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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | exhibitionism + piercing
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers
warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention
word count | 1,580
an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕
thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there
lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs
andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself
"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs
"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch
"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy
the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"
lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you
you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit
"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect
"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal
"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub
"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"
"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"
you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure
steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"
ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch
andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"
and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"
the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring
"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace
"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot
andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"
"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm
"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come
"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"
lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"
as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen
all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"
when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”
everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms
the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends
wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏
Summary: A ruthless lawyer loses her promotion to nepotism, causes a fatal “accident,” and draws the attention of Lloyd Hansen—the fixer who knows her secret and won’t let her forget it.
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A hard knock rattled your door — sharp, impatient, too confident to belong to anyone harmless.
Court tensed instantly. His hand slid behind his back, fingertips brushing the grip of his gun.
Another knock. Louder.
Then a voice you knew far too well drawled from the hallway,
“You really going to make me stand out here? I don’t mind knocking again.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt.
You stepped toward the door, but Court caught your wrist, grip firm.
“Don’t.”
“If I don’t open it, he’ll break the damn door,” you muttered.
Right on cue, Lloyd’s voice floated through again, counting like a man babysitting an idiot:
“Three… two—”
You opened the door before he reached one.
Lloyd blinked once, then smiled as if you had just made his night. “Ah. Good timing. I was this close to giving up.” His gaze slid over your shoulder — and landed on Court.
The smile sharpened.
He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, all smug confidence. He didn’t like Court near you — and from the way his eyes narrowed, the idea of Court being in your home, alone with you, burned him alive.
And of course he had surveillance on you — “for your safety.”
Which was exactly why he was here: he’d seen Court arrive, seen the time tick past thirty minutes, and decided he didn’t like that.
Not at all.
Court straightened as Lloyd walked in. Lloyd didn’t bother to hide the way he looked him up and down like trash left on the sidewalk.
“Well,” Lloyd said, “isn’t this domestic.”
Court shot back, “Funny. I don’t recall inviting you.”
“You don’t invite anyone. You just hover in corners like mold.”
“And you break into places like a cockroach with money.”
They moved closer without meaning to, sarcasm curdling into something sharp. You opened your mouth to intervene — too late. Lloyd shoved Court backward, pinning him against the wall with one hand, jaw tight.
Lloyd didn’t break his stare, but he eased his grip when you stepped closer.
Court cleared his throat, painfully casual. Lloyd shot him a glance of disgust.
“You can leave,” Lloyd said.
Court ignored him completely — his eyes stayed on you instead.
“You should go,” you told him, flat but firm. “Before the two of you destroy my apartment.”
Court sighed like this entire night was beneath him, then nodded once and brushed past Lloyd on his way out. The tension in the room didn’t ease — it simply shifted.
Now it was just you and Lloyd.
You crossed your arms. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was around,” he said smoothly. “There’s a good restaurant nearby.”
You stared at him.
“Lloyd. You’re an expert at killing. You’re terrible at lying.”
He didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Fine. I saw him come in. And I don’t want him near you.”
“He’s the one who keeps showing up,” you muttered.
Lloyd tilted his head. “Do you want me to handle that? I’ll get rid of him.”
You shot him a look. “No. If you touch law enforcement, everything becomes a nightmare.”
“Not the first time for me.” He paused, then shrugged. “But I agree. Cleaning up afterward is tedious.”
You nodded, exhausted.
Lloyd softened — just a fraction. “Do you want to sleep? I could tuck you in, read you a bedtime story—”
“Get out,” you said immediately.
He grinned, thoroughly unbothered, and finally stepped toward the door.
*****
The next day, Marc Laurent arrived looking sharper than any man who claimed to travel constantly — suit pressed, cologne muted, eyes too observant. He introduced you to one of his business partners, a quiet man with a stiff handshake and an accent you couldn’t place. They talked about shipments, contracts, investments. On the surface it all sounded legitimate, but the subtext was different — as if Marc were explaining his empire in past tense.
