You are the fire that burns inside me.

The gift wasn’t your idea, it was your mother’s. She wanted Lloyd to feel welcomed to the family despite it all being business, just a marriage between two of the city’s most influential people for security, power and status. 

She wanted him to feel at home and ultimately, like he belonged. And to do that, she wanted you to be a sweetheart, to create and gift it to him yourself. 

“He’s your stepfather and the reason we aren’t back in that terrible place again.”

You know she didn’t think he’d fuck you in their shared bed. 

“Remember when you used to avoid me? Go out whenever I was home, I heard you even wanted to skip the wedding.” He whispers in your ear, the low creamy tone makes you melt. “Thought you hated me—now look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” He presses on your stomach, pinning you down as he pounds into your sloppy cunt. “So full of my cum, you gonna let me fill you up again, sunshine?”

“Didn’t hate you…” You trail off to a moan as he kisses your jaw, slowly working down your neck. 

“Well, you didn’t like me either.” Lloyd murmurs against your skin, groaning as your legs wrap around his hips and pull him deeper. “Fuck—you were such a daddy’s girl, huh? Didn’t want me taking his spot?” 

He wasn’t wrong. You weren’t sold on the newest addition to your family, especially so soon after your parents divorce and your father’s arrest. Regardless of how grateful your mother, and the rest of your siblings were, and Lloyd’s reputation and wealth, this new man would never amount to your father. 

But as your mother stated, you needed the label, protection, and image. 

She was a woman who never faltered, even with the rumors of her cheating husband, and his untimely arrest for fraud. She will stand unwavered, and unaffected by the publicity. 

She remains steady with resolve, and will happily marry another high status man within a few months. Even if that man happened to be far worse than your father, neck deep in shady businesses and bad things. To the public, Lloyd was a clean, sophisticated CEO who was the perfect replacement for your cheating and lying father. 

Right now, he’s your stepfather fucking you into the bed he shares with your mother, pumping you with another load while you squirt all over his length. He doesn’t stop or slow down, if anything, the oversensitivity makes him more ravenous. He loves watching you tremble on his cock, caught between begging for a break and pleading for more. 

Your arms shoot out, yanking him down for a messy kiss full of clashing teeth and warm breaths. “Wanted you so badly. Please—don’t stop.” You moan, twitching under him when he pulls out, plugging you with the heavy tip before ramming forward. 

With every thrust, your head brushes the headboard. Lloyd fucks his cum into you, forcing you to take the previous loads and his fat girth, he wants to mark you from the inside out. Your cries are music to his ears, he wishes he could watch his cum dribble out around his dick, and smear down your ass to the once-clean sheets. But, he doesn’t want to move, this position with your breasts against his chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, and your pulsating walls milking his cock—if he had a choice, he’d never move. 

“I know, your new daddy knows, baby.” He coos, lowering his body until his balls touch the filthiness between your thighs. He’s pressed to the hilt, you can practically feel him in your guts. With slow grinds, he watches as you sink into the mattress, small hiccuping breaths escape your parted lips. “Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to fuck you. They don’t know how to stretch out this little pussy, make you a stupid mess—bet they leave you high and dry.” 

You can’t do anything but take his pounding, tears trailing down your face as he rams into your spot. Your whole body tenses, and your cunt sucks him deeper, hungry for more despite there being no room left. Squelching noises bounce off the walls and make you cover your face, weeping into your hands as he splits you apart. 

He leans back, and between your fingers, you watch his abs flex and his neck tense. A guttural groan rumbles from within his chest, a stark contrast to your blubbering of daddy, daddy, daddy. Lloyd moves your hands and brings one to his mouth, sucking your fingers and swirling his tongue. 

“You’re going to come for me again.” 

You immediately shake your head, but make no movements to escape, all too lost in the pleasure. Your hand is pulled from his mouth soaked with his salvia, and as if in slow motion, you watch him bring it to your cunt—and that’s when you try to get away. 

