#mafia!lloyd hansen

[flordeamatista]

THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept:  Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

masterlist

A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point. 

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.  

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes. 

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted. 

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts. 

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more. 

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too." 

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure. 

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try." 

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance. 

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.” 

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you. 

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop. 

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward. 

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors. 

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure. 

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive. 

“Open her up for me, Nick” 

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd. 

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along. 

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you. 

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body. 

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

 Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

[kthynes]

husband for hire masterlist

Let’s fuck around and play pretend.

Mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader

series warnings: NSFW 18+ / minors DNI. Themes of violence, weapon use, blood, course language. Smut (*); alcohol consumption, slight drug use. Illegal activity and mentions of organized crime. Assassinations. Fake marriage/relationship trope.

More specific warnings included in each part. Please heed them accordingly — you are responsible for your consumption.

asks can be found under the #series: husband for hire tag!

part 1

part 2

part 3

one shot gang

confined

green eyed goddess

code red

jingle balls

old wives tale

all bark no bite

practice makes perfect

the hearts dilemma > to your hearts content

talk of the town

in the presence of love

[buckysteveloki-me]

What do you think!?

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Only You ||

Description: Lloyd really doesn't get why you bother your already much pretty self with plucking your eyebrows when it hurts you as it does.

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Lloyd Hansen | You.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Lloyd Hansen. 

Warning(s): None of the explicit sort, age gap, mild consensual groping. 

Note: Just a cute little thing I thought of while doing my eyebrows haha. English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

A silent snicker pushed it's way past your lips as you shook your head at the figure pacing back in forth in front of you stressfully before halting a moment to glance at you, his tongue clicking and mouth releasing a frustrated grunt at the sight of the hair you had just plucked out along an unintentional whine. 

"Seriously, just-" his feet directed themselves towards your body that was perched up against a recliner placed in the balcony only to freeze in their place at what came next. 

"Lloyd Hansen, you would not dare" you warned in a decisive tone, flickering your eyes up and away from the small mirror held in one of your hands before turning your attention back to the overgrown hairs of your eyebrows that you liked on the non-existent side. 

"But- ugh" his big hands ran over his handsome face in frustration. It was entertaining for you to see him, such a respected and most commonly, feared Mafia boss struggling to put his foot down in front of you, not getting his way no matter how bad he wanted it, and being completely at the mercy of your choice. 

That was the one thing Lloyd absolutely treasured about the relationship you two had. 

How you were you. Not somebody below him that was too scared to say no or obect.

The choice you enjoyed in this dynamic yet stayed. Because you were his. 

His pretty baby. 

There with him only because you wanted to be.

Because you chose him. 

Because you wanted him. 

And not because you had no other choice, lacked better options or had some agenda.

Or because you cared for the riches and luxuries that he had to offer his special one.

Lloyd didn't mind using the fear or power he possessed against others. He never had. But with you, the man knew he wouldn't want it any other way. Ever since the first time he'd seen you at one of his bars stressfully flipping through the pages of a thick file you had had laid out in front of you. 

"You are gorgeous, yes. You are beautiful, baby. And I would love you all the same with all the hair in the world!" Not wanting to displease you by violating the warning you'd given him, he remained in his spot steps away from you, leaning against the railings of the balcony and patiently waiting for your approval to be allowed closer proximity.

Deep down, he loved the balance you brought to his otherwise supreme power, in the nation and wide.  

"I know, Lloyd. And I appreicate that." You spoke through the bite you had on your bottom lip, carefully shaping your eyebrow just how you liked it. 

"Then, fuck-" the older grunted again, letting out an exasperated sigh, the sight of you in any sort of pain the worst kind of torture to him. "Why are you doing this, then? Can you see just how red your skin turns when you do that? And how you wince?"

"Because I like it, babe!" You rolled your eyes. "Why, you don't want me to do things that make me happy or make me feel pretty?" Your eyes rolled at how silly he was acting.

A complete contradiction of how he was with everyone else. 

It made your heart swell with love. 

Nobody knew him like you did. 

They could never have him like you did. 

Just how no one could ever have you like he did. 

Shaking his head at your little guilt tripping tactic -as if you or anyone could ever play with his mind-, Lloyd picked up the whiskey filled glass he'd place on the railing, taking a sip. "Why can't you just use one of those tiny razor thingies like the other girls?" Your hand halted mid-air as your eyes moved back up to meet his, the eyebrow you'd perfected raising in amusement. 

"And what business do you have knowing about those razors when I have never used any?" His ocean blue eyes rolled at the teasing tone you used, heart absolutely adoring the tiny playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"Very funny." Nodding along to your silent giggles in annoyance, the man couldn't help the small smile forcing it's way on his own lips as he took another sip to hide the expression. "Done yet? Or are there more?" As your giggles got louder, Lloyd averted his eyes from you and towards the huge garden of his mansion that one could see from where he was standing to hide the smile that was widening. "No, no, let it out. Let it all out" placing the mirror and tweezers away on the table besides you, you laughed harder. 

"Only if you let me~" you suggestively winked in the way you knew made him cringe, mouthing him a kiss as you opened your arms and legs, making grabby hands to signal him to come closer. 

"Finally" Lloyd grunted, almost throwing away the glass and nearly flying his way between your limbs before encasing you in his bigger and stronger arms and lifting your smaller body up. "Fuck. Can't even do what I please to my own girl in my own house." Kissing your face all over, the grumpy man tsked as his hands groped and caressed your body all over. 

He absolutely loved how you felt against his body. In his arms. On his lips. Between his fingers.

"Who is stopping you?" Your whisper ran a tickle down his spine as you hugged his lips with yours, slowly running the tip of your tongue over the plush cushions, a snicker escaping you when his moustache tickled your skin. 

The silent consent in your eyes gave him the go-ahead that he needed to start marching towards the bed you two shared with you in his arms, the only noises in the otherwise quiet room being your giggles and sloppy kissing sounds before more passinate ones followed soon after. 

[holylulusworld]

Barnes vs Barnes (11) - Five

Summary: The unavoidable happened. What will Bucky do now?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Ex-Wife Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Steve Rogers, Nick Fowler, Jake Jensen, Mace Brown

Warnings: angst, mentions of past cheating, Lloyd being Lloyd, threats, mentions of divorce/separation, mentions of character’s death, delusional Nick, strong reader, protective Steve

Barnes vs Barnes masterlist

<< Part 10

“If no one wants to talk about the elephant in the room, I’ll take the lead,” Jake startles you when he places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, this will be hard for you. Are you sure you want to stay?”

“This is my life,” you say, holding Bucky’s gaze. “I played by someone else’s rules all my life. If Fowler is after all of us, I need to know why.”

“We should find out where Natasha is hiding,” Steve throws in. “Maybe she can be useful. We could use her against Fowler.”

“Well,” Lloyd chuckles, “about that…she’s gone.”

“Gone?” you question. “What do you mean, Lloyd? Did she leave town already?"

“I think he killed her,” Bucky grunts. “Right? You wanted to play the hero for my wife and killed Natasha!”

“Someone had to do it, Barnes. All of you didn’t have the balls to put your hands on that bitch. She wanted to kill Y/N. I only protected my sugar plum.”

Your voice trembles as you say, “You killed her?” It’s not a secret that you hated Natasha Romanoff with passion, but you feel guilt grip your heart. Lloyd killed her for you. 

“Fowler won’t like that you destroyed his toy,” Jake rolls his eyes. “Seriously. We talked about impulse control, Lloyd. You can’t run around town and kill people!”

“I didn’t run around town to kill random people. I prepared a trap for that bitch, and she walked right into it. She believed I want to help her kill Y/N,” Lloyd shrugs as everyone in the room looks at him. “Fowler won’t know it was one of us. Now, shut up, and let’s get back to business.”

“Right,” Jake glances at you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“I don’t know…” you admit. “I’m glad she’s gone but feel guilty at the same time. I need to process the new information first. But…uh…thank you, Lloyd. I know you meant well.”

“Anytime, sugar plum,” Llyod winks at you. “If we could all focus on the problem at hand. We need to take Fowler down. I don’t care if he’s Barnes’s brother or not. He must fall.”

“Agreed,” Steve hates to admit it, but Nick is a threat to you. “I don’t know about his endgame. We can’t sit around and wait for Fowler to attack us.”

Bucky sighs deeply. He drops his eyes to the wedding band around his finger, as he considers Lloyd’s suggestion. “He’s still my brother.”

“He wouldn’t hesitate to kill you, Bucky. You know that. He was the one messing with your marriage,” Steve points at Jake. “Let him show you what he did!”

“He fucked Natasha too, didn’t he?” you ask. “That’s what you are trying to hide from me. Steve, be honest with me.”

“That bastard dicked her down like there’s no tomorrow,” Lloyd huffs. “She faked it though. I bet he didn’t feed her kitty well.”

“Lloyd!” Jake exclaims loudly. “Dude, Y/N is right here. Watch your tongue.”

“O got a very talented tongue, and you’d love to feel it on…” Lloyd trails off. He huffs and shakes his head. “Anyways. What I wanted to say is that Fowler and Romanoff worked together. Before I got rid of her slutty ass, she admitted that Fowler asked her to mess with Barnes back then too.”

