#but in my defense

[iridescenttttttt]

i DEEPLY apologize for the person I’m going to become this year

[ghoulisheous]

I love those dp x dc fics where Danny is a boy on the run and for some reason or another the bats are trying to track him down, but Danny is a boy on the run. Cause they always give off this vibe

[thestarfilledsea]

art dump for sleeping sun

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

I know that everyone has gone crazy over the fact that Chat Celeste looks a lot like Chat Blanc

but guys...

can we take the time to acknowledge

that these happened on the same day?!

[simplyavatrice]

endless alba 24/∞

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Three more palette challenges/speed draw challenges I did with Twisted wonderland.

Featuring Azul, Jamil, and Floyd

[ss-shitstorm]

Writing erotic reader-insert fanfiction is so bizarre bc you’re basically fucking hundreds, if not thousands of strangers better than they’ve ever been fucked IRL but you had to use their blorbo as a strap-on to do it.

[moth-time]

thinking about dungeon meshi (as you do) and something that has been increasingly bothering me is how many people call Laios 'stupid' or similar. Often even as they are trying to pitch the manga to people.

And it's been bugging me because it's just. Absolutely not true? Laios is socially inept to a fault, that's like half the driving reason for the plot. But beside the obvious 'he knows a shit-ton about monsters and this is very helpful to their dungeon adventuring', he's also shown to be a good strategist, and pretty decent at magic once he actually puts his mind to it. He's a competent team leader who knows his teams strengths and weaknesses well despite being fairly bad at people. He can be silly, but to be fair so can most of his team. And he does make poor/stupid decisions (like eating raw parasite) mainly because of his hyperfixation sometimes. But he's far from stupid.

Idk man I am obviously annoyed because I think calling the heavily autistic coded guy 'stupid' is a bad look, but it annoys me doubly because the story makes it pretty obvious that he is not. That's a pretty essential part of the story actually!

[mysicklove]

how life feels when you are talking to a boy

[littleprincepaladin]

my sleep deprived mind plagued me with this so i might as well spread it

[sagaduwyrm]

Hey I wrote something else. That's three weeks in a row posting something to ao3, good for me.

Let Me Have My Vengeance (It's the Only Salve that Saves)

To summon the High King of the Dead, you must make a sacrifice of heroes blood. Unfortunately, what counts as a hero is entirely up to the Ghost King himself, requiring enterprising cultists to capture multiple heroes and test out all of them. The most controversial of these heroes is the Red Hood, Avenger and Guardian of Crime Alley.

The first summoning failed.

So did the second. And the third. The cultists slowly worked their way down the line of imprisoned heroes as they searched for the perfect sacrifice for the King of the Dead. They took turns grabbing a hero by the arm, slicing just above the wrist so the blood dripped onto the eerie green fractal on the floor while the others maintained the circle, waiting to see if this was the sacrifice that would summon the High King.

The heroes were silent, several of them gagged, as the cultists worked their way through one of the Arrows, a Lantern, and two Flashes before reaching the bat family. Luckily, they hadn't caught a Super; gods summoned by Kryptonian blood tended to be able to bring more of their power into the mortal plane. Less luckily, the Supers wouldn't be able to rescue the rest of them despite being free. The cultists had laid down anti-detection magic that blocked super hearing; it was doubtful Superman or any of his family had even realized something was wrong.

The Red Hood growled when they reached him at the end of the line, a rumbling snarl that would set off the hindbrain instincts of anyone sane. He was restrained just as tightly as the others, however, bound in magic and rope, so there was nothing to stop the cultist from dragging him forward. They hesitated a bit. The ritual called for the blood of a hero, and there was a fair amount of disagreement over whether the former crime lord counted. One cultist with a thick crime alley accent assured the others he was heroic enough, the woman barely even flinching at the Hood's accusing look.

He was placed further from the rest, so a second cultist had to come help drag him to the ritual. They dumped him at the edge of the circle, and the first swiftly drew the unnaturally sharp ceremonial knife over his arm. The blood splattered down onto the ritual, slowly being absorbed by the runes, same as the previous attempts, and no change seemed to be forthcoming. The Red Hood was quickly dragged back into place, a cadre of cultists already getting together to discuss finding better sacrifices.

A cultist began approaching the heroes, ready to finish things now that they had no more need of them, and the room ş̵̟̥̬͎̗̝̲͇̪͋̄̏͑̊̅̈̔ ̷̛̪̘̩͍͍̣͙̖̃̑͠ḩ̷̹̪̝̰̗̲̹͚͐́̒̑ ̵̨̛̺̦̆̾͒͌͆̑̚̚ȏ̵̧͇̯̱͌͒̑̏͌̐͝͝ͅ ̸̥̫͙͂̿͛͘ọ̷͖͑̑̊ ̴̘̲͗͋k̷̞͍̙̜̼̒̿͑̓͐̚͜͝͝ͅ.

Cultists screamed, glass broke as something fell, and the heroes launched into action as the magic that held them flickered. Everything froze again though as a fissure opened in the middle of the runes and a strange, inhuman hand grasped the edges from below.

The creature that pulled itself out was difficult to describe. It was the night, the beautiful vastness of the stars, the knowledge that Earth was only a speck of a speck of a speck in the cosmos, that there were billions of years before humanity and there would be billions of years after, all wrapped up into a shape that started human before stretching into endless snake-like coils. It had a crown like the auroras, and sharp claws that gleamed like ice shed in the wake of a speeding comet. Its eyes were bright-burning glimpses of eternity: all the truth of the living and dead there to see if you dared to look.

It was a horrifying, awe-inspiring sight, and, as the creature freed itself from the chasm in the ground, it turned to look directly at the Red Hood.

"Ẏ̶̨̛̪͕̘̰̝̰̩̝̼͌͊̋̌͌͘o̵͇͖͕̔̒́̾̑̔͝ų̷̬̜̦͔̙͎͔̆̈͘ ̵̣̽͂w̸̡̠͇̿̄͗̃͋̔͂͑̄̀e̴̺̯͚̿̈́͗̈̑͂͠ŕ̶̙̜̔̽̃̿͆͆̌͊e̴̫̱͓͌̄̌̌̑͝͠ ̸̢̘̞̬̼̞̗̤̔̀͛͊̇͌t̷̨̗̲͉̰̪̼̺̞̣͊̈́́͆̆̀̃h̶̳̫̲̹͔̒͛̒͗̆̚͝͝e̴̼̥̹̬͆́͋̑̅̏̌̀̀͋̀ ̵̟͕͓͔̱̝̀͂̓̊̒̈́̈́̈͗͝͝o̴͎̲͗̎͒̚ͅň̵̢̳͙̹̫̬̺̫͇̬̬͂ę̴̘͍̯̤̹͇͋̅̆ ̴̨̹̖̖̓͝t̴̨̲̺͔̫̪̥̰̠͈̯͋ỏ̴̲̮̭̌̍͋̃̈́̃̏͆͒̕ ̶̧̧̥͔̗̖͈͍͇͌ͅs̸̛̩͚͕̒̈́u̴̧̫̼͖͔̳̙̤̞͛̏̓̅̂͒͌̊̄m̷̤͆̋̈̓̿̈m̷̤̮̃̄́̀̏͐͛̃͠o̵̜͌̏̌̌̒̀̒̚͘͝ṋ̴̟̬̔̾́̊̿͐̅͘͘͠͠ ̴̛̫̺̯͊̃͒̎̾̏͆̚͠m̴̨̫͐͒̎ë̷͍̬͓̣̖̻̪̬́̆͑̾͘,̵̭͇̩̬̖̩̠̖̐ͅ ̸̬͕͎͛ĝ̸͈̹̦̤͚̜̿̏̈̃̑͜͝u̸̪̤̺̬̰̜̫̲̣̩̇͋͐̕͝ą̴̡̝͙̯͙̑̇͒̊͆̽̉́͊r̶͙͕͇͇͔̈́̽͆̑̿̄d̵̦͚͚̦̮̤̗̹̅͋͌͘̕͝į̷̱̘͇̜̥̽͊͜a̴̱͙̋̏̾̃̽͜͝ń̸͈̥͓̩̙̮͙̳̠͋̄̍̿̒̕͝?̴̛͔̬͈͌̔͋̆͝"

"Uh…," his face was invisible behind the mask, but one could almost see the wheels turning in the Red Hood's head. "I guess?"

"Y̸͚͆̈́o̷͍̊u̸̳͌ ̷̌̓ͅg̷̢̃ũ̷͜ę̴̐̌s̸̰̊s̴̖͆̽ ̶͙̳̈́́y̷̳͛͗ơ̵ͅṳ̵͐͋ ̴̧̾j̷͈̻̓ṳ̷̏̚s̸̹̺͐t̸̬͛͝ ̵̧̏̏s̵͎̘̍̇ǘ̷̖̗̋m̷͉͚͝͝m̶̩͝o̵͎̔n̸̖͑̿e̵̪̬̽̅d̶͖̯̊͋ ̷̓̓ͅț̸̛̎ĥ̷͙ę̵͎̉ ̶̡̜̓̑H̵̢̠̒̿ỉ̶͎̯g̷͕͕͆ḩ̸̟̏ ̷͚̇K̸̬̣̅̊ḭ̸̅̓n̵̼̽g̸̦̥̎͠ ̴̟̮̏̍ò̶͎̥f̶̳͂ ̸̢͊͘t̵̼̋ȟ̴͍̈́e̸̩̓ ̶̢͊͝I̴̳̽n̸̮͐f̴̠͠i̴̥͊n̶̯̬̓̇i̵͖͌t̴̼͂́ȩ̴̿͊ ̸̡̭͊̓R̶̞̦̈́ē̶̢͝a̷̜̔͝l̵̮͇͝m̶͚̹̅͘s̷͕̾ ̸͙̖̈́ẅ̶̢̼́͝ḭ̶̰͂t̸̠̰͂h̷̖̊̈́ ̵͚̤̅͛ą̷̏̍ ̵̰͔̓s̴̡̗̋̔a̶̰̓̅c̶͎̺̀̊r̶̬̊̊ỉ̶̹f̷̲̻̅͝i̶̪̎c̸̼̈̕ḙ̶̱̂̂ ̶̮͑o̶̭͌f̷͕͐̀ ̶͍͔́b̷̘̒̕ͅl̶̅ͅȏ̴͖̻o̷̯͑̔d̴̮̩́́?̵̪̟̄͠"

The being sounded startlingly sarcastic, which was a new one in Jason's admittedly limited experience with eldritch abominations. Though, in that brief moment of casualness, he had gotten a glimpse past the horror to an aura of kindness. Jason could work with that.

"It was kind of an accident?"

The being blinked before looking around for the first time. "S̵̗̱̈́̒h̴͇̯̓͗ī̷͈͖͛t̷͇̓̋. I was hoping requiring the blood of a hero would mean I would only be called for emergencies, not petty villainy." The being casually reached out and sent a burst of ć̸̲̞̊̿ȍ̷͇͈̬́̚͜s̷̲̍̈́͛͝m̷̛̝̮͙̗̰o̴͓̭̣͌͐̎̄́͘͝s̴̭͌̓̐͝͠-̸̦̘͙͚̼͑͐ḵ̵̨̩̖̂̾͘i̷̢͍̱̜͇͙̥͋̚n̷̲̙̝͓̟͗̂̍̇̽ģ̸͛̔̂̐͋̄́-̶̧̫̥͈̫̰̒̎̓̐́k̵̞̹̥͒̿̇̋̊ņ̸̦͍̪͒̿̋̊͆̒̾e̶̜͊̈ẻ̵̹́̿̒̈̚l̴̨̙̳͔̝͚͒-̴͎̭̻̦̂t̴͕̜̙̫̹̣͂̒͘͝ǫ̵̝͉̋͑̈͂̀-̶̧͍̘̙͕́͜ṃ̷̖̥̘̦͐̅e̵̳̥͇̓̔̎̍̄͝ power at the cultists, who slammed to their knees and fell silent.

Jason took a moment to restart his brain. Seeing an eldritch god beyond mortal ken curse like a teenager admittedly made him want to bash his head against a wall, but he could hear Nightwing making a noise like a leaking teakettle behind him, and he refused to handle this worse than Dickface. "Maybe you should include a clause that it has to be a willing sacrifice? Or one that requires good intentions? How are you defining 'hero' anyway?" Yup. Nailed it. English pedantry for the win.

"I considered both; willing tends to get iffy if the sacrifice is under duress at all, which most would be considering the kind of situations that lead someone to summon m̴̦̭͙̮̣͆̈̉̀͛̈́e̷̬̦̤̻̬͎̓͑͂̎͐͝, and good intentions clauses are too black and white for my tastes." The creature turned back to him from where it was staring exhaustedly at the cultists. "Heroes are those who help others at the cost of themselves. How else would you define it?"

Jason took a moment to sort through that. Did that mean the creature thought he helped others? Vindication. It was almost too good to be—

"You think the Red Hood helps others? By what goddamn metric?" And there was the catch. Green Arrow was a jerk when Jason was Robin, and he'd only gotten worse over the years.

The King froze for a moment, before he seemed to g̸̩͊l̶̟̭͚̲̹͚͐͂i̷̧̳̰̺̻͇̐͗́̈̂̒ẗ̷̘̤̳̝̯̝̞́́̆c̷̡͖̩͒̾̀͌͑͑̇h̴̦̻͚͓́͜, twisting to face the Arrow. Its voice was noticeably colder as it spoke, and several heroes paled. "Why wouldn't he be? I know the name of the avenger who lives in Gotham. I didn't come on ḁ̷͉̖̀c̶̥͋͜c̶̼̩͖̿̍̑̇͊̚i̵̩͒̓͂ḑ̴̦͚͙̱̄̀͜͝e̴͚̜̟̭͂̌͘͝n̶̰͒́̉̅ť̷̗̠̝̣̪̐̒̀͒̍."

"Avenger?" Jason hadn't heard that word applied to him before. For most people, it has too many heroic implications because of the marvel comics to consider applying it to him. But if he apparently was a hero, not just a vigilante, by the standards of— he thought the being said they were from the Infinite Realms? Some kind of afterlife maybe?— if he was a hero by the standards of the Infinite Realms then…

The being's voice was frigid, and there was an underlying sound like the booming crack of a glacier. The ghost turned back to Jason again. "Six months ago you killed a rapist, freeing two of my subjects from their fear and preventing any more living from joining them. Eight months before that, a serial killer, avenging seven. Two months before that you eliminated a human trafficking group, freeing the children of another one of my subjects. She wept for three days and sang eternal blessings to your house." As he spoke the being seemed to fold in on itself, becoming more and more human until a child, barely a teenager, stood before him, a crown too big for his head sitting on his shoulders instead and large, tired eyes in his face. "A month and a half before that, you killed Jonah Stevenson, freeing two of my friends, Kitty and Johnny."

Jason sat there wide-eyed. He didn't— he didn't do what he did expecting recognition but… He asked a quiet clarifying question about the terminology the boy-king used. "You said I freed them?"

The kid shrugged. "You came back s̷̲̰̙̜̠̒͒̄c̵̢̺̱͎̪̍̄͒̓̓̕͠ȑ̴̝͋e̴̙̠̥̪̗̐̃̇̀̚ȁ̸̻̝̲̲̹͖̽̋̈́̄͜m̸̗̒́͒͌͝ǐ̵̼͚̩̫͕̌͛͆ͅn̴̗̈͑͠ͅg̷̙̈́̍́͌̾̈͊, right? That's what the rumors say. You know the value of knowing the person who hurt you can't harm you or anyone else ever again."

One of his brothers spoke up skeptically, probably as a distraction while the rest of the family tried to get free and undo the summoning. "How would killing someone prevent them from harming someone in the afterlife?"

The kid raised an eyebrow, casting a glance over at the heroes, who froze. "There isn't only one afterlife. People like that get dragged straight to judgment, or sent on to the reincarnation cycle without their memories." The being's gaze turned amused. "Don't be so afraid. I'll be going in a minute."

The ghost kid turned and beamed at Jason, the first expression he'd seen the teenager make that wasn't tired, terrifying, or vaguely assholish. "Feel free to call me up if you need something. I owe you a lot of favors for everything you've done for my people." He moved with unnatural grace through the air, slipping back through the portal just before the ritual seemingly lost power, leaving behind a dozen cultists that had fallen unconscious at some point and a group of heroes that were remarkably drained for having barely done anything.

Jason slumped to the ground even as his fingers unraveled the last of his restraints. That was… something. Something good, he thought; it mattered to have someone tell him they appreciated what he was doing as much as most people didn't. He felt like he needed to catch his breath after all the emotions he'd gone through. He definitely needed to pull his energy back up considering he was going to have to spend the next few hours doing his favorite thing: dealing with his family.

[keylineanon]

as an alter or headmate or whatever with a VERY different personality than the host's its actually so important to have a space to like. express yourself in the way you want?

but also watch out cause you get used to it and forget to mask when it could be dangerous not to askdfjkafsks anyways

but yeah ive found that i get along with everyone else a whole lot more if i'm able to have at least some places to be expressive in the way i want to be. it's a lot more important than you realize ig, and not just in the context of being a system. it's like a breath of fresh air

[dbnightingale24]

Just because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You

A long ass Lloyd Hansen One Shot

~~

I’m apologizing now because the story I originally had planned, and what I actually wrote, are two completely different things. I was completely fine with Lloyd being a villain, but then my sappy ass was like “okay, but what if he wasn’t?”. This is his villain origin story basically, and no one asked for or needed it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY. Honestly, if they ever do a study on my brain, it’ll be pointless because they’ll never find out what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m telling y’all now, this is EXTREMELY smut heavy, with cute moments here and there. Part 2 is going to be all of the cute stuff. Just work with me. Anyway, here’s another fucking novel because I’m annoying and don’t know when to stop. There were supposed to be pictures of the outfits reader wears, but this shit is already so long. Maybe in part 2 if I ever learn to tone it down. Anyway, have fun!

Word Count: 43,950 (Listen, I said I wanted this done in under 45,000 words. Be proud of me, dammit)

Warnings: Honestly, this whole fucking story is a warning. SMUT, so much fucking smut (I’m so sorry), anal, squirting, choking, slapping, Daddy kink, Mommy kink, Degrading kink, Swearing, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Lusting, Violence, Public Sex, Daddy Issues, Murder, Lloyd Hansen (lets face it, he’s a warning on his own), Some manipulation (I guess), Family drama, Loss...Minors if you even blink at this I’ll snitch on you.

Song(s) That Inspired This: I Brought You My Love, You Brought Me Your Bullets.

Summary: Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

I do not give consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

~~

Part 1

“Lloyd, are you sure-”

“Ask me that question one more time, and I promise you won’t like the answer,” I mutter as Agent Miranda’s lifeless body hits the ground. “Trust me, Carmichael, I know exactly what I’m doing. If there’s one thing Y/N taught me, it’s impulse control,” I smirk.

“If you say so,” he sighs into my earpiece. “If you know where Fitzroy is, why not just weed him out now?”

“Impulse control, my friend. All about impulse control.” 

6 Years Earlier...

“I don’t understand why Lloyd Hansen is our responsibility,” you mumble as you sit in your Father’s office.

“Because it’s what we do,” he sighs, tired of having the same talk with you.

“Okay, let me fix that. Why is Lloyd my responsibility?”

“Because you’re the best there is!” he snaps, slamming his hand down on the table. “That’s how I trained you, that’s how I raised you! To be the best and get the job done! The government sees a lot of potential in this man, so we’ve got to get him into shape!”

“We don’t have shit to do with the government!”

“We train assassins because we are assassins, Y/N.”

“Whatever, where’s his file?”

“Here,” he mumbles, tossing you the file.

“Before this month is up, I’m putting in my two weeks.”

“Y/N-”

“No Father, I’m tired of this shit. I’m not you. Just because I’m good at killing people, doesn’t mean I want keep fuckin’ doing it.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the best and I know this was never the life you wanted, but-”

“I’m not going back and forth about this. My mind is made up and that’s final.”

“How is it that you always break my heart?”

“When you’re not trying, you’re an easy man to break,” you smile weakly. “Let me go get started on Lloyd,” you sigh, grabbing his file before making your way out.

Your Father doesn’t love anything or anyone besides you. Maybe it’s because you’ve never wanted for anything, maybe it’s because you stayed out of the way when you were a child, maybe it’s because you don’t bother him, or maybe it’s because you became extremely talented at the family business without much help from anyone.

Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re his daughter.

Whatever the reason may be, he’s taken an extra sense of pride in you being so good at your job, which has resulted in multiple arguments whenever you tell him that you wanna move on and do something else with your life. You never meant to be good at killing people, it just came naturally.

It is the family business after all.

You stand outside the “classroom” and sigh before grabbing the remote clicker and making your way inside.

‘This is the last time you’ll have to do this,’ you tell yourself as you take a seat on your desk and look him over. ‘Well, they certainly sent you a good looking one this time.’

Lloyd is the text book definition of a gorgeous man, and going by what his file says, he’s had a good life. His Father owns a construction company, and his his mother was a beauty pageant queen turned stay at home mom when he was born. His grades were amazing, he was great at sports until a football injury made him quit, and he was voted most likely to succeed in High School.

He was top of his class when he was training to become a member of the CIA, his accuracy is amazing, and he doesn’t fail the jobs he’s given. His problem? Cruel and unusual torture methods, 0 impulse control, bad ethics, pays no attention to authority, throws all caution to the wind, and the list goes on.

“I take it you’re supposed to be my teacher for all this,” he smirks at you, as you hop on the desk; looking you over as you cross your legs.

“That would be correct, Hansen. Looks like you got kicked out of Academy.”

“That would be the case.”

“Care to share with the class what’s so wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s your damage, Lloyd? Why are you so fucked up?”

“You’re the one holding my file.”

“And none of it adds up, so you tell me, what’s your problem?”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“Oh Sweetie, no” you smile at him. “My job is to fix you enough for the government to use you until you’re dead. That’s what we specialize in here.”

“Is that something I’m supposed to want?”

“You’re the one who signed up for the CIA, Sweetheart. I didn’t tell you to.”

“Well, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Pick something another day and we can talk in depth about it,” you smile before pressing the button on the clicker, sending a a jolt of electricity through him.

“JESUS!”

“You’re losing focus, Lloyd. That doesn’t do well with me.”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“It’s a school for fuck ups, Sweetie. I thought they explained that to you.”

“Yeah, they didn’t say it was a school for torture!”

“Eh, isn’t it all the same, really?”

“Listen-”

“No no, you listen Honey,” you coo as you get off the table and hit the clicker again causing him to jolt. “I’m your trainer...your teacher,if you will. You’re mine for a month. That’s a month of you doing as I say, going into combat with me, learning from me and my team, and all of those fun things,” you finish, leaning on the desk next to his.

“And if I don’t pass your little class?”

“That’s up to Fitzroy and his little gang of minions. After a month, you’re no longer my concern,” you shrug.

“And what makes you so good at all of this?”

“You’re straying again, Dear. I don’t like that,” you taunt before hitting the clicker again and turning, slowly making your way back to the desk.

“Would you knock that off?!”

“Only when you learn to fall in line, and its such a shame for you, cause I’ve got another 4 hours with ya, babe,” you smile sadistically at him.

“Oh, for fucks sake!”

“You know what I think the problem is, Lloyd? I think the problem is that you like to fuck.”

“What?”

“You like to fuck. In fact, you love to fuck, but you don’t love to get fucked.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Control, Sweetie. See, you love to fuck because you love being in control. Getting fucked means someone else is in control and you hate that.”

“Yeah? Well, what about you?”

“I love to fuck and get fucked. Both are very enjoyable if you do it right.”

“And I take it you’re gonna fuck me?”

“In ways you can’t even begin to imagine,” you smile darkly.

For the next 4 hours, Lloyd is your little pet.You zap him when he steps out of line, you get him to open up more about what exactly snapped in his brain that makes him act the way he does, and you get him to tell you exactly why he wants to be apart of the CIA.

