#needy!lloyd hansen

[biteofcherry]

Friday night plans?

Nick returning to his apartment to find you (his captive) dancing around, drinking his most expensive booze straight from the bottle

going down on Steve while he's on the phone with Bucky

alternatively, playing with yourself while Steve's on the phone with Bucky

watching something crappy with Lloyd and judging any supposed "chemistry" on the screen and hot scenes

annoyed with Ari staying too long at the bar, you dress up and attempt a full on Ugly Coyote (attempt, because obviously he's gonna intervene)

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

[holylulusworld]

I’m your daddy now (3) - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader (plussized)

Characters: Ari Levinson

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, groping, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), some fluff

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories. 

Catch up here: TOL - I’m your daddy now (2)

Ari exhales sharply. He’s not amused by Lloyd’s behavior.

The mustache-wearing bastard is shamelessly groping your ass while purring dirty nothings in your ear. “Plump. Sweet. Begging for cream.”

“Lloyd!” You swat his hand away and straighten your skirt blouse. “We have company. You can’t do such a thing while people are around.” You pucker your lips before striding toward the door. “Remember, we have a business to do.”

Lloyd licks his lips. He watches you walk out of the room, groaning loudly. “A hell of a woman I got myself.”

“Congrats,” Ari rolls his eyes. He knows about Lloyd’s endless stream of women roaming his bedroom. “For how long?”

“I’m gonna marry that chubby bug,” Lloyd grins before he tugs at his pants. He’s got a raging hard-on thanks to the woman ruling his mind and office. – You. It’s even worse since he got a taste of you and your perfect cunt. “She’s perfection.” Lloyd grins as he sniffs at his fingers. “She’s got a cute little shit too. Gotta be a daddy for the poor boy. His old man is a deadbeat.”

“Perfection,” Ari doubts that Lloyd will keep his word and marry you, but he says nothing. He came here for a reason, not to fight with Lloyd. “You should be careful if children are involved.

“I told you,” Lloyd grits his teeth, “I’m going to be a daddy for the little shit. I consider renaming him. Lloyd Jr. would be so cute, don’t you think?” He nods to himself. “I only need to convince my sunshine.”

“Lloyd, I came here for a second time because you want to discuss the details of my request later. I assume you had your hands full with your assistant,” Ari crosses his arms over his wide chest. He quirks a brow and waits for Lloyd to grovel.

“What can I do for you, my sexy friend?” Lloyd chuckles. He just loves to toy with people. Even more, since he found you. “I thought everything got discussed last time. My sunshine and I will join one of the dance classes and check your girl out. Maybe she needs a little money for her studio.”

“Lloyd, this is different from the other girls I paid. I want her to be mine,” Ari hesitates to talk about his feelings to a man offering women to wealthy men. He doesn’t believe Lloyd understands the concept of love.

“Love sweet love,” Lloyd smiles dopily. “I’m telling you, spring let me lose my mind. If only she wasn’t wearing those tight pants when I met her. I wouldn’t be so into that slutty little cupcake I call my own.”

“You are disgusting,” Ari sneers at Lloyd’s behavior. “I’m talking about love, not your libido. You’re lucky if your assistant doesn’t cut your balls off in your sleep.”

“That’s actually a great idea,” you say while walking back inside the office. “I got coffee for you, Mr. Levinson, and a disgustingly sweet coffee monstrosity for you, boss.”

Lloyd dips his head to glance at Ari. “I love it when she calls me boss. Gets me rock-hard every time. You wouldn’t believe how much I’m struggling to not have my way with her right now.”

You place the coffee on the small coffee table. “Lloyd!” You tut and glare at him when he tries to grope your ass. “Christ, you’re unbelievable. We have a client here. He wants our help.”

“All work and no fun,” Lloyd glumly replies. He pouts while staring at your tits. You decided on a light summer dress with a high neckline to avoid catching Lloyd’s attention. No such luck. “I wonder if I can make you forget about business.”

“Boss, do your job,” you point your index finger at him. “I already got a child to take care of. I don’t need a second one.”

“I like that one,” Ari throws in. He slowly sips his coffee while watching you and Lloyd interact. “Can we get back to my problem now?”

You nod and turn to leave Lloyd and Ari to their business. You’re still not used to the kind of business you’re involved in since you accepted the job offer. Lloyd takes the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass.

“Lloyd!” You huff and stomp away. It’s not worth it to get mad at him. He’ll only get horny the more you yell at him. Lloyd is a kinky bastard after all. “I should cut his balls off one day. But not his cock. It’s the best part of him.”

“You forgot my mustache,” Lloyd calls after you. “You know you love it, sunshine.” He turns toward Ari. “She loves it.”

“So…” You watch Lloyd rummage around his office. He curses under his breath as he goes on his hands and knees to look for something under the couch. “What are you doing?”

“I dropped something important,” he stretches his arm to reach something under the couch. You step closer to get a better look at his ass. It’s now or never. Payback for all the groping.

Smirking you grab his ass with both hands, groping him roughly through his slacks. You have to admit, he’s got a nice ass.

“Sunshine,” he purrs. “We don’t have time to get down and dirty. I need you to help me with something.”

“I swear,” you slap his ass, “if you get your dick out again and call it a surprise, I’ll follow Ari’s suggestion and cut it off.”

Lloyd huffs as he slowly gets back up. He hastily stuffs something in his pocket before looking you up and down. “He said balls, not my dick,” Lloyd smirks when you take a step back. “I see you can’t keep your hands off my perfect ass, huh? Do you want to feel me up some more?”

“We wanted to talk about your client. You remember your client, Ari Levinson, right? You mentioned a dance class and today he talked about it again. What is your plan now?”

“We’ll attend his chosen girl’s dance class and will find out more about her. That woman tries to make my job harder. She’s not on social media and pays cash,” Lloyd pouts. “I thought this would be an easy job, but no, Ari doesn’t want me to threaten her business. It would’ve been so much easier if he just played the knight in shiny armor after manipulating her business.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“When did you have the time to buy a book?”

“Romance is for losers, Y/N. I believe in horniness and my pussy-detector,” Lloyd points at his crotch. “If little Lloyd likes you, it’s true love.” He grins, proud of himself. “Come on, let’s get home. The little shit is waiting for his daddy to read him one of the new books I bought.”

“It’s called online shopping,” he huffs. “I don’t have the time to waste my time in a dusty bookstore.”

You quirk a brow. After you let him do unspeakable things to you for the first time, Lloyd is unstoppable. He wanted you and your son to move in with him. Lloyd even hired an interior designer to turn two of his guestrooms into a bedroom and a playroom for your son.

If only you could believe him that he wants to be more than the guy stuffing your pussy.

“Fine,” you sigh, too tired to argue. “The babysitter wants to go home too. Let’s go. We still need to talk about Mr. Levinson and your plan.”

He wraps one arm around your waist and kisses your cheek. “Does going home include a little action for the tiger in my pants?”

“I thought it was a python?”

“Who cares?” He groans. “There’s a whole jungle in my pants and it all belongs to you, sunshine…”

“…and then the little ant kicked the evil toad’s ass,” Lloyd closes the book, a big smirk on his face. “Son, how did you like the book?”

“Cool,” your son gasps. He’s still mesmerized by all the voices Lloyd imitated while reading the book he found online to your son. “I like the ant the most.”

“Tomorrow, we will read about his next adventure. I bet he’ll kick more ass.” Lloyd runs his hand over your son’s head, gently patting the little boy. “…can’t believe that deadbeat left a cute little shit like you.”

“Lloyd!” You tut. “You promised to stop calling my son little shit!”

“Our son,” he corrects. “How about you wait in our bedroom for me and the python fighting my pants? I got something to discuss with Lloyd Jr.”

You kiss your son’s forehead and wish him a good night. He refuses to sleep in your bedroom since he has his own room at Lloyd’s house. “We won’t rename my son. This is my last word.”

“If only…” Lloyd grins. “Now…go to bed mommy. We men need to talk about something…”

You reluctantly leave the room, looking over your shoulder before you reach the door. “No swear words, Lloyd.”

“I wouldn’t dream of swearing next to our baby boy.”

“You’re a bad liar.”

“I love you too, sugar cake,” he grins. “I’ll be right with you.”

The moment you are out of the room Lloyd gets something out of his pocket. He shows it to your son, smirking.

“What do you say, little shit? Will she like the ring?”

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[georgiapeach30513]

With Your Touch, Part 7

Summary: Lloyd can’t handle it anymore, and neither can you.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, thoughts of D/s relationships, pussy job, teasing, dry humping, masturbating in front of someone, mentions of toy play, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, Lloyd Hansen, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.8K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Living with you is hard. It’s damn near impossible trying not to place you on the counter, while he ravages your body. Lyla always started the night in her room, and some nights, you would bring her into the bed with the two of you. The nights that you didn’t, and it was just you and Lloyd, you slept peacefully. But it takes everything in Lloyd not to just push himself into you.

You searched him out every night. If he wasn’t right next to you, your hand felt around for a part of his body to touch. Or your ass would scoot back until it sat snug on his crotch. Do you realize how easy it would be for him to just slide it on in? He couldn’t even explain how much he craved your body, and it wasn’t even the carnal expression of sex, it was becoming part of you!