“What?” Bucky feels his heart break all over again. “She seduced me because of Nick. He wanted her to do so. But…why?”

Lloyd scrunches up his nose. “That’s the million-dollar question, Barnes. It seems our sweet sugar plum seems to be his endgame.” He points out, glaring at Steve. “He’s all over her, Rogers. I think this has less to do with Barnes and more to do with Y/N.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Nick wants to hurt me. He’s after me because of me,” Bucky grunts. “He was always jealous of me. Nick wants what I have.”

“Had,” you correct. “Even if Natasha only seduced you because of Nick, you still had sex with her, Bucky. Nothing will change your part in this game.”

“Back to business,” Lloyd slams his fist onto the table, making you jump. “While you tried to play footsy with Y/N,” he points at Steve, “Jake and I made sure this place is safe. It’s a fortress.”

“Nick must fall." Bucky admits. He shakes his head, asking himself once more if he could have done anything to save his brother. “It can’t be helped. I tried so often to…never mind.”

“Y/N is the key,” Jake says. “I don’t know why, but he’s obsessed with her. All his outgoing calls have one thing in common. He told everyone to get hold of her.”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Steve jumps up from his seat to tower over Jake. "We won't use Y/N as bait. NEVER!”

“AGREED!” Bucky exclaims loudly. “I will go to him and kill him. End of story. He’s my brother. I got her into this mess. I’ll make sure Y/N is safe from now on.”

“No,” you clear your throat. “Nick is after me for a reason. I don’t know his reasons, but we will find out before we kill him. Maybe if I talk to him, he’ll give up.”

“Doll, I love you but that’s the stupidest thing you ever said,” Bucky tuts. “I know I have no right to tell you what to do…”

“Damn right,” you grunt and slam your fist onto the table. “You’ve got no right to tell me what to do, Bucky! Not after what you did to us! You ruined our marriage for that bitch again. Now he tries to get his hands on me, and I have no clue why. He wanted Natasha to seduce you. Twice. It was a goddamn trap to destroy our relationship.”

“We should all calm down,” Steve tries to calm you. “Y/N, I agree with Bucky on this. I won’t risk your life.”

“This is a stupid idea, Y/N,” you roll your eyes as Jake talks to you. He gave you an earpiece and a transponder. Lloyd gave you a gun. Nothing like good friends.

Now Jake is muttering in your ear, telling you to come back and forget about your plan to talk to Nick.

“Listen, we need to find out what the fuck is going on. Nick Fowler ruined my relationship with Bucky twice. I want him to pay for it.”

“Rogers is about to kill us all. Don’t get yourself killed or he will go rampage,” Jake whispers now. “And we don’t want to talk about Barnes.”

“I’ve got this, Jakie. You know me,” you whisper as Nick approaches your table. "He’s here now. Just listen. I’ll be safe.”

You try to keep a straight face. This was your idea. If you want answers, you need to meet the enemy. “I was pleased to hear you wanted to talk to me,” Nick, ever the charmer, purrs as he takes your hand to kiss it. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone again.”

“I want answers,” you quip. “Whatever is going on between you and your brother, keep me out of this. But I want to know why you ruined my relationship. I deserve that much.”

He grips your hand, sighing deeply. “Sweets, I had hoped you want to meet up with me.”

“Sweets…” you frown deeply. You remember that nickname. When you first met Bucky he called you that. “What do you want from me? You don’t even know me.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip. “Don’t you remember? I met you first, sweets. We talked for hours, and then I had to leave. You fell in love with me, not Bucky.”

“I-I,” you shake your head. “We didn’t talk for hours, Nick. It was like five minutes. You ran into me, and we talked for a moment.”

“No-no…we talked for much longer,” he grips your hand even tighter, making you wince. “You must believe me.”

“We were just kids, Nick. Christ. I barely remember what we were talking about,” you sniff. "I didn’t fall in love with Bucky that day, or the day after. It took me months to talk to him again. Back then I had a huge crush on Steve, my best friend since childhood. Whatever you believed happened back then wasn’t real.” 

“You fell in love with him because of me,” Nick insists. He tries to make you see that you should be in love with him, not his brother. “You should have become my wife.”

“No, she shouldn’t,” Steve presses a gun into Nick’s side. “I will tell you this only once. Let go of her. Y/N doesn’t want to be with you. She’s not yours, and never will be.”

“She will,” Nick grunts, but releases your hand, “be mine. Wait and see.”

Steve would love to kill Nick right here, in the middle of the café. But he won’t risk killing innocent bystanders or putting you in danger. “Soon this will end…”

You step away from Nick, nodding at Steve as you feel another presence behind you. “Let’s go, sugar plum. Your hero has arrived,” Lloyd smirks at Nick. “Oh, and Rogers tagged along…”

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[biteofcherry]

Wild Wednesday Ask!! Fave positions of your alphas and mafia guys. And also of their readers! 😎 Do they like the same or different ones?

Whoa. All Alphas and Mafia men? And their girls? That's quite a lot of... positioning 😂

i'm gonna do all the guys, but not their readers since the concept of Reader is to identify with them (at least partially). So anyone can think of their own favorite position in regards to particular man 😊

under the cut for obvious reasons

Mafia Ari is very sensual and affectionate, he loves having you in his lap. He'll let you ride him slowly while his hands roam all over your body, or hold you tightly while he fucks into you as hard as he wants. Ari truly enjoys how low you sink down on him, how you cling to him and make noises with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

Mafia Steve loves seeing your face, so he goes for any position that allows him to watch your eyes gloss over and the grimaces you make as he fucks you. Missionary is actually his favorite - he gets to pin you down, pound you deep and hold your gaze as you fall apart for him.

Dark!Mafia Steve will take you anyway he wants to, but most of the time you end up with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hand around your throat, the other tormenting you - holding a blade to your skin, or a gun that's still hot after shooting (or sometimes simply pinching your nipples, or rubbing your clit, or giving you a smack).

Mafia duo Bucky&Steve prefer you bent over. Either one is taking your mouth while the other is fucking you from behind, or you're bent over one's knees getting spanked or teased, while the other uses your mouth.

Alpha Steve, as much as he loves seeing you present for him, most of all loves having you displayed for him on your back. He cherishes the connection you have then and honestly gets a kick out of tackling you down (whether it's in bed, or he's tossing you onto the kitchen table) and spreading your legs himself when you're being a brat.

Alpha Ari is obsessed with prone bone. For one, it calls to his primal instincts, letting him pin you down and fully dominate you. Secondly, because you come the hardest when he takes you like that. It's a perfect angle for his cock to absolutely destroy your g-spot and also drive right up to your cervix. And you feel so much tighter, too.

I will also mention Alpha Lloyd, because some of you have became his fans 😂 Lloyd is all about doggy. You presenting for him and begging for his dick, then the fact you're staying in submissive pose and he gets to see your ass bounce with each slap.

[jobean12-blog]

Boyfriend

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader, Lloyd Hansen x reader (Mafia AU)

Word Count: 1,222

Summary: You’re at the club with Ari while he’s taking care of some business and you get an unexpected visitor. 

Author’s Note: So I’ve been listening to Dove Cameron’s song ‘Boyfriend’ a lot lately and this idea sort of just formed in my mind. I’ve used the lyrics for some of the dialogue and the mood of the song as well. Listen here. Thank you to my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for letting me yell my thots are her for this and helping me formulate a more solid plan. I may do more for these two because we talked about something else that I would like to include. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thanks so much🥰

PS Here is PART 2 for this story- either can be read alone but just in case: Angel and Demons

Warnings: softness and fluff mixed in with teasing and tension and talk of violence, gun usage and, implied smut sort of (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

You’re snuggled against Ari’s chest, his arm securely wrapped around you and his hand resting along your bare thigh, caressing the soft skin as your fingers mindlessly comb through the hair that peeks out from the open buttons of his shirt.

Safe and comfortable in his lap you nuzzle his neck while he talks business with two men whose names you’ve already forgotten.

He shifts and pulls you closer, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your face to his.

“I have to close this deal angel. I’ll be as quick as I can,” he promises.

You pout playfully and wrap your arms around his neck, closing the distance and kissing his lips. His large hand cradles your cheek and he lifts you up so you’re straddling his lap. With a good squeeze to your ass, he pulls away, resting his forehead to yours.

“Behave,” he warns with a wink.

“Of course,” you purr and kiss him again before he stands, his lingering glance the last thing you see as he disappears onto the crowded dance floor.

You brush your fingers over your still tingling lips and smile to yourself while you pull out your phone. You’re lost in thought as you scroll through your social media and it isn’t until the man in front of you speaks that you realize you have a visitor.

“I can’t believe we’re finally alone,” he croons, raising his brows. “And to think I almost left.”

You look up with a start, narrowing your eyes as you look him over.

“Lloyd,” he states when he holds out his hand.

You stare at him then drop your eyes to his hand. Tentatively you reach out and he grasps your fingers, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing them softly. Your breath hitches and you quickly tug your hand away.

“What’s the matter sunshine? Don’t want to tell me your name?”

“I’m not sure yet,” you say, your tone snarky.

“That’s ok,” he answers with a wink. “I already know it.”