“We’re gonna meet back here at 8am on Monday, so be ready to do some field work,” you sigh after checking the time.

“That’s it?” Lloyd groans, and you can tell he’s exhausted.

“I’ve got everything I need,” you smile at him.

“I barely said anything?”

“Trust me, you said more than enough,” you practically sing. “Enjoy your weekend!” you call over your shoulder before you exit the room.

When you step back into the hallway, Cahill, Fitzroy, and your Father are all standing there waiting.

“Hes got a 50/50 chance,” you shrug, handing his file back to your Father.

“Well, what the fuck does that mean?” Fitzroy scoffs.

“Exactly what the fuck it sounds like. He needs to be in control, but if pushed far enough, he can let someone else hold the reigns for a while.”

“Think you’ll be able to whip him into shape in a month?” Cahill asks, looking into the “classroom”.

“All depends on how bad he wants to be apart of your little team,” you smile sarcastically, before turning and walking away. “See you all on Monday!”

“What about Hansen?!” your Father calls after you.

“Send him home, send him to the bunks downstairs, do whatever you want. I’m officially off the clock. I don’t care!”

“Y/N!”

“See ya Monday, Father!” you respond, continuing on your way out.

The drive back to your house is probably the most simple drive you’ve ever had. Traffic is a breeze and you’re more ready than ever to kick off your weekend. You’re more than over all of the shit with your family’s business, and you just wanna forget who you are for the next two days.

“Hey, am I coming to get you, are you coming to get me, am I meeting you at your place, or are we just meeting up at the club?” Taj asks as you answer her call, making your way into your house.

“What works for you?”

“Uh oh, what’s wrong?”

“I told my dad I want out, again.”

“And?”

“He’s not happy about it.”

“I honestly can’t see how your Father is surprised that his daughter doesn’t want to take over a waste management company.”

“He’s a stubborn man,” you scoff, plopping down on your sofa.

“Well, you stood your ground, right?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna argue with me until my last day there,” you mutter, turning on the TV.

“I’ll come to you,” Taj beams and you chuckle. “Just relax and unwind for now, and we’ll get ready together. Sound like a plan?”

“You sure?”

“I’ll see you in 20,” she practically sings before hanging up.

You chuckle before tossing your phone to the side as your work phone starts going off.

‘I can’t wait to be done with this shit,’ you think to yourself before answering the call. “No,” is all you say before hanging up and tossing your phone to the side.

Yeah, the argument can be made that you’re being a brat, but at this point, that’s more on them than you. It’s part of the reason you want out. You never signed up to be an assassin, really. Your Father saw how good you were at it, and decided it was the life for you.

No, he didn’t ask, but it’s not like you ever really protested. There was no reason to. Your Mother was dead and you didn’t have much of a life. Why make a fuss if there was no reason for one? You and your Father had made peace with the issues between you two a long time ago, the main issue being your Mother, and you just kind of made your own way from there.

It wasn’t until you were 17 that you decided that you really didn’t want the life your Father had created for you. It’s cold, it’s lonely, it’s thankless, it’s dangerous, and there’s no fun in it.

No love.

When your work phone goes off again, you groan in frustration. “NO!” you yell when you answer it. “Whatever it is can wait until Monday!”

“Your Father-”

“I don’t care!” you snap, hating how much you sound like a petulant child. “Monday, you can all piss me off as much as you want. Until then, fuck off!”

You’re quick to hang up before throwing your phone down on your coffee table.

You just want to be free from all of it. Obviously, the life you live offers you luxuries that you know most jobs won’t, but it’s not worth it. None of it is worth it. Besides, you’ve made enough money to not have to worry about anything. You can comfortably sit on your ass for the rest of your life if you want, but you know you could never do that.

You love art, animals, plants, hiking, nature, cooking...you want to do something that has to do with the things you love.

You want to do something normal.

You sigh in frustration before getting up and heading to the kitchen, taking out a glass and pulling out your favorite bottle of whiskey.

It’s time to start pre-gaming.

You’re halfway through your second glass when your doorbell rings.

“Open up, bitch!” Taj yells and you stifle a laugh. “We’re getting DRUNK tonight!”

“My neighbors can hear you,” you laugh as you open the door.

“Then they should get drunk too!” she yells before wrapping you in a tight hug. “What’s going on, babe?”

“I’m just...I’m worn out,” you mumble as you two break apart and step aside to let her in. “It’s time for a change.”

“He gave you a hard time when you told him you’re leaving?”

“He wants to talk to me, made one of his employees call me, but I told them that whatever he has to say can wait till Monday.”

“I’m sorry you got stuck with the shittier parent,” she sighs, grabbing her own glass and pouring herself a drink.

“It’s not even that he’s shitty. He just doesn’t know how to be a parent. He never even wanted to be a parent. It’s never been lost on me that I was an accident. I don’t know...I know he loves me, but this is something we’re never gonna see eye to eye on. I can already tell that the closer we get to the end of the month, the uglier this whole thing is gonna get,” you sigh.

“Well, lets not worry about that right now,” she smiles at you as she takes your hand “we’ve got a girl’s night to get ready for.”

“It’s gonna be one for the books,” you smirk before grabbing your drink and dragging her up the stairs.

In almost no time at all, you find yourself almost completely forgetting about all of the things you’re stressed about. Taj blasts your “party night” playlist as you take a shower and wash the day off of you, letting yourself ignore that you’ve been lying to absolute best friend about what you’ve been doing for a living since you were 14 years old. It doesn’t matter that, on Monday, you have to go in and collect paperwork for the next mission you have to do, while train someone else to be the perfect little killer.

None of it matters because, for the weekend, you can pretend. You can pretend you’re normal and that you do have a normal job. You’ve got a normal Father and your Mother didn’t die because of his lack of care and consideration.

You can pretend you live a normal fucking life.

“Okay, you BAD FUCKING BITCH!” Taj yells, as you step out of the bathroom in your outfit for the nigh, and burst out into a fit of laughter.

You decide on a black cross halter top and mini plaid skirt, with knee high black boots.

“You just decided to choose violence tonight,” she smirks.

“I just want to feel young and carefree.”

“You are young and carefree.”

“Yeah, but I don’t feel it,” you mumble as Taj laughs.

“Don’t worry, tonight’s gonna be great,” she smiles, wrapping you in a tight hug.

As you hug her back, you let the rest of your fears and anxiety fall away. For the weekend, you’re able to just forget everything.

Lloyd’s P.O.V.

“She tortures you with electrics shocks?” Carmichael asks as we grab our drinks from the bar.

“That’s her being pleasant,” I scoff as we both make our way to the guard rail of the balcony. “She’s a piece of work, I’ll say that much.”

“It’s only for a month.”

“Fitzroy can fuck off. The only reason he sent me there is because he’s pissed that I made the right call.”

“Well, that and you did kill an innocent by stander.”

“It was bad enough that she was there. All her crying wasn’t helping a damn thing. It was boring and annoying,” I shrug before catching a glimpse of the last person I expected to see. “Well, what do we have a here? There’s my little Cupcake right there,” I smirk, watching you on the dance floor with someone I’m assuming and hoping is your friend.

“She’s the one whipping you into shape?”

“The bane of my existence.”

“Someone who looks like that, I would’ve guessed that you would want to be on your best behavior so that you can fuck ‘em.”

“Who says I’m not?” I question as I watch you sing along to whatever song is playing as you dance along by shaking your hips.

It was hard enough to ignore my cock twitching during your little evaluation, even with you zapping me to death, but now? That little outfit you have on as you dance and drink the night away? How the fuck am I supposed to contain myself?

The woman you are on that dance floor is completely different from the woman you are in training.

Fuck, I wanna take you right here and now.

Impulse Control.

“What are you thinking, Lloyd?” Denny chuckles before finishing off his drink.

“I’m thinking that, before the month is up, she’ll be under me and apologizing for being such a pain in the ass.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I need a smoke,” you laugh as Taj orders you both another round of shots.

“You’re supposed to be quitting!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening tonight,” you laugh as you pull your pack of cigarettes out of your purse. “I’ll be back in a little!”

“Ya know, that guy up there has been staring at you for about 30 minutes now,” she says quickly, eyeing a guy in the balcony.

You can’t help but burst out laughing when you follow her gaze and see who’s at the other end of it. “Yeah, he probably wants to kill me.”

“Who is he?”

“Our new trainee. I was a little rough with him today and he’s probably a little hurt.”

“Well, he looks like he wants to steal you, so be careful when you go out there. Also, if you do survive, please send him my way.”

“I’ll put in a good word,” you laugh before making your way outside.

You take two drags from of your cigarette before you hear the door close behind you.

“You know, smoking isn’t an attractive trait.”

“You know, giving your unwanted opinion isn’t an attractive trait.”

“Y/N.”

“Lloyd,” you smile, turning to face him. “Looks like you’re doing fine.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Oh, I went easy on you. Trust me, I’ve done far worse, Sweetheart” you chuckle before taking a drag from your cigarette.

“That’s not hard for me to believe at all.”

“Lookin’ for a pretty little thing to lick your wounds clean?”

“Looking for you to lick my wounds clean.”

You look him over before chuckling to yourself and shaking your head. “My best friend is inside and looking for something to lick. Go talk to her.”

“She’s not who caught my eye.”

“I’m your superior, Hansen.”

“Only for the month,” he smirks.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” you scoff before throwing your cigarette down and stepping on it.

“You’re thinking about it.”

“Never gonna fuckin’ happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because why should it?”

“Cause we both want to,” he smirks.

‘Work comes first’ you mentally tell yourself. You look him over and chuckle before shaking your head. “Go away, Lloyd.”

“What? Like you said I love to fuck and you love to be fucked.”

“Eh, I said I love both,” you shrug.

“Lets leave right now, go a few rounds, and find out who’s better, Doll Face” he smirks.

“On that note,” you laugh as you decide it’s very much time for you to go “you enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you Monday.”

“I’ll get you underneath me soon enough.”

“Have fun jerking off to the thought of that,” you laugh as you make your way back inside.

“Trust me, I will.”

The minute you’re back by Taj’s side, you’re ordering a drink.

“I can’t tell if that means it went bad or not,” she chuckles.

“I mean, he was very upfront about what he wanted.”

“Yet, you’re standing here with me?”

“Work comes first, Taj. You know how I am.”

“Yeah, but he’s gorgeous, even with that stupid mustache.”

“You’re more than welcome to go indulge for the night, but I’ll sit this one out,” you laugh before taking a sip of your drink, swaying your hips to the music. “Besides, I didn’t come out to get laid. I came out to get blackout drunk and dance. I have two days to forget about everything else before I have to jump into the shit show again.”

“If you’re this miserable, why not just quit on Monday?”

“Cause I at least owe him this. No, he was by no means the best Father, but he really did the best he could, and it’s not like he’s the worst Father. It’s all just fucking complicated,” you sigh.

“Well, with the way...?”

“Lloyd.”

“Lloyd is looking at you, I’m not about to make an attempt and get my fucking feelings hurt,” she laughs. “If drinking and dancing is what you wanna do, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” she smiles.

So, for the rest of the night, you two run up a tab and dance until either of you can barely stand. You feel Lloyd’s eyes on you the entire time, and it awakens something inside of you.

Yes, you want to start looking for someone to settle down with and start on that chapter of your life, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t wanna take the arrogant asshole for a ride. No, you’d never end up with a man like Lloyd. After spending just a few minutes with him, it’s very obvious how different you both are. Just in looks alone, you can tell that he’s very specific about everything from the way his hair is styled, to his shoes matching his socks. Whereas, with the exception of work, you really don’t put much effort into your outfit. Hell, the only reason you bothered to get dressed up tonight was because you wanted to. You had a desire to pretend and that was all.

Not to mention, he was a pretentious asshole, a bit whiny, spoiled, and very much a psycho. There’s no chance of you and him ending up together. That being said, he does look like the kind of man who will give you a filthy, mind blowing, life changing fuck, and fuck all if that’s not what you need. But still.

Work comes first.

“You get home safe, Doll Face” Lloyd smirks at you as a car service for you and Taj.

“You too, Hansen,” you giggle with a slur as you stumble into the car. “See ya Monday.”

“Maybe sooner than you think,” he calls as you close the door.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Taj scoffs.

“Who the fuck knows?” you giggle.

When you both finally arrive back at your house, you’re both quick to take off your shoes.

“I need water and sleep,” Taj laughs as she stumbles into your kitchen.

“Are you sleeping in my room or are you taking the spare.”

“Dude, I might just sleep on the fucking couch. I’m fuckin’ beat,” she laughs as your work phone buzzes. “Why the fuck is work texting you at this hour?”

“Who the fuck knows,” you grumble as you fish your phone out of your purse. “That’s funny, it’s Lloyd,” you scoff before opening the message. “Holy fuck,” you gasp with a slight moan.

‘That arrogant son of a bitch,’ you think to yourself as you watch the video he sent you of himself jerking off.

“Once again, why are not underneath him?” Taj asks, unable to look away from the video herself.

“He’s a child.”

“Not by the looks of this video,” she laughs.

“Taj.”

“I’m just saying, a little fun never hurt anyone. As for where I’ll be sleeping, it definitely won’t be in the bed with you,” she chuckles before plopping down on the sofa.

When your phone buzzes again, you’re both nervous and desperate to answer it.

Lloyd Hansen: Just some food for thought.

Y/N: You can’t send texts like that to this phone, Lloyd.

Lloyd Hansen: Then give me the number to your personal phone.

Y/N: How much have you had tonight?

Lloyd Hansen: You know you want to.

Y/N: Go to bed, Hansen.

Lloyd Hansen: Come over here and get in it with me, Cupcake.

Y/N: Hansen.

Lloyd Hansen: You’ll cave. They always cave.

Y/N: Goodnight, Hansen

Lloyd Hansen: You enjoy yourself tonight. I know I will.

“A spoiled little brat,” you mutter as you throw your phone back into your purse.

“With a cock like that, he can be as spoiled as he wants,” Taj yawns as she turns on the TV.

“You go to sleep,” you laugh as you slowly start to make your way upstairs, walking not exactly your strong point at the moment.

“You two, babe. After you scratch that itch,” she teases.

“Oh fuck off,” you scoff as you make your way upstairs.

You’re ashamed at how quickly you pull out your vibrator as soon as you get in bed. It’s not like anyone needs to know that you’re gonna get off to that video multiple times, and you’re sure as shit not gonna tell him about it. Besides, if anything, you’re helping yourself not give in to what you want. You’ve been doing your job for basically your entire life, and besides few minor hiccups, you’ve never fucked up extremely bad.

As far as you’re concerned, fucking Lloyd Hansen would be a major fuck up.

After getting yourself off for the 4th time, you decide it’s time to call it a night, and that you’re done with any sexual ideas involving Lloyd Hansen. He’s just your last student and at the end of the month, you’re done with him and the current life you live.

When you wake up the next day, you’ve got a handful of texts on both your personal and private phone. You groan in frustration, opting to answer your go through your personal phone first.

Taj text you to let you know she got home safe and she’d text you later, they’re a few texts letting you know that your packages you ordered a week ago finally arrived, and your Father reminding you that you have dinner plans tonight.

Your work phone consists of texts containing information about your next job, the weapons and technology you’ll be using, texts from Lloyd.

Lloyd Hansen: Rise and shine, Doll Face. Hope you enjoyed your special video last night. Let me know when you want another, or when you want to make one together.

You groan in frustration as you roll over. Damn him for being able to read you like a book. Yeah, you can tell him to stop, but you don’t want him to. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked someone, and even longer since someone has been desperate to fuck you. Part of that is your fault though. After you last failed relationship, which turned out to be a setup anyway, you zeroed in on work. You decided that relationships can wait, but you only made that choice because you didn’t want to get burned again.

You were afraid.

Now, Lloyd is making it very clear how much he wants to satisfy you, and you want to give in so bad. You want to be rough handled, you want to be degraded, and you don’t want to be in control. God, you’re so fucking tired of being in control of everything all the time.You just want a release and you know Lloyd will give that you. Why? Because he loves being in control. You watched him contain himself every time you sent a bolt of electricity through his body, and in all honesty, it made you want him that much more. It made you want him because you knew that as soon as he got his hands on you, he’d tear you apart. He’d show you who was really in charge and that’s really all you want.

You want to be someone’s sex pet before you’re anyone’s wife. However: Lloyd is off limits.

By the time you’re at your Father’s house, your head is spinning.

“You’re not focused,” he mumbles as he stirs the sauce and you can tell he’s annoyed.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” you mumble before taking a sip of wine. “Besides, I’m not working, so why is it a big deal?”

“Because I’m trying to have a conversation with you.”

“No, you’re trying to talk me into staying, and I don’t wanna have that conversation.”

“Honey-”

“No Father, I don’t want to do this anymore. You didn’t give me a chance to figure out what I want! You just pushed this on to me and said it was the best fucking choice!”

“You’re good at what you do-”

“That doesn’t mean I want to do it!”

“Y/N, I’m just trying to keep you close so I can protect you.”

“Yeah? Like you protected Mom?” you bite.

“Watch it.”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“You decided that she didn’t matter and with her out of the picture, it was easier for you to pull the strings and control me!”

“Jesus Y/N, I couldn’t have saved your Mother even if I had wanted to!”he finally snaps as he throws sauce spoon down. “You swear you know every fucking thing and that I’m some heartless monster, but you don’t know shit! I had no choice but to leave her there! It was either you or her, and I chose you! The look in your Mother’s eyes let me know that she wanted me to choose you! You were only 7! You think I was gonna let my only child get killed?!”

“It’s not like you even wanted me!”

“You’re right, I didn’t. I never fucking wanted kids, and now that you’ve lived this life long enough, you can see why! However, the day you were born...it changed everything. I wasn’t even gonna fucking show up, but your Mother was dead set on having you and I wasn’t about to be some fucking deadbeat. You were ultimately my mistake, and I wasn’t about to just bail on you or your Mother. When she had you...when I got to hold you...you didn’t cry, you just smiled and grabbed my finger. You were so fucking happy and how the fuck was I supposed to just walk away? How was I supposed to not give a fuck? You are the first and only thing I’ve done that’s been right, Y/N,” he sighs. “I’m not a fucking moron, Y/N. I know this isn’t the ideal life, I know that forcing you into this as a fucking child was fucked up, and I know it was unfair, but I fucking tried! You think I’m against you having a normal life because I don’t want that for you? I’m your Father! Of course I want that for you! But you’re not built for that! Plus, I can’t keep you close! I can’t keep you safe!”

“Father-”

“No Y/N, you’re the only thing in this life that I’ve ever given a fuck about. I’m not a warm man, I’m not a kind man, and I’m sure as shit not a good man. I kill people for a living and I’m so fucking good at it, that they released me from prison to help out the government when they need it. I know the man I am and the life I live, but you are my child and I love you. So yes, I do want to keep you as close to me as possible. I know I’m not the parent you would have chosen, but I’m the parent you have and I’m fucking doing my best. Whether you believe me or not, I’m doing my fucking best,” he mutters as he wipes away a few tears.

In this moment you feel so incredibly small.

“I can’t keep living this life, Father. I can’t keep living this lie.”

“It’s not like you want for anything!”

“I want simplicity! I want to be normal! Every fucking time I hangout with Taj, I fucking lie to her! Do you know how much I hate that!? Yeah, it’s great that financially stable, but there’s more to life than that! I want to get married, I want the house with the white picket fence, I want kids! I want a normal life! The only thing I’ve ever wanted is a normal life!”

“Honey-”

“I turn 26 in two weeks! I’ve given my life to this job! Yay, I’m fucking good at killing people, but I don’t want to be! You’ve had me kill parents, kids, fucking elderly people, government officials, and so on! Do you know how much I hate myself? How much I hate the fact that I hate that I’m so good at this?! Other kids were playing in the fucking park, meanwhile, I’m at fucking target practice! No child wants that! I wanted rules, restrictions, to be grounded! I wanted to be normal!” you yell, tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t change your mind, can I?”

“Have you ever been able to?” you question softly.

“You have to follow the same procedure as everyone else. If you haven’t filed your papers in the appropriate time frame-”

“I know, I have to do another month so all the paper work can go through,” you mutter.

Dinner is awkward and silent. Neither of you says a word to the other, not even about the mission, but you know you’ll feel bad if you just leave him there. You both get through and set up another dinner date for next Saturday.

By the time you get home, you’re a wreck and you just want to hide in a hole forever. You’re over everything, and you know that you really don’t have much fight left in you. One more fight with Father and you’ll cave.

Just like you always do.

You decide to let your depression win and order a large extra, extra cheese pizza from your favorite pizza spot, before deciding that your night will end with you drunk.

You’re on your third glass of wine and second box of tissues when the doorbell rings.

“You’re not the pizza guy,” you sniffle when you open the door and find Lloyd standing there with a folder full of papers.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you step aside to let him in.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” you grumble, closing the door once he steps inside. “What are you doing here?”

“Your Father wants you to look over these files for Monday’s mission.”

“Why the fuck did he send you?”

“He said you wouldn’t take the files if he showed up with the paper work, and that it would be best for me go over them with you since we’ll be working together.”

“He’s not wrong,” you scoff, before finishing off your glass of wine and pouring yourself another glass. “Any specific instructions?”

“He said you’ll know how to handle it and he’s not worried.”

“How fucking kind,” you mutter as someone rings the doorbell. “Finally.”

You’re quick to grab the pizza and give a tip before making your way into the kitchen and grabbing a plate.

“You want a slice?” you ask Lloyd as you sloppily place two slices on your plate.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks as he looks you over.

You can’t really blame him for wondering. You’re in your worn, extra large Oxford crewneck, short shorts, and your hair is in a messy bun, and you’ve got red eyes from crying so much. You’re half passed tipsy and about to indulge in food you shouldn’t, all for the sake of comfort and false stability.

“I’m fine, Lloyd. Just another fucking Saturday. Do you want a slice or not?”

“Sure,” he mutters as he takes a seat at your kitchen isle. “I take it now is not a good time for me to ask you how much you enjoyed that video.”

“You would be very correct, Hansen. Very correct,” you mutter as you put a slice on a plate for him before trading the papers for the plate. “Oh, for fucks sake,” you mutter as you look over the first page.

“Something wrong?”

“For me? Yes, something is very wrong. Jesus, I hate this fucking job.”

“What do we have to do?”

“Kill an innocent woman to get to her snake of a husband. He’s apparently taken some very important files from people he shouldn’t have and now, he’s in the fucking wind,” you sigh as you continue to go over the paperwork. “Of course there’s a fucking child involved. Well, at least she has cancer. From the looks of this, she doesn’t have much longer to live.”

“That’s good?”

“It’s very good,” you mumble before taking a bite of your pizza. “Me killing this woman will be doing her a kindness. Her kid doesn’t have much time left and we’re going to kill her husband. Us keeping her alive would only give her time to plan her own suicide.”

“Is that what you tell yourself every time?”

“Every job is different, Lloyd. Some are easier than others, just like some are harder than others. However, this is pretty black and white. They’ll all be together again before the end of the month, so just leaving her alive while her husband and daughter are dead...it’s better this way.”

“People get what they deserve-”

“They clearly don’t, because this woman has done nothing to deserve this.”

“I don’t know how the hell you’re so good at this job being as emotional as you are.”

“Because, Hansen, it’s all about drawing a fine line, which is one of your main problems.”

“It’s a heartless job and I’m a heartless man,” he shrugs, taking a bite of pizza.

“No Lloyd, the rule is to be heartless, but only when you have to be!” you snap, annoyed with his coldness. “Anything else is just bullshit and you know it.”

“Ya know, if you hate this job so much, you can always quit,” he sighs, rolling his eyes.

“End of the month. You’re my final student,” you smile before taking another bite of your pizza.