As if he were preparing to hand it over.
Later, when the partner left and the office door shut behind him, you found yourself staring at Marc across the small lounge. He was stirring a steaming cup of something the color of weak tea but with a scent so intense it almost stung your eyes. He drank it easily, like he’d grown numb to it.
“Can I ask you something, Monsieur?” you said carefully.
He raised his brows. “Oui. Go ahead.”
“Why do I feel like you want to retire?”
Marc finished the last of that pungent drink, set the Chinese ceramic cup down with precision, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
“You’re quite right.”
You blinked. You hadn’t expected confirmation — not that blunt.
He leaned back. “Je suis malade,” he said softly. “Sick. Maybe I won’t last a year. I’ve tried everything — medicine, surgery, herbs, holistic nonsense.” He tapped the empty cup. “This… disgusting thing is only one of many.”
That explained the smell.
“When I was young, ambitious… hungry,” Marc continued, “I chased money and power like oxygen. And I never spent any of it with my family.”
You’d heard variations of that confession hundreds of times from wealthy clients. Regret always came too late.
“I do have children,” he added. “They still call me papa only because of the money and stocks I send them.” He coughed into a handkerchief, wiped his mouth again.
That part was familiar, too. Bought affection.
“My real child,” he said, voice steady, “is my business.”
Now that was new — someone openly admitting the empire meant more than their own blood.
“And if I leave this world, someone must take care of it.”
“What about your children?” you asked.
Marc chuckled, a short dry sound. “You are drôle. Funny.”
A chill moved down your spine.
You swallowed. “It’s not Lloyd, right?”
He didn't answered.
“It’s not him, right?” you repeated.
Marc studied you, weighing something. “Lloyd is a wild dog. But he’s very good at his job.”
“Oh my god,” you muttered.
“Exactement,” he said. “I’m concerned too.”
He folded his hands. “And now… this is your part.”
Marc’s gaze softened. “He was my first choice. But now I have another.” He looked at you that made you raised a question.
You pointed to yourself. “Me?”
“When death feels close,” Marc said quietly, “you start seeing clearly. Lloyd’s methods are… brutal. Efficient, but brutal. And then I learned about you.”
A knot tightened in your stomach — the kind that came before running or fighting or doing something irreversible.
“So,” he asked, switching back to English, “are you interested in my offer?”
******
The gym was loud — treadmills humming, metal clanking, some awful pop remix thudding through the speakers — but your head was louder.
You kept your pace steady, eyes on the screen, mind miles away.
Marc Laurent.
Dying.
Looking for a successor.
First pick: Lloyd — a feral prodigy, unhinged but loyal.
Second pick: you — the new girl, barely initiated, already in too deep.
You imagined Lloyd’s face if he ever heard that.
He’d laugh at first. Then he’d break something.
A voice cut in from your left.
“You alright?”
You blinked and focused. A man had stepped beside your treadmill. Mid-sixties, grey hair, calm eyes. He’d handed you the towel that had almost slipped off your machine.
“Thanks,” you said, breath uneven.
“You’re welcome.” He paused, then added casually, “Strange thing, though… seeing someone connected to both Marc Laurent and Lloyd Harker in a public gym.”
Your stomach dropped.
You slammed your thumb on the STOP button — he reached out and pressed your wrist lightly.
“I wouldn’t get off yet,” he said.
Your pulse climbed. “Who are you? Police?”
“No.” He chuckled. Then he reached into his jacket, flashed an ID.
CIA. Agent Donald Fitzroy.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
CIA.
Marc.
Lloyd.
You.
This wasn’t just dangerous anymore — this was catastrophic.
“You’ve built quite a network,” Fitzroy said, casually adjusting the incline on your machine. “Two extremely dangerous men trying to be your friend.”
“They don’t want to be my friend,” you said through your teeth. “They want my skills.”
“Oh, the skills that conveniently got rid of your more… unpleasant clients?” he teased — and increased your treadmill speed.