Lloyd easily tugs you back, pounding harder and deeper. He’s rearranging your insides, pulling you to meet his thrusts, then reaching down to collect your cream that’s formed a ring around his base. He shoves his fingers between your lips, fucking your mouth as a mixture of your salvia and arousal drip from the corners of your lips. 

“Look at you, getting fucked from both ends. All that’s missing is something in your ass.” He hooks your knee over his shoulder, stretching your sore hole, and exposing yourself to the hot air. You can only imagine how filthy you look down there. “Slap your clit before I do it for you.” 

The next few moments have faded into one. Between his unrelenting thrusts shoving your sweaty body higher on the bed, and his demands of harder, and to spank your clit until it hurts—you fall over the egde again. 

“I know no one knows how to make you do that. That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He leans back, watching you squirt and cover his lower half in your release. Your whole body convulses as a silent mewl pours from your mouth, tears of pleasure and pain stream down your face. His thrusts have slowed into thorough grinds as sticky strings connect your most intimate parts. 

You allow him to move you as he pleases, dragging out your orgasm as it bleeds into another—you can barely breathe as he rubs your sore clit, his rough fingertips are cruel on your overworked button.

His face his inches away and blush blooms over his skin. “I’m going to leave your mother, and you’re going to come with me.” He promises, swooping down to kiss your tear-stained cheeks. Lloyd can’t reisst licking a few. “You’re going to be my little wife, and I’m going to fuck you like this everyday, fill this tight cunt with my cum, and you’re going to make me a real daddy.” 

His hips rail forward as you lay a limp mess, still crying as he pumps you full. His cum spurts along your sore walls, trying to find space but there isn’t any left, and it seeps out around his girth, leaking down your ass and his heavy balls. These sheets will never be saved.  

Then, the door downstairs opens, and your mother’s voice rings out. 

Lloyd pulls back with a smile, sweat brimming at his hairline. “Looks like it’s time to share the news, pumpkin.” He takes pride in your dazed expression, you probably can't even hear him now, let alone process his words. Slowly, he starts fucking his cum into you, desperate to knock you up for the final nail in the coffin of his marriage to your mother.

Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your Lloyd-filled thoughts. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt so good. 

Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your core, marking you with his scent and presence. Each grind sends shocks throughout your body, your pussy is a pathetic mess—there’s no doubt that he’s got you pregnant already—and that brief realization shoves you deeper under the surface of pleasure. 

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲; collection ⤜ d, f, s, a, r

✧࿐ Steve Rogers is the prideful golden-haired captain of the football team, the vice president of Arcadia Phi, and a gleaming star amongst the dull, forgettable faces of school. He shines with domineering entitlement and an unbreakable resolve, and you were doomed from the moment you stepped onto campus. Based on this ask. [dark A/B/O college AU, dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader, HC Verse]

𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭!𝐜𝐚; series ⤜ f, s, a (c)

✧࿐ Erot!ca is on their third world tour, and perhaps this time, the bassist will finally get the lead singer. [rock/indie band au, bassist!Steve Rogers x front woman!reader, unofficial-ish to official, with a dash of FWB]

➥ 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭!𝐜𝐚: 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝 (moodboards)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨; mini series ⤜ soft!d, f, s, a

✧࿐ When the innocent lamb is lost and alone, beasts are bound to come—only in your case, they’re disguised as virtuous, charming shepherds. [soft!dark Steve Rogers x naive!reader, soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x naive!reader, pining, possessive behaviour]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥; series ⤜ f, s, a

✧࿐ They’re shaded and jaded, and you’re the answer to their prayers. [major crossover, uni!camgirl!reader x CEO/sugar daddy!Steve Rogers]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r

✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new star. [major crossover, pornstar!Ari Levinson and pornstar!Curtis Everett x fluffer!reader (major crossover with: pornstar!Steve Rogers)]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞; series ⤜ f, s, a

✧࿐ The man out of time meets a woman out of touch. [Steve Rogers x feral!reader, size difference, role reversal of What A World]

➥ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞; alternative dark version ⤜ s, d

