#needy!lloyd hansen x fem!reader

[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

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

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)

[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.”

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

I posted 2,819 times in 2022

That's 2,022 more posts than 2021!

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#like it's so hard and it's weird bc i don't have this big tragedy on my shoulders i'm just a middle class young woman with a lot of issues

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE WAY I SCREAMED 👁️👄👁️

The things he says... That's gotta be on purpose right???? HE KNOWS THE POWER HE HOLDS

279 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

Happy Birthday Sergeant

Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it

Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??

Wc: 1k

a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!

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291 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#3

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

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352 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

DᵣₑₐₘₗₐₙD

Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

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My #1 post of 2022

Im about to throw a fit 😤

1,013 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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[georgiapeach30513]

Can I please request either soft or needy (both?) Lloyd Hanson with prompt 58 "noone has ever touched me like that before "? Pretty please and thank you beautiful.

Yes!! Soft needy Lloyd is one of my weaknesses!! Lloyd just loves when you baby him, and help calm him back down.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

No One, But Me

Summary:  Lloyd needs you

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Sunshine

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Your fingers run up Lloyd’s glistening arm, rounding over his shoulders, before gliding down the other arm. His eyes glossy, look up at you. Butterfly bandages on his beautiful face, and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for this sweet one.

Continuing your motion, your fingers smooth down his broad chest, and Lloyd’s eyes flutter close, releasing the sweetest little whimper. “Punky, what is it that you need?”

His lip trembles as he looks up at you, just you touching him softly was enough to have him weak. Your hands massage into his shoulders, and you sink to your knees to get eye level with him, “Punky, what do you need? I need to know boo bear.”

“I want you to touch me,” you give him a little smile, and a kiss to his lips.

“Like that?” he shakes his head no, and you give him a trail of kisses down his neck and onto his broad shoulders. “You tell mommy when I get close, okay?”

“Okay,” he whines as you sink lower. Your tongue traces circles over his hardened nipple, giving the bud a hard squeeze, as you continue your descent lower.

Following the trail the dark patch of his hair, “Warmer,” he pants. Licking your lips when you see that pretty little vein. Unable to do anything but paint him with your tongue, following the trail to one of the best parts of Lloyd.

Not undoing his pants, you start kissing him over his jeans. His hips push forward, and you roll your eyes to look up at him, “So hot.”

“Punky, what do you want me to do?”

“Will you use your mouth, please? On my cock?”

“Of course, whatever you want me to do, Boo Bear,” your mouth teases him over his jeans. Wrapping your finger around his belt loop, pulling his slacks down a bit. Open mouth kisses on his barely exposed skin, has him thrusting up to meet your greedy mouth, “Uh uh. Let me have my fun.”

He tilts his head back, and lets you make out with his upper stomach, but when your fingers undo his buttons, he jerks to look back at you. The blue in his eyes nearly gone with how large his pupils are. Blown wide with a deep dark lust, and he bites at his lip to keep him from whining.

Pulling down his pants with a bit more force, you stare as his beautiful cock pops up into your face.  Dying to devour him with the utmost hunger. He needed you. It was a rough night for him. And you have no problem showing him just how needy you were for him either.

Your tongue traces around his spongy tip. Taking extra time on his slit. Kitten licking up his precum, before you sink down a bit. Not enough to matter. And when you pull off with a pop, he gasps, “No touching just yet,” you warn him before his fingers can pull your head back down to his aching length.

Licking down his length, you start to kiss over his silky skin. God, he felt amazing. This sniffling pretty thing was all yours, and you were going to remind him how special he was. Your hand fondles his balls, as you kiss back up his dick. Slapping the member on your cheeks, you give him a sweet little grin before sinking down.

Sliding down that delectable cock until his tip hits the back of your throat. A gurgled sound emits from your mouth, as saliva pools on his pelvis. Your lungs on fire from lack of oxygen, but you don’t care. He needs this.

When you can take no more, you pull back.  The air rushing to your hair having the tiniest bit of pain.  And he smiles at the added wetness on his body. Wrapping your lips around your teeth, you start a sinful bob on him. Sinking and rising on his pretty pink length, and his sweet sounds make you go harder. Each time sinking lower and lower, until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You had never looked prettier, taking his cock like that. Cheeks hollowed, and tears running down your eyes.  You pull off of him again panting, “Fuck my mouth, Punky.”

“Ray of Sunshine?”

“Fuck it as hard as you want.”

His hands slide over your temples and settle on the back of your head, pushing you down to take all of him again, and when you struggle to swallow all of him, your neck bulges out.  With a deep breath he starts stabbing up into you. His ass bouncing off his chair, with hard movements into you.

Lloyd’s eyebrows knit together, and the pleasure you give him, takes him to another realm. Pure, heated, and desperate pleasure courses through his veins, and when you massage his balls in your hand, you feel him twitch inside of you.