Lloyd smirks when he sees your eyes widen, his own dropping to the short hem of your dress and all the exposed skin of your legs.

“What are the chances that he’s not with you,” Lloyd ponders. “I can’t believe he just left you to sit here alone.”

His eyes shamelessly travel up your legs and over your cleavage, darkening before they settle on your face.

Your mouth hangs open, the boldness in his words and actions rendering you speechless for a moment. Clearly he doesn’t know who Ari is.

“I’m not alone,” you scoff when you regain composure. “In fact, I’m…”

“Listen sunshine,” Lloyd murmurs, waving you off and leaning forward. “I’m going to cut right to the chase.”

This time you cut him off.

“You listen…Lloyd? Was it? Don’t bother. I’m not interested,” you state. “I’m waiting for someone.”

You shoot him a warning glare and lift your chin as your arms cross over your chest. His eyes instantly drop back to your breasts and he licks his lips.

“Let me at least give you some advice,” Lloyd croons.

“First of all,…stop calling me sunshine. Second, you’re going to keep talking whether I want to hear it or not so…”

“Ooh, I like your sass sunshine. I bet that pretty mouth can do a lot more than talk back.”

His fingers smooth over his mustache and he spreads his legs open wide as he sits back, casually throwing his arm over the seat of the booth.

“You should,” he starts, ignoring the way your eyebrows are drawn together in anger, “come home with me.”

“I can’t believe you think that you can just…” you start to grit out.

You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s talking again.

“Just leave with me tonight and I promise you won’t regret it princess. I can give you everything you want and more,” he murmurs. “And I can do it all better than him.”  

You’re about to tell him to fuck off but movement on the dance floor catches your eye and you watch the crowd part as Ari walks back to you. Your lips turn up into a smug smile, one that has Lloyd looking over his shoulder.

“Better than who?” Ari says, sliding into the seat next to you and lifting you back into his lap.

To Lloyd’s credit he doesn’t bat an eyelash, his demeanor remaining cool even as he addresses Ari.

“You, Levinson,” Lloyd laughs. “Better than you.”

Your hand slips inside Ari’s shirt and you toy with the chain of his necklace, his warm skin calming your nerves.

“Enlighten me Lloyd. What exactly can you do better?”

Ari cocks his head and waits, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress to tease your skin in slow circles.

“Everything,” Lloyd replies, setting his gaze on you once again. “And that’s a promise princess.”

You glare at Lloyd and unable to contain your obvious displeasure, lean forward and press your palms into the table.

“I guess I have to repeat myself…like I said before, I’m not interested Lloyd.”  

You punctuate each word, holding up your finger when Lloyd opens his mouth with a retort.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you sneer.

You curl yourself back around Ari and rest your head on his broad shoulder.

Lloyd’s grin only grows, his eyes hungry as they drink you in. “Ballsy. I like it.”

He lifts his gaze to Ari, the look in his eyes challenging. “I can see why you keep her around Levinson. Gorgeous and feisty. Bet she’s a ton of fun to tame.”

You feel Ari’s entire body tense, his muscles taut with his barely restrained control and when Lloyd’s eyes drift back to you and he adjusts himself in his pants, Ari snaps. Without warning Ari has you out of his lap and has his gun pointed in Lloyd’s face.

Lloyd’s hands lift up in surrender, the action mocking and Ari cocks the gun, his thick finger pressing lightly on the trigger.

“If I ever lay eyes on you and your trash Stache again Lloyd, it’s going to be when I’m burying you in the ground. Understand?”

Ari stares at Lloyd before he lowers the gun, his hand closing around yours as he leads you out of the booth.

Lloyd’s next words make Ari go still.

“Not if I bury you first Levinson. Did you forget? I can kill anybody.” Lloyd simpers. “Then…she’s mine.”

Ari gives your hand a soft squeeze before he takes a step into Lloyd’s space, crowding him against the booth. Ari leans down, his face only inches from Lloyd’s as he moves swiftly and wraps his hand around Lloyd’s neck.

Ari squeezes and Lloyd makes a choking sound but his smile never falters.

“Stay. Away. From. My. Wife,” Ari warns.

Ari releases him, a low growl rumbling through his chest before he slides his arm around your waist and tucks you into his side.

“Let’s go home angel,” Ari whispers before kissing the corner of your mouth.

Your arms wrap around Ari and you breathe him in, sparing Lloyd one last warning glance as you walk away.

Lloyd inhales, rubbing his neck as his lips turn up into a triumphant smirk and he breathes, only loud enough for you to hear, “until next time, sunshine.”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza​ @dreamlessinparis​ @goldylions​ @hiddles-rose​ @jhangelface0523​ @loki-laufeyson-1054​ @lookiamtrying​ @loricamebackyetagain​ @randomfandompenguin​ @rebel-stardust​ @seitmai​ @patzammit​ @suchababie​ @justile​ @breakablebarnes​ @weekendgothgirl​

[georgiapeach30513]

A Losing Hand Masterlist

Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25 ⭐COMPLETED⭐

Meet the Families Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, Clubs

Drabbles Lady Luck♠️

A/N: this is a dark fic. There is dark sexual themes including dub con/non con. There will be themes of cannibalism, death, mafia, manipulations, lies, etc. you are the one that is responsible for the content you consume. These chapters do take a minute to fully plan and write, so it might not get updated often.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

[imnotagaslighter]

Chapter One: Sly as a Snake

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Tread carefully this will be a dark!fic Please DNI if you're not 18 or older

Blood, Graphic, Minor Character Deaths, Age Gap, Lloyd Hansen being creepy, Hints of Grooming (?)

I was going to do a cute little preview but I just thought why not just post a whole chapter as a preview!! I hope you guys enjoy ;).

It didn’t take long for the gala-themed party to be halted but that’s because who wouldn’t want to? A party that held all of the families under one luxurious, (and in your opinion very flamboyant) mansion. It wasn’t until a very loud breach from the main entrance took your attention away from the attendees in front of you.

You and maybe the rest of the families at the party stood in confusion and shock as men in tactical gear rushed through the main banquet hall firing automatic weapons into the air and at random important heads of different gang families. That’s when screams and weapons began to go toe to toe on who could be the loudest. It didn’t make it any better that you had lost your brother and parents within the crowds that were moving in different directions trying to dodge the bullets.

Your heart was slightly racing as you felt yourself being pushed by the various people trying to run out of the hall and hopefully find an exit, but your mind had other ideas. Moving towards the wall you’d slip into a room before closing the door behind yourself and slouching down onto the opposite wall of the door. Your hands were shaking as you tried to regain your composure, it didn’t make it any better that you were wearing a floor-length dress accompanied by heels that were not ideal for running.

Another round of shots rang out into the air before holes started to appear on the wall and you’d quickly roll onto the stomach hoping none of the shots were aimed toward the floor. Knowing you’d have to think (and move) quickly you began to untie the laced-up heels and kick them off before looking around, you were in the preparation kitchen so it wouldn’t be hard to find something to cut the dress. Your right hand instinctively reached up to your inner right thigh to find your gun still holstered there and you pulled it out. Sliding the mag out of the barrel you saw the clip was full and of course, you didn’t bring an extra clip because you just wouldn’t think someone would have it out for the families so bad to the point where they’d target all of the families under one roof. Which you couldn’t help to admit was smart but very ballsy and you couldn’t help to figure out who was the mind behind all of this terror.

Finding a chef’s knife you held it just above the knee of your dress and you’d hesitate, hating the fact that you’d have to ruin such a beautiful (and rather expensive) dress but you had to get out and find your parents. You’d attempt to cut through the fabric and it was louder than usual meaning outside was quiet and you’d stop quickly to listen.

“I heard something in the kitchen. You three go in there and see what it is” You heard an oddly familiar voice before you looked around for a place to exit and the only thing you could think of was the dumbwaiter on the other side of the room. You knew you couldn’t make it over there in time so you’d finish ripping the dress apart grab the knife and scurry across the floor toward an empty shelf and you’d bring your knees to your chest and turn the safety to your gun off.

Three men in tactical gear breached through the door and looked around slowly as they proceeded further into the room picked up the fabric of the dress and saw the heels.

“Boss, someone was in here and ditched their clothes.” One of them yelled back before looking around the room. You were praying that they couldn’t see your legs but you knew sooner or later you would have to make a move.

‘Well, Fucking find the naked bitch before I have to come in there and do the job myself!’ You heard the ever-familiar voice shout back.

“Come on, she couldn’t have gotten far in here, there’s no exit.” One of the soldiers said as he turned around and closed the door to check if there was a body behind them. You knew if you used your gun it would draw more attention to yourself and you didn’t have enough bullets to fight the whole army that was outside of the kitchen so you knew whatever move you’d make would have to be with the knife that was thankfully still in your hand.

Moving from out of the shelf you’d tiptoe over to the guard that was near the door and you’d slam the knife down into his neck and cover his mouth so he wouldn’t make noise to alert the other two in the kitchen with you, you were lucky the industrial and professional kitchen was set up in aisles so they couldn’t see your body unless they walked around. 