It was feeling you from the inside out. It was getting as close to you as he possibly could. It is watching your face as he pumps himself into you. It is this sweet loving moment that will eventually be destroyed because he will need to ravish you. You deep down are such a brat needing attention, and he is willing to give you that attention, and also respond accordingly.

My god, you are perfection wrapped up in his arms. Even if you are making the sweetest sounds, and rubbing your perfectly round ass in the most perfect spot to make him weak, and harden. Oh, he can’t wait until the day that he is going to punish you for your teasing. But now he waits. And waits and waits.

When the hell were you going to make your move? Or just tell him that you were okay? He is being patient, and you are killing him slowly. Can one die of blue balls? Can one die of being absolutely in love with these moments? Moments before he would kick a woman out, calling her a car, while he finished the night alone. And now all he can think about is cleaning you off, and lavishing you in the softest kisses until you fall asleep in his arms.

He wants to worship you, and give you the world. He wants to stare at your beautiful smile. Watch you love Lyla the way you do. How does seeing you being a mother make you even sexier? See you looking all put together, pushing her pram, smiling at her, talking to her, being Lyla’s universe. Lyla tolerates Lloyd, but she looks at you like you are the very essence that she breathes. The way that her eyes light up when she looks at you. He could watch the two of you everyday, and not tire of it.

Which is why two weeks later, he’s still not gone back to work. He can admit that fucking you would be a great way to past the time. Feasting on your cunt while you writhed in pleasure. It’s how you should feel, so pleasured, so comfortable, so protected, and above all loved. The ways he wants to love you make him dizzy. He’s never done this.

He wants to give you everything. Every little thing. All of it. All of him. “Lloyd,” your lips smack, and your ass wiggles on him again. Whimpering as you talk in your sleep. Your consent while asleep isn’t enough. That would have to be established while you're conscious, but he can oblige to your neediness.

“Daddy,” goddammit. He grits his teeth. Little minx! Little brat! You liked spanking too much, and right now you fucking need it. If only you would open your damn mouth and tell him what it is you need! He is losing all self control here.

He groans, rolling over onto his back. His arm is no longer around you, and his cock throbbing at a slow rhythm. He can’t even think straight. All he can think about are the ways he wants to fuck you. Would the first time be heated and needy? Would it be long and slow, but deep thrusts? Will it be on the counter? On the floor? In the bed? Will he be able to hold off, so you can finish? You are a frustrating woman!

You sit up abruptly in the bed, and look at him over your shoulder, “Go back to sleep.”

“But you moved. You’re ready to get up,” he sees your eyes glance down to his pulsing cock before coming back to his eyes. “Lloyd.”

“Dolly,” you smirk. The most devilish smile he has ever seen you have. “What are you thinking?”

“That you look uncomfortable, and,” you hiss, looking back down at his beautiful, glorious bulge. If his bulge makes your mouth water like this, what is his cock going to do, “I should help you with that.”

“And how are you going to do that, sweetheart?” His voice is so heavy and laced with so much lust and want. Lloyd’s eyelids are at half mast, pupils blown full wide, and he looks like a predator slinking to his prey.

You choke. This has never been your forte. People just told you what you were going to do, “You can just take what you want.”

“No, I can’t. And you said you would help me with that,” he watches you curiously as you try and find your words. Choking up, and looking all shy and innocent. He saw you gulp at the sight of him. Saw how you looked famished for his cock. But your reluctance to just tell him what you need is odd to him. Maybe that’s where some of his fascination is coming from. You are shy about your wants, but you need his brand of sex.

“What if I want you to to take what you want?” He hums, those thick fingers tickle over your knees. “I do want you to.”

“If we want this to work, and you freely give yourself to me whenever I want,” eagerly you nod your head, and his chuckle is such a deep rumble in his chest that it sends slick pooling in your core. “We have to heavily discuss the parameters. You will need a safe word. You will need to talk about what you don’t like, and it is my job to watch you, and read your cues.”

“That sounds complicated.”

“Just straddle my stomach, and do us both a favor,” that mischievous grin spreads over your face, and you give his boxers a tug. Practically drooling when his cock springs free. The desire you have to trace the vein on the underside of his rod with your tongue overtakes your senses. “Dolly!” Lloyd warns, and with a roll of your eyes, you throw a leg over his stomach, settling your cunt on his cock.

“Why must you torture me? You sleep without panties, and that makes me very horny,” he barely lifts up your oversized shirt, and stares at your dripping lips framing his cock. Rolling your hips, he watches mesmerized as your slick folds move over him. It would have been so easy to slip it right in, but there’s this sweetness mixed in with the raw intense connection.

“Lloyd,” you whisper, placing your arms behind you on his thighs. His body trembles. He’s never wanted this type of connection. He never wanted to even look at their face, and now he can’t figure out what he wants to gaze at. Your face wrapped in so much lust, or your puffy folds glazing his cock. Moving over him. Undulating your hips on top of him. The face of innocent sin.

It’s the sweetest sin. You whimpering his name, controlling his body, while he fully falls so deeply in love with you. He sounds like a fool, and he is, but only for you. “Lloyd,” you croak out again. Your voice clipped as pleasure wrecks your body. “Lloyd,” you say breathlessly, and he grabs your hips, assisting your movements, and your head tilts back.

“I’m right there, sweetheart. I’m right there with you. Keep going. Right there. So close,” his voice coaches you through to reach the precipice of the cliff. Climbing higher. Higher. Higher still. Right there as tears fill your eyes. “God, you feel so good. So soft.”

He’s whispering, but his grip is rough. Demanding and needy. Pushing and pulling you over his length with a harshness that lights you up. “Lloyd!” You’re right there, right at the edge, and ready to dive down into the depths of him. One hand moves to your clit, and he gives the swollen nub a pinch, and you whine.

“Let go,” he whispers, and you jump off the cliff as an orgasm rips through your body. He keeps you moving on him. Giving you no time to come down from this high, “Look at my stomach,” glancing down at his tight stomach. He moans as he shoots his load up his abs. Chest heaving, and you scoot back. Smirking as you lean forward, and lick up every drop of his essence.

“C’mere,” his voice is too low. “I need to taste you,” you play coy. Shaking your head no. Rustling on the monitor makes you chuckle. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Lyla’s voice babbles about, and you can’t help but get the biggest smile, “Mamamamama,” almost singing as she calls for you. She hits and taps on her crib, her voice getting louder.

“I need to brush my teeth, and go get the baby,” Lloyd gives you a growl. His hand swats at your ass, you mewl out his name.

“Oh, if you like that, trust me, I have no problem with spanking this ass. And if you’re going to be such a brat, I’m sure you’ll get a lot.”

“Is that a threat,” you look at him over your shoulder as you trot to the bathroom. Lifting up that shirt, and letting your ass shine, and he rolls his eyes, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and yanks up his boxers. He stalks towards you, and you spin to meet his eyesight.

His eyes slowly go down your body, and you stare up at him like a child being scolded. He gives you a crooked smile, and his hand cups and holds your cunt. Furrowing your brows, you whimper, melting into his touch, “That’s a promise, Dolly. I will spank you, because you desperately need it. And I’ll enjoy having your cunt leak, and prepare herself for me. Now, make yourself presentable, and go get our baby.”

His movements as calculated as they were beforehand are now quick and casual, and you pout at him. “Don’t be brat right now. Lesson one, learn when that is acceptable.”

You give a peek over to Lloyd with the biggest smile. He opted to use a baby carrier with Lyla, and she loves it. She really loves everything about it. Seeing what he sees. Facing outwards, and bopping along with him. But it’s the fact that he uses her feet as a place to keep his hands. Wiggling around her legs, while she talks up a storm. No words come out, but she doesn’t stop.

Living out in the middle of nowhere has its perks. This little petting zoo is one of them. Nobody here knows what Lloyd does for a living or how powerful he is. Nobody would know that Lyla isn’t your birth child, or that you and Lloyd are very new. Too new. Maybe if it wasn’t so new you and Lloyd might have some issues or arguing points. But today is blissful.

Moments like these are something you craved as a child. Wanting both your parents to spend time with you. Not buying you every toy, and making someone else raise you, but them. Taking you places. Yes, your mom was there, but she wasn’t present. She was just in the house, while Ellen raised you. But Lloyd makes an effort, and has shown you over and over again the time that he wants put in for you, but also for her.

As sexy as he is with nothing but his boxers on, it’s nothing compared to the way he looks down at the baby strapped to his chest. The way he can’t stop looking at her, and then looking at you with a cheesy grin. Things feel normal. They feel safe.

“Would you want another baby?” He seems like parenthood has come so easily to him. But Lyla just showed up on his doorsteps. He missed out on the pregnancy part.

“Eventually,” he looks up from her, and directly into your soul, and you forget to breathe. “There’s so much I would want to experience,” he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his body, and Lyla Bee turns to look at you sweetly saying mama over and over again. She’s so proud of being able to speak, she never stops, especially when it gets your attention.

“I want us to have spent more time together. And then enjoy making a baby. Watch you grow with our baby, and see how Lyla is at becoming a big sister,” looking up at him, you gawk. “Oh, come on, you’re her mom, and I don’t want to have kids with anyone else. Don’t play mind games with me because you won’t win. You asked about another baby because you need to know where we are with our future. So let me ask you, do you want to have my baby?”