The belt sped up sharply. Your foot nearly slipped.
Your heart hammered, far too fast.
“Relax,” he said calmly. “If I wanted you cuffed, you’d already be face-down on the floor.”
“What do you want, then?” you managed, forcing your legs to keep up, lungs burning.
“I want you inside,” he said. “In their circle. Close. Useful.”
“You want me to be the insider.”
“Yes.”
“No.” You shook your head hard. “I’m not doing that. I’m scared. And I don’t want to.”
That shut him up.
He slowly lowered the speed, then pressed STOP.
The machine slowed to a crawl, finally still.
“That,” he said quietly, “is the most honest answer I’ve heard from you.”
You braced your hands on the handles, chest rising and falling sharply.
“I know your… talent,” Fitzroy continued. “The kind of luck or instinct or whatever force seems to shield you. But it won’t last forever.”
He wasn’t wrong.
You knew that.
One day, the universe would stop nudging things your way. One wrong step — and you’d be gone.
“You’re in a dirty game,” he said. “But you’re not like them. I’m offering you a chance. A real one.”
He extended a hand.
You looked at it.
Then shook your head.
“I’m not working with you,” you said. “If we’re talking dirt? Look at your own bosses. I know things about the higher-ups, too.”
That made him still.
Completely still.
You grabbed your water bottle and towel, stepped off the treadmill, and walked away — legs shaking, heart pounding, breath unsteady.
And Fitzroy let you go.
******
You got home right before sunset, still rattled from Fitzroy. You barely had the door closed when you heard a voice in the dark.
“So,” Lloyd said calmly, “you met Fitzroy.”
Your stomach lurched. He stepped out from the corner of your living room like he’d been there for hours.
“He’s CIA.”
Lloyd shrugged, genuinely unbothered.
You exhaled, shaking. “Lloyd, I’m serious—”
“I know.” He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t move fast. That somehow made it worse.
You watched him, your pulse hammering. Something was off tonight. His energy was all sharp edges and quiet intention — no smugness to soften it.
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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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.
pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler
concept: Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.
word count: 2k
warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)
lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck
THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23
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A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.
Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.
Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.
With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.
In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.
A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point.
It was all your fault.
His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.
During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.
Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.
The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.
Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.
Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.
Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.
You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.
“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes.
Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.
However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.
"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.
“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."
Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.
The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.
Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.
“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted.
The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts.
Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more.
"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too."
Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure.
Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.
The air was filled with gloomy lust.
You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.
The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.
Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.
“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try."
Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.
"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."
You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance.
"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.
On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."
“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.”
Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you.
Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.
The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.
A buzz of anticipation filled your body.
"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."
The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop.
Sensual and delicate to the touch.
Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.
Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward.
For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.
"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.
Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.
“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors.
Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.
You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure.
“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"
That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive.
“Open her up for me, Nick”
Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd.
Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along.
Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.
The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you.
“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body.
His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.
You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.
Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.
If the dribbles are open: what about some Soft!Lloyd? I am a hoe for him. The mustache... it’s a thing!
Ughhh my favourite Lloyd! I mean soft only for you Lloyd is the best Lloyd and I will not be told otherwise. 😊 I hope you like it! ❤️
You curled on the bed, unable to stop the tears as they flowed down your cheeks. Heaving a sob as you thought over what had happened today. Everything you had worked for suddenly gone in a blink of an eye. Curled in the fetal position and sobbing so hard your head hurt, you didn’t hear the bedroom door open, or the light steps of someone else.
You felt the warmth of him, and inhaled his strong spicy scent, before your registered who was there. Lloyd. He wrapped himself around you completely. Pulling you against his broad, firm chest. As your sobs began to die down, you could finally make out the words he was whispering into your ear. “Shh, sweet girl, calm down. You’re okay. I promise.”
You turned in his embrace and burrowed yourself into his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your cheek soothing you like nothing else does. You sighed and hiccuped, trying to compose yourself. Not daring to look him in the face. You had never been this, vulnerable, this weak in front of Lloyd. Would he think less of you? Would he soothe you, just to toss you away? You shuddered at the thought of losing Lloyd on top of everything else.