The soldier struggled, voice gurgling under your hand as you strained to move the man to his knees so that when he toppled over it wouldn’t be as hard, and he finally gave out, his body went limp as you pulled the knife out, blood squirting on your face before moving to the other two. As long as you could get to them before they circled back to the door it would be okay in a sense.

Your feet move behind each other in a cat-like motion and you see the second assailant checking under shelves and the third one is moving pots and pans around making enough noise for you to make your play. You take that opportunity to run up to him and proceed to shank him around 7 times, groans leaving his mouth before he falls back blood pooling around him and soaking your feet. You’d feel the cold wet sensation and would mentally roll your eyes at the situation before throwing your knife at the last person’s head and he’d topple over. Hearing the kitchen still, you’d hear the conversation going on outside between the familiar voice and you’d move over to the door and listen in.

‘Jesus fucking Christ! What’s taking these doofuses so long to find the whore?’ The man would ask impatiently as you’d hear the chamber of the unknown person’s gun slide back and you’d move towards one of the ARs the dead person had and you’d take the mags that came with it and move into the bellhopper. You slid the door up, slipping into the tight box and your arm reached out to hit the up button, and almost as soon as you closed the sliding door for the bell hopper you heard the door to the kitchen being kicked open.

‘What the fuck?! You know what?’ The person would chuckle ever so slightly before you heard his echoing footsteps approach the bell hopper which made you nervous because if it was still moving by the time he opened the door he’d know you were in there.

‘I gotcha you little bitch’

-

2 Months Prior

‘You know it wouldn’t be all that bad if you would just put your pride aside and just go on the date Your twin brother would say as your hazel eyes glared across the longer dinner table where you’d be eating breakfast.

There wasn’t much to this schedule it was something new where your mother would accompany you and your brother at breakfast. She sat near the head silently chuckling at the banter the two of you always managed to find yourselves in while she was eating a crepe with a bowl of fresh fruit from her garden.

‘Y’know what, Kaleb? If you want me to meet this man so bad..’ You had emphasized before grabbing your napkin and placing it in your lap. ‘How about you take my place and go on the date with him’ You’d offer the new opportunity and Kaleb looked at you with a rather contorted face before your mother’s laugh was a little more noticeable and Kaleb’s head snapped in her direction before you continued with your pancakes.

‘Oh so the first time in ages that our mother comes down here and one of the first things she does is patronize me because I’m trying to help my sister secure a husband since she’d freshly out of finishing school’ Kaleb would say before you’d shake your head in protest.

‘Kaleb, I simply don’t want a husband for now, and until father says anything about it I don’t think it is necessary as of now.’

‘But, Y/N you have men from families all over practically throwing their sons at your feet every gala we attend. Don’t you think you’re being a little pretentious?’ Kaleb would ask as you gave him a deadpan look. We sat in a very lavish dining room of a 10-bedroom mansion near the oceanside, our father was the head of a great mob family and he thought you were only being a little pretentious was a stretch.

‘Look at how we were raised, Kaleb then ask yourself why I’m being a little pretentious’ 

A soft clearing of a throat had brought your attention to the entrance of the doorway and you’d see your father, donning something other than a suit. He was wearing grey slacks and a white button-down.

‘Isn’t it nice to see my family down here eating together?’ your father would ask before reaching down to kiss your forehead and walking around to grab Kaleb’s shoulders.

‘I suppose it is Dad, which means you have something you need to tell us.’ You’d say eyeing the man and he could only chuckle.

‘Well you are my daughter and there’s no denying that, but nothing too much out of the ordinary. The Solos will be accompanying us to dinner this evening though. Jacoby and I have some business to discuss so I trust you three will be more than entertaining to our guests’ Your father, Issac Beckett would say and you would purse your lips together acknowledging that that was the conversation he was meaning to have. It was rare that your family held company though but it was understandable as to why.

Within the past 4 months, you’ve attended 7 funerals, each one of them had Beckett as their last name, you weren’t sure if the family was being targeted by an outsider but whoever it was was indeed trying to get within the immediate family. It hasn’t been easy for them though because your father’s long-time friend and right-hand man, Lysander Reed, and Luitenant Lloyd Hansen have kept the mansion and its grounds secure. Of course, with someone like Issac Beckett, there would be a lot of enemies made and that’s why he has allies like the Solo family. They still weren’t able to pinpoint a motive or who could be the mastermind behind all of these family murders but since the third one, your father had pulled you from your etiquette academy to ensure your safety and made sure all of the immediate family was under one roof which you guessed wasn’t so bad.

Your mother, Ceanna (pronounced Sienna) was more than ecstatic to see her children under one roof again. Your brother, Kaleb had left off to finish his studies to one day prepare to take over the reigns of the family’s name. But you, you were a different case, a special case.

You’ve protested for years to be more than someone’s wife and bearer of fruitful children. To be more than someone’s arm candy and despite your parent’s disapproval you were enrolled into multiple academies to broaden your skillset, being taught by Lysander how to fight, handle a gun, and be able to hold yourself to those bigger than you, and you proved them to be more than proficient - A prodigy Lloyd would say as he’d spar with you on occasion. Once you felt you were proficient enough your father enrolled you in finishing school where you learned etiquette and social cues to enter society as a woman fit to be a loving wife and also as sly and deadly as a snake.

Your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail as you looked down at your plate and continued to eat your breakfast, pancakes, and eggs which were growing soggy from the amount of syrup you piled onto the plate. 

‘The Solos are the ones with the son, right my love?’ Your mother, Ceanna would ask as your father nodded and moved over towards his wife, planting a kiss on his cheek before sitting down at the head of the table.

‘Yes, Napoleon is their only son. A little older but that still shouldn’t be a problem for our children, right?’ 

‘Leon? I haven’t seen him since we were both in school. Don’t worry I’m sure we can catch up.’

‘As long as you don’t auction me off as a wife to him’ You’d mutter while eating your food and your dad would belt out a laugh while Lysander would make his way into the room saying his greetings to everyone. Lysander had been there long before you and Kaleb were born so on occasion if you didn’t refer to him as Lys, uncle was for mere private times behind the walls of their home which Lysander didn’t mind coming from the twins, he was there for everything and within Issac’s will if anything were to happen to him and Ceanna while the twins were under 25 Lysander would be their ward and be the right hand for Kaleb.

‘I’m sure Napoleon wouldn’t meet your father’s expectations for your husband anyways, Y/N’ Lysander would say before you made a small victory cheer in your head. You hadn’t heard much about this Napoleon character but that’s because your father tends to leave you and your mother out of mob business and she doesn’t mind, but you? Oh, you made it a problem that you were left out of meetings, wanting to know the ins and the outs of the business and how to run it. Your father always says that this path holds no position for a woman, very misogynistic but you weren’t sure on why he would always make that statement.

‘The boy is far too into his bachelor lifestyle to settle down now, especially when there’s no sign of Caspian kicking the bucket over any time soon.’ Your dad would say before Lysander leaned over to whisper something in your dad’s ear and he’d nod.

‘Change of plans, they’ll be coming over for a late lunch and dinner, Y/N I trust you won’t be wearing that?’ Your dad would ask referring to your current pajamas which were an oversized plain black shirt and black and grey flannel shorts.

‘Jesus Dad, I just woke up.’ You’d say defensively before stabbing your fork in the remainder of the pancakes shoving it in your mouth and standing up from the table.

‘Since it’s that much of a problem I will go shower and put on clothes.’

‘Appropriate clothes, Y/N. We will be having guests’ Your Dad responded not looking up from the newspaper that was now in his hand. Your eyes narrowed before you took the glass of orange juice with you and turned on your heels to head out of the dining room.

‘Can I invite Elise and Arabelle?’ You’d ask quickly turning around and your dad matched your narrow eyes but yours instantly turned into pleading eyes.

‘Dad! Kaleb and Napoleon will be in each other's faces the whole time! I’ll make sure they’ll leave before dinner. I promise’ You pleaded before your father looked down at the gold watch before looking over to Lysander.

‘Y/N does have a point, Issac. Lloyd is still on the grounds as well.’ Lysander would say attempting to help your case while sending a wink your way and with a long sigh coming from your father he’d place the newspaper down.

‘See to it that the pool is prepared for the girls and the pool house. Have the chef prepare lunch for them as well.’ Your father reluctantly said before you started cheesing and heading over towards your old man and kissed him on his cheek as well as Lysander’s and you scurried away before he had the chance to change his mind.

Pulling your phone out from your waistband you’d open up the group chat that had you, Elise, and Arabelle in it before sending a single pool emoji with a question mark.

Elise: Uh, Duh!

Arabelle: We’ll be there in 30!

Successfully making plans to occupy yourself you’d scurry to the stairs running past Lloyd and he’d eye you.

‘Why are you running like you've seen a ghost princess?’ Lloyd would say while shooing the other guards away and you’d turn at the first step to face him. It wasn’t a bad age gap between you two, maybe 10 or 12 years? His profession aged him more than he was. The mid-30s weren’t bad for him.

‘Dad let me invite the girls over so I’m trying to get ready before he changes his mind’ 

‘He must be in a good mood, well I won’t hold you up. You look gorgeous this morning by the way.’ He’d say but it went over your head, ever since he’d started working for your dad around 4 years ago he’d always been the one to compliment you. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Giving him a small smile you’d hand him your almost finished glass of orange juice.