“Yes,” you smile up at him. His fingers pulse on your body. He enjoys when you’re open and honest, so you want to give him that. Opening up was never something you were allowed to do because you were to be seen, not heard, not felt. “I always wanted a family because I didn’t have one. I sound so whiny because I had so much, and my parents were there. My mom would say I’m spoiled, and I should just grow up.”

“You don’t sound whiny. You sound like a woman that is finally getting to realize what she wants, and realize that she can have it, and your emotions are okay,” ouch. Those words hit you right in your gut. “I think that while you were learning to care for a baby, you were healing some of your own wounds.”

“Why are you so smart?” You say it animatedly, trying to laugh off the strong emotions you’re feeling. Obviously those emotions towards Lyla was easy. Letting Lloyd in has been harder. Immediately the sexual tension and need was there, but he’s consistently hammered away at the fortress that your mom made you have.

You never thought you had choices in your life. You were just going to marry the person that your mom chose for you that would give you a rich life. Complete with shopping sprees daily, a nanny, and substance abuse. Whatever it took to make you sit in the background, being used for good breeding and to look good on their arm. But everything in that life seemed to be just numbness. A life where there was nothing to enjoy or love. You were just going through the motions.

“Am I close?” You lean to Lyla, giving her kisses on her cheek, but nod your head. “Are you using the baby, so you don’t have to look at me?” Inhaling slowly, you stand up straight, and stare directly at him. Keeping the most perfect eye contact, and nod your head. “Thank you for being honest. We’ll work on better communication. We’re going to need it. I can’t stay holed up with you two forever.”

“What precautions are in place for when you’re not here? You don’t have to tell me everything, I know some things are on a need to know basis. But…what…?”

“Your concern is okay to have. Some precautions are just for me. But your neighbors are also watching you. They’ll take this easier task over missions,” that’s the best you’re going to get, apart from the alarm system. It’ll have to do.

“I’ll take it.”

“We should go home,” home. It sounds amazing, and currently there’s nothing that you want to do more than to go home with him, and Lyla. “And once she goes to bed we need to have a long conversation.”

Looking in the mirror, you undo another button, exhaling slowly. You don’t want there to be any confusion on what you want tonight. You want him. All of him. Every inch of Lloyd, you want on you. His scent, his touch, his taste, his sweat, his essence. You need him like you’ve never needed anything before. He had given you time, and you’re appreciative, but now you want him to take what he needs.

You didn’t want anything super kinky. You just want to feel him. Have him. And let him partake in all of you. You do another button on his shirt, leaving only two buttons done before you walk out of the bathroom. Sauntering down the hallway, you stop right in the doorway of the living room, facing Lloyd.

His adam’s apple bobs, while he sits down his glass of bourbon. He shuts off the TV. He had already had his shower, and he sits on the couch in nothing but black silky boxers. They start to tighten at just the mere look at you in nothing but his shirt. He Leans back on the couch, and rubs up his thighs. His eyes are a complete black hole of lust.

You slowly walk towards him, timidly straddling his lap. Lloyd’s hands move to your thighs, and they roam up and down your silky skin. “Lloyd, we will have your conversation, but tonight, I don’t want our little games. I don’t want a safe word, or spankings. I want you. And I want you to take,” he clears his throat, and nothing more. “No, I do. I want that from you. I want you to seek out your pleasure with my body, and I know you’ll give me pleasure in return.”

“Aren’t you tired of people taking from you?” You nod your head, and grab onto his hands, guiding them to your tits, and urge him to knead the tender flesh. “Sweetheart, don’t…”

“I’m tired of people taking from me, but I have a choice with you, and I want you to take from me. I. Trust. You,” his smoky blue eyes look over your face, and you nod, “I trust you, Lloyd. You’ve given me every reason to trust you, and given me time to know that you will listen to me and my needs. And my need is for you to be in control. And it’s what I want..”

Lloyd sits up straighter. Keeping his hands on your chest. His fingers tease at your nipples before he pinches them, and pulls you into his body. His mouth catches you in the most desperate and needy kiss. Had he not wanted to take his time he would have devoured you. Nipping at your lip before you open wide, granting his tongue access to your mouth, and he massages your tongue. Dancing around your muscle as your body relaxes into him.

Creating a rhythm of motion that you follow. Grinding on top of him, and swallowing his moans as your delicate fingers discover his chest. His stomach. His arms. Lloyd twists your nipples slightly, and you arch into him, and his rips off the final buttons off his shirt. Jerking the fabric off you, before he lifts you off his body, laying you down on the couch.

You gulp as he spreads your legs apart and gazes at your weeping cunt. Staring at your core like it could solve world hunger. Licking his lips, “Show me how you played with yourself when you thought of me.”

You snake your hand down to your center. Dipping your finger into your juices, and you spread your slick to your clit. Giving the nub a few circles, watching him, while he only stares at your entrance, “You didn’t finger yourself?” You shake your head no, adding more pressure. Circling faster. “Why not?”

“My fingers won’t feel like yours,” he smirks, moving his hand closer, before he clamps it back on your leg, spreading you wider. Allowing him to see more. He wanted this big ass couch for this. You can see it in his naughty eyes.

“But you have other toys?” You give him a nod. More pressure. Faster. “Which was your favorite?”

“A clear one that has confetti in it. He’s eight inches,” he cocks up his brow, “You’re bigger?”

“Shall I get a ruler?”

“I’d rather you didn’t. You can always just show me,” more pressure. Faster.

“What did you do with — him?” Using that pronoun, just like you did. It’s a cute little quirk that you referred to your toys as him.

“I’d fuck myself. Pump him in and out of cunt. Circled my legs around my body pillow while I pretended it was you hovering over me. I even called him Lloyd,” he bites his lip. More pressure. Faster. You rock your body, watching him go weak.

“Sometimes, I’d keep him in me, put my panties on, and sleep with him in there. Wishing he was you, and I was cockwarming you. Did you see me stick him to the wall, while I was on my knees and backing myself on him?” He groans. A wet spot appears on his boxers as his precum ruins them.

“Did you see me put him on the floor while I bounced on top of him? Or maybe…”

“I obsessively saw it all,” his voice is shallow. More pressure. Faster. Whimpering out his name. “I watched you act like a little slut, begging me to fuck you like you deserved. Whining out my name, and daddy,” your cheeks set on fire, but you don’t stop. “And you know the best part?” You shake your head no, mouth going agape as heat coils in your belly. You didn’t have much longer before you were going to be wishing you could close your legs. Quelling the sensation before it gets too much.

“The best part is,” he stops his words as you arch your back. Watching as your walls flutter around nothing. “I wished you were calling me daddy while I fucked my cum into your belly,” the dam breaks, and you sob out his name, trying to close your legs, but he tugs down his boxer, settling over you.

Your vision goes blurry as he runs his leaking tip through your folds. Pushing in the spongy mushroom before trailing it back to your clit. He waits until you regain your sight, smiling as you sit up to stare at his glorious cock, “You think I’m bigger than your stupid toy?”

“Uh huh. And thicker, too,” words trail off as he pushes in a bit more, and you have to watch. Have to see him splitting you in half. Ready to beg him to just fuck you already, but the build up is making it that much sweeter. You want him. Need him. Obsess over him.

“The only toy I want to see in this pretty little pussy, will be a mold of my cock,” you nod your head. Giving him a glance before you’re locked in on him sinking in another inch. Noises you have never heard exiting your mouth. “I want to see you walking around this house, serving me a bourbon, while that toy makes you walk funny.”

Another inch, and you see stars. Your body lighting on fire at the way you connect, mixed with his shameless words of needing to see you always stuffed with him or the fake version of him. “Scrubbing the floor on your knees, so I can see it puckering out of this sweet, beautiful, amazing cunt.”

Another inch. Your fingers grip onto his arms and you realize who you thought was a demon is now the man taking you to heaven. “Have you trained to beg for my cock,” another inch. “Feeling so empty without me,” another inch. “You’ll have tears in my eyes as you fuck yourself, because I won’t until my bourbon is done.”

Another inch. He’s a beautiful asshole, “I’ll drink my bourbon slow or fast. Depending on your behavior,” another inch, and you dare to look down at where the two of you connect, and he still wasn’t fully in.

“Lloyd!” Your hands grab onto his ass, and you attempt to pull him closer to you. Willing him to just finish the mission. Let your body acclimate to his presence before he thrusts into you over and over again.

“And then, my sweet Dolly,” he waits until your eyes are on his. That mouth turning into a devilish grin. “I’m going to watch you clean that cock with your tongue, while I give you what you want. Maybe one day you’ll take a second mold, and I can have every one of your holes stuffed with me. What do you think, hmm?” Another inch.

You think that you can’t think because you’re dizzy with pleasure. Dizzy with a nagging feeling that you need for him to make you dumb with his cock. “Lloyd!”

He slams the rest of his length into your body, and your head lurches up. Ramming into the arm of the couch, and your body goes numb. He is there inside of you. Sweet surrender. Completely settled into your body. “You’re the first woman I have ever fully given myself to,” you aren’t sure if he was talking about his full cock or his mind. But somewhere in between, you think it’s both. You think he means that you are the first woman to have every bit of his soul!

