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Curtis Everett + “You really thought you could leave me?”
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Callouses graze along your throat as teeth sink into the muscle along your shoulder. You whimper as another hand tickles along your hip and grips tightly. Curtis growls into your hair and snaps his teeth.
You shiver and clasp his wrist as he squeezes your neck. He inhales your scent and nuzzles your ear, teething the tender brim. You close your eyes as your muscles knot.
Fear courses coldly beneath the tide of heat flowing from your core. His hand slips down your pelvis and toys with the curly hair there. You tense even tighter as he inches closer and closer to his need.
His roughened fingers dip between your folds and you gasp past the vice of his other hand. He rubs you, lightly at first, then presses firmly and drags across your clit. You whine and bite down.
“Shhh,” he hushes you as his naked torso grazes your back.
He plays with you, deliberate and determined. He swirls and twirls his fingers, changing his motion each time you make a noise or twitch. Your insides clench over and over as you fight the rising pressure deep inside.
You squeeze his forearm and bite your tongue as you drone. Your body shakes and spasms as your voice flows out of you with the tension, the release trembling in your thighs. You gulp and gasp as your orgasm storms through you.
He doesn’t stop. Not even as you beg. His fingers are so certain, so adept, that it isn’t long before you're cumming again, thighs pressing against his large hand.
His fingers glide back and he delves inside you. One finger, into its limit, then out. A second, down to the knuckles, several thrusts of his hand as you whimper. Then a third, forced past the tight resistance until you wail.
He hushes you again, sniffing the back of your neck, his nose tickling you. He extends his tongue and licks the drop of sweat as it trickles down your nape. You roll your head over his locked hand and let it hang forward.
He slides his fingers out of you and smears the wetness up your cunt and pelvis. He snarls and shifts behind you. He pushes his fingers between your folds again and spreads them. You twitch as he angles you up.
His tip flicks down your cunt and he catches himself in the crooked of two fingers. He guides his dick to your entrance and wiggles, teasing you as he growls. He pushes his tip into you with his fingers as you groan.
He holds himself there, just inside you, as you squirm. He pushes his nose into your hair as he slowly enters you. You tighten around him and writhe. He stills you with a squeeze on your throat and rubs your clit.
You heave and dangle from his embrace as he bottoms out. You squeal as your insides tremble. Your arms fall straight and you clutch at the barren mattress. He rears back, slipping out inch by inch, then thrusts back in with a single sharp thrust.
You wail and slap the sides of his thighs. “Please, ow–”
He shushes you a third time. He picks up his pace with each delve inside of you until he’s in full rut. The friction and impact of your flesh echoes through and around you. You hang weakly as he fucks you without relent.
He falls on you with his full weight as his voice rumbles in his chest. His head hangs down next to yours and a roar breaks free like thunder. His hips pump relentlessly as he shakes the creaky metal frame.
He cums as he smothers his voice in the crook of your neck. You can feel it inside, spilling out around him as he keeps thrusting through his climax. When he finally stops, the world seems to as well. He pants heavily beside your ear as his weight crushes you.
You don’t move. Not even as he slides out of you. He kneels over you and plays with the cum leaking out of you. He pushes it back in with a hum, spreading his fingers wide as he stretches you, then pulls out gruffly.
He shoves off and the bed lurches. His footsteps slap away. You bury your face in the bed as your heartbeat steadies. You wait.
He doesn’t return. Slowly, you roll over. It takes some time to find the strength to sit up. You look down at the gush that spills out between your legs. You quiver.
A hand claps down on your shoulder and pushes you to your back. Curtis is behind you, snarling down as his dick bobs above your head. He bares his teeth.
“You really thought you could leave me?” He grits.
“No, I was–”
“You don’t move unless I move you.” He smacks your cheek lightly. “That’s a warning.”
A/N: Written for Sexy September Scribbles. September 14: “You’re going to make me come again”
A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
"Oh, yes! Right there, right there!" you cry as Nick's fingers find another of your favorite spots. "You're going to make me come again!"
He smirks as he applies just the right pressure and makes you see stars.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he praises, his voice hoarse with need.
"You're just saying that because you get to touch me," you tease, catching your breath.
Nick removes his fingers from your cunt and smiles. "I'm proud of you."
"What do you mean?"
Nick maneuvers himself on top of you, his cock lined up with your pussy.
"Because you finally admit, it's my privilege to get to touch your gorgeous body. That I get to touch your beautiful form." He fills your pussy in a single thrust, making you cry out. "That it is my pleasure to get you making those incredible noises."
He moves his hips and your brain struggles to fight the pleasure so it can solve his riddle.
"No, no, angel. No thinking allowed when I'm inside you," he purrs. "Especially when you've finally seen that you're worthy of being worshiped properly."
His pace increases and you start moaning and moving your hips to match.
"I tell you you're gorgeous because you are, not because I am allowed to touch you," Nick continues. "And I am forever grateful for your mercy in allowing me to touch you. Allowing me to make you fall apart on my cock. Letting me put you back together again."
You come again, wrapping your legs around Nick's torso and pushing him further into you and let's himself fill your hungry pussy.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
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If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
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If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
look, shipping canon!aroace characters, as much as it pains me to say, is not wrong. I do hate it and will block you, but no personal hatred or harassment here.
The issue comes when people try and claim theyre NOT canonically aroace. Its fine to be like "This character is aroace but im making them X for this fic". Weird but fine. It is not okay to say "actually character is not aroace theyre actually X canonically idc about the source material". The second one is erasure, plain and simple.
Most important to address is the hypocrisies. IF YOU WOULDN'T DO IT TO GAY OR LESBIAN CHARACTER WHY ARE YOU DOING IT TO AN AROACE?
That needs to be addressed; do you value aroace people less? do you see our identity as less worthy of respect or acknowledgement? is there a reason you would change a canonical idenitiy when its an aromantic or asexual idenity, but you would loose it if someone shipped your favourite yaoi with a woman or yuri with a man?
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
I really loved the last scene. They're both so in tune to the care and patience the other needs. And patience is a word I never imagine I'd associate with Lloyd.
But they have got to sit down and have a real conversation about the marriage thing. Otherworldly it's gonna keep festering and take on a life of its own.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for Sexy September Scribbles. September 14: “You’re going to make me come again”
A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
"Oh, yes! Right there, right there!" you cry as Nick's fingers find another of your favorite spots. "You're going to make me come again!"
He smirks as he applies just the right pressure and makes you see stars.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he praises, his voice hoarse with need.
"You're just saying that because you get to touch me," you tease, catching your breath.
Nick removes his fingers from your cunt and smiles. "I'm proud of you."
"What do you mean?"
Nick maneuvers himself on top of you, his cock lined up with your pussy.
"Because you finally admit, it's my privilege to get to touch your gorgeous body. That I get to touch your beautiful form." He fills your pussy in a single thrust, making you cry out. "That it is my pleasure to get you making those incredible noises."
He moves his hips and your brain struggles to fight the pleasure so it can solve his riddle.
"No, no, angel. No thinking allowed when I'm inside you," he purrs. "Especially when you've finally seen that you're worthy of being worshiped properly."
His pace increases and you start moaning and moving your hips to match.
"I tell you you're gorgeous because you are, not because I am allowed to touch you," Nick continues. "And I am forever grateful for your mercy in allowing me to touch you. Allowing me to make you fall apart on my cock. Letting me put you back together again."
You come again, wrapping your legs around Nick's torso and pushing him further into you and let's himself fill your hungry pussy.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