‘Thanks Lloyd! Do you mind putting that in the sink please?’ You’d asked before racing up the steps on your hands and knees

‘Anything for you princess.’ Lloyd would whisper low enough only for him to hear before finishing off the orange juice and licking his bottom lip before heading to the kitchen.

[gracescor3]

Hello, my name is Grace and I am a fanfiction writer. I am new to writing and I kind of enjoy it when I have time to do it.

The Umbrella academy

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves (Platonic)

Five Hargreeves (NO SMUT)

Klaus x Dave

Alison Hargreeves (Platonic)

Ben Hargreeves (Any season)

Marvel

Tony Stark’s daughter x Character

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson (Platonic)

Loki x Mobius (No smut)

Stucky

Sam Wilson (Platonic)

Rebelde (Translated in English)

Andi Agosti

Rebelde x you

Other Characters I write for

Micheal Bryce (Ryan Reynolds)

Nolan Booth (Ryan Reynolds)

Adult!Adam Reed (Ryan Reynolds)

Courtland Gentry!Six (Ryan Gosling)

Lloyd Hansen (Chris Evans)

Steve Kemp (Sebastian Stan)

Jack Sparrow (Johnny depp) (NO SMUT)

Ledger!Joker (Heath Ledger)

AUs I write for (So far)

Mafia!Stucky

Dark!Stucky

SD/SDBF!Stucky

SDBF!Bucky

Secret Relationship!Any character listed

Secret admire!Any character listed

Avengers!Bucky/Steve

Tattoo Artist!Bucky/Steve

Rape ; Underage Sex ; Piss ; Scat ; Being used as human bathroom ; Abusive Bucky/Steve/Any Character unless it’s past abuse from someone else; Pedophilia ; Pederast ; Blood Related Incest ; Suicide ; Self Harm ; (More may be added)

My request are open!

Please be 18+ only on certain posts others can be 16+ (I will put warnings)

[kthynes]

old wives tale

18+

If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.

warnings: none, Mafia!Lloyd. Fake marriage trope.

authors note: a bit late for New Years but I couldn’t resist. This trend was meant for them.

You believe in silly superstitions and so when Lloyd finds you under a table, munching on 12 sour grapes, he can’t help but wonder —what for?

“Mi Luna is everything OK?” He looks at you from down under, squatting in his best brogues and tightly fitted suit. “You’re not trying to be a cat again, are you?”

“No, I’m manifesting a boyfriend.” You state. Lloyd’s perplexed, jerking his head back as if he had heard that right.

“I guess we’re not a thing then.” He jokingly comments to himself even though he’s working on getting you, his timely pursuit.

“God no! We’re not— No!” You bellow in return as the countdown begins. “Never ever.”

But what if?

“Alright so explain this to me…” He plops right next to you and hobbles some grapes for himself. They’re frozen and a little nippy on his brass capped teeth. He winces in masticating each piece, engrossed by this treasonous ordeal.

“They say that if you go under a table and eat 12 grapes that you’ll be granted good luck and prosperity.” You say while inspecting your last grape. “Whatever your heart is set on.”

“And you’re banking on it?” Lloyd focuses on you. Your beautiful side profile bewitched with curiosity as he is with you.

“Big time, big money.” You finally pop the grape into your mouth and seal your spoken wish, leaving the rest up to the universe to decide.

“You are something else.” He shakes his head in thought. Your antics beguile his sense of self and the countless nights that keep him awake. He knew there’s time and affliction and certainly your endless drivel. He’d be patient and he’d be kind but most of all he’ll be on your mind.

“I’m worth everything.” You grin, showing your unbridled faith. It strikes midnight, a new year and new era with a man that still calls you his own.

“Happy New Year, mi Luna.” Lloyd finally departs, gently kissing your temple as a farewell. The soft gesture zings you. Something so small meant so much and so greatly. You’d remember that for keepsake.

“Happy New Year Hansen.” You say lowly, almost to yourself while watching him stride down the kitchen hallway and up to his shrine room.

[chasingmidnights]

Poker Face

"I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gamblin' is fun when you're with me (I love it) Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun (fun)..."

(How fun would a Casino AU be with these 4?)

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance: Chapter 26

Part 26: Duplicity

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to illegal prescription drug use, firearm use, and deception. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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Chapter 26

Dark dreams pulled Steve from sleep. It was 3:37 AM according to his phone.

With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, propping his pillow behind his wife’s back in his place. She was sound asleep and that had him smiling. The night before in the bath had been delicious. He had her again later in bed.

She’d need to sleep in after that.

So much raw emotion welled up in his chest as he watched her. His wife took up a lot of room when she slept, sprawling over the bed at night. Over him. He loved it, especially now that she mostly slept nude as he did. She was beautiful, her radiance and confidence growing by the day.

As he got dressed, he kept stealing glances at her. She’d brought a hell of a lot more than just status into his life. His wife challenged him. She challenged everyone. As delicate as she appeared now, asleep in his bed, she was formidable as a lioness, especially when defending those she cared about.

Steve couldn’t wait to have children with her. How fierce would their sons be? Hell, his daughters would be fierce too. He hoped they looked like her.

Making his way downstairs, thoughts of the family he wanted faded like dreams as he reached his study, returning to reality. Wincing in the light when he flicked it on, he saw the office was just as neat and sterile as it had ever been. Steve always had strict rules about who was allowed in his study, just like his father had.

Those rules didn’t apply to his wife, he realized, who came and went from his center of business as she damn well pleased.

Those memories he loved. Holding her in his chair, spanking her over the desk. Twice. That last one had to led to him just taking her like a beast on that refined wooden surface. It had him stirring just thinking about it. Steve wanted more memories like that. He wanted more.

What would it be like seeing toys littering the floor one day? Or to have little drawings left for him on his desk?

With a deep sigh, he sank heavily into his chair.

Ever since his wife had entered his life, she’d blurred the lines between his personal life and business. Steve walked a fine line between frustration and ecstasy the entire time with her, his need for her so often consuming his thoughts.

In the meantime, everything he thought he had control of was unraveling.

Barnes was coming for him, swiftly and methodically, and he needed to deal with that before he lost respect and credibility in that dark world. The fact that his rival was getting away with hitting his turf made Steve look weak, incompetent. Barnes striking his home, his family’s home, demanded a harsh answer. His leadership of the families would be defined by the decision he made here.

But Steve also needed to protect his family. And hadn’t he done a poor job of that lately? His sister had been severely beaten by her husband and before that Clint had been shot. Hansen’s attack on their home left Belova and Dyson both laid up.

His enemies seemed as obsessed with his wife as he was. If Hansen had gotten his hands on her…

Barnes had more than adequately demonstrated that no one was beyond his reach.

That had to change.

Steve had tried to be diplomatic in calling the meeting with the other family leaders. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Why was he trying to win the other families over when at least one of them was gunning for his?

“Up early, boss?” Luca looked in, making Steve realize he didn’t remember to close the door.

Steve nodded.

The portly cook walked just inside the office door. It was the only time of the day he ever saw the man in a pristine white apron.

“Your father used to do the same thing. Couldn’t sleep the night before. He’d just get up and get started. Always admired that about him.”

Steve snorted. “Probably never found himself in a situation this fucked up.”

“Sure he did,” Luca told him. “Someone challenged him, he hit them hard, and he hit them fast. That’s all. No mercy. No regrets.”

Luca made it sound so easy.

“You got a new consigliere yet?” Luca asked.

Steve nodded. “I’m going with Murdock.”

Luca nodded his approval. “Good choice. We’ll see what he’s made of these next few weeks.”

That was an understatement.

“I’m calling a meeting this evening,” Steve told him. “If I remember right Dyson’s going to get medical tests this morning?”

“That’s right,” the cook said. “Him and Belova both. They should be back from the hospital by this afternoon. We sending Scott with them?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll be here all day. Send Neal.”

Luca nodded, closing the door behind him on the way out of the office.

Steve would spend some time getting his thoughts together. Then, with his crew, they’d decide how best to deal with Barnes.

***

Dyson smiled when she made her way from the exam room back out to the waiting area.

“How did it go?” he asked.

Yelena smiled back. “The CT scan didn’t show any damage. They also did a Brain Trauma Indicator test, but it will be a couple of days before we get the results of that.”

Dyson rose from his chair, and she hoped that meant they were ready to head back to the house. While she took some comfort from the fact that Mrs. Rogers’ husband was there with her – and she had Scott, Luca, and Clint – things were just so tense right now. So dangerous.

She would feel much better once she got back.

Dyson shrugged as they walked out of the office area to head back into the reception area of the hospital. “I’m just old.”

He laughed with her as they found the lobby where there were gift shops, a cafeteria, and an information desk. Neal sat not far from that desk with the paper in his hand. So much for being there to keep her and Dyson safe. He looked like he could really care less.

Neal couldn’t have cared less when Bruce Banner had been about to knock the shit out of her boss. Scott pulled Mrs. Rogers back but that wouldn’t have stopped him. And she was still cursing herself for not hearing the commotion sooner than she did.

Neal noticed the two of them a beat before they reached him. Dyson cleared his throat loudly, telling Yelena he was as unhappy with the soldier as she was.