He pulls completely out of you, and you wail. Ready to cry for him not to leave you, but he stabs back in. Creating a show of this motion. Leaving your tunnel slowly, while burying back in with so much force that your body shivers. “I know,” you manage to whisper out, and it’s that moment that you know what he’s talking about.

These months have been this aching long buildup for this moment, and the moments to come. You both teased each other. You both became obsessed with each other. Tested boundaries. And somehow were able to come together for Lyla, and in that weird common territory. You craved him. You were his prey, and he was your predator. You had only just begun this part of your relationship, and you have never felt more at peace. More cherished. Respected. And…

“Lloyd, I love you,” it’s the first time you’ve ever said those words, and meant it. Meant every vowel and consonant. Meant every syllable. Every inflection. It all belonged to him. Because he belongs to you.

His breath is labored as he thrusts deep into you. “I do. I love you, Lloyd. And I’m obsessed with you,” he chuckles. A hand caressing your face. You don’t think he’s going to say anything, and yet, you feel it. Feel the love he has for you coursing through every grind of his hips.

“God, you’ve made me a mess,” his pace quickens, and even though this is addicting, and you’re going to fuck him every chance you get, you just want to snuggle with him. Maybe with his cock inside of you. “And it’s all because,” he needs time to come to grips with the term, and that’s okay by you. You can wait for when he’s ready.

His hips roll into you in the sweetest way, making sure you feel every bit of him. Grinding his stomach on your clit, and his cock stretching you out beautifully. He fits perfectly. He feels perfect. He feels like he’s all yours. Heat bursts into your core, offset by his grunts. He repeats your name over and over again. Punctuated with every push into you.

Your walls clench around him, and you gleam up at him like he was the key to everything good in your life. You need to feel his warmth. “I love you,” he says right as your cunt locks around his cock, and hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep into your belly, and you sigh. “I love you.”

What a fucking trip. It would seem fast, except you two have slowly moved into this phase. Slowly made your way here. “I love you,” you realize he really likes the sound of saying that. Maybe he’s never said it before either. “I love saying that to you because every time I say it, you get this cute dopey little look on your face.”

“It could be because I’ve felt cum in my pussy for the first time.”

“Oh, you and that filthy little mouth. Keep talking, and I’m going to plug you up with one of my fake dicks,” you cock your brow up at him, “Yes, I already have three. Because I want to enjoy playing with your holes. But we’ll get there.”

And you would. Each teasing step of the way, you would.

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2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader)

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay)

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader)

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader)

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader)

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader)

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader)

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader)

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader)

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader)

Day 16: Spanking (Brat!Johnny Storm (CE) x Dom!CEO!Fem!Reader)

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader)

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader)

Day 19: Hate Sex (Robin Buckley x Cheerleader!Fem!Reader)

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader)

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Grumpy!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Sunshine!Innocent!Fem!Reader)

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader)

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader)

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader)

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader)

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader)

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

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¹⁵.⍭ 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover—Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | bunny hybrid!reader, owner!Ari, Mob AU (loosely implied), dom/sub undertones, DD/LG undertones. boss!Ari, mean daddy!Ari and daddy’s mean friends!Andy, Steve & Lloyd. AGE GAP, power imbalance, size difference, breeding programs (for hybrids). SMUT - minors DNI, boot riding, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, finger sucking/gagging, dacryphilia, size kink, fingering (f, v & a), spit kink, bulge suckling (over pants?), p*ssy slapping, balls sucking, oral (m), squirting, overstimulation.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. Written for Kinktober 2022, loosely based on this ask. 

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𝗔/𝗡 | *reposted bc it was causing me problems.* consider this my crossover fic for kinktober if my other one doesn’t come in time. aside from the mafia, ari and his friends work in the breeding industry too. dear anon, i'm so sorry i basically changed your whole request !! ari owns me !! Title from Put Me in a Movie by Lana Del Rey. No gifs/photos belong to me, check the Pinterest board on my kinktober masterlist, all credits go to the original creators. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There are a lot of things that Ari is thankful for. From his respected family name, his close friends, and the luck or diligence that has gotten him this far. Given the number of bullets he’s dodged growing up, it’s a wonder he ever got to the top in the end. But right now, he’s most grateful for you, his little pet, on your knees and drooling all over his knee. He loved when you were a pathetic mess. 

Another whimper slips out from your lips, drawing all eyes to you once more. 

“Bunny, what did I say?”

You quickly wipe the spit from your face and strain to meet his eyes, your hips stutter when he raises his foot as you grind down, torturing your soppy folds with a single motion. 

“To b-be quiet…” You clutch at his pants, dropping your head in submission. “Sorry, daddy.”

Ari’s gaze softens. He reaches out and pets your head, lightly brushing the soft fur of your ears, making you purr. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re just a dumb little bunny. You’re lucky daddy’s friends are so patient with all of your interruptions—” He slips his digits into your mouth and forcefully turns your head, “—you should apologize to them.”

Your gaze falls on the man next to him and those thick thighs straining against his wool slacks. “I-I’m so-wwy…” Your eyes drift over each of them, shivers crawling down your spine at their intimidating stares. “I—” Ari jams his fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag and saliva drip down your chin. “So-ugh-rry! I’m sorry for interruptin’!”  

“I don’t know if I forgive you, pet.” Mr. Hansen tsks from the other couch, “why don’t you show me if all of that wasted time is worth it?”

His words would’ve gone ignored if Ari didn’t choke you on his fingers again, pulling you out of that dizzy headspace. You suckle on his digits and heave, tears well in your eyes as your panties get slicker. Rocking faster and harder, you chase that euphoria that makes your clit tingle. Pitiful whimpers escape your full mouth, you don’t want to stop, it feels too good. 

Ari’s fingers withdraw from your mouth with a lewd pop, “C’mon, we don’t have all day.” He points up his foot, making you cry out. 

You quickly raise your hips and bend over, nuzzling your owner’s crotch while the other men leer at the shiny leather and soaked fabric covering your mound. Just spotting the sticky outline of your swollen folds and your needy button begging for relief. 

“We can’t see anything with your wet panties in the way, dummy.” Mr. Rogers chuckles, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Take ‘em off.” 

With a final nod from Ari, you slip off your underwear. The rush of cold draws a gasp from your throat, and your hot, weepy centre is not only victim to the cool air, but the eager eyes of your owner’s friends. Cream coats your pussy and your hole clenches around nothing, your puffy clit showing just how much you’ve been teased. After all, you have been riding Ari’s boot since the ‘meeting’ started. 

Your knees are sore but you don’t care, you wanted any piece of Ari he would offer. Aching for him and his warmth, you whine and feebly attempt to get closer from your position between his spread thighs. Your cheek presses against his stiff bulge and your mouth waters for his heavy weight on your tongue—but you’ve been a bad, interruptive bunny, you don’t deserve playtime with daddy. 

“Poor baby, why are you crying?” Mr. Barber asks, dark eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“Want—I want daddy’s cock,” your bottom lip trembles, “wanna suck his dick and taste his cum.” 

A switch flips and Mr. Barber smirks, all of the worry replaced with sick glee. “Are you sure you just want his cock? I’ve heard you love having his sack on your face and sometimes you just suck on his balls.” His words only make you cry harder out of pure want. You nod helplessly, making all of the men chuckle. “Sweet bunny wants daddy’s milk so bad, you’ll just—what did you call it, Ari?” 

“Nurse on my balls,” Ari answers smugly, rubbing your head. “She’ll just wait until I’m close and shove my cock down her throat. I’m surprised she has room in her tummy at all—pretty thing always wants to taste my cum.” 

“What a slutty cum-bunny.” Mr. Hansen’s eyes are still locked on your drippy cunt. “She has cum for brains, I bet.” 

“Curtis and Bucky are gonna be pissed when they hear about what they missed.” Mr. Rogers snorts, “they both have a thing for little cum dummies.” 

“Well then, maybe next time they should keep their word.” Ari rubs that special spot behind your furry ear, making your eyes glaze over and your jaw go slack. They could almost see every thought leave your head. “Right, pet? Aren't Curtis and Bucky just so mean to forget about you?”

You nod in a daze, staring up at him with so much love and trust that he almost devours you right there. “So m-mean, daddy…” 

You don’t notice that the other men have moved closer, Steve and Lloyd looming behind you while Andy inches closer. His fingers trace to your other sweet spot behind your other ear and you nearly forget to breathe. Their gentle touch could soothe you to sleep like a lullaby and also make you immensely needier from the sensitivity. You know it’s more of the latter considering the heat fluttering in your stomach. 

“Sweet, submissive girls like you shouldn’t ever be pushed aside. You deserve the spotlight.” Mr. Barber coos gently, “Don’t you agree, fellas?”

“She’s meant to be a star.” Lloyd crouches down behind you, slowly slicing your nightie with his knife, the silk falling to the floor and exposing more of your glowy skin. He leans close, inhaling your sweet, heady scent. “You wanna be a star, bunny?”

Again, you nod. “Yes, pl-please.” You say politely, jumping when Steve’s hand lands on your ankle, prompting you to spread your legs wider. 

“I think you need to ask your daddy, dummy.” The blond tuts. 