Lloyd stroked your hair off of your face and rolled onto his back, pulling you fully onto his chest. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? Or are you not feeling up to it yet?”
You peaked up at Lloyd, to see his concerned gaze staring straight at you. You quickly ducked back down to hide yourself. “I’m sorry.”
Lloyd hushed you, and stroked his fingers up your back. “Why are you sorry pumpkin?”
You still couldn’t look at him, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was concerned, not judging. That was good. “I know I’m not normally like this, I don’t want you to think..” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.
“You don’t want me to think what? That something bad happened? ‘Cause let me tell ya, from the state of you something terrible happened.” Lloyd wrapped both arms around you tightly. “Why don’t we get into bed, and we can put on a movie and cuddle. How does that sound?”
“You don’t want to know what happened?” You finally looked up at his face, confused by his reaction. You had known Lloyd for a few months now. You knew you loved him, more importantly you knew he loved you. But this was the first time since you had gotten together that you weren’t feeling like yourself. Lloyd was a bit of an ass to, well everyone really. But he had this sweetness about him that always shocked you, like it did now. Like the time he saw you gazing longingly at a sweater online, so he bought one in every colour.
Lloyd’s lips twitched into a smile, and he pulled you up his chest. He nudged your nose with his own, smiling as your nose wrinkled from his moustache. “I do. But not right now, right now I just want to hold my girl.”
You pecked his lips lightly, before snuggling back down to listen to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm pulling you closer towards sleep. Wrapped in Lloyd’s strong and comforting embrace, you sighed at the peace you felt in that moment. The security of knowing Lloyd wasn’t going anywhere, despite how everything felt like it was falling to pieces.
a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.
Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist
They know they fucked up, like really fucked up. There’s no way they are going to see the next day. They got told that this is the most dangerous part of the job, but it looked that easy. Why should it be that hard, you only watch and nothing else. If they only knew that this job would be their death sentence. All of them are running around, checking every corner in hopes of maybe seeing the next day.
“What are you doing here?”
They are not going to see the next day.
The men turn around to see Lloyd standing there with crossed arms and a glare that would haunt everyone who looked at him. Lloyd Hansen is already scary when he’s doing nothing, but seeing him now makes you want to shoot yourself. All of them look at each other, thinking of who should sacrifice themself for the team.
“If you don’t tell me why you’re all here and not the place you are suppose to be, I’m going to cut off all your guys fucking erection incompetent dicks and send them to your mothers!” Lloyd screams.The new guy decides to step forward
“We cant find him”
A bang is heard and the guy falls to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. The men look at Lloyd and see the steam coming out off his ears.
Lloyd clenches his jaw, looking at them with so much anger “What the fuck do you mean with you cant find him. WHERE IS MY SON!” he looks at the silent men before he raises his gun again and shoots another man, “TELL ME!”
“We were watching him like you told us, sir. Then we looked down the hallway because we heard the two man with the milk for your son coming, and when we looked back he was gone” the man next to the two corps goes. Four more bangs echos through the hallway, four more bodies falling to the floor.
Veins popping out off his neck,”So you are telling me that a child, MY child, who can barly crawl, somehow crawled off his play mat and past twelve of my men?!” Lloyd speaks, stepping closer“Not only don’t any of you know where he is, but he also hasn’t eaten anything?! He gets his second milk at exactly 3pm, now we have 3:47pm. Does that mean that my son is missing since almost AN HOUR?!”
“Well yeah, we-“, Lloyd shoots the man right between his eyes.
He walks over to the corpse and starts kicking “MOTHERFUCKING MORONS” he screams, while not stopping. Ones he’s finished he looks at the other men“Get every fucking man in this building to search for my son, check every security camera and let someone guard the windows and doors. You five come with me.” Lloyd commands“If someone took my son, I will make sure that every single person in this building gets what they deserve.”he turns around and the men follow.