“Yet, you still won’t fuck me.”

“Until I sign on the dotted line, the job comes first. Always has and always will.”

“I can still be your good little boy if we fuck.”

“Yeah, something like that doesn’t sound accurate,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine. “You barely passed my assessment,” you chuckle as your personal phone rings. “Hello my love!”

“I wanna hangout tonight,” Taj whines and you laugh.

“I can’t hangout this weekend. I’ve got work shit to do,” you sigh, looking over more paperwork.

“I thought you had weekends off?”

“Sometimes. I can only throw my bratty weight around so much.”

“How was dinner with your Father?”

“Well, I came home and cried and am slowly downing a bottle of wine, while eating a large pizza with extra, extra cheese. Soooo yeah.”

“What did he do this time?”

“It’s not even on him this time. It’s me and my shit, and he rightfully put me in my place about some shit. I don’t know, I gotta sort my shit out. I’m honestly too old,” you chuckle humorlessly, watching Lloyd as he gets up and grabs his own wine glass and pours some for himself.

“That’s why you should come out tonight!” Taj practically sings into the phone.

“I can’t,” you laugh, looking over the weapons detail list.

“You’re so responsible now. You were so much for fun in college.”

“I was so much more fun in college. My rebellious years.”

“The boys.”

“The body shots.”

“The jello shots.”

“The late night adventures.”

“And now look at us, one whore and one responsible adult.”

“We did graduate with honors though.”

“Oh how we sparkled,” she sighs and you giggle. “I’ll let you get back to it, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t go sounding all depressed and making me feel bad.”

“Well, I am depressed and you should feel bad.”

“I promise to be more irresponsible after I quit.”

“Like...pregnancy scare irresponsible?”

“Well, lets not take it that far.”

“I love you,” she laughs.

“I love you and I’ll text you later,” you smile before hanging up. You look up from the paperwork in front of you to see Lloyd drinking from his glass while eyeing you mischievously. “Shut up and sit down, we’ve got work to do,” you snap.

For the next two hours, you and Lloyd strategize and come up with a plan. A majority of the time you were telling Lloyd that he was going off the deep end, and he said that you weren’t being harsh enough.

“How about this,” you sigh, opening up another bottle of wine “I’ll take care of the woman and you take care of her husband.”

“I can handle the woman.”

“I can already tell from this conversation that I’m gonna fail you, and then you really won’t like me.”

“Yeah, because you’re so cuddly and sweet now,” he scowls, taking the bottle out of your hand and pouring himself a glass.

“Asshole.”

“I can’t wait to be in yours, Doll Face,” he smirks as he pours you a glass.

You open your mouth to say something, but decide that being a smart ass isn’t currently in your best interest because of how badly you actually do wanna fuck him. You roll your eyes before getting up and making your way into your basement.

“You coming?” you call once you reach the bottom.

“Well, it’s not like you gave clear instruction,” he snaps, as you hear him quickly coming down the steps.

“Yeah well, you’re such a smart ass, I figured you’d put two and two together,” you mumble grabbing two brief cases. “These are yours for this mission. Depending on how you do will determine what you can use for the next one,” you state, handing them to him.

“What is it?”

“If you open them up, you’ll be able to find out.”

“Ya know that smart little mouth would look amazing wrapped around my cock.”

“Shame you’ll never get to experience it,” you state firmly, meeting his heated gaze.

“Ya know,” he starts, throwing the cases down, “I know just how bad you wanna fuck me.”

“What gives you that impression?”

“I saw the way you were dancing last night, especially after our little talk,” he practically growls, moving closer to you.

“I just like to play with fire,” you shrug, standing your ground.

“I could just take you right here and now-”

“Careful Sweetheart, you’re supposed to be working on that impulse control of yours, or lack thereof.”

“I think I’m doing pretty fucking good seeing as I didn’t bend you over and fuck you on that little desk of yours after the first time you zapped me.”

The look in his eyes tells you just how much he’s restraining himself, and it makes you all that much more excited. You love that he’s not getting his way and you can tell that he didn’t think he’d have to put in this much work. Not giving in is both heaven and hell for you.

“Sometimes, you just can’t get your way, Honey,” you smirk, taking a step closer to him.

“I don’t like not getting what I want, Doll Face,” he growls.

“Get used to it.”

You both stand there, breathing heavy, not breaking the gaze you both have on each other.

All he has to do is touch you and you’ll have an orgasm on the spot.

“Now, be a good little boy, finish your wine, take the weapons home, and prep yourself for Monday.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Punishments are something I’m very good at,” you promise darkly, and you can see his fists tighten out of the corner of your eye.

“I’ll let you get away with this shit for another week-”

“Let me? Oh Honey,” you chuckle “sooner or later, you’re gonna figure it out: you’re not running the show.”

Lloyd’s pupils are fully lust blown and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this act. All you want is for him to throw you down and show you who’s really in control.

But work comes first.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” he growls before picking up the cases and storming out.

You hear him stop upstairs and you can only imagine that he’s finishing the wine, before you hear his footsteps again and then your front door open and slam shut.

You let out a breath you weren’t aware that you’d been holding and scrap your plans for the rest of the night. Instead of coming up with a fight plan, you spend the rest of your night in bed, fucking yourself with a vibrator, moaning Lloyd’s name every time you got yourself off. Of course the thought of just going out and getting fucked crosses your mind, but something tells you that it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as getting your back blown out by Lloyd.

Lust is truly an annoying thing.

When you wake up the next day, you tell yourself that all of your energy and concentration is gonna go to the mission. You don’t have time for hooking up or Lloyd and his bullshit. One wrong move and everything could go to shit.

However, you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never had better aim.

“You sound exhausted,” Taj says as you settle down on the sofa.

“I am. Being me is exhausting.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, Taj. A big fucking idiot.”

“Uh oh,” she sighs into the phone “what happened?”

“I’m just fucking annoying. I get in my own fucking way all the time.”

“Lloyd, your dad, or work?”

“It’s all the same at this point. I have a fucking headache,” you groan.

“Babe, you’re a grown ass woman. If you wanna sleep with Lloyd, sleep with him. Hell, I wanna sleep with him. Yeah, work comes first and all your other bullshit rules, but you’re not even gonna be there after the end of the month. Have fun and everyone else can go suck a toe. As for your Father, I love you, but he’s a piece of shit. I don’t know what the fuck happened at dinner yesterday, but he can fuck off. Him making a few points doesn’t make up for a fucked childhood and adult life. He doesn’t get to throw his weight around now because he wants you to be nicer to him. Sorry, that’s not how this works. When it comes to your job, FUCK YOUR JOB, BRO!” she yells, causing you to burst out laughing. “You’ve been so miserable since you’ve been working there and it’s not fucking worth it. Especially with you about to quit. I love you to death, but you’ve gotta stop living to make your Father happy. Do what you want. .Who you want. It’s your life and you can only live for you, babe.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Be pretty fucking miserable, I assume,” she chuckles. “How’s your week looking?”

“Busy as fuck. I think I’m gonna have to travel.”

“I never knew waste management involved so much traveling.”

“Conventions and health shit,” you murmur, hating have to lie to her again. “We can do something when I get back.”

“I suppose so. Do you know how long you’ll be gone for this time?”

“No, and I hate that.”

“Why can’t your dad go?”

“He’s delegating.”

“He’s being a lazy piece of shit,” she scoffs and you laugh.

“I gotta go though. Early day tomorrow.”

“Alright babe, I love ya.”

“I love ya back,” you smile before hanging up.

As you fall asleep that night, Taj’s words roll around, and you start to toy around with the idea of breaking your rules.

Just once.

**

“I told you, I don’t know anything!” the woman sobs hysterically as you tighten the clamps around her waist.

You’ve always had a thing for Medieval torture.

“Oh Sweetie, I know that’s what you’re saying, but I’m afraid I know that’s a pile of shit,” you coo softly, gently wiping away her tears. “I know you wanna help your daughter and he’s the one bringing in the money. I understand, but the problem is: stealing is wrong. Your husband stole files from some very important people and they very much want them back. So,” you sigh as you turn the crank and tighten the clamps even more as she screams “we’re gonna have to keep this up until you decide that you do know where he is.”

You can feel Lloyd’s eyes on you intently, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that he’s getting off on all of this.

Sick fuck.

“H-he’s in Bangkok!” she cries out. “He’s been hiding there for two weeks!”

“See?! I knew you’d be able to help us!” you smile sweetly. “Now, where in Bangkok is he?”

Her silence has you shaking your head in disapproval.

“I thought we were past this part, Love,” you sigh as you turn the crank and tighten the clamps around her head, drawing blood.

“Please!”

“Where in Bangkok is he?” you question softly, as her phone starts to go off. “Well, speak of the devil! Now, you’re gonna answer him and talk to him like everything is normal. No talking in code, crying, or giving any signs that something’s wrong, cause I’ll know and it’ll really piss me off, and we don’t want that do we?”

“N-no,” the woman sobs out, trying to compose herself.

“That’s a good girl, Love,” you smile, before softly kissing her forehead. “Now answer him and put it on speaker,” you demand gently, before walking over to the table and sitting on it, legs crossed.

“Hey honey,” she says in the most normal voice she can muster.

“What’s wrong Elizabeth? Is everything okay?” the man asks, and the woman looks over to you.

All you do is nod and smile reassuringly.

“Everything is fine, Richard. Just getting back from a difficult hospital trip,” she lies confidently.

‘Good girl,’ you mouth with a warm smile.

“I’ll be able to come home soon, Honey. I’m flying to London tonight and I meet the buyer tomorrow. After that, I can come home and we can pay for that operation for Liza,” he promises and you can hear the hopefulness in his voice.

You mask it well, but this whole situation is breaking your heart. You hate this fucking job.

‘Ask him where he’ll be,’ you mouth crossing your arms.

“In case there’s an emergency, where do I call if I can’t reach you on your cell?”

“The London Elizabeth Hotel, I’ll send you the details soon. I have to go though, Lizzie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Richard,” she responds softly, doing her best not to cry before hanging up.

“You did amazing,” you praise softly.

“Just tell me whether Liza-”

“No one’s gonna do a thing to your daughter, I promise,” you tell her wholeheartedly. “Now, I’m gonna need that information he’s sending you.”

“Please-”

“Elizabeth, I like you, I really do. I feel for you and I know that you’re trying to be a good wife and Mother, but if you drag this out anymore, you’re just gonna make it harder on yourself,” you promise as you tighten the clamps around her head.

She practically drops the phone in your hand as she cries out in pain.

“Good girl,” you smile sweetly. You make your way over to the table and grab your pistol off the table and quickly screw on the silencer. You make your way back over to her and stroke face softly, ignoring the pain you feel over what you’re about to do. “I promise, no one will lay a hand on your daughter.” you tell her gently.

Before she has a chance to respond, you enter two bullets into her head.

“Clean all of this shit up,” you sigh, turning to your mercenaries. “Get it done fast and get her out of here. You and I need to get back to headquarters now,” you mutter, looking at Lloyd before grabbing your things and quickly heading out.

The car ride is silent and you can tell that Lloyd wants to ask why you’re so upset, but the stone look on your face has him second guessing that choice. By the time you’re back at headquarters, you don’t even knock before storming into your Father’s office.

“Y/N.”

“He’s flying to London tonight so he can meet the buyer tomorrow,” you scowl as you sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He lets out a heavy sigh before meeting your angry gaze. “I know you’re angry with-”

“I’m not having this fucking talk with you, just tell me how you want us to approach this,” you snap bitterly.

“Y/N-”

“Do not,” you warn. “Tell us how you want to approach this.”

“You can’t-”

He’s cut off by you pulling out your gun and firing two shots into the ceiling. “That’s your final warning. Now, how do you want us to handle this?!”

He lets out a frustrated sigh because he knows he’s not gonna get much farther.

“Put a team together and you two go to London tonight. I want you staying at the same hotel as him, and I want eyes on him the whole time. No one does anything until he’s with the buyers. I want it done quickly, quietly, and neatly. You get in and you get out. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” you mutter before getting up.

“The girl will be dead before the end of the month anyway!” your Father snaps and you lose the little bit of composure you have left.

“Is that what you told yourself about Mom when you forced me to leave her for dead?! She was sick anyway, so what’s the point?!” you yell.

Your Father’s gaze goes from you to Lloyd and you scoff.

“Don’t get all fuckin’ shy on me now! I didn’t even wanna have this talk, but as per usual, you need me to not think the worst of you!”

“Y/N-”

“There was no reason to send me in there of all fucking people! You could’ve done that fucking job yourself then sent me to London! You knew how I’d feel and you made me fucking do it anyway! You love to twist the knife then play innocent. You are such a piece of shit!”

“You know I don’t mean-”

“Oh SHUT UP! I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say! Just send me the information I need and I’ll see you when we get back,” you scowl before storming out, Lloyd at your heels.

“What do you-”

“Pack your shit, meet me at my house, and we’ll go to the plane from there,” you snap as you get into your car and slam the door shut.

You cry almost the entire drive home. You’re quick to pack your things, ignoring your phone as it continues to go off, in no mood to hear anything your Father has to say. You feel slightly bad for snapping at Lloyd, but at the same time, maybe he’ll be scared enough to back off for a while, because that’s what you need more than anything.

When you hear the knock on your door, you scowl before rushing downstairs.

“I’ll be ready in a minute,” you sigh as you let Lloyd in. “Have a seat on the sofa or something.”

You’re quick to go back upstairs to your room and resume your search for your Mother’s necklace. You never travel without it, and it’s been so damn long that don’t remember where you put it.

“For fucks sake!” you snap, pushing everything off your dresser and starting to cry, again.

You really don’t have time for a breakdown right now.

“Something wrong, Doll Face?” Lloyd asks, making his way into your bedroom.

“Nothing,” you mutter, wiping your eyes. “I’ve misplaced something and I’m annoyed about it. I never travel without it.”

“Well, what does it look like?”

“I can find it on my own.”

“It’ll go faster if we look together, and then your Father will stop calling me.”

“It’s a necklace. A silver chain with a silver heart locket on it,” you sniffle out, looking over the things you knocked over as you wipe your eyes.

“A silver heart locket necklace. Got it,” he says softly as he starts looking around your room.

You’re not exactly comfortable with him looking around your room, but you both do need to be leaving soon, and you’re probably not going to find it in your current state.

You both search in silence for a few minutes before he calls your name from your closet.

“Is this it?” he asks, holding up a silver chain with a heart locket on it.

You’re quick to grab it from him and put it on. “Thank you,” you all but whisper. “We can go.”

You quickly grab your bags off of the bed before both of you rush downstairs, Lloyd grabbing his bags as you two go, and you both get in your car and drive off in silence. It’s not like you mean to have an attitude with Lloyd, but you’re just over the mission and wanna be done with it.

You want to be done with the life you currently lead.

“Ya know, if it helps at all, I don’t like your Father either,” Lloyd shrugs and a small smile comes to your face.

“Most people don’t.”

“You shooting off your gun to silence him? The sexiest thing I’ve seen you do yet, Doll Face,” he smirks and you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“Shut up, Hansen,” you smirk, feeling a bit better.

When you arrive at the pick up station, you ignore your Father almost completely, only acknowledging him when you snatched the files from his hand.

“Alright, listen up everyone!” you announce once the plane finally takes off. “Lloyd Hansen is in charge of this mission. Now-”

“What?” one of your mercenaries asks before thinking.

The glare you shoot him has him cowering in fear and you know it’s an accident he won’t make again.

“Now, he’s put a strategy together, it’s been given to each of you in the folders given to you upon boarding. Learn it. Memorize it. If you have any questions, he’s the one you ask. All the respect you show me, show him. If you don’t...well, you all know how good I am at punishments,” you smile sweetly before taking a seat. “Lloyd, if you have anything to say, the floor is yours.”

The look Lloyd gives you lets you know that you’ve given him a full on boner and just chuckle and shake your head.

Men.

As Lloyd gives his speech, you zone out and stare out the window. Fiddling with the locket, wishing that God would’ve left your Mother and taken your Father instead. You’re never able to make heads or tails of him, and that’s always been a huge issue for you. You know that when you leave the business, it’s only going to put more of a strain on the relationship you two have.

However, your thoughts have you feeling guilty, because you know that he does love you. He’s just an asshole who’s terrible with showing emotions. No, he wasn’t the type of Father that showed up to soccer games, or showed you how to ride a bike (you had a Nanny for things like that), but he was very protective over you. One day, you came home from school with a busted lip, because Ryan Baxter fancied himself a prankster. Your Father was understandably upset and wanted to know what happened. When he took you to the school the next day, he made you point the kid out, then proceeded to bust his lip and give him a black eye.

Poor Ryan was only 12, but he never bothered you again after that.

“Did you hear any of what I just said, Doll Face?” Lloyd questions lazily, taking a seat across from you, one chair over.

“Yes, I was listening. It helps that I record everything, so no worries, I’ll be able to go over everything repeatedly,” you smile sarcastically, forcing your gaze on him, still toying with your locket.

Lloyd looks you over and you roll your eyes.

“What?”

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” he scoffs.

“Well, I’ve known me for 25 years and still can’t figure that out. You have fun though,” you smirk, as you take the glass of red wine that’s been brought over to you.

“Anything for you, Mr. Hansen?” the stewardess asks sweetly.

“A few things, Sweetheart. I’ll take a glass of bourbon for now though,” he smiles coyly as the stewardess giggles before walking off.

“You work quick,” you chuckle before shaking your head and taking a sip of your drink.

“Jealous?”

“Of...? A spoiled little brat who’s desperate to stick his dick into anything? Or the fucking stewardess?”

“Oh, someone’s real jealous.”

“Lloyd, I’ve known you for all of 2 days and your file, while impressive, is 100% accurate. You have absolutely zero impulse control, no regard for authority at all, you are very much pig headed-”

“There’s a difference between confidence and pig headedness, Doll Face,” he corrects as the stewardess brings him his drink. “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he smiles as he looks her over. “I’ll have something for you later.”

The stewardess bites her bottom lip before looking to you, nodding, and quickly walking away. You just roll your eyes as you open up the file in front of you.

“You don’t like me, do you?” he questions with a devilish grin.

“I don’t have to like you, I just have to train you.”

“To be your good little pet.”

“To be the government’s good little pet.”

“You can teach me your favorite tricks,” he whispers in a seductive tone, and you hate the arousal that starts building between your legs. “How many times did you watch it?”

“Who says I did?”

“You gave yourself away in your basement, Doll Face. Deny it all you want, and hate me all you want, you wanna fuck me just as badly as I wanna fuck you.”

“I don’t reward employees for being winy little brats.”

“Then get me on my knees and make me work for your forgiveness.”

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know you’ll end up under Lloyd Hansen before you both get back to the states.

“You have work to do,” you mutter coolly.

“I’m looking right at,” he smirks.

“Um, Ms. Y/L/N, your Father is on the phone for you,” of your mercenaries tells you timidly.

“Tell him I’ll call him back,” you snap, not breaking eye contact with Lloyd.

“He says it’s urgent.”

You scowl before taking the phone. “Both of you, make yourselves busy and gone,” you demand.

Lloyd smirks knowing he has you right where he wants you, before grabbing his drink and some folders and making his way to another seat.

“What?” you hiss when you finally answer the phone.

“I want you to keep a close eye on, Hansen,” your Father sighs, and you can tell hes grown tired of your attitude.

“Not shit, Sherlock.”

“I mean it, Y/N. If you feel like he’s getting too out of control, step in and shut it down.”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job.”

“Y/N-”

“No, I don’t care if they’re giving you a hard job. This is my job. I always give you the best results, because I know what the fuck I’m doing. Don’t tell me to change it up now because the CIA is up your ass. I don’t work for them!”

“Technically, right now, we do.”

“They came to us for help, not the other way around. They don’t like my methods, they can go to someone else.”

Your Father sighs in defeat. “Y/N-”

“I’m over arguing with you today. Leave me alone to do my job my way.”

“Fine, one more thing.”

“What?”

“Do not sleep with him.”

“Excuse me?” you laugh incredulously.

“He’s got a reputation for a few things and I do not want him with you. He’s too out of control and a scumbag.”

“I can’t believe...whatever I choose to do with my time is my business. This is definitely not a talk we’ll be having ever again. Now, if you’re done trying to throw your weight around where it doesn’t fucking belong, I have to go,” you snap before harshly hanging up.

Whatever resolve you were hanging on to about not sleeping with Lloyd just went out the window.

You throw the phone down in the seat across from you, before getting up and making your way into the bathroom. The last thing you feel like doing is babysitting Lloyd and killing a bunch of people. You keep promising yourself that you’ll take a much needed vacation at the end of the month, but the thought of pushing that up seems more and more appealing by the second.

‘Just get through the mission,’ you tell yourself mentally.

For the rest of the flight, you listen to music, avoid Lloyd (who eventually does take that stewardess to the bathroom and does nothing to hide what it is they’re doing in there), go over the mission, and go through a bottle and a half of wine.

By the time the plane lands, you’re ready to settle under the covers and relieve your stress.

“When we get to the hotel, I want eyes and ears all over the damn place. If he takes a shit, I want know about it,” Lloyd warns, his voice low and dangerous.

‘Is there anything this man can do that won’t make your pussy wet as fuck?’ you chide yourself mentally.

“There’s more than enough time, so please believe that heads will roll if this shit isn’t done quickly and properly,” he promises ominously before making his way to the van.

By the time you arrive at the hotel, you’re in desperate need of some alone time.

“Ah yes, you, Mr. Hansen, and Mr. Fields will be in our suite on the top floor,” the concierge smiles at you as you check in.

“Who the hell is Mr. Fields?” you groan, now understanding the reason for your Father telling you not to sleep with Lloyd.

“Um, that would be me,” the IT guy says softly.

“Whatever, I’m tired and if I have one more argument, I’m gonna lose my shit,” you mutter. “Sorry for the confusion and thank you,” you smile softly at the concierge, before taking all the room keys and handing them out.

It makes sense that your Father had put everyone 2 to a room, and unfortunately, it makes sense that he put Lloyd in a room with you.

Lloyd is your pet until the end of the month after all.

However, a fucking heads up would’ve been nice.

“Do you need me for anything?” you ask Lloyd once all of you make it to the suite.

“No, Doll Face. You go...unwind,” he smirks towards you.

Fucking prick.

Nonetheless, you throw your things down on one of the beds, before grabbing a wine opener and one of the bottles of wine left out for all of you, and making your way into the bathroom.

It’s not like you have to work tonight.

As steam fills the bathroom, you open the bottle before slowly starting to undress, closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost in the feeling of being numb.

It’s not enough that you’re in a forever war with your Father about literally everything in life, hate your job, miss Mother, and have to lie to your best fucking friend in the world. Lloyd Hansen hasn’t even been in your life a full fucking week, and yet he’s somehow flipped your world on its head. All over lust. Are you really that desperate? Is he really that attractive? Are you craving a release that much?

As these questions and a million more run through your head, you take a sip from the bottle before stepping into the shower. Yes, you know that you need to be sharp for the mission, that’s not lost on you at all, but a little buzz has never hurt you in the past. You’ve been trained to always be ready for anything, and that’s not going to change now.

Even if all you want is for the world to swallow you whole.

You stand under the water and let it wash away all of the pain and sadness, anger and frustration, and secrets and all of the lies. You let yourself pretend that, just for a moment, you’re on a normal business trip. All the orders and demands you hear from the other side of the door? Well, lets just pretend those are coming from the floor below you.

You take your time lathering up, as well as washing off, your favorite soap; smiling when the scent of peonies fills your nostrils. Yes, in the shower, you can live in a land of make believe and happiness, but you know it can’t last forever.

As you turn off the water, you let out a heavy sigh being brought back so quickly to reality. This won’t be your last mission before your time in the business is up, and you’re more than sure your Father is going to put you up to even harder tasks just to prove a point.

You’re supposed to be a killer; nothing more and nothing less.