You lean forward, arching your back just like your daddy taught you—your owner liked it and his friends did too. A broken whine flows from your lips when someone brushes your puffy tail at the same time one long finger pierces your tight cunt, sliding knuckle deep and teasingly brushing your spot. 

You turn just in time to watch Lloyd spit, his saliva runs down your puckered hole to your cunt, joining your creaminess. You moan and bite your lip, wiggling your bum in a silent plea. The brunet smirks knowingly and spits twice more, this time, getting close enough for it to harshly splatter on your rosebud and sticky pussy.

“Dirty bunny, you’re such a good little set of holes.” He praises, pulling out his finger to trail up and down your slit, smearing your wetness. “Been too fuckin’ long since I’ve had a taste.” 

Your head snaps up, “Can Mr. Hansen taste me, daddy?”

Ari makes a thoughtful hum, “You want him to lick your pussy?”

“And o-other things…” You exhale shakily when Lloyd’s fingers return to your hungry hole, penetrating and easily building a slow and steady pace, “I want him to, uhm, suck on my thingy…”

“On your what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “my bunny button.” You were his plaything, his obedient pet, but you could never get used to saying nasty things. “I want—can Mr. Hansen suck on m-my bunny button, daddy?” You give him your best pout and even tuck your hands under your chin, “can he?” Your white ears fall slack against your cheeks, framing your face.  

He always said that if you were a real bunny, your ears would drag on the floor and you’d trip on them. 

Ari stares down at you, his head cocked to the side and his long brown hair brushing his cheekbones. “No. You didn’t say please.” 

Your ears perk up in distress, “But—” Your voice breaks into a squeal when Steve grips your tail firmly. 

“Better watch your next words, bunny.” 

“I-I wasn’t gonna say something bad…” You shrink under all of their hard gazes, trapped under the shady blue. “Never say anythin’ bad to daddy… I promise, just ask him. Right, daddy? I don’t say anythin’ bad?”

Ari squints playfully, “but were you thinking of saying something bad?”

“No! Always thinkin’ nothing!”

The men laugh at your cluelessness. 

Steve loosens his grip and threads his fingers through the soft fur of your tail, “You’re so soft, bunny. Your daddy takes such good care of you, keeping you all clean, healthy and pretty. You know how many other bunnies would be jealous that they don’t have a good daddy like you do?” 

You don’t want to think of that. Regardless if he meant it, your mind instantly went to other bunnies taking your daddy. You’d never let that happen! You despised being away from him for more than a day and couldn’t handle losing him to someone else. 

You hated thinking about it, but your short time in the breeding program was the loneliest you’ve ever felt. The silent darkness would eat you up, only to spit you out when your next appointment came. Thankfully, you were never bred because Ari saved you before that, but you heard horror stories about the sessions from his friends. 

Those tales are lived nightmares for some, where your kind is reduced to nothing but a hole, fucked and tossed aside until a more fertile subject came along. 

Hybrid numbers have been declining for decades, and in turn, the breeding industry has been steadily growing until recent years when the business started booming. Your kind was bought and sold, traded around until landing in the breeding program put in place to fix the diminishing numbers. 

That’s where you were before Ari found you, unowned and desperate for any sort of connection. That’s why you latched onto him so tightly, clung to him like he was your lifetime—because that’s what he was. You never had an owner before him, so you didn’t know what was expected of you. Ari, as patient as can be, taught you everything you know and continues to give you lessons every day. 

You’ve only made it this far because of him. Of course, you wanted to save the other hybrids, but you refused to give up your daddy. 

Craving that sugary-sweet intimacy, you start pawing at his crotch but fail to unbuckle his belt. “Your cock please, daddy.”  

“I think Steve asked you a question.”

Frustrated and upset, you faceplant on his dick dramatically, you wanted to at least mouth at his bulge, but he didn't give you permission yet. You weren’t a naughty bunny, but you didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to speak, you just wanted to feel close to Ari and have him in your mouth. “Ugh! Don’t know! L-Lots?!”

“All of them.” Another finger slips in alongside Lloyd’s and both slowly stretch out your hole, prying you open. “All those whores in the breeding industry wish they could be you. Getting coddled, loved on, and given everything you could ever ask for…” 

“Your daddy saved you from there, bunny.” Andy finishes with a pointed look, “You better be grateful or else he’s sending you back.” 

Ari wouldn’t ever do that, but he doesn’t correct his friend. He wants to see those fat tears pour from your eyes.

“No, daddy! Don’t send me back!” As if on cue, you start crying again. Not only from the fear of going back to that terrible industry and losing your daddy but the four fingers stuffed into your pussy and working you open thoroughly. They hit deep and in sync, splitting you wide as more spit splatters on your core. Your stomach tightens as a mixture of their saliva and your slick dribbles onto the floor. 

Daddy was gonna make you clean that up later, you just knew it. 

“Where are your manners?” A palm collides with your ass and the pain sizzles up your spine to your foggy head, shoving you deep under. 

You struggle to meet your owner’s gaze with most of your upper body weight on his lap, and if you could, you’d crawl into his warmth. Even now, your body has a mind of its own and thrusts against the two hands behind you, “Please, daddy, don’t send me back… I love you.”  

The three other men snicker about how cute you are. 

You can’t hear them very well over the rush of blood flowing through your head. You squeak when a finger circles your rosebud, and doesn’t waste any time in sliding to the hilt. Your bones turn to sludge and your face lands on Ari’s hard cock again. 

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he smiles, “And, I love you, bunny.” He pets you before securing a hand on the back of your head, shifting his hips until his dick rubs against your lips. Your mouth opens automatically and you suckle at his bulge, tongue gliding over the denim. 

“Look at that, bunny still wants daddy’s milk,” Andy murmurs, wiping your tears before sucking them off his fingers, groaning lowly at the bitter taste. 

“She’s gonna get a lot of milk today,” Ari growls. 

With your eyes shut in bliss, you fuck yourself on Lloyd and Steve’s fingers, muffled ah, ah, ah’s pouring out into the hot air, harmonizing with the sopping wet sounds. Their fingers are so big and thick, and even though they aren’t your daddy’s, they’re good in a different way. Good enough to make your thighs quiver as they speed up. 

“Little bunny is going dumb.” Lloyd mocks, increasing his pace as your juices run down his arm, “Steve, fit two more.” 

You see the light for a millisecond as all touches abandon both of your holes. The air fills your lungs with a deep inhale before you’re plunged into the depths again. Lloyd has replaced Steve’s two fingers in your cunt, filling you up with four of his, immediately hooking inside you to hit that rough patch. He pumps into you, feeling awfully tempted to slip his thumb in and give you something to really cry about—none of this you didn’t say please bullshit.

A warmth brushes your face before the familiar musk seeps into your head. Your eyes shoot open and you latch onto Ari’s sack, nuzzling your nose into his pubic hair to take one of his balls in your mouth. Low purrs ripple from your throat, sending vibrations through his body. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” He jerks his leaky cock, breathing heavily. “Good bunny, such a good little pet for daddy. Finally getting what you want. Thank me for all the fuckin’ cum I’ve given you.” 

Andy is unable to look away from your full mouth struggling to both of Ari’s balls, you’re trying so hard but you’re so small and dumb, nearly choking yourself. Your saliva smears down your chin, following in the trails of your previous tears, making you look like the perfect slutty pet. 

“Look at you, nursing on daddy’s sack.” Ari grunts, tapping your temple until your eyes flutter open. “Stupid baby loves having all of her holes filled, she’ll just cry if she doesn’t get daddy’s milk.”

You nod dumbly, blinking up at him through watery eyes, still messily suckling his sack. You sneak a few licks up his length, tracing those prominent veins with your tongue. 

Ari gathers the droplets from your face and brings them to his mouth again, “Fuckin’ cumdump crybaby, keep those tears coming, you know how much we love the taste.”

You hope you’re giving them all that they want— your tight holes, your salty tears, and giving your daddy his special thank you. You don’t realize you’re close until someone tugs on your tail, prompting a rush of slick to flow down your thighs and the elastic in your tummy to tighten. 

Steve’s fingers prod at your puckered hole before penetrating, he works you up to it. Starting with one that’s soaked with your arousal and his saliva before adding the next and spitting some more, then repeating until he has four fingers in your tightest hole. 

Too much, you try to say but your mouth is occupied. 

“I know you can take four, dumb bunny. You’ve had two cock’s up here before.” His Brooklyn accent rings in your head, along with your daddy’s deep groans. 

You fall further forward, trying to escape the eight fingers spearing you open. 

Ari grabs both of your ears and pulls you off his balls. A string of saliva connects your lips to his wet skin. “Why are you being bad, sweetie?” 

You struggle to speak with swollen lips and a sore jaw. “N-Not, daddy!”

“Now you’re being a liar too?”

You sniffle, hiccuping a quiet sob. “It was just—too much, daddy…”

Beside Ari, Andy rubs over the tent in his slacks, hungrily eating up your sad little face. “Sounds like you really want to go back to the breeding program. Is that what you want? Because I’ll have my friends take you back there tonight, you won’t even get a final sleep in your princess bed or your pretty cage.” 

“No, no, please.” You beg, pressing your face into Ari’s thigh. “Don’t wanna go back ever, daddy.”