His hands pummel you down over him. With the perfect rhythm. Just enough to leave you desperate; leaking out onto the base of his dick. His thrusts turn a bit sloppy, and you know you’ll have to continue this later. You need more. So much more than this.

With a final hard push into your greedy mouth, his hot cream shoots to the back of your throat. Tangy and salty, and you swallow every scrumptious bit. Not even wasting the spillage on his cock. Your skilled tongue laves up all of his essence, and still, you want more.

“Wow,” he pants out. Those puppy eyes smiling at you, “No one has ever touched me like that before.”

“Because they’ve neglected my sweet Punky. No one, but me, will ever touch you like that again. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 · 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

gif credit: @r-pattinson

summary: lloyd finger fucks you and does lewd things with a lollipop. (it’s filth. that’s really all you need to know.)

word count: 1505

warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. slight exhibitionism. fingering. dirty talk. pussy slap or two. squirting. explicit acts with a lollipop. rough everything cause it’s lloyd. don’t do this IRL. no beta.

author’s note: another object insertion fic in the books! ✨ lloyd hansen has my heart, pussy and soul. ✨

♁  𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♁  𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲  ♁

You quietly slink into the golden command center unbeknownst to the bustling crew. Anxious faces pace around the room and stare at computer screens following Lloyd’s every whim as he barks out orders until his eyes zero in on you.

His features are hard after hours of grueling work but they slightly soften as you make your way over to him. It’d only been 6 hours since you last saw him. Stuck in a corner of the historic stone building for safety while Lloyd and his men worked. 

Gathering you flowing skirt you curl into his lap like a cat and weave your arms around his svelte shoulders. The soft buzz of his undercut grazes your cheek and memories of the night before flood your mind...

Lloyd ruts into you with heavy strokes, wetting his cock with your cream and easily holding you down into the mattress. “Thought you could be a big girl and ride my cock, huh?” His sinister laugh makes your insides clench producing another wave of arousal that coats his girth.

“Found out my cock is too big for you in that position didn’t we?” His condescending tone makes you whimper and clutch his biceps as he pummels into your warmth. “I give you an A for effort, Buttercup but I like feeling you wiggle underneath me the most.”

He kneels back and grabs your hips, shoving every inch of his length into your velvet, creamy center. “Love seeing you strung out and gaping on my c-”

You’re brought back to the present when Lloyd sighs into your neck and hugs you tighter. “You shouldn’t be here, Buttercup. You know this ain’t the place for you.” 

He rubs your back calmly despite the lively energy that suffocates the room. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just feeling… needy.” You quietly confess even though you know Lloyd would cut someone's ear off for eavesdropping on one of his conversations.

Lloyd quirks a playful brow and his eyes light up as a devious plan comes to life. “That so, Sunshine?”

You shift nervously on his lap and bite your tongue to keep quiet when your panty covered wet folds rub gingerly over his thigh. Lloyd playfully flexes the strong chord of muscle and your mouth drops open from the sensation. 

Your fingers frantically dig into his yellow shirt as he moves his hands to your hips and makes you grind down harder onto his leg.

“Don’t worry about them. You pay attention to me.” He orders with a sharp shake of your jaw when he shoves his thumb into your mouth and presses on the underside of your chin. Your body goes slack at the command and instantly submits to him. 

He slips his hand from your mouth and teases it up your thigh. You grasp his forearm with what little amount of sense you had left even though it was useless. “No, please. There are too many people.”

“Awe, it’s cute seein’ you all skittish.” He preens as he easily breaks your hold and rubs a deft finger along your soaked panties. “Don’t want them hearin’ how fuckin’ sweet you sound gettin’ off, huh?”

You go numb when he slides his fingers past the elastic and languidly circles your slippery clit. Anxious pleasure makes your belly tumble as he slides lower and traces your weeping hole. 

“Such a shame. You make such pretty noises when you come.” He revels in your anguish of trying to keep quiet as he slowly spears into the slice of you and feels your core lock around his digits.

You shake your head desperately and bite your bottom lip hard as he scissors his fingers and spreads you open for him. He smooths over your silky walls, testing the waters, seeing what’ll make you bubble with noise.

Frenzied breaths puff from your nose and your eyes roll backward when Lloyd twists and curls his fingers against that spongy muscle behind your clit. You choke on your silent moans and swallow each one down as he zeros in and tortures that sweet spot.

You claw at his shoulders and make one last hectic plea for him to stop with a broken teary sob. Your lungs burn as you hold your breath hoping it’ll stave off your orgasm. 

He takes pity on you and slows his thrusting fingers.  “Use your words.” He was never one to back down easily.