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝; one shot ⤜ f, a (c)

✧࿐ He’s a man on the run and you’re a chameleon soul, and if only things were as simple as they seem. [nomad!Steve Rogers x reader, neighbours-to-lovers]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝; series ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

➥ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝; alternative dark version ⤜ s, d

𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈…; one shot

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 」

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧; one shot ⤜ s, d (c)

✧࿐ Lloyd comes to take you back home. Based on these asks (1) (2). [stripper!reader, possible dark undertones, gunplay]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; mini masterlist of limited Lloyd AUs for my I Can Fix Him Party. Heed all warnings. 

✧࿐ 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥: First you were just a hostage, then you became his girl. [Lloyd Hansen x bunny hybrid!reader] (c)

✧࿐ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝: At your most disobedient streak yet, your father’s best friend comes to visit. [dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x brat!reader] (c)

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ He isn’t sentimental, but there’s something about you—a china doll standing in the debris of an earthquake, cradling the bluest heart in your hands. [dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x inexperienced!reader]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r

✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new starlet. [major crossover, 80s pornstar au, manager!Lloyd Hansen x new/inexperienced!pornstar!reader]

𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥; one shot ⤜ d, s, r (c)

✧࿐ He planted the seeds of doubt and you watered them with your tears. Based on this ask. [dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader, age gap, sensitive!reader]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, d (c)

✧࿐ Your father wrongfully entrusted Lloyd to care for you—it’s too bad he’ll never get you back. Based on this ask. [cat hybrid!reader, dark undertones, exhibitionism, mean!daddy!lloyd]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Lloyd was always with you, either at home, the mall or on-campus, and even when you walk around the garden outside. Unlike your family who you haven’t seen in months. 

He was right, they did always leave—abandon you. 

Your family were elites and ridiculously wealthy. Always taking trips around the world for meetings with their various partners and expanding their company. Even your older siblings were old enough to go by themselves without supervision and since your parents never left each other's side, that left you all alone on the family estate. 

Lloyd phrased it like they craved freedom from you—and you started believing him a long time ago. But sometimes, like today, you’re in poor pathetic denial. 

“That’s it, let it all out.” He fucks you harder, his nails digging into your hips. He loves seeing you cry, there’s nothing like watching the sadness bleed onto your face in hot tears. “You’re doing so good—I’d never leave you, pumpkin, daddy will never leave you like them.”

You cry out his name, trembling against his body as he lightly taps your clit. You’re still so sensitive from his mustache rubbing you raw, but you loved that overwhelming sensation more than anything. “D-Daddy—please, don’t stop.” 

A hard kiss is pressed to the side of your head before his bicep hooks around your throat, making your back arch as he splits you open. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled all your stupid little holes. I’m going to knock you up tonight, baby, and you aren’t going to stop me.” 

He’s warped your thoughts into a twisted puzzle that only he can solve and put together for you. He made you into who you are today, a fresh university graduate with a heart of gold who can’t make any choices for herself. A sad girl with all of this dependence on him, and it only took two years. 

When he met you that first day, he could easily see your potential. It didn’t take long for him to start planting doubts about your family, your lifeline and how they always left you all alone at home with no one but the staff to keep you company. 

He planted the seeds, and you watered them with your tears. 

You missed your family dearly, and can’t even remember the last time you all had dinner together. Your whole life has passed in flashes, but you can only remember a few snapshots, and all of them were spent with your family’s most trusted bodyguard.  

Lloyd was your everything, you couldn’t breathe, let alone function without him. And, that’s why you’re facefirst on your bed, dress flipped up as your bodyguard stretches you open around his cock. 

“I-I miss them…” You weep, biting the sweater as he straddles your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces his last load out in a sloppy mess. He wass truly fucking you stupid. 

“Yet they treat you like they don’t know you,” Lloyd growls, spreading your cheeks and spitting on your puckered hole. He circles the rim, collecting some of his seed with his thumb before pushing it, listening to your cries turn into needy moans. “Like they don’t love you, baby, and you’re worth all the fucking love in the world.”