He pets you gently, calming you down and moving your face back to his crotch. “Better make it up to those nice men behind you then, bunny.” 

Now a sniffling mess, completely caught between the pleasure of their dexterous fingers and the nervousness filling your heart, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please, forgive me—” Your tail is tugged and you’re forcefully pulled back onto their rough hands. You mewl, arching your back before you latch onto Ari’s sack again. 

From this angle, the two men look enormous. Their wide shoulders squared, and the light fanning around their heads like a halo. They’re all you can see, your daddy is all you can taste, and Steve and Lloyd are all you can feel. 

You don’t know how long they play with you, all you know is that Steve and Lloyd have successfully covered you in their spit, stretched you open, tortured your clit and spanked your ass raw. One after the other, their palms strike your behind, turning you into a stupid, blubbering mess. 

Ari has alternated between pulling your sensitive ears and squeezing them. Right now, your furry ears are held back by his hand so he could watch you slobber all over his heavy sack. “You gonna come, bunny? Show daddy’s friends how messy you can be, how much you fuckin’ love being used like a little fleshlight.”  

Your gaze falls onto Andy, and more importantly, his unbuttoned shirt and massive length dwarfing your hand. Your fingers can’t meet around him entirely, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking into your fist. He controls your pace too, guiding your hand with his larger ones, making you squeeze his base and rub over the drippy tip. 

“Cocksleeve, cumrag, cumdump, fleshlight—wish there was something we could call you for loving balls so much.” 

“Sackslut.” Lloyd chuckles cruelly, “ballsbitch.”

“Ain’t that cute? Are you gonna thank Lloyd for giving you such pretty names, bunny?” Ari asks. 

You would if you could but you were so all over the place, stretched out between four dominant men until you were a thin sheet of silk, floating in the wind and going wherever the breeze took you. 

This particular breeze brought you to garbled moans and unstoppable tears. 

Ari and Andy’s dark eyes lock on your face contorted in helplessness, their jaws clenched tight under their thick beards. 

Just barely, you recall when they passed you around like a doll, making you ride their faces one after the other, rubbing your poor folds raw with their facial hair. You couldn’t walk for days after that, Ari had to carry you around like a real pet and bring you to all his meetings. Oh, and you had to look at all of his business partners that day, knowing well enough that five of them—counting Mr. Everett and Mr. Barnes—would be staying back because of Mr. Levinson’s famous hospitality. 

They were as big and bad as your daddy, and just like him, they could be mean and cold-hearted but also sweet-talkers who gave the best kisses and cuddles, always bringing you gifts and turning your world into an array of colours and tingles. 

Ari was everything you could have wished for, and his friends only multiplied that. 

You’ve never had an owner or a daddy, and now it feels like you have six. 

All it takes is Ari roughly tugging your ears when Steve pulls your tail for the wave to crash over. You cry out obscenely as blinding white erupts in your mind. Ari and Andy hiss when your nails pierce their thighs, locking them close as tremors rock through you. 

Your juices spurt out, coating Lloyd’s hand and adding to the pathetic mess below. Your cunt convulses, forcing his fingers out as Steve becomes relentless, hungry for those little twitches and gasps you do whenever it gets too much. Right now, he wants it to be too much. 

“Keep sucking on daddy’s balls, bunny.” 

Pre cum smears on your face as you nuzzle deeper, suckling on his sack greedily through irregular breaths and sobs. Your knees are numb from the position and when Steve finally yields, you collapse forward. 

“M-Milk, daddy.”

“Not yet, baby.” Ari hisses, his arm veins tense as he fists his base, fighting off his high but you’re greedy. You sloppily kiss up the underside of his length, just reaching the bulbous tip before he shoves you away. “I said not yet. You’re lucky if you even get a drop after that.” 

“But I want you, daddy.” You weep, gnawing at his pant-clad thigh, your spit soaks the fabric. “Please, want you so bad—need you.” 

Despite your pleas, he halfheartedly tucks himself away. Your bottom lip trembles when his throbbing flesh is back in his pants, the bulge still proudly prominent but you can’t see him, taste him. Andy follows suit and soon, you’re the only one still exposed. Sweaty, aching and ruined, knelt between the four of them like vulnerable prey. 

Ari pets your spot. “I know you do, but remember what we were talking about before?”

Disoriented, you shake your head. Your orgasm still prickles at your skin, low vibrations flowing through your system as it dies down. You're about to ask him to clarify when a harsh spank lands on your clit. The burn is soothed by two, rough fingers. They circle your nub harshly, making you weakly squirt again.

“Poor bunny button—so swollen, huh? I bet it hurts if I just—” Steve is cut off by your whimper as he pinches your clit. Meanly rolling the nub between his fingers, bullying your most sensitive spot. 

“Steve, she can’t think if you’re doing that.” Ari chastises. 

“She doesn’t think anyway.” Lloyd rubs up your back, feeling the heat of your flesh. “She’s just a dumb and ditzy baby.” 

Steve begrudgingly obeys. He just loved your bunny button—playing with it, sucking it, he loved watching it get swollen and responsive. He has yet to convince Ari to try out other methods of stimulating your tasty nub, but he refuses to give up. 

After giving you a final pinch, he pulls away and licks his fingers, unable to resist your taste. “Remember last time, pet? Just you, your daddy and me.” 

“She wanted you instead of me.” Ari scowls bitterly, “you like him more than me?”

“No, daddy! I just—” It was Ari’s beard. He had ruined you the previous night, eating you for dessert in the car back home and for breakfast the next morning. You couldn’t handle that coarse treatment thrice in a row. 

Steve pinches your button again. “She thought she took the easy way out.” 

Out of all of your daddy’s friends, Steve was always clean-shaven, so he was less brutal on your cunt, but he loved to torture you. Overstimulation was his favourite thing and he’d draw orgasm after orgasm out of you, making you fall into a heap of sweat, spit, and cum. And while you’re half-conscious, he’d torment your clit until you fully woke up again. 

Lloyd crawls next to you, cupping your face with the same hand that was knuckle-deep inside you. “Ask your daddy to make you a star.” 

Another slap on your cunt has you falling forward and tears springing from your eyes. Your cheek lands on Ari’s thigh and his muscles flex under his slacks. You’re so close to his cock, a few inches more and you could suck him through his pants. 

“God, what are these fuckin’ ears for.” Lloyd huffs, “did you hear me? I said to ask daddy to make you a star.” 

You gulp nervously, “Can I, uh, please be a star, daddy?”

“How could I deny you when you ask so nicely…” He trails off, his voice leading the way for the rest of your senses to slowly flood back in. 

They come in pieces, from the sunlight pouring in through the sheer blinds, to the feel of the velvet couch before you, and to the smell of sweat and sex in the air. 

“To make you a star, we’ll have to make a movie, bunny.” Ari tilts your head up with his knuckle, “You wanna make a movie with daddy and his friends?” 

Making a movie? Like the ones you’ve seen on television with the explosions, convoluted storylines and ambiguous endings? You couldn’t imagine yourself in one of those. 

“What kind of movie?”

“Oh, just a special one. It’ll show how close we all are, and how much we love you.” Ari explains loosely in a low tone, “how much you love us… how much you love what we do to you.” 

Without much thought, you agree. “Okay, daddy, we can make a movie.” 

All of their faces break out in matching grins, brighter than the sun and stars combined but with endless sin lingering behind. 

Ari raises his hand and the tall, glass french doors open, and two men enter. One is younger with frosted tips and circular glasses. The other has long hair that brushes his swaying shoulders and a sick twinkle in his eyes. 

You wonder how long they've been waiting, or if they saw what just happened, but your short attention span brings you to the strange things they’re carrying in. 

It’s a bunch of equipment you’ve never seen before, from cameras to lights and a discrete black box. 

“That’s Jensen and Mr. Pronge. Daddy picked them just for you, they’re the best in the business and they’re gonna help us make you a star.” Ari pets your special spot again, making your head fall slack on his thigh, inches from his clothed throbbing length. “Because my bunny is so perfect that the whole fuckin’ world deserves to know it.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my kinktober should’ve just been called Aritober bc he’s taking over my life. I also wrote another character coming to ‘help make the movie,’ a certain Dr. D but took it out, I wouldn’t mind posting the little drabble though 👹

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check my kinktober masterlist for the doctor ransom drabble !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[hansensgirl]

𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (☠︎)

summary. — A HARV(AMPIRE)ARD LEGACY — mr. hansen has a mess for you, and as his maid, you have no choice but to clean it up.

pairings. — dark!boss!Lloyd Hansen x maid!fem!reader.

warnings. — DUBCON, dark themes, coercion, manipulation, boss/employee, perversion, smut, Sir kink, balls in mouth, male masturbation, (f) grinding on a shoe, degradation, mild praise, pet names (sweetheart), mentions of licking a shoe, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — 1.4k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

The way Mr. Hansen whispers your name is a harsh contrast from when he shouted it a few moments before, telling you to come to his office and help him out with something. As his maid, you rushed your way over to his room as soon as you could. 

“That’s it—there you go, slut,” he grunts, left hand pushing your head further towards his balls and his other fists his cock. Beads of pre-cum leak from his tip, dripping down the side of his shaft to his sack, where you drink it all up. “What a fucking cockwhore.”