“Ready to go?” Neal sounded bored.

“Yeah,” Dyson grumbled. “Go get the car, will ya?”

Yelena was hard put not to laugh as Neal glared at him, folding up the paper. His knuckles were white as he gripped that paper and marched toward the exit to do as he was told.

Just as he was walking out the electric doors at the hospital’s entrance, a familiar figure in teal-colored scrubs was walking in. Agnes spotted Yelena in an instant, smiling brightly.

Her heart nearly stopped in her chest.

Of course Neal recognized her, slowing down and glancing over his shoulder to get a good look. He would remember she came to the Rogers’ home. He’d already mentioned thinking she looked familiar. It wouldn’t be hard for him to put the pieces together and figure out why she really came that day.

It was the worst timing imaginable.

Dyson didn’t know either, so she had to fake a smile when Agnes walked up. It wasn’t her fault, and Yelena talked to her for moment. Her ID badge announcing her position as an RN was right there in plain sight.

“Let me know when the lady of the house needs another manicure,” Agnes said, a big wink and then she headed off to work.

Beyond the glass entrance, she could see Neal pulled up to the door in the car. She felt Dyson’s attention on her. She took a step but his hand on his shoulder stayed her.

“That’s the lady you brought to the house to do Mrs. Rogers manicure?” he asked.

Yelena nodded. “She does it as a side hustle,” she tried.

“She’s an RN according to her badge,” Dyson pointed out.

She shrugged, turning to meet his gaze. “So? She does a good job. Mrs. Rogers was happy with how her nails turned out.”

Yelena tried to continue walking. This time Dyson jerked her to a halt.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did,” he said, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Yelena played dumb. She wasn’t counting on it to work but she had to try.

“Yes, you do.” Dyson blew out an exhale.

Yelena shook her head. “Mrs. Rogers is perfectly healthy. What other reason would I have to bring Agnes to the house?”

“To make it so Mrs. Rogers don’t get pregnant,” Dyson said, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Oh, my God. Do you know how bad this is?”

Yelena didn’t deny it. But she didn’t drop her gaze. The deed was done now. What did he expect her to say?

“Did she put you up to this?” he asked.

Now her heart slammed on her chest. If she said yes and this went as badly as she suspected it was about to, Yelena would have betrayed Mrs. Rogers. And she couldn’t live with that.

But if she said it was her own idea, and it most definitely was, she jeopardized her own position. And Lloyd was still out there. And Dyson knew it.

“Fuck,” Dyson muttered a little too loudly. “You know Neal recognized your nurse friend, right?”

She wasn’t stupid.

“The trick here is to keep him from telling the boss what he thinks happened here,” Dyson explained. “And he’ll think exactly what I think.”

Now Yelena was seeing red. “I know he’d like nothing better than getting Mrs. Rogers in trouble with her husband.”

She could tell Dyson didn’t expect her to say that, but it was the truth.

“When Banner showed up at the house, the only one protecting her from him was Lang,” she insisted. “I was down there as soon as I heard the commotion. Neal? He would have let Banner have her.”

Now the older man looked appalled. “Why the fuck would he do that?”

“Because he doesn’t like Mrs. Rogers,” Yelena said. “And he doesn’t appear to have her best interests at heart. That puts her in danger because the boss trusts him implicitly.”

“Neal’s earned that,” Dyson replied.

“So much so that the boss should choose him over his own wife?”

Dyson shook his head. “Come on.” He motioned towards the car with Neal watching them from the driver’s seat. “I got to try and get to the boss before Neal does or there will be absolute hell to pay.”

She was all too afraid he was right.

“He’s going to ask if there was a problem,” Dyson instructed her. “When he does, you act pissy. I’ll tell him you didn’t get one of the tests I wanted you to. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sending up every prayer she knew, Yelena followed him out to the car.

***

You made it back to your room, still winded because you’d practiced for nearly two hours today. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you removed your pointe shoes, the band-aids and tape beneath. You winced at the fresh blister forming on the outside of the smallest toe on your left foot.

What you’d planned to wear the rest of the day was already laid out on your bed, you just needed undergarments and socks and you’d be ready to shower. You smiled when you opened the drawer where you kept your intimates to see the satin red thong there that went with the teddy you bought in New York for Valentine’s Day last week.

Well, Steve bought it for you after surprising you in the city when you thought you’d catch holy hell for being out of the house.

What a night that had been. Your heart still fluttered to think about it.

The hum of your phone on your bedside table got your attention. Maybe it was Yelena. You hoped her and Dyson’s medical tests went well.

The text was from Yelena, but it stopped you in your tracks.

I'm so sorry.

You stared at the text message from Yelena on your phone, wondering what the hell that meant. Your heart was sped up as you typed a reply asking if she and Dyson were okay.

You heard voices beyond your window. Peering out, you saw the black Jeep had pulled up, watched your husband climb out and march towards the front door. You hadn’t realized he left the house, but he sure seemed on a mission to return to it.

We are fine. I’m worried about you.

What?

Her next text came a beat later.

Neal figured out who Agnes is.

You froze in place. Holy shit. If Neal knew who Agnes really was, he had an idea of why she came to your house. And if he didn’t figure it out, Steve would.

Telling Steve would be the first thing Neal would do with that information.

Steve’s tread was loud on the stairs, pounding in time with your heart. Steve was coming and you had nowhere to go, no time to prepare.

The door of your shared bedroom flew open, and Steve slammed it behind him, his face flushed from the cold, from anger. His blue-eyed gaze found you fast, and there you stood in leotard, leggings, and bare feet. You were sweaty, tired, with your hair pulled back from your face.

As much of a sweaty mess as you were, your husband looked as well-groomed as always. He peeled off the leather jacket he wore and tossed it over the chair at your vanity. The deep wine of the sweater he wore with jeans emphasized the angry color seeping out of his collar.

Dropping your phone on the edge of your bed, you folded your arms across your chest, bracing yourself for the storm that was coming.

Steve took in your stance. A muscle at his jaw flexed.

“We need to talk,” he said with a tight voice.

You just nodded. What else could you do?

You calm demeanor only seemed to piss him off more.

“Tell me about your manicure a few weeks ago,” Steve demanded, moving closer to the bed.

You held your ground. You didn’t like the way he was trying to set you up.

“I already did,” you said. “You said you liked my nails. Remember?”

His scowl deepened. “What was the woman’s name?”

“Agnes.”

“And was this manicure your idea?” Bitterness crept into his tone.

It was hard to hold your tongue. That question put you on the spot. If you said no, and you were pretty sure you told him Yelena arranged it to lift your spirits, he would get rid of her. And you needed her. As your friend and as a protector.

That meant you had to take the blame. And you weren’t sure you were ready for the consequences of that…

“It was,” you said finally. It wasn’t entirely true, but it was the course you chose.

Steve paused, surprised at your admission. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, just staring at you.

“She did more than your nails.” Steve shook his head. “The injection is good for three months, right?”

Wait. Agnes said that there would be no medical record of the injection. Had she lied to you? Or did he…?

“How do you know it was an injection?” you had to ask.

“Neal paid Agnes a visit at the hospital today.”

Steve knew everything.

“What did Neal do?” You were seeing red now. “Agnes isn’t in this. If he hurt her...”

“Neal warned her,” Steve told you.

Neal was intimidating. The poor woman just came to do you a favor.

“Neal is good at subduing women,” you told him. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning he wasn’t so quick to protect me when Banner stormed in this house,” you said. “Scott pulled me away. Yelena saved me.”

“Don’t try to shift the blame for this to Neal,” Steve said. “Neal has proven his loyalty to me.”

“I’m not one of your men,” you shot back. “I’m your wife.”

“And a wife’s duty is to give her husband a family. To take care of that family.” New emotion entered his voice. He wasn’t just angry. “Why? Why would you go behind my back and do this?”

You shook your head, frustration welling up in you fast. Was he serious?

When you didn’t say anything, he charged forward, grabbing your chin in his large hand. His grip hurt as he pulled you to him by your face.

“You know what I want,” he said angrily, his face inches from yours. “Every time I’ve made love to you, I was hoping that was it. That was the one. And it would only be a few weeks after that when you’d be waiting here for me for a different reason. To tell me I was going to be a father.”

When he shoved you away from him hard, you stumbled back. The bed was right behind you, and you tumbled onto the edge of it.

“But here we are,” he growled.

Your own temper flared at that. You were going to be punished for this. You knew that. You weren’t going meekly. You weren’t just handing him a victory like he’d been handed everything else in his goddamn life.

“Here we are,” you said. “And once again, it’s all about what you want. About what you expect.”

“Enough!” he yelled. “This is the part where you remind me that you had no choices. I know. Your father hid you away and then I forced you to marry me. And I’m sorry, I truly am, that he didn’t even try to be a father to you.”

The venom in his voice told you he wasn’t trying to make you feel better. Steve’s fury was palpable, you could feel it coming off him in waves.

“Want to know what I regret?” Steve asked. “I regret that he didn’t try to prepare you for the world. He should have taught you your place.”

You would have agreed with him if you hadn’t been so angry yourself.