You whimper softly, unsure if you could speak coherently and quietly enough. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He jokes cruelly as a rampant wave of arousal spikes in your core when he spreads his fingers.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath even though it burns your lungs. The words barely make it out, “Please, Lloyd.”

“Everyone out!” Lloyd bellows from his seated position making every person in the room freeze with quizzical looks. “You heard me! Get your sorry asses out in the hall until I call you back in.”

Feet quickly shuffle away and the large double doors close.

It’s just the two of you. He cradles you tight and holds your stare for a moment. All that needed to be said is exchanged in silence until he spins you in his lap and cages your back against his chest with a firm hand around your throat.

He tears your panties from your hips making you yelp as the elastic snaps against your skin. His fingers dive back into your shiny folds as his ironlike thighs spread yours open until your tendons scream from the pressure. 

He nestles his chin into the crook of your shoulder and brushes his bristly mustache against your jaw. “Can feel that pretty cunt flutterin’. Just beggin’ to come.” He growls into your ear as your warmth swirls around his cream coated digits. 

You’d be embarrassed by the sounds your gluey, slick cunt is making if you weren’t so close to the end. Willing with all your might to hold out until he gives you permission.

“You gonna make a mess when you come?” Your cunt gives you away as it clenches and sucks his fingers in further. “Naughty girl. Want you drippin’ all over me.” He slaps your sticky cunt, landing a solid blow to your clit causing you to shriek and writhe in his secure hold.

“Hush. I’ve done worse things to this perfect little pussy. You can take it.” He presses on your carotid artery with his free hand and your breathing hitches. Your brain pounds against your skull as he curves and thrusts his fingers over that tender spot that always made you come so fucking hard.

Your lips pout as you trip over your words, desperate to get permission.

“Come on, I want that sweet cunt to choke my fingers.” He grunts, allowing you to tumble over the edge.

Your brain goes foggy but the intense spark gets brighter and brighter until it envelops you in its blinding light. Syrupy goodness hits the floor in a wave as you hit your peak and scream out your release under his touch. 

“See, you took that like a champ.” He touts, grinning from ear to ear. “Now for the real treat.”

As you slowly come to, you feel Lloyd shift and reach into his pocket. You think you’ve gone mad but he’s pulled out a lemon lollipop. 

“Always wanted to try this.” He unwraps the candy and before you can stop him he’s pressing the confection into your cunt.

“Lloyd! What’re you-” 

He barricades your limbs and thrusts the sucker between your folds. “These are sweet but I want a new flavor,” He fucks the small lollipop in and out lazily, trying to coat it in as much cream as he can. “And I’ve tasted nothing sweeter than this cunt.”

The idea that he was filling you up with a lollipop that he was then going to suck on made your world implode. “Fuck, Lloyd!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Get it fuckin’ creamy. Want it to taste like lemon meringue pie.”

You want to laugh at how ridiculous he is but that knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter with every shove of the sugary sucker until your squirming and creaming all over the lollipop.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” Lloyd praises as he withdraws the now white coated candy. 

He leers at the pop before shoving it into his mouth. “God damn! That’s fuckin’ delicious!”

You stare back at him in a stupor before he’s pressing a chaste kiss to your shocked, parted lips and helps you on your wobbly feet. You glance down at the puddle between your legs and grimace at the depraved scene. 

A smack to your ass wakes you from your daze, “Get going, Sunshine.” Lloyd orders with a short smile before he taps his earpiece and calls everyone back in.

You shuffle through the doors, careful to not meet the curious eyes of his workers when you hear him bark out an order.

“Someone fuckin’ mop this up before I slip and die.”

[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!

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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 🌙🔥

[georgiapeach30513]

Trash Stache

Summary:  Lloyd’s Feelings got hurt, and now he’s needy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.

"Ray of Sunshine?"

"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"

"I'm at your place."

"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.

You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him. Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.

You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."

"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"

"I do not."

"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of.”

Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"

Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?”

"You like the way it felt."

"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."

"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"

"Not yet," you maneuver those barely there panties off, spreading your legs again. Winding your hand down your front, you use your fingers to spread your swollen lips. Letting Lloyd watch as your pussy clenches around nothing and he gives another whine.

Flattening out your hand, you cover your hole, and tsk at him, "No, I wanna see it!"

"Do you deserve to see it?"

"I'll get on my knees, use my mustache to stimulate your clit. Please? I'll be your good Boo Bear. I...I'll even let my cock just go soft and sad."

"So you're saying that you don't want to fuck me?" his head shakes back and forth quickly. Trying to make you believe that there is nothing that he wouldn't do just for a taste of your essence.

"Please, Sunshine. I'll do anything. I just want a tiny little taste. Please?"

You hook your finger, wiggling for him to come hither. Those tight khaki panted knees drop to the floor, and he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

His eyes stay on your glistening folds, and he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Savoring your sweet tangy taste. Finally looking up at you, before fully diving in. That mustache creating the best extra stimulation for your bundle of nerves. The vibrations from his moans adding even more pleasure.