Lloyd knows what anger feels like. Every time someone looks at sunshine he gets angry and wishes to kill them, which he does. This is a different feeling though, he not only feels angry at them but also at himself. He left his son alone with those idiots and now he doesn’t know where or how his son is.
They walk from room to room, checking every corner until they make sure that he’s not in there before locking it. A big house is amazing and an absolute must have for him, but now he’s really regretting having one.
Lloyd is desperately looking everywhere, no one will stop him until he finds LJ. Truth is, Lloyd will indeed kill everyone, but only if he doesn’t get killed before that. He cant tell sunshine that these morons lost their son. She would kill him. She would kill him for hiring the people who lost him. He’s not ready to plan his funeral yet.
A man comes to Lloyd “We checked the cameras outside, no one got in or out. One camera is defect though”
Lloyd turns pale “Search outside, everywhere, search the whole fucking maze, the woods and the road, do not get back before you find him. And bring the man who’s responsible for the cameras to the basement!”
“The chances that he is outside are about 1%. All windows are closed and if someone would’ve opened one an alarm would’ve gone off.” the man speaks.
“Do I look like I give a single FUCK! 1% is not zero, so go and search outside!”. Of course Lloyd knows that the chances are slim that LJ is outside or that someone took him, but he knows that his list of people that don’t like him is long and on top of that list is Court and the bitch Suzanne. She doesn’t have the skills to get inside, but Court does. If Court took his son, oh boy, a war is going to break out.
Lloyd only realizes now that a tear left his eye. Its never a good sign when the sociopath cries. He wipes it away before continuing checking every room, while half of his men are now searching outside. He’s nowhere though.
They searched all rooms on all floors, but he’s not there.
“Where is he?!” Lloyd screams at the men that just came back up stairs.
“We couldn’t find him inside or outside, si-“ another two shots, another two bodies.
He doesn’t even realize how much blood is on him or how many bodies are now laying on each floor. Finding LJ is the only thing he cares about. “Check every room, and corner outside again!”. The men now run around way faster from room to room, corner to corner, scared what will happen if they don’t find Lloyds son.
While all of them are running around Lloyd is now slowly walking to LJs nursery. He feels his chest tightening with every second, no air goes down his throat and his eyes begin to water. He unlocks the door and walks over to the crib, LJs blanket still laying inside it. Lloyd looks at it for a second before breaking down, tears streaming down his face. To people Lloyd always seems like the big sociopath who doesn’t have a heart, but he does, a big one. There’s no other man who loves his family more than him, who loves his wife more, who loves his baby more. He knows he’s not the world greatest dad and will probably never be, but he loves his son.
“Where are you, junior? Fuck, where are you!” he screams, knowing there will be no answer. Lloyd swore on his life to protect him and he failed. LJ could be kidnapped or somewhere in this building starving and his father is here, crying on the floor.
He needs to find him, he can cry later, but not now. He will be strong for his son.
Lloyd stands back up and walks out off the room, speed walking down the hallway. In hurry he misses the flowers, standing in a 4 feet vase on the floor, which were meant to be for sunshine but are most likely to be for his funeral now. The vase falls over and lands directly on his foot “YOU FUCKING DRY ASS PLANT!”
Trying to calm down he hears a noise coming from the master bedroom. The door is locked so he unlocks it and grabs his gun. The men already searched and then locked the door, which means no one should be in it. Maybe a intruder is in there, maybe the man who took his son is in there. Lloyd doesn’t wait a second longer and slams the door open and goes in it “KNOCK KNOCK ASSHOLE”
Lloyd looks at the room, but sees no one. He checks the curtains, fireplace and the walk-in closet, but still sees no one or the source of the sound, not even on the balcony. If sunshine knew how many people he pushed off this balcony because they came in while she was sleeping and he didn’t want them to wake his sunshine up. Gun still raised, he walks over to the bathroom door, the only place he hasn’t checked yet. The men locked the door and at this point he doesn’t have the patience to unlock it, so he kicks it open”
“Where are you, you fucking piece of sh-“ Lloyd stops when he sees his son looking right at him with big glossy eyes and a shocked expression, while laying on his tummy, Mr. Mustaches ear in his right hand. LJs lower lip begins to quiver and tears fill his eyes.