On his call, the guards currently with the rest of your family will take care of them. And far too many times Lloyd has resisted calling it in. Perhaps your father shouldn’t pay him as much as he does—or foolishly offer him a fraction of your family’s wealth when Lloyd was already robbing them blind.  

And with you, he’d have it all. Not that he only wanted the money but it was a great plus.  

“I’m here for you, sunshine, I’ve always been here for you.” He grunts, “And, you know what?” He asks, cocking his head as if he isn’t rearranging your guts, “Daddy will take care of them for you, right after I fuck all the sadness out of your beautiful body.” 

You convulse so roughly he has to hold you down, ramming into your tight hole with abandon and dragging out your high. Your cream coats his length, creating a ring of white around the base of his cock and smearing down his heavy balls. He curses as you squirt all over him and your bed, your poor pussy is crying—just like you. 

“Will they even miss you?” Lloyd groans, not letting up with his thrusts, sickeningly grinning as you try to escape, he just pulls you back and stuffs you full on his dick. “Poor baby, look at me when you cry, remember?”

With raw bitten lips, you crane your neck, barely seeing him through your teary vision as fresh streams of tears shimmer on your face. 

Lloyd grips your chin, prying your mouth open to spit onto your tongue. You quickly swallow his saliva and mewl as he hits deeper, filthy wet noises fill your bedroom. This time, you don’t try to hide your face and whimper when he leans down to lick your cheek and growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck—you’re so pretty when you cry. And, those tears taste almost as good as your pussy.” 

He’s watched you pout and cry, he can read you like an open book and knows exactly when your golden heart turns a sad shade of blue. And every time he has to fuck you silly. 

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you only want me? Only I can make you happy, make you feel like this.” He hoists your hips off the bed to reach your clit, roughly rubbing it with his fingers, even swatting your puffy folds too. “Don’t tell me you can’t even speak, pumpkin, you know daddy loves hearing you cry.”

“Too much, fuck—too much!” You squeal, twisting and turning as he tortures your cunt like a damn toy, slapping your nub until you scream, “L-Lloyd!”

“Tell me, pumpkin.” He demands, tearing the sweater from your grip to yank you into his front, keeping you locked on his fat cock, his sack flush against your slit. He grinds slowly, and the bulbous tip presses into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Say it, and I’ll keep you forever. I’ll never leave—like them.” 

You hiccup, senses in overdrive with even the slightest move of his hips. “O-Only want you, daddy.” Tears stream down your sweaty cheeks, seeping into the corner of your parted lips, “forever, please—” don’t leave. 

Lloyd has to restrain himself from making the call right then and there, but he’d wait until you’ve fallen asleep to get rid of your family. 

How considerate. 

“Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He flips you around to climb over you again, glancing at your stretched hole as it clenches around air. He caresses your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your skin with a groan, “I’m not going to leave, ever.” He promises, sliding back into you with a single thrust, his abs tense as you claw down his back, “No one will take you from me, got that? I’d do anything for you, pumpkin, just name it.”

Die, kill—he’s already going to do the latter, but you won’t know until tomorrow. He can only imagine how sad you’ll be then, how many tears you’ll cry. It’ll be a fresh feast for him. 

After all, the sadder you were, the better your tears tasted. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well. this was filthy.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Lloyd was pissed off. More than pissed off, he was livid if the vein bulging in his temple was a sign to go by. He was near psychotic, unreasonable, verging on masochistic, and he enjoyed every single second, even though he had thoroughly ruined date night.

It was a beautiful evening that you would remember for years to come. What had made it even better was the elated, joyous mood Lloyd had been in at the start of the date. To begin with, he surprised you with an eye-watering expensive dress that exposed a lot of your skin but extenuate it to perfect. Next, he took his personal helicopter to tour around the city, watching the sunset with his arm tightly wrapped around your waist, delicate kisses along your bare shoulder as he whispered words of affirmation into the shell of your ear.

