyd as our Prince Charming here, but - as I've said in a few responses - that's part of what made it so irresistible and fun for me and my muse.

A year ago I wouldn't have thought I'd be writing so much Lloyd... definitely not a 50k fic! Because... that's where we landed with this! 🤣 50.5k in total.

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