“Oh, junior” Lloyd rushes over to him just as he begins to cry, he holds him close to his chest, scared that he will otherwise disappear. Unknown to him, his own eyes begin to water. LJ doesn’t stop crying, even as Lloyd begins swaying back and forth. “Its ok, everything is ok. Don’t cry, don’t cry” he doesn’t know if he’s trying to calm LJ down or himself. It doesn’t work though. Tears start to leak out off Lloyds eyes. He sinks to the floor with LJ, who is holding on his fathers shirt, staining it with his tears, “I’m sorry that dada scared you”.
The teddy is laying on the floor next to them, so Lloyd pick him up and shows him LJ, “Look, your second favorite mustache wearing man” giving him a sad smile. LJ turns his head slightly, looking at the bear before reaching for it. His cries now turning to small whines.
Lloyd brings the bear closer to LJ, so he can touch him. Both of them stopped crying at this point.
How could does idiots miss LJ in the bathroom, either they are blind or they didn’t even search this room. It doesn’t matter, they are going to die.
“How did you even get in here and why?”, Lloyd ask him, rubbing his small back. The baby looks at him, clearly not understanding what his dad is saying, instead he pulls the bear closer. Suddenly Lloyd understands why.
Last night LJ slept with Sunshines and him in their bed. In the morning Sunshine fed and changed LJs diaper and then put him down on the play mat in his nursery. Before sunshine left she told him to grab Mr. Mustache and give him to LJ because he was still in their room, otherwise LJ would get whiney.
He forgot about it.
“Dada is sorry that he forgot your bear” Lloyd kisses his forehead “can you forgive him?”. LJ looks up at his dad and gives him a goofy smile, while blabbering something. Lloyd smiles, standing up with his son and Mr. Mustache in his arms, “I take that as a yes. Now dada is going to give you a bottle milk and then he’s going to have a not so nice talk with his colleagues”
He walks out the bathroom with a smile, happy that sunshine wont kill him. Lloyd looks down at his son and his smile quickly vanishes. Under all the adrenaline he didn’t realize that his clothes and face had blood all over him. He hold LJ against it and now his son is locking like a mini version of him. “Fuck”.
He grabs his sons hand, as LJ tries to put his fist in his mouth and rushes back to the bathroom. Laying him and the bear in the tub, he searches for a towel, “where are the goddam towels!”. He stops searching when he hears a cry, turning back he sees LJ looking like he’s going to explode, “Shit” he’s hungry.
Lloyd dives forward when he sees him trying to put his fist back in his mouth, holding it gently, so he cant do it.
Two man suddenly walk in, “We searched all rooms again and still cant find him. Also yo-“ they stop when they see their bosses son.
“NO SHIT. HES IN THE ROOM YOU FUCKING LOCKED!”
LJ starts screaming
“No junior, everything is ok” Lloyd says, still holding his hand. He turns to the men “bring me a bottle”
“We just wanted to inform you that-“
“I said bring me a FUCKING BOTTLE” Lloyd screams, not being able to be louder than his sons screaming. One man runs away to bring the bottle, while the other stays on his spot and gathers the courage to speak.
“Sir”
“WHAT”
“Mrs. Hansens driver just passed the gate” he says. Lloyd turns pale for a second, and looks around. Blood in the bathroom, on him, on the baby, on the bear, his men running around the whole property, god knows how many bodies on each floor and a screaming hungry baby.
“Oh, shit”, looks like he really has to plan his funeral.
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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."
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | interrogation + weapon play
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader
warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.
word count | 1,333
an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!
Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.
"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."
You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"
Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."
All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.
"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.
"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.
"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.
"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.
"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.
"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."
"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"
He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"
Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."
Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."
"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.
"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"
"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.
"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.