You wrap the insanely comfortable towel around your body before grabbing your personal phone; texting the only person in your life who ever makes any real sense.

Y/N: Lets go out when I get back.

 Oxford Princess: You’ve left already? Well shit lol. And yeah, sure! Anywhere in particular? And it’s late as shit by the way.

Y/N: Yeah, sorry about that, just can’t sleep. I wanna go somewhere that’s loud and I can dance.

Oxford Princess: As much as I love you being a clubber girl, are you sure you’re good?

Y/N: No, but I’m over talking about it, and I’m way over thinking about it.

Oxford Princess: You’re almost out of there, babe.

Y/N: Yeah, but not quick enough.

You sigh as you close your eyes and walk out of the bathroom, tossing your phone down on the bed and letting your hair down.

“If you would’ve waited 5 more minutes, I would’ve joined you,” Lloyd growled, causing you to jump.

“Jesus! Don’t you fucking knock?!”

“I was hoping to catch a glimpse, Doll Face,” he smirks mischievously.

“What do you want?” you snap.

“Well, I was going to tell you that I want you to look over these plans, but now...,” he hums, looking you over and slowly making his way over to you. “I have to tell you, I’ve never needed to have my dick inside a cunt so fucking bad.”

“Where are the plans, Lloyd?” you all but whimper, backing up slowly.

“The sitting area,” he husks, pinning you against the wall, making sure you feel just how desperate he is for you.

“Then that’s where we need to be.”

“It can wait,” he mutters, slowly tracing the outline of the towel. “How many times did you watch it?”

“Four,” you confess with a silent moan.

“Fuck.”

“Get on your knees,” you demand, finally losing all will to fight. It catches him sightly off guard,and you smirk because you now have the upper hand. “I told you, I don’t reward my employees for being winy little brats. You wanna fuck me? Work for it. You can start by showing me just how sorry you are for being so fucking difficult. Get. On. Your. Knees,” you demand.

The growl that leaves his mouth almost has whining like the bitch in heat you are.

When he’s finally on his knees you pull the towel from around you and let it fall to the ground. “Apologize.”

“Jesus,” he groans before quickly burying his face between your legs.

“Fuck! There’s a good boy,” you moan, lulling your head back as you grip his hair.

Lloyd wastes no time showing you just how greedy he is. He’s quick to hook your right leg over his shoulder, moaning in response to you grinding your cunt against his face as he sucks and licks on your clit. The more swirls his tongue in circular motions on your clit, the tighter you grip his hair.

When he slide two fingers into your weeping cunt, you arch your back and hiss in pleasure. “Off to a very good start,” you mewl “knew you could be a good boy,” you praise.

His left hand slowly travels up your body, only stopping when it finds target and grabs your left tit, painfully kneading it between his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good! So close!” you cry out, your eyes clenching shut as you find yourself on the cusp of the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.

He grips your tit tighter and adds a third finger to your cunt before fucking you faster. You look down to see his heated gaze on you, and you can tell that he can’t wait to bend you over the bed and fuck you until you’re a mess.

“Mr. Hansen, you should-oh, I’ll-”

“What?” he growls, breaking away for only a brief second before putting his mouth back where it belongs.

“I uh...you need to...-”

“WHAT?!” you snap, not liking being distracted from what you truly want.

“There’s umm, there’s movement and we should head out soon,” the IT guy stammers.

“Hear that, Doll Face? You’ve gotta give me what I want right now,” Lloyd breathes out before resuming his assault on your clit.

Maybe it’s because you’re desperate for a release, maybe it’s because someone’s watching, or maybe it’s just because Lloyd is so fucking good at eating your pussy, but your mind numbing orgasm hits in just a matter of seconds and you scream his name.

Lloyd licks and sucks on your clit, fucking you through it with his fingers, only stopping when you’ve come down from your high. He kisses your cunt before turning his attention to the IT guy. “I want all teams on this, send them ahead, we’ll follow behind shortly. We are not losing this guy. Make everyone aware that, if they fuck this up, they won’t only have to worry about punishment from Miss Y/L/N,” he warns darkly, his jawline tight as he catches his breath.

“Y-yes sir,” the IT guys stammers before practically running out of the room.

You groan when Lloyd removes his fingers and he slowly licks his way up your body. When he’s finally on his feet again, you’re both desperate for more. He leans in close, dipping down and roughly bites down on your neck, before soothing the sting lightly with his tongue.

“I can’t wait to rip you apart,” he whispers hotly into your ear, before nipping on your ear lobe. “Get dressed,” he demands before storming out of your room.

Oh, you’re definitely fucking Lloyd Hansen before you both get back to the states.

You’re quick to get dressed, ignoring the childish side that wants to tell everyone to go on without you and Lloyd so you two can destroy the suite.

Work comes first.

“I don’t feel as if I need to say this,” you start once you walk out of the room, grabbing your pistol and your work bag, “but if a word gets out about what you saw, you won’t speak another word. Understood?”

“Y-yes, of course,” the IT guy nods.

“Great,” you smile sweetly, “lets go.”

Lloyd can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire time the three of you are in the elevator, and his jawline is tight. Yeah, you’re excited that he wants to break your back in most amazing way, but this is why you don’t fuck your “students”. Lloyd is unhinged as it is. Him going into a “session” already worked up...well, it doesn’t seem like the best idea in the world.

“What do we know?” Lloyd demands as the three of you get in the van.

“He’s getting paranoid,” one of the mercenaries says “he asked for a meet up tonight, so he can ask for an earlier flight. He wants to get home to his wife and child.”

“He’s in for a shock tonight,” Lloyd scoffs and you roll your eyes.

Yeah, you’ll never want to pursue an actual relationship with him.

“Alright, Y/N and myself will take care of capturing Richard. I want all teams focused on taking out the buyers, by any means necessary. I want all mics on, so we hear every fucking thing, and no one makes a move before the deal is made.” Lloyd states. “Make it neat, make it quick, get it done.”

Once the van pulls up to the building, the special teams units wait until Richard is inside, before they slowly surround the building and make their way inside. While Lloyd gives instructions into the microphone, you jot down notes. You make it a point to be fair, and for the most part it’s not that bad. Granted, he really hasn’t gone into action yet, but he’s been a good boy...to an extent.

However, you can’t put that part in your notes. Especially since you’ll be telling on yourself too.

It sounds as if the deal’s about to go through before Richard starts to get hesitant.

“What do you mean it’s gonna take a couple of weeks for the money to come through? I was told I’d get it same day!” he shouts.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly coming to the realization that your trip is about to be extended.

“There were some...complications,” the other man says, coolly. “Your money will-”

“No, I need that money! I was promised that money! There are other men who have offered more money!”

“Things happen, plans change,” the other guy says nonchalantly.

“Deal’s off!” Richard shouts.

“Fuck,” Lloyd mutters before talking into his earpiece “all teams go,” he sighs before looking at you. “Looks like we’ve got some extra damage control to care of, Doll Face,” he smirks at you, before sliding the van door open and you both quickly head out.

The special teams he put together are quick to take out the buyers, but Lloyd in all his chaotic beauty, is slow to take in Richard.

“Who the fuck are you people?!” Richard questions desperately as he’s forced into a metal chair by the mercenaries, before he’s bound to it.

“We’re the ones who are gonna make or break you, Sunshine,” Lloyd smiles darkly as your mercenaries grab the quivering man’s arms and pin them behind the chair. “We know you’ve got another buyer waiting for you, and it would be in your best interest to tell us who it is,” Lloyd smiles as he lays his tools out on the tables.

“There’s no one-”

“Now, I’m gonna give a chance to think about your statement before I do anything. Here’s the thing, Sunshine, I know someone’s interested in this information.”

“I’ve been lying to-”

“You sure you want to start our relationship off on a tale of bullshit, Sunshine?” Lloyd questions with a sadistic smile. “Honestly, it’s your call,” he shrugs, placing his jacket nicely on the back of the metal chair across from Richard. “You know, your wife and child-”

“Leave them out of this-”

“It’s not use making threats, because your wife is already out of the game. Now, your daughter, Liza-”

“Please don’t-”

“As long as you cooperate, you have noting to worry about,” Lloyd smiles sincerely. “Between you and I, I have no problem killing a child, but it does make it a little hard to sleep at night,” he sighs. “Which is why I know you’ll be more than happy to help me solve this mystery.”

“Italy,” Richard sobs.

“Well, that’s no fun, I didn’t get to try out my little torture trick,” Lloyd chuckles darkly. “Where in Italy?”

“I’m not sure,” Richard sobs pathetically.

“Looks like I will get to use it after all,” he smiles sadistically before flipping a switch.

You hadn’t noticed before, but looking down, you see four metal rods surrounding the chair the poor man is sitting in.

“Shit! Please! Please! I’m not sure where in-”

“Boring,” Lloyd sighs, turning the dial.

“It burns!”

“It’s only gonna get hotter until you tell me what I want to know. Richard, I’m gonna let you know something: I always get what I want. The longer you  make me wait, the more annoyed I become. Now,” he sighs coolly, sitting back in the chair “where in Italy are these people?”

“Please-”

Lloyd just shakes his head and sighs “boring,” as he turns up the dial.

Yeah, you’re definitely gonna have to work on the cruel and unusual torture part a lot, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to fuck him right then and there.

It’s sad that it takes Lloyd Hansen for you to finally see the sexiness that comes with being unhinged.

“Venice! They’re in Venice!”

“Good boy, Richard,” he praises, turning down the dial only a little. “Now who are they and where are you meeting them?”

“Please, my daughter-”

“Will have a lot more than cancer to worry about if you don’t tell me what I want to know,” Lloyd growls, turning the dial up again.

“Please!”

“Where are you meeting them and who are they?” Lloyd demands, and you can tell he’s done being patient.

And that’s probably because he thought he’d balls deep in you by now.

“Caffé Florian!” the man sobs, and you’re almost ready to step in, but that would fuck up the assessment. “The Bernardi Brothers!”

“That’s a good boy. Now, I want you to text them and let them know the plans for tomorrow are still on. You’re going to lure them in and we will take it from there.”

“But my daughter-”

“Boring,” Lloyd growls, turning the dial up high.

“I’LL TELL THEM! I’LL TELL THEM!”

“Atta boy,” Lloyd smiles darkly, before flipping the switch off. “I’m proud of you, Richard,” he says sweetly, cupping the crying man’s face. “You’re doing really good. Now, piss me off or fuck me over...well, you don’t want to find out what happens when I’m angry. Get some rest,” he coos softly before turning to your mercenaries. “Clean all this shit up. Someone get me Frank on the phone.”

He storms out of the room and you let out a sigh of relief you weren’t aware you were holding on to. You really did think you were going to have to intervene.

You quickly follow him into the next room, quietly standing in the corner as you cross your arms over your chest, as Lloyd takes the phone from one of the mercenaries.

“Is it finished?” your Father asks as soon as he answers.

“The London part is. There’s another interested party in Venice,” Lloyd scowls.

“Is Y/N there?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” you respond softly.

“It’s your call.”

“No, it’s Lloyd’s call. This is his op. He’s in control until this is over.”

“You trust him?”

You look over at Lloyd who’s looking at you with a scowl and pure anger in his eyes. “Whether I trust him or not isn’t the issue here. This is his op. It all goes towards his assessment. Whatever lead he takes is the lead I’ll follow,” you shrug.

You don’t miss the extremely small glint of happiness in Lloyd’s eyes, though he’s quick to mask it.

“Y/N, this isn’t-”

“We’ve had this talk,” you harshly interrupt “I don’t give a fuck that CIA is up your ass. Honestly, it’s not my concern. I’m doing my job the way I’ve always done it, so you can either agree with me and have my back, or you can have someone else fix him. The choice is yours.”

Your Father sighs heavily “I’ll text you-”

“Lloyd”

“I’ll text Lloyd the information for where you all be staying until this is all sorted.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lloyd murmurs lowly.

The car ride back to the hotel is silent and tense, Richard whimpering in pain every time the van goes over a bump. Lloyd makes the mercenaries keep Richard with them, telling them to make him presentable for the meet up tomorrow, before sulking in the corner as the elevator doors close. By the time you, Lloyd, and the IT guy reach the suite, it’s painfully obvious that Lloyd has no intention of letting you get any work done.

“Take a walk around the city a few times,” Lloyd growls at the IT guy before slamming the door shut in his face. “Bedroom. Now,” he demands before starting walk to the room that you decided was yours.  

“I have to finish writing up this report,” you almost whimper, embarrassingly desperate for him to break you apart in the most pleasurable way.

“You can write about what a bad little boy I’ve been later, bedroom.”

“Lloyd-”

“This is the last time I’m gonna ask you, Cupcake,” he growls, walking back over to you and gripping face tight. “Bedroom. Now.”

You’re quick to obey this time.

“Such a bossy little bitch until it’s time to fuck, huh?” he snarls, practically ripping your shirt off of you. “Fuck,” he husks as he looks you over “can’t wait to break in that perfect little cunt.”

“Lloyd-”

“What did you call me?”

The look in his lust blown pupils lets you know exactly what he wants. “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smiles darkly. “Take off those fucking pants and get on your hands and knees for me on the bed.”

“Daddy I-”

“Keep making me repeat myself and we’re gonna have a real fuckin’ problem on our hands, Cupcake,” he warns darkly as he takes his shirt off.

It’s disgusting how badly you want to test that theory.

“Fuck,” you mutter, biting your lip as you look over his expansive chest, that’s covered in tattoos.

Yeah, it’s gonna be hard for you to quit him.

You’re slow to take off your pants and panties, loving the way you hold his attention, before slowly crawling onto the bed and arching your back.

“Such a desperate little whore,” he growls as he takes off his belt. In one swift move, your face is against the mattress and he’s binding your hands behind your back. “I take it you’re not a complete dumb cock slut, so I’m going to assume you’re on some sort of birth control.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, because I’m going to fill this cunt until I’m satisfied, do you understand me?”

“Yes!”

Lloyd roughly grips your hair and forces you upright, and you whimper in response. “Yes who?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“And don’t you fucking forget it,” he warns ominously before releasing you.

Before you can catch your breath, you hear him on his knees before you feel his tongue against your soaked folds. You cry out in pleasure mindlessly gripping at nothing as he uses his thumb to tease your clit.

“Daddy...please!” you cry out, clenching your eyes shut. All he does in response is slap your ass, hard, and your toes curl. “PLEASE!”

“Do you even know what you’re begging for?” he growls breathlessly, before returning to his assault on your cunt.

“I need...need to cum, Daddy please! I need to cum!”

As his strokes on your clit speed up, he starts fucking you faster with his tongue. There’s barely any time to brace yourself as you cum hard on his tongue, only falling apart even more at the growl that leaves his mouth while he’s cleaning up the mess hes made.

“I had no idea you’d be this fucking desperate,” he grunts when he’s finally back on his feet, undoing the zipper on his pants before stepping out of them. “Should’ve fucked you while I was interrogating that poor bastard. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you?” he chuckles with a grunt before thrusting himself inside of you.

“FUCK!” you scream, loving the way he painfully stretches you out.

“Little dumb cock slut,” he taunts “are you crying?” he laughs, fucking into you relentlessly, while one hands moves your hair out of your face.

“Feels...feels amazing,” you sob, still clawing at nothing, since your hands are bound.

“I’ll pretend I care and ask once,” he taunts “do you love being choked or slapped?”

“It all feels amazing,” you whimper, just trying to hold on for whatever he has has in store for you. “Just want you to dumb me down. I want you to control me, Daddy!” you cry out as you clench around him.

“God, I wish you could see just how pathetic you look right now. How pathetic and stupid you look,” he laughs darkly. “It’s all for me though, right? No one else has ever made you feel like this, right, Doll Face?”

“No! No one ever has!”

“There’s a good girl.”

“Please! Please let me cum!!”

“I shouldn’t fucking let you! Not with how much of a cunt you’ve been since day one!”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy! I’m so fucking...fuck!”

“Can’t even apologize correctly, but I should let you cum? That doesn’t sound right,” he chuckles, fucking you harder as he grips your hair. “To me, it doesn’t sound as if you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I can be such a good girl!”

“You can be such a good slut if it means you’ll get your way,” he huffs as his movements become erratic, his hand traveling down from your hair to your neck before he grips it tight.

“Daddy! Daddy...Daddy please!”

“Is my stupid little cock slut that desperate to cum?”

“YES!”

“Jesus, give it to me! Give it to me right now!” he demands

You scream his name as your orgasm washes over you, your legs almost giving out, as you sob in pleasure. You feel his arm around your waist as he shoots his load into you, and you practically collapse onto the bed.

“Oh, look at that,” Lloyd taunts, his breathing heavy “your Father still hasn’t sent any instructions,” he continues and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Guess I’ll just have to keep myself entertained.”

“God yes,” you mindlessly beg, as your nails faintly scratch against you wrists in a faint form of release.

Lloyd has you two more times before his phone finally goes off.

“Yeah?” he answers breathlessly, his cock still deep inside you. “The stewardess is more demanding than I thought she’d be....Y/N is more than likely asleep, Frank...I don’t know, you’d have to ask her...I don’t know, she’s been pretty upset since she killed the wife...once again, you’ll have to ask her...well, when I wake her, what do you want me to tell her?...Alright, I’ll...fuck,” he grunts as you start throwing your ass back against his hips.

Your way of letting him know that hes been on the phone long enough.

“Yeah no, nothing,” he grunts, gripping your hair tight as a warning, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Wheels up in an hour, I got it,” he grunts as you continue your movements. “Gotta go, someone’s a little needy,” he scoffs before hanging up. “Needy little whore,” he growls, slapping your ass hard. “Said you’d be a good girl!”

“Need you to fill me up again, Daddy,” you whimper pathetically.

“We gotta get ready to go, Doll Face,” he grunts as he pulls out of you, finally untying your hands “so, you’re gonna have to be a good little whore and cum one more time for Daddy,” he demands lowly as he harshly gets you on your back. “You can do that for me, right?” he taunts with a devilish smirk before thrusting himself inside of you.

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy!” you mewl, clawing at his chest.

“Jesus, Y/N!” he yells, his grip on you tight as he fucks you hard and fast. “You walk around in those tight little outfits, tits practically bursting out as you fucking torture people, and you made me wait to put you in your fucking place?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Daddy,” you whimper as he dips down and starts biting on your neck. “Shit! You make me feel so fucking good!”

“I know I do,” he chuckles darkly before licking up your neck before biting down on your earlobe, hard.

“Daddy please! Can I...I’m so fucking close!” you mewl as you claw up his back. You know you’re digging deep and just maybe drawing bits of blood, but it only seems to turn him on more.

You’re definitely not what he expected.

“Fuck, you squeeze me so fucking good!,” he husks in your ear, as one of his hands travel between your legs. “Give it to me right fucking now!”

“Ahh fuck! LLOYD!” you cry out as squirting hard as your orgasm consumes you, causing you to fade out of reality for just a moment.

“JESUS CHRIST!” he exclaims, filling you to the brim with his cum as he collapses on top of you.

The both of you of you lay there, breathing heavy, and completely blissed out. As you try to come down from whatever cloud you’re on (cause you’re way past cloud 9), your mind can truly only focus on one thing; you’re fucked.

You’re nowhere near ready to give up Lloyd, and by the way he just fucked you for over an hour, he’s feeling the same way. You want to be angry with yourself, because you set rules for a reason, but for the first time in forever, you finally feel content. You’ve finally achieved the release you’ve been craving and that has you feeling like it was all worth it.

“I think we fucked up by not stopping after the last time,” you giggle and Lloyd chuckles.

“The way this cunt squeezes me? Couldn’t stop, Doll Face,” he breathes. “You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” he smirks down at you after he pushes himself up “cause I took it easy on you this time.”

“Well, now I’m disappointed in you.”

“Oh, I’ll make it up to you when we get back,” he smirks mischievously before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

Another one of your rules is broken, but you can’t stop and don’t want to. Yeah, Lloyd Hansen is an arrogant piece of shit, but you now you know why. He’s good at what he does. Everything he does. He’s arrogant because he’s confident, and as you two get lost in one another with this kiss, you realize just how hard it’s gonna be for you to stop.

“Lloyd, we have to go,” you giggle as he kisses down your body.

“One more taste, Doll Face,” he mumbles before he’s on his knees and in-between your legs.

Needless to say; you’re both late to get to the plane on time.

However, you slept better than you ever have on the flight.

By the time you land down in Venice, you’re more than ready to finish up the trip and call it a day. You all set up shop in the mansion your Father has set up for you all. You do your best to write up your assessment on Lloyd, but you can feel his eyes on you.

When you finally bother to meet his gaze, you can tell that he gives less than a fuck about whatever you’re writing up about him. Which is why you’re currently bent over the sink in one of the bathrooms.

“Daddy,” you whimper as he fucks into you relentlessly “we have a mission.”

“Shouldn’t have worn this skirt, Doll Face,” he pants as his grip tightens on you. “Jesus, I can’t wait to get you in my fucking bedroom!”

“Shut up!” you moan softly.

“That’s right, we can’t have anyone knowing.”

“My Father will kill you, Lloyd. You wanna die before you fuck my ass?”

“Jesus!”

“I didn’t fucking think so, so shut up!”

“So fucking bossy!” he growls before wrapping a hand around your neck and you whimper in delight “gonna fucking handcuff you to my headboard and fuck you stupid, like the mindless little cock slut you are!”

“Daddy!” you cry out, clenching around him.

“Now who needs to be fucking quiet?”

“Need your cum! I need it so bad, please!” you beg pathetically, as quietly as you can.

“I should make you wait,” he teases as he slaps your clit with his free hand. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ bitch! I should make you wait till we’re back in states!”

“Daddy! That’s so mean!”

“It’s what you fuckin’ deserve, you little slut.”

“I’ve made you feel so good, Daddy! You’ve filled my pussy so many times, haven’t you? I let you fuck me in all the ways you want, you should let me cum!” you plead.

“Not in all the ways I want, Doll Face.”

“How else can I please you? I’ll do whatever you want!” you promise with a choked sob as his grip around your neck tightens.

“I can’t fucking get enough,” he growls into your ear before biting the shell of it hard. “You’ll make it up to me when we get back.”

“I promise!”

“Cum for me you little fucking whore! Cum for Daddy!”

“Lloyd!” you whimper as you find yourself getting lost in another mind shattering orgasm.

You’re not even aware that you’ve squirted all over the floor.

“When we get back,” he whispers hotly against your ear “that fucking perfect ass is mine.”

“You promise?”

“Keep it up and I’ll send everyone else out while we stay here and play around,” he warns and you giggle. “Now, get on your knees and clean off my cock. These pants were expensive and I don’t need your slut cum ruining them.”

“Daddy!”

“Do it, you filthy little slut.”

You quickly learn that, when it comes to impulse control, you have very little when it comes to sex with Lloyd. You and Lloyd spend an additional 30 minutes in the bathroom since he decides that he needs to teach you the difference between a clean up and a blowjob.

“Where are we at?” he asks, his tone menacing, when you two finally make your way back into the SIT room that’s been set up.

“They text me about 20 minutes ago asking me to leave earlier for the pickup,” Richard trembles.

“And you said?”

“It’s fine and I’m on my way.”

“Good boy,” Lloyd smiles at him before turning his attention to everyone else “lets move out!”

You’re quick to change into a pair of slim black pants and a black t-shirt, before packing your pistol and handgun into your bag and making your way out.

You do your best to ignore your throbbing, yet exhausted, pussy as you watch how closely Lloyd pays attention to every bit of information Despite his control issues, he’s very dedicated and committed to his work. That’s not the problem though. That’s never been the problem. The problem is that he loves what he does so much that he throws himself too much into it and looses himself. Lloyd Hansen isn’t a man that’s completely gone, he’s just a hard one to reel back in.

“I want these fuckers taken care of before lunch,” Lloyd tells everyone, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“What do you want us to do about the civilians?”