The man totally obsessed with your pussy. Because Lloyd hansen doesn't kneel down to any man, but you are no man. He gives your little bean a nibble, before his tongue slides down, and into your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you, while his nose takes care of your clit.

You want to cuss the man that dared call your favorite thing a trash stache, because the way that clit tickler makes you feel is heavenly. Moving your fingers through his hair, you push him closer to your greedy cunt. Lloyd doesn't care, this is the battle he would gladly die in.

Moving back out of your pussy be caters to his favorite toy, your clit, sucking on the swollen bud while he enters two fingers in your cunt. Your body writhes with his ministrations, and your whimpers sing up his praises, "Fuck you were made for this. That is my pussy stache," you watch as he needily starts thrusting air. His hips hunching over nothing as you race for your finish. "Right there Boo Bear! Fuck you're amazing. So fucking amazing. You gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to cum in that pretty little mouth."

With a desperate mewl, you cum onto his hungry mouth, but he doesn't stop. Your body trembling, as he fights for one more orgasm. Perfect rhythm and pace, because he studies you like his missions. Having to lay back on the table, when your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body tenses up, and loses all control.

Those fingers slam into your cunt but he pulls back, mouth wide open, and tongue flat. With a scream, you squirt into his starved mouth, and he laps up your juices. Drinking it down like the finest scotch. "Fuck, yeah," you pant. Staring down at that beautiful needy man. His lips shiny with your arousal, and he leans forward to give your sensitive skin kisses. Peppering them all over your thighs.

"How's that pretty cock, Lloyd?"

"Hard, and wanting you to milk it dry."

With shallow breath, you instruct him to pick you up, "Carry me to the bed baby. I know you've got to be so frustrated at that bad man. You want to take it out on me?"

"It hurts," he says with a wicked smirk.

"I know baby, why don't you show mama how angry you are at what that bad man said."

Dropping you to the bed, he rips off your remaining lace, stripping his own self, before he places your body, how he wants it; on your back, and legs spread wide, nearly drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He gives your drenched sex a few slaps with his angry cock, his precum and your slick creating thin lines of sticky arousal. Sliding his tip over your bundle of nerves until moving to the treasure below. Barely thrusting his tip in, before slamming his hips into you.

Crashing on you over and over again. Grunting at how stupid Court Gentry is, but one look at where the two of you connect, and he almost goes soft, "Don't you dare! You fuck me hard! I don't care if you break the fucking bed. Fuck me!" Grabbing your headboard he stabs into you harshly. Getting off on just your pleasured face. Pictures and decorations shaking off the walls, and he fucks into you harder. You voice a mess of praises up at him, mixed with just screaming his name. Letting him know by the mess on the bed how good he is. Your juices soak your back, and you want him to fuck you harder.

Gripping his back, your nails dig into his skin. Seething and teeth bared, he ruts into you even harder. Your head and pussy getting the beating of a lifetime. When your walls flutter around him, you see that needy gaze in his eyes. "Fuck, what do you need baby?"

Sticking his tongue out, he lays it flat. Lloyd always did have an oral fixation. Holding onto his cheek, you let him suck on your thumb, while his cock twitches. "Keep going, Boo Bear, I'm almost there baby," hips crashing on hips, he feels your walls clench down tight, as the best high of your life flows rapidly through your body. With a few more stuttered thrusts, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your walls, before that sweet man collapses on you.

"There's a sweet boy, you made me feel so good. But do you feel better?"

"Yes, but you promise it's not a trash stashe?"

"I promise, Punky. That thing is what makes you a god with your mouth, okay," he leans up, his eyes soft and glowing before giving you the softest and sweetest kiss. "Spend the night with me, baby, that way I can hold you all night long."

"You'll be the big spoon?"

"Of course, unless you want me to cockwarm you?"

He gives you a wicked grin, "Maybe later, just hold me."

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

No one loves you more than I do

Not your dipshit boyfriend,

Not your dad,

Me

It’s always going to be me Sunshine.

It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-

Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.

You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.

They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.

It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.

“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.

For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.

You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.

“Love comes with hunger”

“And I’m insatiable baby”

Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.

Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.

Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.

Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.

Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment,  before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.

Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.

“isn’t that nice sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”

“Y/N!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.

Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.

After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.

Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera,  but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.

There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.

Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.

Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.

Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.

The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.

Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”

Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.

Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.

Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.

His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.

You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.

Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.

“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.

Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.

Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.

-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.

His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.

“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.

His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.

“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.

While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed,  “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.

If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.

Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.

Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.

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The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.

Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.

“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.

“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.

Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.

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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.

You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.

You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.

“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.

It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.

One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.

You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?

Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.

You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.

Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.