“No, he did just what he was supposed to, according to you. He didn’t spend time with my mother, or my brother and I from what I hear. She tried to get us out of your world.”

“She found a lover.” Steve moved closer. “If she hadn’t done that, maybe she and your brother would still be alive.”

Jumping off the end of the bed, you marched forward and slapped him across the face with all your strength. It was satisfying to see his head turn with your blow, but he was quick to recover.

“I wasn’t prepared,” you told him angrily. “I haven’t been married before. I never had a lover before. You’ve had many. You’ve had time to enjoy life and learn what you like, what you want. You’re at a place in life where you want to start a family. I haven’t had that time or experience. What? I was just supposed to spread my legs and pop out babies because that’s what you wanted?”

“You didn’t have a lot of experiences in your life,” Steve pointed out. “I considered it an advantage.”

You snorted. “I’m sure you did.”

“Somehow all of this lack of experiences wasn’t a problem until you married me,” he said.

“Is that what you thought?” you asked. “I’d go from being his hidden little girl to your dutiful wife? That just makes you naïve.”

Scrubbing a hand over his beard, Steve stared you down. “You might have a point there. I was naïve in just letting you run free in this marriage. Letting you do what you wanted.”

“I’ve asked for so much,” you shot back, sarcasm bleeding into your tone.

“I gave you the bodyguard you wanted,” Steve snapped. “I had to find out she was training you with weapons when Hansen attacked my home. You hid that from me. I allowed it. Now I find out you hid your little contraceptive shot from me. I can’t trust you. What else have you hidden or lied to me about?”

Steve was right. You had hidden things from him.

“What is your problem with starting a family?” he wanted to know. His gaze swept over you. “What else are you going to do? You’re fit. You could probably have children and get right back in shape after.”

“So I’m vain?” you asked.

“Are you?” Steve asked. “You’ll have the best doctors, the best care. You can hire personal trainers if you're worried about your figure. We can hire people to help you with them once they're born. Nannies, tutors. Whatever you want.”

Now you were staring him down. “Don’t you know how that sounds? You want us to be parents and you’re already planning on how to let other people raise them.”

“Excuse me?” That pissed him off.

“I had all of that,” you said. “Nannies, tutors, governesses. What I didn’t have was a good relationship with my father. I didn’t have a mother or a sibling because of your world. I’m not saying I don’t want children one day. But I’d like to reach the point you have where I’ve lived a life and I’m ready for that.”

“Did you ever think of trying to tell me that? I thought we were finally on the same page. That we wanted the same things. You let me believe that,” he said bitterly.

“Would you have listened?” you asked. “And maybe I did let you believe that I could pregnant. But I was afraid. How could I enjoy sex when each time I was worried that would be the one? And I’d be pushed into something I wasn’t ready for. Responsible for a child.”

The hurt showing on his face surprised you. “You enjoyed sex with me because you knew you weren’t going to get pregnant?”

Your heart lurched. You felt like so much was riding on your answer, and you were angry.

But it was truth, damn it. Hiding things was how you got here.

“Yes,” you said slowly. “I would hope you’d understand why. I wasn’t even familiar with sex. I just wanted time.”

“You just wanted to take control away from me.” Steve’s glare made you pause.

“I thought you wanted me to trust you? You said you hoped one day this marriage would be something I needed too.”

“I thought you loved me,” he said with a finality that had fear spiking in you.

Faster than you could blink, Steve snatched your phone off the bed and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. The speed of his movements had you flinching. He noticed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, sounding way less confident now.

“Taking control of my household,” he said coldly. “Just like I’m getting ready to take care of business with the families. What do you think I’m doing?”

You swallowed hard. Steve’s gaze on you was assessing. He could read you so easily.

“Thought I’d spank you?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I think you’d enjoy that.”

Humiliation had your face heating up, remember the last one that you’d provoked.

“I should have done this from the beginning.”

“What do you mean?” you had to ask.

Steve moved back, putting a distance between you.

“Your injection is good for another four weeks,” he said. “We’ll resume our marriage then.”

What?

“Resume our marriage?” Your voice pitched higher than you would have like. But he caught you off guard. “What does that mean?”

“That means when that shot has reached the end of its efficacy, I’ll be back. Until then, you’ll stay in this room. My men will bring you meals and anything you need for toiletries and supplies. But that’s it.”

Oh, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

“Your men?” You had to be careful now. “What about Yelena?”

“She’s done,” Steve said curtly. “She’s worked her last day in this house. She just makes you worse.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. It was exactly what you feared.

“You can watch television but I have your phone,” Steve continued. “And your laptop is downstairs.”

And he was cutting you off from the rest of the world, from any support. Tears streamed from your eyes. Some from regret, most from anger. You blinked them back as you considered the weeks ahead.

And what you’d done to Yelena. What if losing this job put her in danger? What if Hansen got to her?

“When I come back, we will get to work on starting a family,” he informed you. “Just maybe you’ll be more grateful by then.”

“Or I’ll hate you.”

Steve shook his head, marching for the door of the bedroom you’d been sharing. “I’ll find another place to sleep in the meantime.”

“I’m sure you will,” you said through your tears. Visions of him with Kat flashed in your mind, threatening to break you.

And with that Steve marched out of the room. You heard the lock turn a beat later.

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Rivals

A/N: Hi! Did I forget to post this a week ago? …maybe. Enjoy reading! I hope you’ll like it, please let me know. My inbox is always open if you wanna talk! You can also send requests, but it’ll take a while till I write them:)

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x mob!reader

Summary: Reader is Lloyds biggest rival and they need to talk. Maybe reader should have called before arriving…

Warnings: smut, pwp, blowjob, voyeurism, exhibitionism, chasing, fingering, daddy kink, degradation, rough vaginal sex, anal play, creampie, dub-con kinda?

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You needed to talk to Lloyd. Now. Someone stole from you and you were sure it was someone from his side.

His men let you in, pointing you to his office- without knocking you walked in, immediately freezing in place when your gaze fell on the two people in front of you.

There he was. Getting his dick sucked by some bitch that was probably hoping for some special treatment or maybe couldn’t repay him whatever money she had borrowed. Lloyd's head was thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth agape. His white pants pushed down to his thighs, just enough for his cock to be free. It seemed rushed. And fuck, he really looked good like that. He was gripping the woman’s hair tightly in his fist, using her mouth like a toy. You could tell he didn’t care about anything beside his own pleasure, ignoring her gagging and her hitting his thighs when she choked on his dick.

“Open your eyes. Look at me” Lloyd's voice was slightly breathless but as stern as always.

You knew he wasn’t talking to the girl currently gasping for air when he let her come up from deepthroating his dick. Slowly you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. He’s looking right at you. You feel like he might be looking into your soul… or imagining you naked.

Probably the last one.

For a moment you didn’t know what to do, just looking back at him as he winked at you. He fucking winked. A rush of Shame overcame you but also lust. You felt how wet you were. Your pussy throbbed with need.

You should go. You should’ve just opened the door and walked away. But you couldn’t. It’s like you were frozen in place. Not being able to leave or take your eyes of him.

He pushed the woman down again, pushing his dick once again into her throat past her gag reflex till her nose was buried against his pelvis. While he watched you, you felt how your skin flushed, how your heart started pounding. Fuck.

Lloyd moaned quietly, his head dropped into his neck as he tensed, hot ropes of cum painting the woman’s throat. A smirk crept over his lips while he let go of the woman. She immediately pulled away from him, coughing up some of the spit and cum that she hadn’t swallowed.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips while he pulled his pants back up. The woman looked with her teary eyes at you for a moment before wiping away the remains of Lloyds release with the back of her hand.

You felt embarrassed. You felt like a total creep not only having watched them but also having enjoyed it.

Quickly you turn away from them, pulling the door open and walking out. Running. But before you could even make it further than the corridor you were grabbed by someone and pulled into another room. “Lloyd, I didn’t mean to-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as he pressed his lips in a bruising manner to yours, kissing you furiously.

Before you could really perceive what was happening, you felt his hands pulling your short skirt up while he walked with you to a flat surface- a desk.

“Lloyd- what-“ ”don’t play dumb, that’s exactly what you were thinking about. I saw it in your eyes, sweetheart” he grinned against your neck, tickling you with his mustache. A quiet whine escaped your lips which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now? You fucking wanted him.

“Such a slut- watching me getting head and being turned on by that, huh?” he grinned into your neck, turning you around and bending you over the desk roughly. “Let’s see how much you enjoyed it” with that he ripped your thong from your hips, humming quietly when his gaze fell on your throbbing pussy. You wet folds glistened with need and Lloyd couldn’t stop himself from pushing two fingers into your hole, watching as your starving cunt swallowed his digits, nearly sucking them in. “Fuck, what a slut you are for me, huh? Can’t wait to get my dick in your tight cunt. Who would’ve thought how wet you’d get for your rival, huh?” he whispered while finger fucking you roughly, listening to the squelch of your slick. “Always telling everyone how much you hate me… and here you are whining for my cock like a bitch in heat.”

You felt some drool leaking out of your mouth onto the flat surface you were laying on, quickly wiping it away, not wanting to give Lloyd any more satisfaction. But you couldn’t deny how good you felt. He was abusing your sensitive spot with every thrust.