“Collateral damage if it gets out of hand,” he shrugs.

“Lloyd,” you warn, cutting your eyes at him.

“I’m in charge-”

“Until I think you’ve crossed a line. No one does shit until you think of a way to get everyone out safely. No mess, no scene, make it fast, keep it clean. We’ve gone over this,” you snap.

The van is quiet and you can tell everyone is afraid to say or do anything as you and Lloyd glare daggers at each other.

“Send Richard in then declare an emergency and tell everyone to evacuate. Take the bastards out then move out,” he demands, his angry glare never leaving you.

“But what about-” Richard starts.

“Do you really think now is a good time?” Lloyd asks coldly, shooting him a glare, and you feel your heart break.

Richard really believed that he would survive all of this and be able to get back to his daughter.

Poor fucking bastard.

Soon enough, everyone is filing out and all that’s left is you, Lloyd, and the techs.

“Come here,” Lloyd demands darkly.

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t make things worse for yourself when we get back, Cupcake,” he warns “now come here and sit on my lap. I want you to watch this with me.”

You know you shouldn’t, but can’t stop yourself as you slowly make your way over to him and sit on his lap. He pulls you close and grips your hair tight, and you bite your lip to suppress your moan.

“I should fuck you in front of everyone to show you who’s really in control,” he growls angrily into your ear.

“You have control in the bedroom, I have control on the field. I know you’re not stupid enough to forget that.”

“This is my op-”

“Until I feel like you’re taking it too far, Hansen,” you bite, grinding your ass against his very hard cock. “Don’t forget, Sweet Boy, I love to fuck just as much as I love to be fucked.”

“Jesus Y/N!”

“Now be a good and obedient little boy, or you won’t like what I have in store for you when we get back.”

“Y/N-”

“You think I won’t rip your pants off right now and fuck you in front of everyone? You think I won’t claim control in both the bedroom and the field?” you question, gripping his thighs as you continue to grind your ass against him.

“Doll Face,” Lloyd moans.

“There’s my good boy. Now, behave and pay attention to your mission. If I think you’ve done a good enough job, I might just let you fuck me on the flight back home,” you taunt as he groans, his hold on you getting tighter. “Now, can I resume my seat or do you need me to let you cum like the pathetic little shit you are?”

“Please,” he moans

“Please what? Finish your sentences, dumb boy.”

“Please let me cum!”

“I thought your pants were too expensive to get cum on?” you tease, picking up your pace.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, so fucking sorry!” he rasps as he buries his face into your back.

“So fucking pathetic, I shouldn’t let you cum at all. Not with how much of a spoiled little brat you’ve been. Wasn’t enough to let you control me in private, you had to try and throw your weight around when it comes to work?”

“I won’t do it again,” he whimpers.

“You fucking better not,” you moan, getting close to your own release. “Now be a good boy and cum for me so we can both get back to work.”

“Y/N!”

“What’s my fucking name?” you growl, fighting off your own release.

“Mommy!”

“Say it again, you ignorant little shit!”

“Fuck! Mommy!”

“Good boy, now fucking cum for me,” you demand as you lull your head back.

“Fuck!” he groans and his grip on you lets you know that he came hard.

“Sweet, sweet boy,” you moan as your relief washes over you.

It’s pathetic how sick the two of you are.

“Now, be a good little boy and watch the monitors. You’re supposed to be working,” you breathe out.

“Y/N,” Lloyd moans as he runs his hand though your hair, the tip of his nose grazing the side of your neck before he bites down on it.

“Lloyd, go do your job,” you warn, with a moan.

“Yes ma’am,” he husks.

You slowly get up and sit back down in your seat, while he readjusts himself.

“If anyone utters a word about what just happened, to anyone, I’ll fucking kill you myself. Understand?” Lloyd questions menacingly.

Everyone says ‘yes sir’ in unison and you can’t stop the smirk that comes to your face.

The hit goes off easy enough, Richard being the first to die, and they’re no civilian casualties. While you’re happy enough that everything went according to plan (for the most part), your heart still breaks for Liza. Yeah, she’ll be dead before the end of the month, but still. Both parents? Hell, you got left with the worst one, but at least you have one. You make a silent promise to yourself that you’ll stay by her side until the very end.

“I’m working, Sweet Boy,” you tell Lloyd as you feel his intense gaze upon you.

Since you both have gotten on the plane, you’ve held all of his attention, and you almost feel sorry for the poor stewardess who wants a repeat of last time.

“Then close your legs,” he practically whimpers.

“I thought I was doing a courtesy,” you snicker.

“Not when I can see it but can’t touch it.”

“Who said you can’t get on your knees and satisfy the both of us?”

“Oh? You don’t care anymore?”

“Everyone has it on high authority to not say a word about what we do, so I don’t know why you think I’ll be shy about anything.”

“Oh, I get it, you’re mad at me,” he smirks.

“I’m not mad about anything, Lloyd.”

“You’re not happy with me? Did I fail your little assessment?”

“You already knew you weren’t going to pass.”

“I wasn’t nice enough to Richard?”

“They had to peel bits of his skin off of the chair, Lloyd.”

“That’s more his fault than mine,” he shrugs “come over here and show me what I did wrong.”

“Lloyd.”

“Yes, Mommy?” he pouts.

“Fuck!”

“Sit on my lap so I can see what I did wrong.”

“No, because I actually have to get work done.”

“Who says I won’t let you?”

“My bare pussy.”

“I’ll stop the minute you tell me to.”

“Lloyd.”

“Be a good girl and sit on my lap, and I’ll be a good boy and listen to your criticism,” he smirks.

Once again, you find yourself doing what you shouldn’t and straddle Lloyd.

“Daddy,” you moan as his fingers tease your clit.

“No, you’re supposed to be telling me how I can improve,” he teases before biting down on your collar bone.

“You’re too mean, Daddy,” you moan “you’ve gotta gain control over your impulses, and watch the things you say.”

“Will that help me pass your little class?”

“It’s the only way you’ll pass, Daddy,” you gasp as he slides two fingers into your soaked cunt. “Gotta do better.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“The...fuck,” you whimper “the CIA isn’t gonna let you be their little whipping boy.”

“Maybe I wanna keep being your good little boy.”

“Lloyd,” you moan, lulling your head back as you cum on his fingers.

“You look so fucking pathetic,” he chuckles darkly. “I want to fill your pussy with my cock so fucking bad,” he groans, as you grind your wet cunt against his clothed cock.

“You said you’d be a good boy,” you whimper.

“You are so fucking sexy when you’re trying to hold on to control,” he chuckles.

“I swear to God, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone,” you growl, regaining some composure, as his hands travel up.

“Shut the fuck up and taste yourself on my fingers.”

“No,” you moan.

“No?”

“You need to remember who’s really in charge,” you snap.

“You’re the one grinding your bare and soaked cunt against my cock, Cupcake.”

“I can stop right now, if you wanna keep being a little shit.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns with a low growl.

“Then fucking behave,” you demand before slapping him hard across the face.

“You little bitch!”

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again.”

“No you won’t.”

You slap him again and his grip on your thighs tighten “I’m not afraid of a spoiled little shit, Lloyd,” you groan as you start to undo his pants. “I really think you just want me to fuck you. That’s why you’re being such a spoiled little fuck.”

“I’ve already had your perfect little cunt, and you all but promised me that ass-”

“I promised you my ass when you were being a good boy,” you correct as you take him out of his pants.

“Oh fuck!”

“Why should I do anything to make you happy now? You’re being such a little shit,” you moan as you adjust yourself, before sinking yourself down on him.

“Shit!”

“No one makes you feel as good as I do,” you moan as you ride him, “ so why should I reward you?”

“Cupcake!”

“In fact, I should make you fuck me in all the ways I love!”

“You should, Mommy!”

“Look at you,” you scoff as you pick up your pace “so fucking pathetic, it’s embarrassing,” you chuckle.

“Watch it, Cupcake,” he warns as he grips your throat.

“Tread lightly, Lloyd,” you warn as you pick up your pace “don’t want you to lose out on any of your privileges.”

“Such a fucking cunt!”

“Want me to get off of your cock right now?”

“Try it and you won’t be able to walk straight for a month!”

“Promise Daddy?”

“You dumb little cock slut!”

“Mi-Miss Y/L/N,” one of your mercenaries stammer.

“How may I help you?” you moan as Lloyd starts slowly kissing down your neck.

“Your Father...he’s on the phone and-”

“Is it important? I’m in the middle of a lesson,” you growl as Lloyd grips your waist painfully tight.

“He wants to know about the mission and-”

“Tell him I’m sleeping and I’ll call him back,” you whimper as Lloyd starts to take control.

“He says the CIA-”

“I don’t give a single fuck!” you cry out, cumming hard for Lloyd.

“Tell him she’ll call him back,” Lloyd demands menacingly, gripping your ass before standing up and you wrap your legs around him.

“Daddy!”

“I know, Doll Face,” he chuckles before kissing your collar bone. “So fucking needy.”

“Don’t act like you fucking aren’t,” you command as you grip his face. “I’ll make this the longest fucking flight of your life.”

“I wish you would,” he smirks as he makes his way to the bathroom.

The minute you two are in the bathroom, Lloyd pulls out, sets you down, forcefully turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, and thrusts himself inside of you.

“You know,” he husks as he thrusts into you hard and fast “this has got to be the best little snatch I’ve ever been in,” he praises.

“Of course it is,” you whimper, gripping the sink as you drop your head, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Arrogant, aren’t we?” he chuckles as he grips your neck tight, forcing your gaze on the mirror. “Want you to watch, Doll Face. Watch yourself come apart on my cock again,” he whispers against the the shell of your ear before licking it.

“Lloyd,” you whimper, clenching around him, desperate for a release.

You don’t know why you can’t get enough of him. He’s not someone you’d usually be attracted to, his personality alone makes you want to punch him in the dick. But there’s just something....something that makes you want him to use you as his own personal sex toy. Of course, that’s until he steps out of line.

“Give it to me, Doll Face!” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic.

“Fuck, fuck!” you cry, cumming hard for what feels like the millionth time.

How you two aren’t spent already has you completely at a loss for words.

Lloyd moans into your hair as he fills you up. “Best fucking pussy,” he breathes and you chuckle.

“You need to rest and I have work to do,” you sigh.

“I guess you’re right,” he sighs, kissing your neck a few times before pulling out with a groan.

You both get yourselves cleaned up and ready in silence, before Lloyd opens the door for you and you walk out. The look in everyone’s eyes has you ready to burst out laughing. You’re more than sure that your Father told them to report back to him if you and Lloyd do anything you shouldn’t be doing, but you also know they’re all deathly afraid of you, and probably Lloyd too, since they saw him give a man third degree burns and enjoy it way too much.

Yeah, your Father is scary, but he created a monster much worse than him, in some ways.

For the rest of the flight Lloyd sleeps on the seat across from you, and you fill out your evaluation form on him. No, fucking him a million times wasn’t in your best interest, especially since you still have to train him for the rest of the month, but you have a feeling that it helped. Lloyd is slightly more agreeable when he has something (or someone) to take his anger out on. You being just as fucked up as him in a sense, makes it a little easier for him take orders and not be as psychotic as he is.

Now, if only you could find something besides your body to get him to stay in line.

By the time the plane lands, you’re more than ready to get off of it. You’re barely sure what day it is.

“You don’t ignore my calls,” your Father barks the minute you step onto the tarmac.

“This can wait until tomorrow,” you mutter, walking right past him.

“Y/N-”

“I’ve been out of the country and away from my bed for what feels like 3 days. Maybe it has been, I don’t fucking know at this point. I don’t know what fucking time it is, but it’s dark outside, so I assume I’m supposed to be sleeping at some point, but I probably won’t because I’m gonna be all fucked up for a few days. Whatever you want to rake me over the coals about can wait until tomorrow!” you snap, finally bothering to meet his angry gaze.

His gaze is still angry, but he sighs in defeat. “I want you both in tomorrow at 7.”

“Of course, why would we get to sleep in?” you mumble.

“Fitzroy and Cahill are gonna be there tomorrow.”

“What the fuck for?”

“They wanna know how its going.”

“It hasn’t even been a full week!”

“Not my call.”

“Fucks sake,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “Yeah fine, see you at 7,” you mutter as both you and Lloyd make your way over to your car.

“Why is he going with you?”

“Jesus, what are you? A cop?! I had him meet me at my house and I drove us both here. His car is at my place.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m too fucking tired to argue with you. I’m too tired, I’m tired of fighting with you in general, and I don’t feel like doing it. I’ll you tomorrow,” you mutter before getting into your car. You let out a deep sigh and look over at Lloyd, whose gaze on you is intense. “You ready to play around some more?”

It’s pathetic that you two aren’t sick of each other yet.

By the time you pull into your drive and get out of your car, Lloyd is all over you and you don’t want him to stop.

“Don’t think I can wait for us to get to my house, Doll Face,” he rasps against your lips as you two make out against your car.

“I don’t want to wait,” you whimper, undoing his pants.

“Something tells me that you’re a woman with handcuffs.”

“I’ve got all the toys, Daddy,” you smirk up at him.

The minute you get you two into the house, Lloyd picks you up and carries you to your bedroom.

“You may not be able to walk straight for a couple days,” he smirks down at you as he takes off his shirt, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan. “I’m sure you won’t mind it though.”

Lloyd isn’t gentle with you at all and, of course, that just makes you even more excited. Sure, you both need to be asleep, but primal need you two have for one another won’t let either of you stop.

Or think straight.

“Fuck! Daddy, you promised!” you whimper as he pushes the setting on vibrator higher, only causing you to pull tighter against your handcuffs.

“Oh, we’re getting there, Doll Face. There’s something I want you to do for me,” he smirks, watching your legs shake.

“How can I please you?”

“Fuck, you really are a little cock slut aren’t you?” he muses as strokes himself. “Wet Daddy’s cock with pretty little mouth of yours,” he demands, roughly gripping your face.

Your only response is to open your mouth wide for him.

“Who would’ve thought that a controlling little cunt like yourself, could be such a good girl?” he grunts as he starts fucking your mouth. You close your eyes and moan at his words, getting more and more worked by him face fucking you and the vibrator between your legs. “Tsk tsk tsk,” he taunts before pinching your nipple, only causing you more pleasure. “You know better, eyes on Daddy,” he demands.

You look up at him with blurry eyes, feeling your release build up. You ball your hands into fists as your toes curl, trying to hold off your release. You didn’t wait for him to tell you to cum the last time, which why you’re in the position you’re in now.

“Dumb little whore needs to cum, doesn’t she?” he taunts and all you can do is moan. “Learned your lesson this time?” When you let out another muffled moan, just a little bit louder, he laughs at you, and you hate that you’re not even the slightest bit embarrassed. “Cum for me, Doll Face.”

You cum hard, squirting all over your bed and Lloyd lets out a low and feral growl.  

“Jesus, gotta get in that ass now,” he grunts, gripping your face and taking his cock out of your mouth. He’s quick to throw aside the vibrator, and you honestly don’t give a fuck if hes broken it or not. “Get on your fuckin knees,” he demands.

You obey as quickly as you can, your arms crossing as turn yourself over. You do your best to grip the bars on your head board, because you know this is going to finish you off.

“I’ve waited so patiently for this perfect little ass,” Lloyd growls as he opens up the bottle of lube, applying some to your asshole, before starting to stroke himself. “Such a wild little thing,” he grunts before slapping your ass hard.

“Fuck,” you hiss, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Daddy please!”

“Tell me how bad you want it, Doll Face,” he whispers harshly as he hovers over you.

“I’m fucking desperate for it,” you whimper like the bitch in heat that you are.

“Dumb little cock slut,” he chuckles before pushing himself inside the one place you’ve both been dying for him to fuck. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“Lloyd!” you cry out, your whole body writing in pleasure. “God yes!”

“Fuck, this ass is amazing,” he growls, gripping your hips tight, pumping into you hard from behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Can’t get enough of you,” he grunts.

He dips down and starts to bite and suck on your shoulder, as your toes curl. You start whining as his tongue starts lightly tracing over your back, and you know you’re gonna cum soon.

“What do you need, baby?” Lloyd husks as you grip the bars tight.

“Need...need to...fuck, you feel so fucking good! I need to cum, please!”

“Make a mess for me, Doll Face,” he demands, before kissing your shoulder blade.

“Fuck, Lloyd!” you whimper as your relief washes over you.

“Fucking amazing, best little slut I’ve ever had,” he moans, and you can tell he’s close.

“Are you gonna fill my ass, Daddy?

“Not until I make you cum for me again,” he growls, picking up his pace.

“Lloyd,” you whimper, your toes curling yet again as he kisses up and down your back. “Never felt this good.”

“Yeah, baby? Best fuck you ever had?”

“Fuck Lloyd, yes! Fucking best ever!”

“Then show me,” he demands with a growl. “Show me how good it feels and cum for me one more time,” he groans as one of his hands travel down between your legs, teasing your swollen and overstimulated bud.

“Shit!”

“I know you can cum for me one more time, Doll Face! You’ve been so good for me!”

“I’m so fucking close!” you sob, throwing your head back in ecstasy, as he grips you tighter and holds you close to his chest.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Doll Face,” he groans, pressing his forehead to the back of your head. “Fucking gorgeous and the best little slut. You take everything so well! Now, be the good little girl and give Daddy what he wants,” he practically begs.

“GOD!” you scream as your orgasm washes over you so hard, your legs almost give out completely, and you fade out of reality.

“Shit, Y/N!” he grunts, spilling his seed into you as he tries to ride out both your highs.

The room is silent except for you and Lloyd’s labored breathing, and you try and think about everything you’ve done with him over the last few days.

How much you’ve broken your own rules.

“Shit,” he groans as he pulls out and you hiss in dissatisfaction at the emptiness you feel. “Fuck,” he chuckles, and you can tell you’re probably all marked up.

The minute he undoes the handcuffs, you collapse onto the bed, which is soaked (more your fault than Lloyd’s). You can already feel the soreness starting up, and you know that Lloyd was true to his word and you will be walking funny for the next few days.

“Anything I should have a heads up for, for tomorrow?” he asks as he gets dressed?

“No, we talked about everything already. You didn’t do great, but you didn’t do terrible. Just gotta find your ‘in the middle’,” you yawn, not even bothering to get under the covers. You look up at him, your eyes barely open, as your hair slightly falls in front of your face, and he smirks down at you.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll Face,” he whispers softly before dipping down to kiss your forehead, before walking out.

You don’t like the happiness you feel at the small gesture.

You look over at your alarm clock that reads 1:30am, and groan in frustration. So much for a decent night’s sleep. You’re quick to set your alarm and pull on one of your college crew necks that’s lying on the floor from the mess you made before you left for your mission, and slowly drift off to sleep.

As fade out of consciousness, you tell yourself that whatever you were feeling towards Lloyd is over and done with now. He’s claimed every part of your body that he can, repeatedly, and you want nothing else. You needed something to take the edge off, he gave it to you, and that was that. From here on out, he’s nothing more than your final job.

Oh, how you love to lie to yourself.

**

When your alarm goes off, you feel like you’ve only blinked. You lay in bed and wonder just how much you really care about making anyone happy, before reminding yourself that your work always comes first. You’re slow to shower and get ready, and there’s no real speed to get to work. Once you arrive at headquarters, you take a deep breath and lay your head against your steering wheel.

‘After this month, you’re done with all of it,’ you mentally tell yourself as try to build yourself up to go in there and keep up the facáde you always wear.

As you make your way into the building, you feel a a pair of eyes on you, and without even looking you know exactly who they belong to.

“Hansen,” you greet, as you continue walking, “is everyone here?”

“Waiting for you.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m late.”

“I think your Father was expecting you to be early.”

“Well, I had a bit of a late night,” you smirk as you both approach the meeting room.

“Might explain why you’re walking a little funny,” he teases, cocking an eyebrow.

“Might,” you giggle before opening the door. “Good morning everyone,” you sigh; your mood and tone changing instantly as you make your way into the room.

“You’re late,” your Father barks.

“No, you came in early and stupidly expected me to do the same. That falls on you, not me,” you smile sarcastically at him. “As for everyone else, hello,” you smile at Fitzroy, Cahill, Carmichael, and a woman you’ve never seen before. ‘Oh, someone new? She’s about to be annoying as shit,’ you think to yourself.

“Good Morning,” Ms. Cahill smile towards you “how’d the mission go?”

“As well as expected, slightly better,” you shrug with a sigh as you take your papers out of your folders. “Yeah, there’s a lot to work on, but they’re also a lot of strengths that need to be considered. You want the good or the bad first?”

“The bad, I guess,” Fitzroy sighs.

“His main issue is his cruel torture methods and his lack of regard for authority.”

“Give me a fucking break,” Lloyd mutters with a scoff.

“As he just demonstrated, he and authority don’t do well, unless he’s the one running the show. That being said,” you quickly amend “when left in control, he leads with a smart and stern fist. Though his methods are a little cruel, and sometimes heartless, they’re good. Really good. When he has a task, he’s dedicated and he’s laser focused. He’s extremely good at what he does, I just need to get him to tone it down a notch,” you shrug, sliding your files over to Cahill and Fitzroy.

“We want to see him in action on our own,” the young woman you’ve never met says. “We need to track down a man who stole some...documents from us.”

“And you are?”

“I’m Suzanne Brewer.”

“Well, Suzanne, he’s not ready yet. It hasn’t even been a week.”

“You just said-”

“Yeah, he did pretty good under supervision. He’s not ready to be on his own.”

“We want you on this mission with him,” Carmichael interjects and Lloyd shoots him a glare.

“I think the fuck not,” you scoff, leaning back in your chair. “Not me, not at all.”

“Y/N-”

“Did you tell them that I’d agree to this?” you snap at your Father, whose somehow sunk further into his chair.

“I said that you might be willing to depending on-”

“He fucking lied to you all, because I will not be working for the CIA ever again,” you laugh incredulously.

“You don’t want to help your government?” Fitzroy asks, his temper starting to show.

“You know damn well that I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because fuck the government and fuck you!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air as both, Lloyd and Carmichael stifle a laugh. “The last time I helped out your little crew of minions, I got burned. I got burned, bad. I won’t be making that mistake ever again.”

“This is a chance to-” Suzanne starts.

“SHUT UP, SUZANNE!” you snap, deciding that you no longer need to keep your cool.

“Y/N-”

“It’s like you can’t stop yourself from being a piece of shit!” you snap at your Father. “How can you agree to something, for me, without even asking me?! With him?!” you practically scream, pointing at Fitzroy.

“I just thought-”

“No, no you fucking didn’t, so don’t say you did! Unless your next fucking statement is, ‘I just thought of myself’!”

“Now is not the time for one of your family squabbles,” Fitzroy sighs, and it takes all you have to not jump across the table and wring his neck.

“I’m sorry, the last time I “worked” for the CIA, wasn’t that whole thing supposed to be under your supervision? Training your precious Sierra Six? With the partner you appointed me?” you question hotly, and now Fitzroy is the one sinking into his chair. “I’m sorry, I can’t fucking hear you!”

“I’ve apologized for that-”

“Your apologies don’t mean shit! None of your apologies mean shit to me! Listen, I know that at the end of the fucking month, I’m out! However, until that time comes, I do my job the way I’ve always done it! No interference, no suggestions, no one in my fucking ear about what I should do, none of it! This is my job and it’s mine for a reason! If you don’t like the way I do things, find someone else! I’m not my Father! I’m not going to change my methods because it makes you all uncomfortable, so you can take what I have to offer or leave it!” you bite, meeting everyone’s gaze. “I’ll leave you all here to think about it,” you huff before standing up and storming out.

You faintly hear your Father call after you, but you don’t care to stop. You don’t care about anything. It’s bad enough that this is the second time that your Father has tried to stop you from doing it the best way you know how, in an attempt to save an outsider’s ego, but for Fitzroy to pull that shit and pretend that he doesn’t know why you’re acting the way you are?