To finish the perfect date, he found a beautiful bar that overlooked the city as it came to life overnight. The most expensive wine was ordered as he looked at no one but you. His thick fingers would gently caress your thighs along your delicate shoulders and discuss how your lives had changed for the better over the last few years. You were in love, and evidently, so was he.

Of course, all nice things come to an end when Lloyd is involved. Some days, he would be obsessively infatuated with you, the sweetest man you’d ever met, better than anyone you’d ever been with. Then there was the side of Lloyd that you still loved, but it was sadistic, crazed and unpredictable. Maybe you were just as psychotic as him for loving this side of him, but it did make you feel well protected, even if his methods were extreme.

Lloyd made the mistake of taking his eyes off you as he dared to look over your shoulder at the man staring up and down at your outfit.

“Why is he looking at you like that?” Lloyd's voice was chipper despite his eyes blazing with venom towards the stranger. Turning your head in the man's direction, you watched as he quickly looked away towards the city, having obviously been staring at you and now been caught.

Shivering at the uncomfortable feeling of someone looking at you, you turned back to Lloyd whilst shrugging your shoulders, attempting to move on. “I don't know. Anyway, you were talking about Italy. When can we go?”

Something ticks in his tense jaw, the only signal that something had switched in him. The blue of his eyes darkened as he lowered his face to harden his gaze. Lloyd just fixes his stare on the man and doesn’t look away for even a second, not even to blink, as he lets go of your body to clench his fists.

“Why the fuck is he looking at my girl?” Even though Lloyd's words were possessive and sour, his face displayed a shit-eating grin as he absolutely loved the thrill of his aggression.

Still attempting to hold onto hope that the date wouldn’t be ruined, you gently cupped his cheeks and turned his head to face you, but his eyes still looked towards the offending stranger. “Lloyd, please don’t do this; we were having such a nice night. Come on, let’s return to the hotel and have some drinks.” Your fingers gently brushed against his shaved cheeks, grazing over the edge of his moustache, hoping the touch would be comforting.

Finally, after a couple of seconds of anticipation, Lloyd flicked his eyes to you, the gaze softening only fractionally as he exclaimed, “Why the fuck would we do that when we are just about to have so much fun here”.

Without another word, he stands and straightens his maroon-coloured polo shirt and begins to walk away from your table. All hope you’d been holding on to was lost, knowing there was nothing you could do as all hell broke loose.

Somehow, as his hands had been off you, he’d been able to call for help on his phone under the table, so the next moment, the rooftop was covered with Llloyds men, weapons in hand and causing chaos.

As per Lloyds protection and instructions, you were swiftly moved out of the restaurant and into a black SUV to wait in anticipation for whatever mood Lloyd would be returning in. Looking out the window, you admired the peace and calm of the street, not a single person in sight, compared to the horrors that were probably occurring all those floors up with Lloyd and his team. The food you’d eaten seemed to be sitting uncomfortably in your stomach, skin crawling with nerves that wouldn’t settle as time slowly ticked by.

This wasn’t the first time your boyfriend had done something like this, but it all stemmed from one past mistake. Lloyd was always quick to react, eliminating people just because he could, but after too many people had been killed because they had talked or even looked at you, you demanded that he not do it for you anymore; you couldn’t take the guilt. Then, the next time you were out, a guy came over to you in a club to chat you up as Lloyd went to the toilet. He later informed you that he’d noticed the guy staring but was trying to stick to his promise not to kill everyone he thought necessary. This was the one time you needed him, though, as the guy didn’t take no for an answer and had grabbed your arm to the point of bruising, calling you a slut and saying you were going to do whatever he wanted. Thankfully, this was when your boyfriend returned with a sadistic grin and lethal weapons that eradicated the horrible man. Since then, he had sworn to continue his protection plan; as fucked up and deranged as it was, he hated people looking at what was his.

The driver clambering into the car was the first thing to snap you out of your daydream. Next was Lloyd, who climbed in next to you, casual as ever, even though his expensive clothes and handsome face were coated in sprays of blood. “Back to the hotel, please, Michael”, came his surprisingly calm voice.