Lloyd strokes his dick as you enthusiastically lap at his balls with your tongue. He keeps his gaze trained on you, admiring the glazed-over look on your face and your desperation to help your boss out. “Good girl. Always knew you’d love suckin’ on my balls, bitch.”

His foot wiggles side to side just a little bit, but it’s enough to have you whining even louder. Your hips gyrate as you heed one of sir’s orders—rub that cunt on my foot, sweetheart. The leather shines with your slick, not polish. The tip of the loafer nudges at your drooling fuckhole, arousal making a mess everywhere.

“Look at that… My cock’s bigger than your fuckin’ face, sweetheart,” Lloyd chuckles, the size difference making him throb in his hand. Or is that from the vibrations your lewd sounds are causing? “My god...”

You slobber all over his sack, trying to fit both of his balls in your mouth because you figure it’ll make the pleasure come in tenfold for him. It’s amusing to your boss—how much of a slut you are for him. He doesn’t even have to ask you to do better—in fact, he may have to tell you to take it easy, or else you’re going to choke.

But maybe Lloyd wants to see you gag and sputter while you try to take more of his sack into your mouth. You suck on his balls with the perfect amount of determination. Your eyebrows are raised slightly, and you drag your tongue against the heavy skin.

“Such a dirty little girl. Sucking on my fat balls and humping my foot like a bitch in heat. You’re lucky you’re cute, even if you look pathetic,” Lloyd spits, cock glistening as he catches some of his pre-cum and uses it as lube. “Bet you can barely think straight down there. Just focused on making me feel good.”

You hum against his sack, and Lloyd curses loudly from the sensation. If he had known you’d be such an eager little thing, he’d have shoved his balls into your mouth way earlier. 

While your boss’s hand glides on his shaft, your pussy rubs against his shoe with equal ease. The nerves on your clit are alight with a pleasurable fire that spreads heat through your entire body. You alternate between kissing, licking, and sucking lightly. 

The pop that resounds when you let go makes you whine—and you quickly try and get him back in your mouth. “Atta girl. I might as well give you a promotion with the way you’re working so hard for my cum.”

It’s almost as if you lose control of your movements, too caught up in making Lloyd feel good. Your hips come to a halt, but when he immediately squeezes your neck, you resume your quick, needy humping.

“But it doesn’t matter, does it? You were my slut since day one, sweetheart,” he grunts before pulling you away from his crotch. He slows down the pace at which he fucks his hand. Lloyd leans down a bit, tilting your head back and he squints his eyes. “Pretty, pretty girl… You’re all ruined, baby. You don’t care, do you? You just want to please Mr. Hansen.”

He watches you carefully, admiring your tears and spit-covered mouth. The tinted lip gloss he applied for you when you arrived is all smeared, and even its remnants are gone with the way you’re all messy. Strings of saliva keep you connected to his cock, and you try to move forward and resume playing with his balls.

“Nuh-uh-uh. Good sluts like you don’t call the shots. I do. And you’re my good little whore, aren’t you, baby?” Lloyd questions, shifting his foot against to make you cry out softly. “Uh-huh. ‘M your good little wh– whore, Sir,” you repeat, learnt from the other men in your life. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. You want my cock so badly, don’t you? Just wanna get that slut-mouth on my balls and slobber all over them, hm?” Mr. Hansen further prods. You make the arms you’ve got wrapped around his calf even tighter, wanting to be close to him in some way. Too out of breath, you simply nod your head. 

“Poor thing. You’re addicted to cock, aren’t you?” 

Again, you nod your head. Lloyd coos at you. “Can barely go without it—always begging for it. Is that why you’re such a cocktease? Making me so hard all the damn time.”

He pulls you back towards his cock, but he tells you to pick up the pace before that. “Can’t wait to see you come all over my shoes, sweetheart. These are expensive, y’know, and I’d hate to have to get another pair…”

Your body moves at a pace that tries to rival your mouth. You suck on one of his balls, and you use one of your hands to cradle the other, stroking it lightly. You try to give both equal attention, but it’s hard as your climax begins to rise.

The noises you make are louder and more pathetic, moans causing vibrations that bring Lloyd closer to his own release. Your mouth parts as wide as it can and you try to take his entire sack again. 

Mr. Hansen says all kinds of dirty, mean things about your desperation. Things that your step dad said when he learned about it, but in contrast, Ari soothed the burn of his words immediately.

Lloyd doesn’t.

“C’mon. Make a mess on my shoe, sweetheart. Cover it in your cream, baby,” he urges, and on his demand, your body seizes before thrashing as much as the lack of space lets you. “Good girl—good whore,” Lloyd marvels, watching as your eyes squeeze shut.

Though your cunt is spasming on his foot, your mouth doesn’t relent. Your clit throbs and jolts are sent throughout your body when you try to ride out your orgasm, unable to handle the feeling. It’s adorable, really. 

Usually, it’s someone else who’s torturing your itty bitty cunt. And when you (try to) run away, they manage to pull you back and bully your pussy even more. Lloyd’s mean—quite possibly meaner than Daddy or Ransom. So it’s odd to be granted such freedom to just stop when he is the most likely—most obvious, person to make you keep going.

“Aw, poor baby… That little snatch can’t handle a li’l bit of rubbin’? How cute,” Mr. Hansen coos, and he picks up the pace of his hand. The older man is close, groans and growls rumbling in his chest. “If you didn’t have my balls stuffed in your pretty mouth, I’d make you keep going ‘till you’re squirting all over my shoe.”

You whimper—he’s just like them. The men who bring you to the land of pleasure and make you tread on the line of pain that you can’t get enough of. Even when you’re crying and begging you still take it like a good girl.

“Either way, you’re still gonna clean up after yourself, right, sweetheart?” he roughly questions, eyebrows furrowing slightly. With one of his heavy balls in your mouth, you nod your head and lick at the skin like it’s your favourite popsicle. “Good girl. Gonna lick it all up for me, shine my shoe with that cock-loving mouth.”

Before you can even say or think of anything, Lloyd pulls you away from his sack and moves you upwards. He shoves the bulbous head of his cock into your mouth, and the musky taste of his balls is dulled away from the saltiness of his cum.

Ribbons of spunk shoot into your mouth and fill it up. It’s almost neverending with the way he’s emptying his seed. Afraid of ruining the moment for him, you swallow like how Stevie taught you. Lloyd sighs softly when your lips and cheeks tighten around him slightly.

“Shit… Such a talented little mouth. And an eager whore, too,” your boss whispers, locking eyes with your doe-like ones. He pulls you off gently, cock sensitive yet still hard. “How about you put it to use and make my shoe look all brand new? That’s what maids are for, anyway.”

[ronearoundblindly]

You really got to start limiting my asks lol

V or Z for Johnny or Lloyd

-👜

WHAT?! I have to CHOOSE?? How unfair...

FINE.

I will choose one of each because that's totally how that was supposed to go.

From this dirty ask game and not for all ages, folks. MINORS DNI.

V - Voyeurism

If you're shocked this man likes an audience, then I can't help you.

YA BLIND, GURL. YA NOT LISTENING.

Johnny lives for the showmanship. In fact, I think it's a big part of the experience of sex with him overall. That's his way of awakening the senses, basically. He points out how hard you make him. He makes a little extra noise in your ear. He kinda narrates what you doing something does to him: touching yourself, looking at him, your scent, what you sound like, etc.

Man loves to hear himself talk, yes, but it's mighty delightful--and actually lightens the mood when/if you're feeling self-conscious.

Johnny enjoys all forms of voyeurism, too. He wants the sneaky nudes and vids you send him. He hoards the ones he takes. There's been at least one time where he faked being asleep when you were clearly needy beside him and listened intently to you using a toy on yourself. Mostly, he's proud of himself for not breaking the act, turning over, and fucking you into the mattress. He couldn't figure out a way to reach his phone and record the audio though. Shame.

I'd go so far as to say watching is a big part of foreplay to Mr. Storm because when he gets his hands on you, it's more wild and rushed than you might imagine...

Z - Zones

Lloyd Motherfuckin Hansen, you totally gorgeous asshole. We know you play constant games. We know you like to trick people.

I don't know that Lloyd gets enjoyment from the physical sensation of any part of his body... This man enjoys the symbolism of where you kiss more than anything else.

Treat him like a king. Kiss his feet or the ring on his finger. Drop to your knees and take his cock deep in your throat. Show him he owns you. Show him you're his slave. That's the way to this guy's black, charred, and pissed-on heart.

You'd be surprised at how many typical-affections turn him off or make him angry, actually, so he'll let you grope at him and dig your nails into his back but kissing along his body in the heat of the moment--i.e. if he has not ordered you to do so--will get you shoved away or smacked across the face.

I don't make them rules. That's Lloyd. That's just straight up Lloyd. He bites you. You do not bite him.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[mdemontespan1667]

A Night To Remember

Lloyd Hansen and Reader

Warnings: Vaginal Sex/Choking/Spitting/Cheating (Reader)/Degradation

I wrote this drabble while I was trying to write something else. Hope you like it.

“Look at that perfect, tight pussy taking my big dick.”

Glancing down, you watched Lloyd’s impressive cock slide in and out, shiny from your slick. 

You moaned, low and aching.

Lloyd leaned forward, his mustache tickling your ear.