Once upon a time, you were Fitzroy’s favorite. He thought you were funny and witty, he loved that you didn’t take shit from anyone, and he loved the fact that you always stood your ground; no matter what and against everyone.

Then a mission went very wrong and your heart got broken, bad. Yeah, he tried to apologize, and for the most part, you didn’t blame him. Still the damage was done and a rift formed.

“Are you okay?” Lloyd asks as he makes his way into your office as you wipe your eyes.

“Happy. So fucking happy,” you sob, trying to pull yourself together. “I guess they’re all afraid of me if they sent you in.”

“Basically.”

“What did they decide?”

“They won’t try to control the choices you make anymore...”

“But?”

“Suzanne’s going to stay until the end of the month.”

“Fitzroy?”

“How’d you know?”

“Because fuck him,” you mutter, swiveling in your chair and looking out at the view from your window. “I take it our next mission won’t be for the CIA?”

“No, we’re not moving past this that quickly,” he practically demands.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” you mutter, still gazing out the window and feeling slightly bad.

“What exactly am I in the middle of right now?”

“Everyone wants to control me right now, basically.”

“Y/N-”

“Once upon a time, my Father and I trusted Fitzroy, mind you, I only trusted him because my Father did. Nonetheless, Fitzroy and I became close. I talked to him about everything, because I could never talk to my Father about anything. Whatever he said was law and my Father hated that, because I never had the same faith and trust him that I did with Fitz. Anyway, long story short, the last time I worked with Fitzroy and the CIA, was the last time I was in a real relationship. I let my guard down for just a moment and it...it backfired,” you sigh, wiping your eyes. “I just took the guy as just my temporary partner. I didn’t expect to fall in love, nor did I want to, but I did. Then...”

“Then?”

“Then everything went to shit. I was engaged, my Father actually liked the guy...the only person who saw through all of his shit was Taj, which is why she’s the only person who I truly trust to this day. Anyway, things were going great until he slipped up. He brought up Sierra Six, Carl Gentry, at the most random time, and that’s what set everything in motion. What did him in was that he was the way he would question me about him, it was never like he was jealous but more like he was looking for information, and that gave him away completely. So, fast forward to everything hitting the fan, I was the one to take out my own fiancé out, 2 months before our wedding,” you smile weakly, swiveling around to meet Lloyd’s gaze. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you need to take care of me.”

“I am not.”

“I’m a big girl, Lloyd. Whatever issues I have at this point, are my own. Anyway, Fitz felt like I blamed him and I don’t know, maybe I did. I didn’t think I was, but there was very much a change on my end. We started to drift apart, which made my Father happy, and it eventually led to an argument at my Father’s house. Voices were raised, feelings were hurt, and eventually a fist fight broke out that I had to break-up. Fitz said some nasty things to my Father about how my Mother is better off dead because she doesn’t have to deal with him, and I told him that we all needed to call it a night because enough’s been said and done. He took that as me taking my Father’s side and said Matthew was the lucky one in all of this because he doesn’t have to deal with me and my shitty family. I, in all my glory, snapped like the crazy piece of shit I am and my Father ended up having to shield Fitz from me and get him out of the house. Ever since then, he’s been nothing more to me than a pain in my ass,” you sigh, looking down at fingers; fiddling them to try and fight off the tears that you weren’t in the mood to cry,

“Your Father seems to be on better terms with him now,” Lloyd comments, and you can tell that he senses how much you want to change the subject of you and Fitz.

“Fitzroy works for the government, so he can offer my Father a lot of money. My Father likes making a lot of money. They made up pretty quickly.”

“You and Fitz?”

“I don’t hate the man, but I wouldn’t be upset if I never had to see him again,” you shrug.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be be so open with me, honestly.”

“Well, you’ve fucked on a plane full of people and in every hole I own, so,” you shrug as Lloyd bursts out laughing “I figure why not do some trauma dumping?”

“You are a never ending mystery, did you know that?”

“I’ve been called worse,” you smirk at him.

“Your Father said this should make you happy.” Suzanne states awkwardly as she walks into your office, holding out a folder.

You look her over and quickly come to the conclusion that, if anyone’s gonna get in the way of fun you and Lloyd have, it’ll be her.

You take the file from her as she takes a seat, and smirk when you open it. “What a fucking prick.”

“What is it?”

“A mob boss wants revenge for his daughter getting her heart broken,” you chuckle as Lloyd snickers.

“What am I missing?” Suzanne asks.

“Just a sick joke between two sick idiots,” you chuckle.

Once again, you tell yourself that whatever happened between you and Lloyd is over. You needed the release and he wanted fun and that was all. So, when he texts you that night telling you that he wants you to come over, you resist the urge and tell him that you two have done enough damage.

That weekend, it’s hard to not give in to what you truly want, especially when he’s sending you videos and leaving breathy voicemails telling you how badly he needs to be inside of you again. It’s not that you don’t want to, God knows how feral you are for the man, but you don’t need or want a repeat of last times. Hell, you’re even pissed with yourself for opening up to him.

You don’t like the fact that it felt good to open up to and confide in someone else other than Taj. Opening up to and and confiding in someone that you shouldn’t care about, at all.

Of course, you’re not the only one feeling frustrated.

Lloyd does his best to mask the fact that he’s unhappy with things not going his way, but it shows in his performance. If it were just you seeing it, you’d talk to him about it, but Suzanne is Fitzroy’s little spy, which means you can’t take it easy on him.

“What isn’t clicking, Lloyd?” you sigh, walking over to your desk, before turning around and leaning against it.

The look in his eyes confirms what you already know: this is only making everything worse.

“Not sure what you mean, Cupcake,” he mutters, giving you bedroom eyes.

“Impulse, Lloyd,” you say lazily, before hitting the button on your clicker, zapping him. “You seemed like you were getting it, and now you’re just not.”

“Just a bad day,” he growls.

“I call bullshit,” you smile sarcastically, before hitting the clicker again.

“Y/N,” he growls, gripping the desk.

“Don’t forget, Sweetheart, I’m the one calling the shots. That being said, we’re gonna do a little review.”

“Review?”

“Let’s start from day 1, shall we?”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans before sliding down in his seat.

“Oh, He won’t save you now, Sweetheart.”

You’re not gonna lie and say that you didn’t love being in control all day, but you’re also very aware that you can only poke a bear so many times before it finally attacks.

Lloyd gives you three days.

“You can’t be here,” you moan as Lloyd hoists you up and forces your legs around his waist, after you open the door for him.

“Shut up,” he growls before kicking your front door shut.

“Lloyd-”

“I should choke the shit out of you for all the shit you’ve been pulling for the last few days,” he warns as he quickly walks the both of you to your kitchen table.

“You’re the one who refuses to do what you know you’re supposed to,” you bite as he starts sucking on your sweet spot. “Fuck! Lloyd-”

“Shut up!” he commands as he roughly places you on the table. “I’m sick of your lessons, so now it’s time for me to teach you some of mine.”

“Daddy, I-”

“What happens you’re a bad girl?”

“Daddy-”

“Not only a brat, but a dumb brat? Oh Cupcake, it may take all night, but I promise: Daddy is gonna fuck you into submission,” he smiles darkly.

Lloyd is rough with you in every way you love, in multiple parts of your house, and you don’t tap out at all. Once again, you’re desperate for someone to show that you don’t need to be in control all the time, and he’s desperate to be that person for you.

“We can’t keep fucking,” you breathe after you’ve both had time to come down from your highs; you laying your head on his chest.

“Why not?”

“Don’t be a fucking idiot, Lloyd.”

“Then don’t fucking act like one, Y/N,” he snaps back.

“Lloyd-”

“You’re an adult and so am I. Why does it matter what anyone thinks or says?”

“Cause we don’t lead normal lives and you know that.”

“We’re just having fun.”

“It doesn’t matter, they won’t see it that way. We have to stop.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Neither do I,” you sigh before pressing a small kiss to his chest “but we still have to.”

“It’s just sex!”

“They’ll see it as something more and you know it. If they think I’m giving you special treatment, for any reason, all of the work you’re doing goes out the window.”

“This is fucking stupid.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you.”

“It’s not like we aren’t careful.”

“We were careless as fuck the first few times,” you laugh softly and he chuckles.

“I think we did better this time-”

“Suzanne is watching us, Lloyd. You can’t afford to slip up, even in the slightest bit.”

“What about after I’m done?”

“Lets be honest, Lloyd. We both know you’ll pass out of spite. Fitz and everyone else is gonna keep a close eye for the next year or so. We have to stop.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t be a brat about it!”

“I’m not!”

“Lloyd-”

“You enjoy my company and I enjoy yours. You enjoy me fucking you and I love all the ways you fuck me. You’re 25 and I’m 26. We’re both consenting adults, so what’s the issue?”

“We’re killers,” you shrug simply as Lloyd lets out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not like I’m aiming to be your boyfriend.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I should go,” he sighs, looking over at your alarm clock.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t do what, Lloyd?”

“It gets frustrating, not knowing what you want!”

“I just told you! But I can’t have what I want and neither can you. This is something stupid that we shouldn’t have started.”

“Why shouldn’t we have?” he questions; one of his hands traveling down between your legs.

“Lloyd,” you moan.

“Didn’t answer my question, baby,” he husks..

“Stop it,” you moan pathetically.

“No.”

“Lloyd-”

“Give me a good reason.”

“When you make me feel like this, it’s hard,” you whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before kissing you deeply.

“We have to stop,” you breathe once you two break away, lulling your head back as he continues to tease your clit with his fingertips.

“We don’t want to.”

“Lloyd-”

“Fine, if tonight is our last night, I think we should make the most of it, don’t you?”

“We should, Daddy,” you moan, biting your bottom lip as he brings you off.

You let Lloyd fuck you like a rag doll two more times, before you decide it’s time for you two to call it a night. Once again, you force yourself to get over sexual desires for Lloyd and focus on the tasks at hand. The problem? Hes now become a drug you crave. Yeah, it’s just sex, but it’s the best fucking sex you’ve ever had. It doesn’t help that Lloyd is annoyingly handsome fully clothed, and the only thing that your mind goes to is the thought of him naked and treating you like a little whore.

When it comes to missions and watching him take control, you basically have to zone out, because he’s too fucking good at being terrifying and menacing; which is apparently a kink for you. Though, you are proud of the improvements hes made. Yeah, it’s probably for show so he can get the fuck out of there, but hes taken real strides to work on his methods of torture and holding back. You can always tell when he’s holding back on doing what he wants, because he clenches his fists and his jaw tightens; something else that makes you feral.

By the time it’s the week of your birthday, you’re ready to throw in the towel early become a recluse.

“Y/N!!!” Taj screams once you answer her call.

“Whatever you‘re thinking of saying, just know I’m working and I’m in the car with my associates.” you laugh.

“Goddammit, hi,” she scowls as you burst out laughing. “Stop working, it’s your fucking birthday!”

“It’s my fucking birthday, tomorrow,” you chuckle “and I’ll be off then.”

“What do you wanna do?”

“I won’t be working, so I honestly don’t care.”

“Good to know since I took the day off.”

“Taj!” you exclaim as you park the car.

“What? Your special day is a national holiday!”

“You are, as the kids say, annoying,” you chuckle as you screw the silencer on to your gun.

“Blah blah blah,” she mumbles “the world of waste management will survive without you for a bit. Do you have any idea of what you wanna do?”

“Taj, you know I didn’t think I’d make it this far and I’m just winging it, at this point. Whatever you come up with is fine, babe.”

“You wanna go skating?”

“Skating like rollerblading or skating like ice skating?”

“Rollerblading. Bitch, I’m too old to be on ice skates,” she laughs and you laugh along with her.

Though he does his best to hide it, you catch Lloyd chuckling from the corner of your eye.

“I wanna drink, Taj,” you giggle as you turn your car off.

“I know the perfect place!”

“No.”

“Oh, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Taji!”

“No time for you to be a little brat, you have work to do,” she practically sings as you roll your eyes. “Call me when you’re home?”

“Don’t I always?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you laugh before hanging up. When you look over to Lloyd, you scoff at the shit eating grin on his face. “What?”

“Your birthday is tomorrow?”

“So it would seem.”

“Ya know, you don’t have to answer her every time she calls.”

“Oh yes I do, if I don’t, she freaks the fuck out.”

“Why is that?”

“Another story for another time, Hansen,” you smirk before loading your gun. “Are we all ready?” you ask, looking from him to Suzanne.

“Lead the way,” she instructs.

As par for the course, you let Lloyd the mission, and you’re happy with what you see. You’re sure he’ll graduate in a couple of weeks, you’ll retire, and everything will be better.

Everything will be as it should.      

“Suzanne is under the impression that something is going on between you and Lloyd,” your Father scowls as you take a seat in his office after returning from the mission.

“Suzanne needs to mind her own fucking business,” you mutter as you toss down your assessment from the mission.

“Y/N, I told you-”

“Nothing is going on, we just get along. You didn’t say I wasn’t allowed to get along with the man.”

“Don’t. You know what happened the last time-”

“You don’t need to remind me. I remember better than anyone else,” you snap harshly.

Your Father lets out a deep sigh before throwing down the file. “I’m tired of arguing with you, Y/N.”

“Then stop trying to fucking control me all the time.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“You can’t keep using that excuse!”

“It’s not an excuse!”

You’re ready to yell, but you stop yourself, knowing it won’t get you anywhere. “I’m done talking about it. Nothing’s going on, so just leave it at that. I’ll see you on Saturday night.”

“You’re not coming over at all tomorrow?”

“Taj beat you to it. We’ll just do something Saturday night,” you shrug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, night,” you smile weakly before getting up and heading out.

You walk past Suzanne and glare at her.

Fucking snitch.

By the time you get home, you’re ready for bed, but the sight of Taj on your porch with different bottles of alcohol in her hands, has you cracking up and knowing you’re night is just getting started.

She has you dancing, laughing your ass off, and drunk in almost an hour and a half.

“So,” she giggles as you two sit down on your sofa “Lloyd.”

“What about him?”

“What’s going on there?”

“Why do you think there’s something going on?”

“Well, for starters, you gave him your personal number,” she smirks, nodding towards phone.

“Dammit,” you groan, looking over to see that hes text you twice. “We’re just fucking around. Well, we were. We stopped.”

“What?! Why?!” she exclaims with a pout and you laugh.

“It’s just not a good idea. If we get caught-”

“You’re almost out, Y/N. Why-”

“Almost out isn’t out, and if we get caught, it’s bad for him. He’s putting in the work, and I don’t want to be the reason he doesn’t succeed.”

“Oh, so you like him?” she giggles.

“I do not like him,” you scoff.

“Uh huh.”

“I don’t!”

“This is a safe space, babe. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, grabbing your phone as she bursts out laughing.

American Psycho: Come over.

American Psycho: Daddy wants to give you a pearl necklace for your birthday.

Y/N: Lol I can’t and you know that.

American Psycho: I can come to you.

Y/N: We both agreed, Lloyd. Besides, I’m too drunk to fuck, Taj is over and the last thing I need to do is drive.

American Psycho: I can come over and give you both one.

Y/N: LMAO

American Psycho: Can’t say I didn’t try.

Y/N: Lol go away, Lloyd

American Psycho: Enjoy your night, Doll Face.

You roll your eyes and throw your phone down on the table.

“What does he want?” Taj asks she pours the both of you another drink.

“A threesome,” you laugh as she almost chokes on her spit.

“Yeah no, I’m not drunk enough for that.”

“Rude!”

“Who says I was talking about you? Why should I have to share you?”

“Taj!” you laugh incredulously as she starts cracking up at the shocked expression on your face.

“You did that to yourself,” she chuckles “does he wanna come over?”

“Of course he does, but I told him that we both agreed to stop.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no, he’s best the fuck I’ve ever had,” you groan sinking back into the sofa.

“Just be careful.”

“Someone already voiced their concern,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Ew!”

“Exactly, I can’t keep sneaking around because I love the sex.”

“And like him.”

“I don’t like him! Besides, Lloyd does not seem like the type of man who does relationships. He fucks.”

“Has he been fucking anyone else besides you?”

“More than likely, he doesn’t like to go a long time with his dick in his pants.”

“But you haven’t?”

“I haven’t had any time,” you scowl. “Besides, I do want a relationship. A real one that leads to marriage, children, and dying together at an old age.”

“Then why-”

“He’s just something to pass the time. I never had any intention of pursuing anything with him,” you sigh, finishing off your drink.

“Then why do you seem so bummed about it?”

“I’m just bummed with my life right now, but things will change. I just feel like a child. I’m turning 26 in an hour, but I’m not fucking someone because my Father said I can’t. What fucking sense does that make? Someone snitched, ugh, I’m getting myself worked up!” you grunt before sitting up. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Let’s dance,” you smile at Taj.

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I have every other day to be sad. I refuse to be sad on my birthday.”

“Guess it’s a good thing you have me,” she smirks, before getting up and turning up the music, loud.

As the night goes on, and you both get drunker, you can’t get Lloyd out of your head and you don’t know why. Ever since Taj asked if he’s fucking anyone else, your mind can’t stop wondering about it. Is he? And if he is, why do you care? You don’t. There’s nothing to care about.

It’s Lloyd.

Yeah, he’s come a long way since you first met him, but he’s still Lloyd. Taj stops the music, pulling you out of your thoughts, and starts singing ‘Happy Birthday’ loud and off-key.

“Please stop,” you laugh, stumbling a bit.

“I love you, you crazy bitch!” she hums, clumsily making her way over to you and wrapping you in a tight hug.

“Thank you for sticking by my side,” you whisper, wrapping her in a hug just as tight.

“Always and forever, babe. We got this,” she smiles at you before you two break apart. “Now lets get back to...oop! Your sex toy is calling,” she laughs.

“Oh God,” you laugh, doing your best to quickly grab your phone and a pack of cigarettes. “I’ll be taking this outside!”

“I bet you will,” she laughs, turning the music back on.

“Hello?” you laugh, closing the door behind you and taking out a cigarette.

“Are you having a house party without me?”

“It’s a party of two,” you giggle, lighting your cigarette. “How may I help you, Mr. Hansen?”

“Oh, I like that.”

“Lloyd,” you laugh.

“I just wanted to gift you the compliment of you being the best fuck I’ve ever had. Since you cut me off, I’ve trying out new candidates, and I’ve been disappointed every single time.”

“I thought you were a master hunter,” you scoff, feeling irritated for reasons you don’t understand.

“Oh? Is someone jealous?”

“You’ve clearly had enough to drink,” you laugh.

“We could just start back.”

“It’s not like I’ll be the only person you’ll be fucking.”

“You’ll be my top priority.”

“You’re annoying,” you laugh, taking a drag from your cigarette.

“Why? Am I the only guy you’re fucking?”

“It’s not like I have much time to go out and have fun.”

“Would my good little girl like me to stop until the playing field is even?”

“No, because we’re done.”

“Sure we are.”

“You need to sleep, you have training tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but it’s with Suzanne.”

“So?”

“Suzanne sucks,” he scowls and you start laughing.

“I want you to be on your best behavior for her, like you are for me.”

“Yeah, but you reward me when I’m a good boy.”

“Go to sleep, Lloyd,” you laugh, putting out your cigarette.

“Happy Birthday, Doll Face.”

“Thank you, Lloyd.”

“Night.”

“Good night,” you smile before hanging up.

You stand there for a moment, thinking over all of your feelings and emotions. The only reason that you’re annoyed that Lloyd’s fucking around is because he has free time and you don’t. Of course, he could use his free time to practice and train, but he won’t because he doesn’t need to.

Cocky fuck.

When you get back inside, Taj is dancing on top of the coffee table to the Spice Girls.

“So, what was that about?”

“Nothing,” you laugh as you pour yourself a shot.

“That was a long time to be outside to talk about nothing.”

“Taj.”

“Whatever you say, Buttercup,” she smirks at you before going back to dancing.

At some point, you two go upstairs and fall asleep. You don’t even remember falling asleep, but soon enough, you’re awoken by Taj bringing you breakfast from your favorite diner and a mimosa.

“I feel like we drank all the alcohol in the world last night,” you laugh as you sit up.

“Oh, that was nothing.”

“Taj!”

“You can recover tomorrow. Today, we party,” she grins mischievously.

You two spend the day watching your favorite movies, eating your favorite junk, and talking about all of the things that make you smile.

“We should start getting ready!” she squeals in delight when she checks the time.

“We’re just going skating,” you laugh, as you get up and make your way into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, we’re getting you laid.”

“When did I agree to this?”

“When I decided it just now. Now, lets get you dressed and looking like a whore,” she giggles ominously.

“Oh God!”

“Oh yes!”

While she’s in the middle of doing your hair, your phone buzzes and a small stupid smile comes to your face.

American Psycho: You’re not allowed to leave me alone with Suzanne ever again.

Y/N: Lol were you a good little boy?

American Psycho: Yes Mommy.

Y/N: Knew you could do it.

American Psycho: Does your good little boy get a reward?

Y/N: Maybe, if I’m drunk enough later, you’ll get a video or two.

American Psycho: Now that’s just torture. I get to watch you play with that beautiful little pussy, but I can’t even put my mouth on it?

Y/N: Someone’s needy.

American Psycho: Only for you, Mommy.

Y/N: I’m gonna go now, be a good boy.

You don’t know how much longer you’re going to be able to abide by your own rules.

“Smiling pretty hard for someone who doesn’t have a crush,” Taj teases as she curls the last bit of your hair.

“It’s just sex. I don’t even know a thing about him.”

“You clearly know enough. Just because you don’t know his life story, doesn’t mean you don’t know enough to feel something for him other than a wet pussy.”

“No thank you. He’s still sleeping with other women anyway, so there’s clearly nothing on his end anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why do you want this so bad?”

“He makes you smile, he makes you laugh, he fucks like a God apparently, and you just seem a little lighter now. I don’t know, I haven’t seen you like this in a while and it just makes me happy,” she shrugs.

“He’s just a guy I’m training, babe. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Whatever you say,” she sighs.

You two continue to drink and dance while you both get ready (Taj picking out your outfit to ensure that you get laid), and soon enough, you’re feeling pretty fucking good.

“Why the fuck did I think that drinking and rollerblading would be a good thing?” you laugh as you both hold each other up and try get around the rink.

“Cause you’re a fucking genius,” Taj giggles before looking up. “Well, well, well,” she smirks.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me,” you groan as you follow her gaze.

Lloyd is leaning against the wall, smirking at you, with his arms folded across his chest. He’s got on black dress pants, a tight black Henley shirt, and a leather jacket.

You’re ready to fuck him on the spot.

“I’d fuck him in public,” Taj muses as she does her best to smoothly maneuver you both over to where he’s standing with Denny.

“I did,” you groan and the gasp that leaves Taj’s mouth has you doubled over laughing.

“Stop! You’re gonna make us fall!” she laughs, trying to keep her balance.

“That was an issue before I started laughing,” you chuckle, also trying to stay upright while trying to catch your breath.

You both barely make it to the wall upright and arrive with a thud, both of you laughing incredibly hard.

“Hello boys,” Taj breathes out, only making you laugh harder. “Have a drink with us?”

“Looks like you’ve both had enough for the whole place,” Lloyd chuckles, his gaze on you soft.

“This is nothing,” you giggle, finally regaining your composure. “Hi Denny,” you smile at Carmichael, who is watching both you and Taj with pure amusement in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he nods towards you.

“Taj, this is Denny Carmichael and Lloyd Hansen,” you say politely, trying to remember your manners.

“Nice to meet the both of you,” she smiles at them, but her eyes subtly look over Denny.

And she’s gone.

“What brings you out tonight?” you question Lloyd.

“Felt like skating,” he smirks.

“Cause you seem like a guy who’s big on skating.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he agrees with a seductive and low tone.