After your brief look over for any injuries, you don’t look back at Lloyd, instead opting to look out of the window so you don’t have to look at all the blood that covered him. However, you could still smell the distinct metallic scent wafting in the air and the burning through the back of your head as Lloyd’s eyes stared at you.

“Oh, so what? You’re annoyed at me now? I just killed that guy for you, Sunshine, you can’t go ignoring me”.

You don’t say anything as he continues to goad and ridicule you for ignoring him until he grips your cheeks with his blood-stained hands and forces your face towards him. “I have given you everything, Pumpkin. You can’t ignore me now. Only I’m allowed to look at you; do I make myself clear? That asshole had it coming to him. You’re mine, understand? You just make me do crazy things sometimes. Now come here, kiss me; we were having such a nice date before he interrupted us”.

You wanted to shout at him, tell him how manipulative he was being, something that he was trying to improve for your sake, but you knew he was in a headspace that shouldn’t be pushed anymore. Pouting your lips, you closed your eyes to try and forget that he was covered in blood as he leaned in and surprised even himself with how gently his lips pressed against yours.

Sitting back to look at your mouth, Lloyd frowned, “you’re angry at me”, he stated, an obvious fact. You didn’t answer but continued to look at him with an emotionless expression. The muscular thug shrugged and leaned in again for a firmer kiss, but this time, it was interrupted by the clink and coolness around your wrist as he attached a handcuff to your wrist that had been resting in your lap.

“Lloyd? What the fuck are you doing? Take this off of me”, you demand with a frown, pulling on the metal cuff, knowing that it wasn’t going to go off, and this one simple move from your boyfriend determined how the rest of the night would go. His large hand cupped around yours, lifting your fingers to his lips, then nuzzling it into his cheek, the coolness of the handcuff biting into his skin and smearing the blood further.

“You know how I get when I’m in one of these moods”, he says so softly it has your heart cracking to move closer to him but soon snapping out of it when you remember your current predicament. Your heart began to beat faster with the inclining of fear that now pulsed through you, mixed with the excitement pooling in your core.

You knew what he was referring to. When he was in these possessive moods, he liked to remind you that you were his in every way possible. So you didn’t fight him and allowed him to cuff your other wrist, and then both waited patiently for the remainder of the drive to finish.

Lloyd carried you over his broad shoulder once back to the hotel. Not one of the staff stopped him, even though he and the rest of the crew were covered in drying blood. In the safety of the elevator, it was only the two of you as the box ascended to the highest floor. Kicking your feet slightly, you reminded him, “I can walk, you know. You don’t have to make me look like a victim with me thrown over your shoulder”.

Lloyd could hear the jest in your tone, so the spank to your arse only caused you to jump slightly; it didn’t hurt at all. His expensive shoes clicked on the marble floor as you both arrived at your penthouse room, lavish and costly and entirely a way for him to show off further to you.

He walked straight to the bedroom, dropping you inelegantly onto the bouncing mattress. Looking down at your once beautiful dress, you felt disheartened to see it was now stained with blood from the now presumed dead man. Due to your wrists still being cuffed, you had to lie back rather than rest on your elbows, so Lloywd had to crawl over you, hovering close as he asked slowly, “Are you going to be good for me? Do everything that I tell you without fighting?”

Your eyes flicked from his perfect lips, specifically his moustache that had always been your favourite, up to his bemused crystal-blue eyes. “Of course”, you answered sweetly, trying to butter him up with the hopes that he wouldn’t be as mean as you knew he was planning to be. Nodding his head and causing the longer hair on the top of his head to fall into his face, he moved you further up the bed, removing the handcuff from one wrist but only so he could attach it to either side of the bed posts.

After that, both of your feet were naked as he removed your stilettos, and then your ankles were strapped to the opposite corners until you were starfished in the middle of the plush sheets. Next, he's waving his trusty knife up for you to see before he teased it along your collarbone and nicked the top of your dress between your breasts.