“You’re nothing but a needy slut, aren’t you.”

“Uh, I…”

“Aren’t you.”

His words bounced off the imported Italian marble walls.

“Ye….Yes.”

“Yes what.”

“Yes..I…I’m a needy..oh God..I’m a needy….slut.”

Lloyd snapped his hips faster.

Obscene sounds filled the small executive bathroom.

He spit on your partially exposed breasts.

“Play with your tits.”

Without hesitation you rolled your already peaked nipples between your fingers, driving your lust higher.

Without your arms to brace yourself your body flopped wildly on the Teak countertop.

Lloyd chuckled.

“Dirty whore. Letting a complete stranger fuck you while your husband’s schmoozing downstairs.”

He was right.

You should feel guilty.

Should make him stop.

It was Stark’s Halloween party after all.

But here you were, 20’s style Flapper dress rucked up around your waist, breasts popped over the beaded bodice.

“Does your precious Steve Rogers get your pussy all wet like this, stretch that hole like me?”

Unable to form a coherent sentence you shook your head.

His fingers dug into your hips.

You were so far gone you didn’t care if he left bruises. 

“I’m getting close Pumpkin. You better sort yourself out if you don’t want to get left behind.”

Desperate to cum, your hand dropped between your gyrating bodies.

“Damn, you’re just a dumb bitch in heat.”

You flicked your swollen nub faster, the palm of your other hand rubbing against first one, then the other nipple.

“Oh God…..I’m…”

Your walls clenched around Lloyd’s thick cock.

He batted your hand away, his thumb lashing your clit mercilessly.

“There..there..right…ahhh.”

The orgasm hit you like a freight train, body locking in momentary ecstasy. 

Lloyd threw your legs over his shoulders, perfectly maicured hand wrapped around your throat.

He slammed into you like a jackhammer, each thrust vibrating painfully.

Tears stained your cheeks, the pleasure/pain almost too much.

“You can take it Slut” Lyoyd ground out, “Pussy’s like a goddamn vice.”

His grip tightened on your neck.

“Lloyd..I’m…”

He completely closed your airway.

Black spots danced in your vision as the hardest orgasm of your life careened through you.

Everything tingled, caught fire.

You clawed at his hand, lungs burning for air.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”

Lloyd’s rhythm faltered.

 Then he was cumming inside you, your cunt milking every last drop.

With a final, violent shove he released you, dropping your legs.

Gulping air, you coughed, collapsing against the mirror. 

“You made a mess all over my dick Cupcake.”

He tucked himself away, buckling the fitted black pants.

“I should make you lick me clean.”

Lloyd checked himself out in the mirror, adjusting his collar. 

Conceited man hadn’t bothered with a costume.

His finger ran down your slit, dabbing the dampness on his neck and wrists.

“It’ll be more fun to see if Stevie boy can smell that sweet pussy.”

He pushed the heavy, wood door open.

Glancing back he flashed a sinister smile.

“You look like shit Buttercup.”

The door swung shut behind him but not before his voice boomed.

“Hey Rogers. We finally have something in common.” 

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[imyourbratzdoll]

HEAR ME OUT: Lloyd Hansen being overpowered/ dominated by reader 🫣

No, no. HEAR ME OUT— reader blinding Lloyd and teasing him with his own weapons, edging him and filming him. Before leaving him needy and leaking with so much pre-cum that there’s a puddle on the floor.

[biteofcherry]

In a want to be spanked so good mood 🥺🍑🤭

over Steve’s knee, with his bare hand

zip-tied and paddled by Lloyd

on pristine sheets, with Andy’s belt

against the wall, taking it from Bucky’s metal hand 

squirming on tiptoes from Ari’s lashes 

[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | pegging

pairing | sub!lloyd hansen x top!reader

warnings | whiny!sub!lloyd >:-), top!reader, some mocking and degradation (from reader)

word count | 402

this one. i've been dreading it a little, lol. but honestly it could've gone in a few different directions. sweet!bottom jakey maybe, or we could've revisited poor baby bottom!bucky... but you know who i've honestly just been dying to write since his movie came out? the little shit who throws a tantrum and stomps in a fucking puddle, that's who, ❤️whiny!sub!lloyd, my beloved❤️ like don't you just wanna tie this man's hands behind his back, bend him the fuck over, strip him down to his baby blue boxers, and listen to his pretty little whimpers and pleas 😍 neither of you can tell if he's more excited or nervous, poor thing's got a little wet patch on his undies where he's already leaking precum, he just can't help it 🥺 you know the little bastard can't keep his mouth shut so in goes the ballgag, and you're humming, "look so pretty for me, baby. aww, you already drooling all over yourself, handsome? so needy, aren't you?" he's bucking his hips impatiently as you work your hand back over along his clenched cheeks. "ease up for me, baby. c'mon, i know what you need. let me take care of you" when the boxers are gone, fingers lubed up, words couldn't describe the ecstasy in his voice as you push two digits in. the little noises he's making through his gag are so sweet, so pathetic. "so ready for me, aren't you, honey? my my," you chuckle as you ease in a third. he's of course fucking himself back against your hand 😌 when you replace your fingers with the slick rubber tip of your strap, he's got tears in his eyes as he whimpers and whines. "fuck sweetheart," you grunt as you ease into him. "look at you, taking me so well. good fucking boy," he chokes on a sob as your hand reaches around to tease over his neglected cock. "poor little baby, not gonna last, are you?" it's pitiful how quickly he's brought to the edge by your steady thrusts and fingers ghosting over his length. angling yourself a bit deeper, you hit his most sensitive spot, ramming harder as his cries grow louder. hand falling from his dick, you make him rub his poor little hard-on against the sheets as you fuck him without mercy. "go ahead, little slut. cum all over yourself, make a fucking mess for me" 😌🫶

[holylulusworld]

TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories. 

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)

“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”

“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”

“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”

“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.

“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”

“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”

“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”

“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”

“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”

“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”

“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”

“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”

“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”

“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”

“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”

“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”

Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands. 

“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”

You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car. 

“You can’t just…what?”

“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”

“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”

You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you. 

“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”

“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”

“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”

“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”

“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”

“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”

“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”

“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”

“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”

You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.

“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”

“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”

“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”

You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”

You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.

“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.

“He dared to call me to apologize!”

“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”

“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”

“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”

“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”

Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time. 

“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”

“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.

“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”

“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you. 

Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?

He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.

Something must be wrong with him…

“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”

“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”

“Special service?”

“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”

“Dance class?” 

“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”

“I got my son here, Lloyd.”

“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”

“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”

While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”

Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”

“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”

“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles. 

“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”

“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”

“Lloyd!”

“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”

“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.

“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.” 

“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”

“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”

He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”

You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.

There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…

“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”

“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”

“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”

“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”

“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”

“You’re so…”

“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”

“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”

“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”

“His name is Y/S/N!”

“Debatable…”

Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.

Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too. 

“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”

“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving. 

“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”

You don’t have an answer for him. 

“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck. 

You whine at your own weakness. 

He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”

Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness. 

He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.

The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”

Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.

“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table. 

“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”

You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.

You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.

He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.

“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”

A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.

“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. “I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”

“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”

“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly. 

“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”

“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”

“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”

You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”

“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”

“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”

“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”

“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Posting a little blurb of my Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale fic

All mistakes are mine and this is a work in progress

Warnings: Implied smut, Lloyd Hansen & Ransom Drysdale (they're both warnings) implied fingering, implied choking. Hope I didn't forget anything

Caught

*header made by the lovely and amazing @lilacevans *

*divider made by @saradika please check both out*

Lloyd strokes your flushed cheek and smiles “Oh yeah? Are you sure sunshine?” You nod and manage to slide onto Lloyd’s lap nuzzling along his neck, letting out a pleased grunt his hands move up and down your back, glancing at Ransom he winks at him “Look at you so bold now sunshine, what brought all this on?” You pout and grumble softly “M’sad and lonely!” Biting on your lower lip you look at both men

“Ran come closer please” He glances at you and rolls his eyes but slides closer to you “Shouldn’t have had so much to drink sweetheart” You poke him in the chest huffing softly “You should be nicer!” Ransom chuckles “Oh yeah and why is that? Because you told me too?” You lean in close and kiss him gasping at how soft his lips are, you feel him pull you tighter. Lloyd smirks and nibbles along your neck making you squirm in Ransom’s lap “Look at sunshine all needy, want us to help hmm?”

You nod feeling Ransom’s hands moving along the zipper of your dress, Lloyd grabs your hair pulling your head back to look at him “We need words sunshine, or have you already gone dumb thinking of us wrecking you?” You lick your lips and moan softly “Yes, I need both of you” Lloyd laughs and bites down on your neck sucking hard while his hand wraps around your throat adding pressure, Ransom watches and smirks “Who would have thought this would get you so eager” Sliding his hand along the zipper he unzips it a bit while his free hand slides up under your dress.

[georgiapeach30513]

I have a dad Lloyd fic or two.

BITCH WHEREEEEE?????

At the top of my masterlist I have a character navigation 😉 then you click on Chris’ name and it’s the full list of characters I write for

You Were the One is a full fic about Lloyd being a dad and it also slightly follows the movie. And then soft Lloyd has two one shots about him becoming a dad.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