“Denny, grab a drink with me,” Taj smirks, letting go of you and giving you a wink.

“I’d love to,” he chuckles as she takes his arm.

“Lloyd,” you start once they’re out of ear shot “what are you doing here?”

“You know why I’m here,” he growls “and judging by your outfit, you have intentions of going home with someone other than Taj.”

“Jealous?”

“Lets just say,” he husks moving in closer to you “I don’t like sharing my toys.”

“Lloyd-”

“Come home with me tonight,” he almost begs. “You and I both know you won’t regret it.” You look over at Taj and see that she’s having a very good time with Denny. “She’ll be fine with him. What do you say?”

You look up at him through your thick lashes and bite your bottom lip.

Fuck.

“Lloyd!” you whimper, arching your back as your hands run through his hair. “Fuck, you eat this pussy so fucking good, Daddy!”

The entire drive to his place, you blow him and ignore all of the voices in your head that are telling you it’s a bad idea. The minute you stepped foot in his house, his hands were all over you, ripping off your clothes before sitting you on the counter and fingering you. After he brought you off twice, he carried you upstairs, threw you on his bed, and he’s been a menace ever since.

“You like the way Daddy eats your pussy, baby?” Lloyd husks as he looks up at you, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt and fucking you intensely.

“Mhm, you’re so fucking good to me! Fuck, that’s it!”

“My good little girl wants to cum?”

“Please! God, please and then fuck me! Need you to fuck me!”

“You’re so fucking pathetic,” he chuckles darkly. “But fuck, you look amazing all blissed out.”

“Lloyd please! I need it!”

“Alright baby, cum for me, then Daddy’s gonna give you that pearl necklace you want so bad, Honey,” he smirks before kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck!” you cry out, as you feel yourself come undone for him for what feels like the millionth time.

“The best little slut,” he growls before kissing his way up your body. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you naked and fucked out on my bed?”

“Lloyd,” you moan as he softly licks the side of your neck.

“You’re the most amazing fuck, and you expect us to just stop? You expect me to give you up?” he questions hotly against your ear as he thrusts himself inside of you.

“Never want you to!” you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Never want you to get tired of me, baby,” you confess, too drunk and blissed out to mask your emotions from either of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he chuckles before sitting up, gripping your hips, and thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Fuck!”

“I’ve been gentle with you tonight and I fucking shouldn’t be,” he grunts, lust filling his heated gaze on you, as he watches you writhe beneath him; your hands clawing at him because you’re so desperate to feel him. “spoiled little shit!”

“ ‘m so sorry, Daddy! I won’t do it again! I promise!”

“Yeah, you’re gonna stop denying me your perfect little body? Gonna stop denying me you?”

“Shit!” you moan, meeting his heated gaze.

“Didn’t answer my fucking question, Doll Face!”

“Lloyd, you can have anything you want from me,” you cry out, the knot in your core starting to tighten in the most pleasurable way.

“Jesus babygirl!” Lloyd groans, his grip on your waist becoming painfully tight.

“Baby please!”

“Give it to me, Doll Face,” he encourages with a grunt.

“FUCK!” you scream out, squirting on his cock hard.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he grunts, pulling out of you, forcing your legs together before straddling you and working his way up your body, as he starts jerking himself off. “You want Daddy to give you that necklace, Honey?”

“Please!” you mindlessly and pathetically beg as you grip his thighs.

“Jesus!” he yells, painting your chest with his cum as you moan in delight.

Lloyd takes his time covering your chest with his seed before smirking and watching as you desperately scoop up every bit; and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s pleased with the sounds that leave your mouth.

“Happy Birthday, Doll Face,” he smirks before dipping down and kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you giggle up at him when he sits up.

“What the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me,” you plead with a pout.

“Give me a minute,” he laughs before getting off of you. “You want anything from downstairs?”

“A drink,” you shrug, sitting up and looking around his room.

It feels very...him.

“You don’t think you’ve had enough?”

“It’s my birthday, Lloyd. I can do whatever I want,” you nod and he just laughs. “In fact, get yourself a glass too. We’re drinking and fucking,” you smirk and he bursts out laughing.

“Are you always full of surprises?”

“I try to be,” you smile before pulling your knees to your chest and laying your head on them.

Lloyd looks as if he’s about to say something, but stops himself before shaking his head, smiling and walking out. Left alone with your drunken thoughts, you try to figure out just what the fuck it is you’re doing. Why can’t you just turn it off? Why is your attraction to him so strong? Is he even as attracted to you as you are to him?

What the fuck are you doing?

When Lloyd walks back in, you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan and he smirks at you.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm,” you moan.

“You are definitely not what I expected,” he chuckles as he places the glasses down and pours you both a glass of bourbon.

“And what were you expecting?”

“To break you in.”

“Happy or disappointed?”

“Oh, I’m very happy, Doll Face,” he smirks before kissing your forehead. “This is for you, by the way. Happy Birthday,” he shrugs, placing a small box next to your glass before taking a seat at his desk and crossing one leg over the other.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Lloyd.”

“I saw it and thought of you. No big deal,” he mumbles before taking a sip of his drink.

You remain silent but cock an eyebrow before untying the black velvet lace around the white box. You’re expecting some sort of sex toy, but a silent gasp leaves you when you see what’s inside.

“Lloyd-”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous,” you marvel as you hold up the diamond bracelet that has a heart pendant at the center of it.

“To go with that necklace you love so much. You can wear it as a set, if you want.”

“Lloyd, you didn’t have to spend this much on me. You didn’t have to spend anything on me.”

“Not a big deal, Doll Face. I saw it, thought you’d like it, so I got it.”

“Thank you,” you smile at him before getting up and making your way over to him, sitting in his lap once he puts his leg down. “How can I show you just how thankful I am?”

“Keep letting me cum wherever I want,” he smirks and you burst out laughing.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy,” you smirk before kissing him deeply.

His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you close to him. It feels like heaven, and you hate that you don’t want to give it up. Give him up.

“Whatever I want?” he breathes once you two break apart.

“Mhm.”

“You’re done with telling me no?”

“Well, I’m clearly not very good at it,” you mutter as he chuckles.

“We’ll be careful, Doll Face.”

“Suzanne already told my Father that she thinks something’s going on.”

“Fuck!”

“Hell, she could’ve been at the roller rink tonight, just like you.”

“She can’t prove that we did anything even if she was.”

“Whether she can or can’t, we’re clearly hellbent on fucking each other, so we have to be smarter about how we go about it.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Lloyd, it’s almost 12am and I’m in your bedroom, on your lap, and my pussy is soaked. Does it seem like I want to stop?”

“I’ll be a good boy at work,” he promises as he slides a hand between your legs and starts to tease your clit.

“No more fucking in front of everyone,” you moan as you lean your forehead against his.

“I’ll only fuck you in private,” he smirks and you giggle with a whimper.

“And no more lingering gazes.”

“Then don’t look so fucking sexy when you come to work.”

“There’s nothing sexy about me when I’m at work.”

“Doll Face, you’re joking, right? The shirts? The skirts?”

“They all come from the half off rack at Burlington,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but this body doesn’t,” he groans before sliding two fingers into your intimate folds. “You are so fucking perfect, Y/N. It drives me crazy.”

“Yeah Daddy? I’m the perfect little whore?”

“Perfect and I swear you were made just for me!”

“Fuck!” you cry out, coming undone all over his fingers. “If we’re gonna keep this up, we’re both gonna have to do better.”

“I promise, Doll Face,” he breathes out before kissing your cheek. “You should stay over tonight.”

“Lloyd.”

“I wanna finish tonight with my cock in your ass, and start my day with my face between your legs.”

“I shouldn’t,” you moan, feeling his tongue run along the base of your neck.

“Daddy doesn’t like that answer, Cupcake,” he growls before forcing your legs open and slapping your pussy.

“Shit!”

“Tell Daddy what he wants to hear or I’ll punish you all night.”

“It’s not-”

“Not what I want to hear,” he taunts, slapping your pussy again.

“Lloyd!”

“Are you gonna stay?”

“Mmm, Daddy!”

“Oh, you want me to keep slapping your cunt? You’re getting off on it?”

“Feels so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna stay?”

“I’ll do whatever you want! Just please!”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before slapping your pussy again.

You and Lloyd stay up all night, fucking, drinking, and talking. He makes good on his word and finishes off in your ass. Since you soaked his bed, he changes the sheets while you go in the bathroom and clean yourself off.

“Pretty sure I’m gonna have to get a new mattress soon if we keep at it like this,” he teases once you get back in his bed.

“You’re the one who decided to keep your vibrator ring on my clit while you fucked me in the ass,” you yawn.

“I just love destroying you,” he laughs as you smirk and shake your head. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Yes you are,” he agrees before kissing your shoulder. “Good night, Doll Face.”

“Lloyd?”

“Hm?”

“This is all just sex, right?”

He’s hesitant before he says, “of course.”

You don’t believe him, but shrug it off anyway. Too tired to press the matter, you just curl up under the covers and sigh, “Goodnight, Lloyd,” you sigh before drifting off into dream land.

Once again, keeping his word, you’re awoken with Lloyd’s tongue fucking you, while his thumb teases your clit.

“You’re gonna make me never want to leave,” you moan as you grip his hair. You feel his smirk and you grind your cunt against his face.

Jackass.

“Daddy...daddy, I’m so close, holy shit!” you squeal, arching your back as your toes curl. When he changes up, licking and sucking on your clit before sliding three fingers into your dripping cunt, your free hand grips his pillow as a wave of release washes over you. “LLOYD!” you scream as he continues to fuck you through your high.

You hate how much you never tire of him. How much neither of you tire of each other.

He takes his time kissing up your body, letting you know (in his own way) how much he appreciates it, before finally kissing you deeply. “I want to keep you handcuffed to my bed all day,” he husks once you two break apart.

“Mommy has things to do today,” you reply with a pout.

“You can’t talk like that expect me to want to let you go.”

“Be a good boy. I’ll take care of you and that greedy cock in a few days.”

“A few days?”

“It’s not like you’re not going to drown yourself in someone else’s pussy.”

“But I want to drown in yours, Mommy,” he whispers as his hand slides between your legs, teasing your clit.

“Lloyd,” you warn with a moan.

“Just one time? Please?”

“You know Mommy doesn’t like it when you’re being a spoiled little brat.”

“And you know I hate not getting what I want,” growls against your neck before biting it.

“Fuck!”

“I’ll be so fucking good, Mommy.”

“Once, Lloyd.”

“Sure,” he smirks before thrusting himself inside of you.

Lloyd has you three times before you force yourself to throw in the towel.

“I need something to wear home,” you pant once he collapses next to you.

“I can take you home just like this.”

“You can’t take me anywhere. I’m getting a car service.”

“Why-”

“In case someone is watching. The last thing I need my Father raking me over the coals about is you driving me home. I need something to wear.”

“This is stupid.”

“We’ve talked about this a handful of times. Don’t start.”

“At the end of the month, I can’t fuck you at all, but I have to wait a few days to even fuck you again?”

“Don’t start whining,” you sigh as you sit up. “Neither of us like it, but it is what it is.”

“What about if I stayed?”

“Stayed where?”

“With your Father’s company.”

“I mean, the chances are slim to none, cause my Father hates you.”

“Most people do,” he smirks.

“Besides, you’re the one who wants to be the CIA’s whipping boy, so why stay?”

“Well, it’s not like you make it sound all that great.”

“It just...it is what it is,” you sigh, feeling a little bit of sadness yourself, as you look over at him. “Now, I need clothes.”

He gives you one of his Harvard crew necks, which practically swallows you, and you order a car service.

“I want to see you tomorrow,” he mutters as you both stand outside and wait for the car to pull up.

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Lloyd-”

“I don’t like not getting what I want.”

“Welcome to the real world, Sweet Boy.”

“I don’t see why your Father doesn’t like me anyway. I’ve never done anything to piss him off.”

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe because you’re just a little unhinged at times,” you smirk and he chuckles as the car pulls up. “I gotta go,” you sigh, turning to walk away.

You turn to walk away, but Lloyd’s arm wraps around your waist pulls you close. Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours and he’s engulfing you in an all consuming kiss. You know you should pull away, but it’s Lloyd and you can never resist him. It’s bad enough that you two keep tip-toeing the line of fucking and something more, but it’s Lloyd. You can’t stop yourself, no matter how bad much you want to.

“I have to go,” you breathe once you two break apart.

“I know,” he pants, gripping you harder.

“Lloyd...this is all just sex...right?”

“Yes...of course it is.”

“Lloyd-”

“I mean it, Doll Face. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I’m not ready to give you...it up yet.”

“If you say so,” you chuckle softly, going to leave again, but Lloyd’s grip on you you doesn’t soften. “Lloyd-”

“I know...I’ll see you Monday,” he sighs, finally letting go of you.

You place a soft kiss on his cheek and let him go. “Come over on Tuesday night, okay?”

“You better your ass, Doll Face.”

“Bye,” you giggle before escaping down the steps and getting into the car that’s been waiting for you.

The ride to your house isn’t a long one, but it’s long enough that you rack your brain trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, and just exactly what the fuck is going on between you and Lloyd. You look down at the bracelet he gave you and you scowl. Yeah, he said it’s no big deal, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling like one. Why can’t you grow tired of him and why does it matter that he’s sleeping around?

He’s not your boyfriend and you don’t want him to be.

“Here, Miss,” the driver smiles at you, pulling you out of your mental debate.

“Thank you,” you smile softly, grabbing your clutch before getting out of the car.

You’re ready to start your little mental debate back up, but before you can, you look up to see Taj walking up to your door, also in only an Harvard crew neck. You both burst out laughing at the sight of each other, knowing that the both of you had an extremely good night.

“So, I see that someone had some fun last night,” you smirk as you unlock your front door.

“We clearly should’ve gone to Harvard,” she sighs as she throws her clutch on your little table by your door.

“Are you gonna see him again?”

“Yeah, I basically made him ask me on a date. I could tell he wanted to, but he seemed scared, so I told him that next Friday, he’s picking me up at 6 and we’re going out to dinner.”

“What’s it like to be fearless?”

“Pretty fucking great, not gonna lie,” she shrugs before looking at your arm. “Holy shit!”

“Oh, that,” you scoff looking down at the bracelet on your wrist.

“Oh no.”

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, plopping down on your sofa.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You know better than to lie to me.”

“He’s just so fucking annoying,” you scowl as Taj starts laughing. “Of course, he says it’s not a big deal, he saw it and thought of me-”

“Awh!”

“Taj!”

“That’s fucking sweet! I don’t care what either of you idiots say, you both like each other. Why not go on a date and give it a try?”

“Because I don’t want to date him.”

“Why not?”

“Because...he sucks.”

“Didn’t know you were 5.”

“I hate you,” you mutter and she starts laughing again “for one, he’s high maintenance. You know how much I can’t stand that shit. Two, he’s such a winy little brat. He’s so fucking entitled, spoiled little fuck. Three, he can be pretty fucking heartless at times, and I don’t need another man like that in my life. Four, he’s fucking obsessed with himself...oh fuck,” you groan as you lay your head back and Taj bursts out laughing.

“There it is!”

“No, I can fix this. No. No. NO!”

“You like him!”

“Stop saying that!”

“You won’t give me the satisfaction of knowing I’m right just this once?”

“Not when it comes to this. Set me up on a date.”

“What? No!”

“Taj, please! I really don’t...PLEASE!”

“Why not just go on a date with him?”

“Because NO! Taj, I just...no, I don’t want to be in like with Lloyd Hansen of all fucking people. Besides, he’s still out getting his dick wet in whatever he can, so I really shouldn’t-”

“He clearly likes you too, babe,” she sighs, motioning towards the bracelet on your arm.

“No, he doesn’t. This means nothing to him.”

“Pretty pricey for it to mean nothing.”

“As if money matters to him. You’ve seen him, does it really look like money is something he worries about? Hell, I just spent the night at his house, I know it doesn’t matter to him.”

“Y/N-”

“No Taj, just trust me on this. He’s not the man you want me to end up with. Please, just set me up on a date with that doctor friend of yours. The one whose been asking for my number.”

“I don’t like this, at all, and don’t think it’s a good idea...but I’ll do it,” she sighs heavily.

“Thank you.”

“Yup.”

“Oh, don’t be fucking mad at me!”

“He makes you happy, Y/N!”

“He’s not good for me! Ugh, why are we arguing about this?!”

“Because, once again, you’re not doing something that’ll make you happy-”

“Being with Lloyd won’t make me happy!”

“Then why can’t you stay away from him? And don’t give me some bullshit answer about how it’s just sex.”

“That’s really all it is!”

“Okay.”

“Stop that!”

“Y/N, one of these days, you’re gonna need to realize that the person stopping you from being happy is you,” she sighs as she gets up. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

“You need clothes,” you mutter annoyed that somehow, without even trying, Lloyd has ruined your day.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll text Bryan when I get home and let you know. I love you,” she all but mumbles as she leaves.

You let out a frustrated scream and stomp your feet like a petulant child, before checking the time.

1:30.

Great, now you’ve got to get ready to spend time with your Father, which is the last thing you want. You take your time showering, washing the previous nights sexcapade off of you, and ignore the fact that you’re insanely pissed with yourself for falling for Lloyd.

How the fuck did it even happen?

At what point, did you brain decide that you like Lloyd as more than just a fuck toy? No, it’s total bullshit. It’s gotta be, because it makes no fucking sense. Sure, he makes you laugh sometimes, and can be kind when he feels like it, but you’ve barely spent enough time with him to actually have real feelings. Great sex doesn’t mean he’s worthy of your time. Being attractive as all shit, doesn’t mean he’s a good candidate for the fairy tale life you want.

Besides, he doesn’t even want that shit, so why even entertain the idea of that shit?

By the time you arrive at your Father’s house, you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy.

“What did I do wrong this time?” he sighs as he pouts you a glass of wine.

“What? Oh, nothing. It’s nothing you’ve done, this one’s on me.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Lets not pretend that parenting is actually your strong suit.”

“I’m trying, Y/N.”

“I know you are and I appreciate it, but you don’t have to.”

“Well, how was your birthday?”

“Good, Taj and I got drunk and went skating. It’s what I needed.”

“And how is Taj?”

“She’s fine. Just as much Taj as shes always been,” you mumble looking down at your hands.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I know you usually hate hanging out with me, but this isn’t you.”

“I just...I’m not saying this to start an argument. I just really fucking wish this wasn’t my life. Yeah, I’m out at the end of the month, goody, but the damage is done. I never feel normal around other people, and I even feel selfish for having Taj as a best friend. Every time I hangout with her, I feel like I’m putting her in danger. Why? Because I have enemies, and so do you. Hell, me being your daughter probably doubles my list. Now, I’m gonna start dating and I want to get married and have kids, but how the fuck can I do that? I’ve barely ever lived that life. The closest I got was college and we all saw how much of a shit show that was. So, what options do I have left after that? Date someone in our line of work? I did that and I ended up having to kill him and almost killed myself. So, that’s my fucking issue. I’m 26 and I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing,” you mutter, wiping away the few tears you cried before taking a sip of wine.

Your Father lets out a deep sigh before taking a seat across from you at the kitchen isle. “Ya know, for a time, I wanted the same thing you want now. I tried.”

“What?”

“I tried to be the guy that could have a family, work a respectable job, be open and loving...I tried to be normal.”

“What happened?”

“I felt like you feel now. No matter how much I tried to fit into that role, I couldn’t because it wasn’t for me. Squares don’t fit into a circle. That life stopped being an option for me a long time ago. When I met your Mother, I had just decided to stop trying. She didn’t want anything except a night of fun, and I was good at that so I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. Fast forward two months, she found me and told me the news. You’re right, I didn’t want you. It obviously wasn’t anything you’d done, I just wasn’t capable of being a Father. How the fuck was I supposed to love and care for you, when that’s never been something I’ve done? I tried and I sucked at it. However, your Mother,” he smirks with a scoff “she was over the moon about you. Couldn’t wait. I told her I’d pay for the abortion and she almost stabbed me. Maybe that’s where you get it from, anyway, she was hellbent on having you and I wasn’t about to be a deadbeat like my own Father. So, I decided to suck it up and marry her. No, it wasn’t ideal and she wasn’t necessarily happy about the line of work I was in, but she accepted it. Somewhere deep down inside, she did love me and I tried my hardest to love her. I think that’s what hurt her the most. She saw me trying, but it was plain as day that it was something I just wasn’t capable of. Anyway, fast forward to the day that you were born...I had an attitude the entire time I drove to the hospital,” he laughs softly. “You were already fucking up my life and you hadn’t even gotten here yet. I was supposed to be going on a mission for Fitzroy, but your Mother called right before I was about to leave and Fitz insisted that I go. When I got there, your Mother in all her glory, was throwing ice chips at the nurses and threatening to kill everyone if they didn’t get you out of her soon. Honestly, your Mother could’ve done what we do. Nonetheless, 9 hours later, you were brought into the world. Your Mother was exhausted, but she was over the moon. She made me hold you, and it was the first time someone was genuinely happy to see me. Your big innocent eyes, the smile that was plastered across your face...I loved you instantly. So, I decided to try again.

No, I wasn’t around as much as I should’ve been, but I was there on family park days, I tucked you in, I sang you lullabies when you would start screaming bloody murder at 3am, I never missed a beach day. I tried. Your Mother and I bonded, and for just a moment, I thought I’d finally done it. I was with someone who accepted me as I was, flaws and all, I had a great kid that loved me, and I was around enough. Then, your Mother got sick. We didn’t tell you, but she and I knew she wasn’t going to make it. She was diagnosed at stage 4, but she didn’t want you to think about that. She wanted to enjoy as much time with you as she could, without you worrying that it would be your last time with her. Then, when the raid happened...there was no way she was gonna let me try and save her. She just wanted you to be safe. It broke my heart, because she was my best friend. She was the first person to come into my life that tolerated me and made an attempt to understand me. She was also the one who understood you the best. But the look she gave me...she just wanted you safe. You cried so much and I did too, in private. However, I still had you and I was determined to keep you safe, so I decided to train you. Of course I noticed the change in your attitude and the way you would look at me. I knew it wasn’t what you wanted, but I figured it was the best way to keep you safe, so even when I can’t be there to protect you, you can protect yourself.

However, you’re not me, which is something I should be grateful for. I am grateful for that. You were determined to have some sort of normalcy because, unlike me, you’re built for it. Yeah, you’re fucking terrifying when you need to be, I’d like to think you got that from both your Mother and I, but you have a huge heart. I know you’ve been going to see that girl in the coma, and you obviously don’t have to. She’s nothing to you, but you care. You don’t want her to be alone, because even though you play the part well, you’re not a monster. You have Taj and you’d burn the world down for that girl if you even think someone has any intention of hurting her. You fell in love, got your heartbroken in the worst way, yet you’re still trying,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes. “The point of this very long winded statement is, you’re going to be fine. You’re going to figure it out and you’ll have the life you want. The kids, the house, the husband, the fucking dog...you’ll get it. Of course, I want you to keep doing this because you’re the best there is, but I always knew you’d stand your ground one day. I am proud of you, Y/N. Yeah, I’m a hard ass, but I see how hard you work, and I see how hard you love. You’re a better person than I could ever be and you came out better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’re gonna be just fine,” your Father finishes with a soft smile as you wipe your eyes.

You slowly get up and round the isle, and wrap your Father in a tight hug.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he snaps.

“I’m giving my Father a hug, dumbass,” you laugh softly.

“You know I don’t do hugs, Y/N.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that you were nice to your only daughter. Ya know what’s weird? It’s actually normal for Father’s to hug their daughters!”

“Always the fucking smart ass,” he laughs as he wraps his arms around you. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

“Enough to stay?”

“Lets not ruin the moment.”

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he laughs.

The rest of evening is surprisingly pleasant and you two even watch a movie together, and you honestly don’t remember the last time you two did that. By the time you’re home, you’re feeling so much lighter. However, there’s still one issue.