Before you knew it, blinding pleasure rushed over you, making you moan out his name while you grabbed the edge of the desk for some support.

A dark chuckle made you look over your shoulder at Lloyd, as he pulled out his dick, rubbing it between your sensitive folds. “Fuck Daddy-“ you whispered when the thick head stretched your cunt, not even noticing the words slipping past your lips. Even though he had fucked you with his fingers, you felt like he was splitting you in half.

Lloyd stopped for a moment, nearly coming on the spot hearing you call him that. Fuck, that definitely worked. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel you. Needed to fuck you till you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this office on your own.

He hummed content, sinking into your warmth, hugging him as if your pussy was made for him. “My pretty whore, letting me use you” he started pounding your cunt, not waiting for you to adjust, chasing his own pleasure. He watched your ass jiggle with every hard thrust. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, crunching of the table, moans, gasps and smell of sex. At some point you could swear something fall from the desk, a picture frame or something else breakable. Nor did he or you pay any mind to it.

Lloyd scooped up some of your juices onto his thumb before rubbing it over your tight ring of muscles, not stopping the pounding for a second. A gasp escaped your lips when his thumb breached your tightest hole. You felt him spit onto your hole to make it even smoother to fingerfuck your ass while also hammering into your cunt, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. “So good for Daddy, taking it all so well. My whore. Just a dumb cockslut” he fucked even harder into you, making the whole desk jolt.

You felt another orgasm approaching just from the pounding on your spot alone and the stretch from his finger in your tight ass. Your body started trembling and your moans turned into quiet gasps, barely audible ah’s and ngh’s filling the air.

Feeling his dick twitch in your cunt made you grab the edge even tighter. “Daddy please- I’m-I need- please-“ you begged not sure what for exactly. But Lloyd knew. He could feel your cunt sucking him in. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Come for me. Come for daddy and you’ll get his cum. Daddy’s gonna fill you, my little dumb cumdump” he felt you cum on his dick as soon as he said his last words.

Your whole body tensed, pulsing around Lloyd's dick as you came again, your release leaking around his dick along your thighs. “Daddy-fuck-I-“ you whined desperately, moving your hips against his, desperate for his cock. His cum. You wanted it all.

With one last thrust Lloyd buried himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed. Your over sensitive walls pulled him in, milking all he wanted to give you, slightly grinding against your ass. He massaged your rim for a while longer before pulling his finger out, watching your hole gape for a moment. “Such a pretty thing… can’t wait to fuck that tight ass, baby” he whispered against your neck. While he leaned over you, you could feel his dick shift, making your mixed release dripping out, slowly running down your thighs to your stockings, drenching them with his cum.

A moan left your lips at the thought of him fucking your ass. “Yes, yes… please, Daddy” you nodded, looking over your shoulder at him but he only chuckled, slowly pulling out, making even more cum leak out of your cunt.

You whined but didn’t say anything, not being able to really say or move at all. To fucked out to do so. Lloyd scooped some of your release out of your hole and pulled on your hair with his other hand till you lifted your head. When you saw his fingers you opened your mouth quickly, licking away your tastes.

Lloyd hummed happily, letting go of you and helping you up. He took your ripped underwear and put it in his pocket before helping you fix your skirt, watching as his release still leaked out of your puffy pussy. Your hair was completely messed up. You looked… well, fucked. And he really liked seeing you like this.

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “So, you wanted something from me? Something other than my dick” he grinned devilishly, reminding you why exactly you came here.

And also why you hated him and his attitude so much.

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Barnes vs Barnes (6) - Four

Summary: The unavoidable happened. What will Bucky do now?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Ex-Wife Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Nick Fowler, Matt Murdoch

Warnings: heavy angst,mentions of infertility, strong reader, mentions of past cheating, Natasha hate in this, sorry, secrets get revealed

A/N: Please be aware this is an AU. Bucky is an ass and OOC in this story.

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<< Part 5

“Fowler,” you chuckle as Steve presses his gun into Nick’s back. “Y/N didn’t lie when she told your minion that I was watching your bitch while she was following Y/N.”

“Rogers, a pleasure to meet you again,” Nick casually says. As if Steve doesn’t press a gun to his back. “What brings you here?”

“I’m going to tell you this only once,” Steve whispers to not catch anyone’s attention, “you will leave Y/N alone. She’s been through enough thanks to your brother. You don’t want to mess with me a regret that you let me live back then.”

“I was about to tell your sweet girl a little secret, Rogers,” he’s a cocky man, you give Nick that. “I wonder if he would have kept on trying to get her pregnant. What a fool.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, and I won’t listen to your shit, Fowler. All I want from you is to leave me alone,” you spat. “You’re just like your brother. And I don’t want to have shit to do with you, Bucky, or your minions.”

“Bucky is infertile.”

You glare at Nick. Bucky is a bastard and a cheater, but he would’ve never put you through all of this, knowing he cannot get you pregnant. “No. He’s not.”

“A pretty girl, with a sharp tongue. I see why my brother is head over heels for you,” Nick leans closer only to feel Steve’s arm around his neck. “Rogers, you’re pretty too but not my type.”

“I have warned you,” you shiver at the edge in Steve’s voice. You can’t risk him killing your husband’s brother in public. “Stay away from Y/N and leave her alone. This is your final warning.”

“I have a lot to say,” Nick’s eyes are glued to your face. “I know my brother is infertile. It’s my fault.” He chuckles darkly. “I caused a bilateral severe testicular trauma when we were sixteen. A few kicks to his crotch and it was done.”

“You are lying. Bucky would’ve told me so.”

“He doesn’t know. My parents believed it was better this way. He would’ve only hated me more,” he grins now. “As if Bucky needed a reason to hate me.”

“I hate you even though I do not know you,” you grit your teeth. “Steve let’s go. I can’t stand being close to this version of Bucky. He’s an even bigger asshole than my husband.”

“You sure?” Steve presses the gun to Nick’s side. “I can take him down right here and now. No one will miss him.”

“I’m telling you what Steve told you,“ You step closer to Nick to grab his chin, “stay away from me. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it. Fuck my husband over as much as you want to. I don’t give a shit. I hope you kill each other.”

“You’re fiery and red-blooded. Just my kind of woman.”

You scoff, “Steve, we should go. He has nothing to offer.”

“Okay,” Steve releases Nick and secures his gun. “I’ll drive you back. No flying solo again, doll. You know how Bucky can get when he wants something. He’ll burn down this fucking town for you.”

“Not anymore,” you sound a little too sad for your liking. “Maybe he never was my man at all. He left me for her before, and now, he did it all over again.”

“My brother is a piece of shit. I’d never leave a woman like you,” Nick says. “We can bring him down together. Just say yes.”

“I don’t know you,” you sneer. “And I already got four men I trust in my life. You are not one of them.”

“But I am,” Steve emphasizes. “Again. This is your final warning. Stay out of our business and away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you or the likes of you.”

Steve reluctantly puts his gun away. He knows Mace is still somewhere around, but he didn’t come alone either. He’s been in this business all his life. 

Nick doesn’t move when you step away from him to follow Steve outside. He’s not sure Steve came alone and won’t risk getting shot by an overly dutiful minion. 

“If you change your mind, I’ll be in town for a while,” Nick says as you pass him by. “I promise to help you get revenge.”

“I don’t want revenge. I want to be free of Bucky, his demands, and my past,” you dip your head to glance at Nick. “You can’t give me what I want. And I won’t help you bring my husband down. I’m better than this…”

“What did you find out about our new player?” Steve watches Jensen type away on the keyboard. “His minion followed Y/N around town.”

“I will kill him,” Lloyd grits out. “How dare that bastard to follow Y/N! He’s as worse as his brother.”

“I won’t let him use me against his brother,” you say. “No man will ever use me again only to throw me away for some skank.”

“That’s the spirit, sugar plum,” Lloyd claps his hands and chuckles. “So, can I shoot your husband now or do you want to knife him a little?

You watch Steve with worry. You know he was about to kill Nick in the middle of the store to prove a point. “We won’t kill Bucky. Let the brothers fight each other. Meanwhile, we can help Y/N with her divorce and start a new life.”

“Rogers, you became wise with age,” Lloyd grins at Steve. “I’m proud of you.”

“Guys, can we stop fighting? How about we order food and talk about all the nice things I found out about Romanoff, Fowler, and Barnes,” Jake cocks his head to look at you. “Y/N, what do you think?”

“I’m kinda starving,” you nod at your friend. “Threatening assholes makes me hungry all the time.”

“Do you think it’s true?” Steve asks.

“Fowler would’ve told us Bucky is the queen of Brooklyn to get us on his side. It doesn’t matter if Bucky is infertile. He didn’t know about it. I’m sure about it.”

“He believed that he got Natasha pregnant,” Steve says. “Bucky wouldn’t have believed her if he knew about his infertility.”

“Wait—Barnes can’t get it up,” Lloyd chuckles. “Seriously?”

“He can’t get a woman pregnant, asshat,” Jensen grunts. “So, food or no food? I was working all day.”

“Food, and no more talking about killing people tonight. Let’s keep it low for now,” you point at Lloyd. “And we don’t stab people in this house…”

>> Part 7