Lloyd.

While you’re than happy to know that you Father believes you’ll have the life of normalcy you want, and basically gave you his blessing, you still don’t want that person to be Lloyd. It can’t be Lloyd. No matter what Taj thinks.

Oxford Princess: I gave Bryan your number, he’s over the moon and is gonna ask you to dinner on Monday. Just a heads up.

Y/N: Can you not be mad at me about this, please?

Oxford Princess: I’m not mad. You know Lloyd better than I do obviously, so if you’re so sure it’s not even a good idea to try, then who am I to question it?

Y/N: Don’t do that. Don’t just brush it off because you don’t like when we disagree.

Oxford Princess: I’m not brushing it off, but you’re so sure that he’s so terrible, and you would know. So if you say no, no it is.

Y/N: Why do you want me to be with him so bad?

Oxford Princess: It’s not like I want you to marry the kid, but he makes you happy when he isn’t pissing you off. You forget, I fucking know you. I’ve seen it all and I remember that asshole who fucked you over. Yeah, Lloyd fucks you stupid which is something you’ve always craved, but he makes you laugh. Really laugh. You smile whenever you see that he’s the one who text you. I already knew when you started fucking him and you stopped, because your whole mood changed. Someone who has this much of an effect on you...it’s at least worth a date.

Y/N: He doesn’t want the same things that I want. Taj. Even if I do look past all the shit about him that pisses me the fuck off, I’m just setting myself up to get hurt. Oxford Princess: Maybe he feels that way, because hes never found anyone else to make him feel differently.

Y/N: Why should I have to be the crash test dummy?

Oxford Princess: That’s a fair point. Like I said, you know him better than me. If you think this is the best plan of action, then stick to it. I just want you to be happy. I love you, babygirl.

Y/N: I love you.

You sigh as you lay back on the sofa, trying to go through all of the conversations you’ve had today, before your phone starts going off. You groan in frustration before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Awh, what’s wrong, Buttercup?” Lloyd laughs as you hear someone in the background getting dressed.

You don’t like the fact that it makes your blood boil. “It’s been a long day, Lloyd. How may I help you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Lloyd, what’s up?”

“I know you said Tuesday, but why not Monday?”

“I might not be able to on Monday.”

“Why? You have a date?” he scoffs, which only pisses you off more.

“Yes, in fact, I do.”

“What?!”

“I have a date, Lloyd.”

“What the fuck?! What do you mean you have a date?”

“What part don’t you comprehend?” you snap, but it’s hurting you that you’ve obviously made him upset.

“I didn’t know you were going on dates, Cupcake.”

“I’m sorry, but don’t I hear someone getting dressed right now?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t mean anything! Sorry Sunshine, but you don’t.”

“Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, okay sure.”

“I’m not, it just took me by surprise. So, what? Is it someone from work?”

“He’s a doctor-”

“A fucking doctor? You can do better than that, Cupcake.”

“Like what? You?”

“Never said that.”

“That’s how you’re acting.”

“I’m not acting like anything.”

“You very clearly have an issue with me going on a date, even though you’re very clearly fucking other women, and now you’re putting him down even though you know nothing about him. I don’t know, seems to me like you’re acting like a winy little brat. As per usual.”

“I don’t give a fuck who or what you do, just don’t come crying to me when the sex is shit.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!” you huff before hanging up.

Why are you mad? Why is he mad? He says it means nothing to him, so what’s the fucking issue? These thoughts and more run through your head, as you decide to it’s time to say goodnight and make your way upstairs.

Another reason you hate yourself for sleeping over at Lloyd’s.

No, it’s not like you two were cuddled up together or anything, but it was nice to not sleep in an empty bed. You’ll never tell him, but you want to fall asleep next to him again. You want to fall asleep next to someone who isn’t completely foreign to you.

This sucks.

When you wake up, you pull the covers over your head, tired of dealing with any and every thing. You have a ton of work you need to get done, but you don’t care. Nothing really matters anymore and you just want to disappear. When you grab your personal phone off your nightstand, you groan in frustration when you see you have a string of texts from Lloyd.

American Psycho: Listen, I’m not mad that you have a date, I’m annoyed because you didn’t tell me. You and I are very clearly fucking each other and it would’ve been nice to have a heads up, Cupcake.

American Psycho: I don’t even know why you want to go on a date with a fucking doctor of all things. You can do so much better.

American Psycho: It’s not like he’s even going to understand you. You can’t ever be honest with him, even if you do fall in love with him. He’s never going to know the real you. He can’t.

American Psycho: You just expect him to understand one day? You think he’s going be forgiving of all of the shit you’ve done? You think he’s going to be understanding?

You groan in frustration before forcing yourself to respond.

Y/N: Good morning to you too. I’m going on dates because I want to be in a fucking relationship, Hansen. I would have given you a heads up, but it happened right before you called me. Just because I’m fucking you, doesn’t mean I need to tell you every little thing. After I leave my Father’s business, I want some normalcy. Sorry if that doesn’t fall in line with the idea of what you want. You know that I was engaged at one point, so I don’t know why me wanting a normal life is such a surprise to you. You said yourself that what we do is just sex, so there’s no reason for you to feel some type of way. Besides, you don’t tell me when you go out and fuck other people.

You sit up and sigh, looking over at your alarm clock. Of course you slept in. You’re ready to get out of bed when your phone you let out a frustrated scream.

You don’t even know why you’re going to answer him.

“Whaaaaaat?” you groan with an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t get all fucking pissy with me.”

“Lloyd, what I decide to do with my personal time is my business, and my business alone.”

“Do you even know anything about him?”

“Why is this bothering you so much?!”

“I’ve already told you: I don’t like sharing my toys.”

“At the end of this month, I’m fucking done. I want a normal life-”

“What’s so great about that?”

“It’s better than this!”

“Bullshit, Cupcake! You’re not meant to be someone’s house pet!”

“Jesus, not you too!”

“You know I’m right, Cupcake!”

“For fucks sake! I like getting flowers! I like being taken on dates! Yes, I obviously love being fucked like a rag doll, but I also love cute and sappy shit! I want to be someones wife! I want to go out and not have a fucking gun on me! I want to go out with Taj and not feel like I’m putting her in danger! I want to not lie to my best friend! I want a normal fucking life, Lloyd! So yes, I will be going on dates, because I eventually want to get married and have kids! I want a fucking family pet! I want a house with a white picket fence that has walls that will be marked up with crayon because my children will be assholes that draw on the walls! Now, unless you want to try out for the position, leave it the fuck alone! Be happy that I let you fuck me at all and be done with it!” you scream before hanging up.

You’re about to get up, when your phone goes off again.

“Lloyd, what part of what I said did you-”

“Um, this isn’t, Lloyd,” a soft voice laughs awkwardly.

“Oh,” you chuckle nervously “I’m guessing you’re Bryan?”

“Guilty,” he laughs softly “So uh...I was wondering if tomorrow night-”

“Yes,” you say impulsively before you can even stop yourself.

“Oh, that was easier than I thought it’d be,” he chuckles. “I can pick you up from your house, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Um, I can get a car service. It’s no big deal,” you laugh nervously.

“Do you like Italian?”

“I love it!”

“I know the perfect spot to take you to. Not to be lame or anything, but they do have a bit of a dress code.”

“I’ll fish out my best dress.”

“I’m sure you look amazing in anything. I have to get back, but I’ll text you the information.”

“Sounds good,” you smile before hanging up.

Fuck Lloyd Hansen.

From that moment on, every time your phone buzzes, you think it’s Lloyd (you want it to be Lloyd), but it isn’t. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re disappointed each time. It’s not like him to go a whole day without talking to you. He’s usually begging for sex or bitching about something mundane and making you laugh.

Why do you miss that so much?

It doesn’t help that he’s glaring daggers at you almost all day the next day. He doesn’t speak to you unless you speak to him first, he very much has an attitude with you, and the mission goes off without a hitch... but that’s only because you’re barely able to reel him back in, and he’s short with everyone.

You’ve cracked him.

“So, Suzanne still thinks something is going on between you and Lloyd,” your Father sighs as you take a seat in front of his desk.

“We barely even spoke to each other today. Tell Suzanne to fuck off.”

“Y/N, just tell me-”

“Nothing is happening, he’s just mad at me,” you scowl.

“What happened?”

“I’m not always nice and we got into an argument. No big deal.”

“An argument about...?”

“You don’t need to know everything about everything.”

“You do understand that fucking him will completely-”

“Can you stop bringing that up? Jesus, we’re not fucking. I have a date tonight anyway so-”

“Oh?”

“It’s a date, we’ll see how it goes.”

“Name?”

“Bryan.”

“Occupation?”

“A doctor.”

“That could be useful.”

“Frank,” you warn.

“Yeah, I get it and I won’t push. Does Lloyd know?”

“Yup.”

“You don’t think that’s the reason he’s upset?”

“It’s not my business. He’s just another job. My last job. We aren’t anything to each other and that’s that.”

“You don’t think he has feelings for you?”

“Lloyd Hansen has feelings for Lloyd Hansen. His needs come before everyone else, he’s spoiled, and that’s just how he functions. If he’s upset about anything, it’s because he wasn’t the first test driver,” you mumble, shifting your gaze to the window. “It’s not like it even matters.”

“Business aside, Y/N, tell me how you feel.”

“Lloyd Hansen is not the man I want to end up with. Yeah, we get along well enough and we have decent conversations, but he’s still an asshole. He’s someone I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with. That being said, he’s not a complete and total bad guy, I feel bad when I do hurt his feelings. He’s a friend and you feel bad when you make a friend upset,” you shrug.

“Is that all it is?”

“That’s all it can be,” you sigh as you avert your gaze to the window.

“I meant what I said that other day, Y/N. I want you to be happy. If you truly want a normal life, I want that for you. Me being up your ass about Lloyd...the boy is a paycheck, but he’s also not worth of your time and attention. Yes, Fitz wants to make sure you’re giving him a fair grade, but the parent part of me...I know Lloyd, because I was Lloyd. He’s going to hurt you and you’ve been through enough.” “All I want to do is get through this and move on in my life,” you sigh as you start to fiddle with your fingers.

“This is my fault and I’m sorry. I truly am sorry, because I’m the one that made all of this difficult.”

“Lets not start pointing fingers, because it’s not going to help anything,” you sigh, finally meeting your Father’s soft gaze. “I just need to sort my shit out. I always need to sort my shit out.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but focus on your date tonight. Have fun.”

“I get another year older and you’re all soft,” you smirk as your Father laughs. “I’ll be alright. This isn’t like last time. I’m just...I’m dealing,” you smile weakly.

“I really am sorry.”

“Just don’t worry about it. We are where we are and I’ll figure it out. One way or another, I always figure it out,” you smile before standing up. “Are we done here?”

“Yup.”

“See you tomorrow,” you smile softly before making your way out.

As you leave the building, you feel Lloyd’s gaze on you and you do your best ti ignore it. However he is or isn’t feeling isn’t your business. You’ve gotta move on.

The entire time you’re getting dressed for your date, you’re hoping and praying for a text and/or call from Lloyd telling you not to go.

Another sign that you’re being the toxic one in all of this.

By the time you’re dressed and ready to go, you have a headache and your stomach is in knots. It’s not even like you’re expecting Bryan to be “the one”, you just want to get Lloyd out of your brain. Yeah, you knew that sleeping with him wasn’t in your best interest from the beginning, but you didn’t think you’d fuck up this bad.

Never listen to Taj again.

“You look amazing,” Bryan scoffs, looking you over with a genuine smile on his face.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile sheepishly, taking a seat and placing your clutch on the table.

You wonder what it’s like to go on a first date and not have a gun hidden in your purse, just in case. Fuck normal people and their false sense of security.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty shocked when Taj said you wanted her to set you up with me,” he laughs softly.

“Yeah, I’m starting on a new chapter in my life and I figured that I should start it off with a date with a good guy.”

“A safe bet?”

“Something like that,” you smile softly.

As the night goes on, the date goes well enough, but you’re bored. It’s not even like you can blame Bryan, because he’s doing his best. In all honesty, you shouldn’t be bored at all, but you miss Lloyd.

God, you hate that.

You just have more in common with him, so the conversations you two have are either filled with dark humor, or very honest. It’s part of the reason you hate having conversations with him. Even with him being a spoiled little shit, you can talk to him for hours about everything and nothing at once. And he makes you laugh. He’s so funny when he wants to be, and can keep you laughing until you can’t breathe.

Plus, you love the way he looks at you when you’re smiling and laughing. Even during sex. He’ll never admit it, and you don’t want him to, but the look in his eyes lets you know that he loves making you laugh and he could listen to it forever. The way he smiles at you...how could you want anything else.

Too bad Lloyd is a piece of shit.

“How’s your pasta?” Bryan asks as you take a sip of wine.

“It’s honestly amazing,” you smile, putting your glass down and picking up your fork. “I can see why you love this place so much.”

“You’re so quiet and it’s making me-”

Before he can finish his statement, a fist collides with his face. You look up to see Lloyd’s angry gaze on you.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” you yell as people come to Bryan’s aide.

“Lets go.”

“Lloyd, YOU CAN’T JUST PUNCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE! YOU CAN’T PUNCH MY FUCKING DATE IN THE FACE!” you scream as he pulls you out of your chair. You’re quick to grab your clutch, but you fight against his hold. “Lloyd-”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs before pulling out his wallet and throwing a bunch of 20 and 50 dollar bills on the table. “Sorry about your face,” he mutters towards Bryan before throwing money at him too. “That should cover any medical expenses. Now, lets go,” he glares at you, before starting to pull him out with you.

You let him drag you half way through a dark alley before you pull yourself free from his grip. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Oh, come off it,” he scoffs, finally turning to meet your gaze. “You were fucking bored, Cupcake!”

“Cupcake?! You’re annoyed with me right now?! I’m sorry, have I ever interrupted any of your nights and punched anyone you’re fucking in the face?!”

“I did you a favor!”

“You did yourself a favor!”

“You weren’t having a good time!”

“How would you know?!”

“I’ve been watching you since you left work, I followed you, and I’ve been watching you the entire time. I know you! You were fucking bored, because he’s boring and annoying, and I did you a fucking favor. What? Were you planning on fucking him tonight?”

“Maybe!”

“We both know he can’t make you feel anywhere near as good as I do when I fuck you! You think he’s gonna make you squirt?”

“Lets not pretend that’s something you discovered,” you scowl.

“Such a fucking bitch!”

“This is stupid, I’m going home,” you mumble as you open your clutch and go to get out of your phone.

Lloyd has you pinned against the wall in a matter of seconds. “Come home with me.”

“Stop it.”

“At the end of the month, all of this is done. Come home with me.”

“We both have to go in, in the morning-”

“I’ll drive you home myself,” he promises as he hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Daddy loves seeing you in dresses, Doll Face,” he groans as he grinds himself against you.

“Lloyd,” you moan.

“Daddy wants to see you in more dresses, Doll Face.”

“Can’t wear dresses to work,” you moan, feeling the knot in your core tighten like it always does for him.

“Weekends, baby. I wanna see you as much as I can before we have to stop.”

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t tell me no. Please don’t tell me no,” he begs pathetically with a whimper.

You look down and meet his soft gaze, biting your bottom lip. He’s never going to tell you that he wants you, only you (and you don’t want him to), but the look he’s giving you says everything.

He’s just as gone for you as you are for him.

“We should stop now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t, because you don’t want to either. Lets just...this will all be over soon.”

“Take me home, Daddy,” you moan, finally giving in.

Lloyd has you twice before deciding he needs a break.

“You want any dates?” he asks as you get comfortable on his bed.

“You would eat dates,” you scowl, your irritation with him still very apparent.

“What’s wrong with dates?!”

“Nothing.”

“I have a feeling that I’m going to be making up for this night for a while.”

“I mean, you punched my date in the fucking face for literally nothing so-”

“You’re acting like you were having the best time!”

“Go get your fucking dates, you pretentious fuck,” you mumble as you avert your gaze to the window.

“I fuck you till you’re stupid, and you’d think that would grant me some fucking mercy.”

“Lloyd, I’ll honestly punch you in throat if you don’t shut the fuck up right now,” you warn; your eyes giving away just how fed up you are with him.

All he does is scowl before walking out of the room. You’re alone with your thoughts for all of three seconds before your phone starts going off. You can’t help but chuckle before answering it.

“Hello?”

“LLOYD PUNCHED BRYAN IN THE FUCKING FACE?!” Taj exclaims as you burst out laughing.

“Stop it, Taj.”

“Um no, what the fuck? Where are you now?”

“Said face punchers’ house,” you groan as you lay back.

“Y/N!”

“I know! Trust me, I know!”

“Honestly, I’m just being told I’m right, right now.”

“Taj!”

“He likes you and you like him.”

“He does not!”

“That’s why he punched your date in the face?”

“I’m going now. I love you, bye!”

“I love you, too, little Miss Magic Pussy.”

“Taji!”

“Bye,” she sings before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Doctor boy snitched on me?” Lloyd laughs as he makes his way back into the bedroom, a glass of wine in hand and you know its for you.

“I mean, you did punch him in the face,” you snap harshly as you take the wine glass from him.

“Jesus, what did you want?! To ride off in the sunset with him?!”

“You don’t need to know!”

“I saved you from a boring date and bad sex. The least you could do is thank me!”

“I’m not going to thank you for being a dick, Lloyd.”

“You’re wearing my bracelet-”

“Only because I’m wearing my Mother’s locket,” you quickly interrupt without thinking.

“So that’s why it means so much to you.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not, I’m just trying to understand you more.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the most complicated person I’ve ever met.”

“I tried to warn you.”

“What can I say? I like to play with fire,” he smirks and you feel yourself becoming desperate for him all over again.

“Lloyd-”

“Shut up,” he scoffs before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

You hate how all consuming his kisses can be, “What do you want from me, Lloyd?” you breathe as you two break apart.

“Just wanna get lost in you for a little while longer, Doll Face.”

“Why?”

“Because it feels good. So fucking good.”

“And when the month is up?”

“Gotta find someone else to get lost in,” he shrugs.

“If we stop-”

“We don’t want to,” he growls.

“This is getting out of hand-”

“I promise to not punch anymore of your dates in the fucking face.”

“This is more than that, Lloyd-”

“No it isn’t.”

“Why do you keep-”

“I’m happy, Y/N,” he moans as he slides two fingers into your soaked cunt. “I’m happy and it’s because of you.”

“So, shouldn’t we-”

“No, because you’re happy too. We have fun and we need that; especially in the line of work we do.”

“Baby, I don’t-”

“It’s just two more weeks,” he pleads as he picks up his pace and your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you moan as you come undone on his fingers.

So, you silently give in. You tell him (and yourself) that it stops after the two weeks are up. It’s just sex and you don’t need him as much as he needs you. Because, at the end of the day, he’s the one that’s always seeking you out. It’ll be easy to say goodbye and that’s just a fact.

So, for the next two weeks you and Lloyd fuck like there’s no tomorrow. He comes to your house (because you refuse to go to his), and mind numbing every time. Almost like he’s making sure you never forget that he’s the only one that’s ever made you feel so amazing. However, they’re days that he comes over and wants nothing.

Those days fuck you up.

He just wants to be in your space. He watches TV while you work, plays with your hair when you’re exhausted and just want to calm down, and orders dinner when you’re putting together plans and lessons. When you ask him why he comes over, he simply says “you annoy me the least out of everyone I know.”

By the time his evaluation arrives, your head is spinning.

“So, what do you think?” Fitzroy asks as you all sit at the main table in the conference room.

You feel your heartbreaking just a bit, but mask it well as you take a deep breath. “Lloyd Hansen is ready for the CIA,” you smile. “You’ll more than likely bump heads with him from time to time, but he’s come a long way from when you first brought him to me. He’s pulled back on his methods of torture, you’ll never find anyone more dedicated, and he’s damn good on the field. He’s calm when shit goes sideways and he’s always prepared with a backup plan. Yeah, he’s still working on the whole authority thing, but he listens well for the most part. Fitz, you have a new whipping boy,” you smile sarcastically and Fitzroy responds with the same smile.

“So, what do ya say, Son? Ready to join the CIA?”

How you’re not prepared for what comes next is beyond you. It’s Lloyd. Nothing can ever go as planned, because he’s an asshole.

“No,” Lloyd responds cool, shit eating grin painted across his face.

“No?!” your Father yells as you choke on your spit.

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it a lot these last few weeks, and I just don’t want it anymore,” he shrugs.

You look over at Carmichael, who is doing his best to hide his laughter, and shrug at him. All he does in response is shake his head.

“Son, do you know how much time and energy we’ve put into you?” Fitzroy questions, sitting up and leaning in, his anger very much showing on his face.

“No one told you to do that.”

“Lloyd-” you start.

“No, I don’t want to join the CIA anymore. However, I do want to stay here, under the watchful eye of Y/N.”

“Come again?” you question, still confused as to what the fuck is actually going on.

“What part didn’t you comprehend, Doll Face?”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Fitzroy yells.

“Watch it,” your Father warns.

“Can everyone shut the fuck up for 5 seconds?!” you question, your brain going into overdrive. “Lloyd, today is my last day. After this, I’m done.”

“Then I guess I’m a free agent.”

“Now, just hold on-” your Father starts.

“No, the deal is that I work under Y/N, or I walk. So, what do ya say, Doll Face?” Lloyd smirks at you.

With everyone’s eyes on you, you know you have to make a decision and fast. Lloyd or a normal life? Work or stability? Happiness or frustration?

One thing’s for sure; with Lloyd in the picture, nothing is ever going to be the same again.

~~

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pacbo prompt time! Pac wants to take tubbo somewhere fancy because tubbo deserves it but tubbo keeps avoiding him because hes kinda nervous because he's never really been anywhere fancy before. or something like this :>

okay it's less pacbo more just tubbo and richas bickering but i thought it was family eqsue so :)

Tubbo wasn’t hiding. Not at all. That would be ridiculous. He was simply purposefully avoiding Pac by ducking into different buildings and not responding when he called. That wasn't hiding.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of hands. 

He looked up to see Richas, frowning down at him. 

“Sorry what?” 

“Why are you hiding?” he signed again. 

“I'm not hiding,” he sniped. “I am simply avoiding your father. No big deal.” 

Richas's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Why are you avoiding him? He's been blabbing all morning about how excited he is for your date.” 

Tubbo perked up against his will. “He is?” 

The young boy rolled his eyes. “Of course he is, mala.” 

Tubbo squinted at him. “I don't know exactly what that means but I don't like your tone.” 

“What tone?” Richas signed with a neutral expression. “I'm signing, there's no verbal tone.” 

“I hate you,” Tubbo said with no heat to his voice. 

“Cool,” Richas signed. “Can you stop hiding long enough to go on a date with my dad? I'm afraid he'll be depressed if you don't.” 

Tubbo groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Do I have to?” 

Richas slapped him across the face. “Yes,” he said in a crackling voice. 

Tubbo groaned again and crawled out from behind the rock he had been hiding behind. He glared at Richas when he got out. 

Within an instant Pac teleported beside them. 

“Tubbo! Richarylson told me he found you.” 

“Traitor,” Tubbo hissed before taking a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. I'm ready to go.” He gave Pac a hesitant smile. “Just go easy on me yeah? I'm not exactly new to these date things but they aren't my specialty or anything.” 

Pac grinned so widely at him. So open and trusting. “I'll treat you to the works. Don't worry, nenê. I got you.” 

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Caleb: come for the accent, stay for the existential crisis

[secondbeatsongs]

the spirit is willing (I really should just chill out for half a second before making purchasing decisions) but the flesh (god I love sharks so much) is so (the Sharknado remaster was only released on blu-ray in germany! america only got the dvd release, which is criminal, but the internet exists and so you can just buy things from germany now, and-) so weak