With a simple grip of his hands, the beautiful dress tore into two pieces until you were left in just your black lacy lingerie. This wasn’t even saved as he cut off your underwear entirely, and the chill of the air caused a deep shiver to purr through your body.

Lloyd admired the way your nipples hardened under his gaze, but he didn’t stay for long as he began to walk away into where you remembered the bathroom to be. You’re cold without his burning gaze, and the anticipation was killing you, especially as you knew how long this night was going to be, just wanting it to start already so he could finally touch you, even though it wasn’t going to be all positive.

When the heavy footsteps returned, you were half asleep, head dozing and eyes shut. Your arms, shoulders and legs were beginning to ache from being held in the same position; even though you were unsure of the time, it felt to have been nearing half an hour. Blinking your eyes, you found your boyfriend standing at the base of the bed. Thankfully, having showered all the blood away, he now stood in only a towel. You watched a specific drip of water fall from the wet strands on the top of his head, drip onto his muscular shoulder, down his peck, over the well-defined abs and absorbed into his towel.

Licking your lips, you wish you could have trailed the path of the water with your tongue. However, all thoughts disappeared from your mind as Lloyd removed his towel, standing there proud and arrogant in al all his glory.

This horny hunger again disintegrated from your thoughts as you watched him walk to a black bag that was resting on the floor next to the wall. Your mouth dried, pulling with desperation on the restraints to see if they could come free, not that there was anywhere for you to go, but this was the thing you’d been dreading and hoping maybe luck was on your side, and Lloyd wouldn’t go through with it.

The bag was nicknamed his ‘best friend’. It had everything he could possibly need to torment and tease you into submission. Everywhere he travelled, that bag came, just in case, he would say to force fear into your heart. Tonight was going to be a long night indeed.

Returning to the bed, he had an assortment of sex toys. Every single one was enough to pleasure you to the point of orgasm, so to have them all for him to use was your worst nightmare. There was one thing that Lloyd was: a tease, loving nothing more than pleasuring you to that beautiful peak, just to allow it to flutter away without any fulfilment. Sometimes he liked to edge you with his cock, fingers or mouth and then, others, he would choose from his bag of goodies. It was his ultimate show of control, to not only know your body as well as he does but to be able only to allow you to cum whenever he wanted.

“Lloyd, please, can we do something else? I just want to cuddle with my baby.” You tried to put on a sickly sweet voice to convince him otherwise, but he ignored you, organising the toys on the sheets between your legs.

His eyes lit up as he decided what he would start with first. Crawling up your body, he avoided looking into your eyes as he zoned in on your still-perked nipples. Without so much as a warning, he’s licking and sucking one of your nipples into his warm mouth. Your head fell back onto the pillow as you moaned lowly at the gentle touch.

However, you yelped as your nipple was vacuumed into the nipple sucker, one of the toys he’d found in his bag. Looking down your body, you could see your nipple and part of your areoles were puffy and sucked into the pump, which was transparent and had a purple bulb at the top to press to increase the suction. Lloyd repeated this with the other nipple until both were contained and sucked into the toys; any little movement, including breathing, sent deep pulses of tingles between your legs, verging on painful with how powerful the toys were.

“Perfect! What next? Um, oh yes, this will be great”. Lloyd was muttering to himself as he contemplated what to play with next and decided on the small vibrating butt plug, lubing the tip before moving it towards your hole.

With your nipples constantly stimulated, you were keening towards the plug, relaxing your body and blowing out air through your mouth to prepare yourself. You’d had this pretty pink plug many times before, and it was so small that it didn’t cause discomfort as he slowly pushed it in, stretching your asshole until it reached the plug's base until it slipped right in.

It didn’t help when he wiggled the toy until it was comfortable and deep within your ass. You were trying not to react, knowing what was to come would be so significantly more intense that you needed to save your energy.

Another purple device was waved at you from where he sat between your legs, still naked and cock standing proud between his legs but going neglected as he continued to place toys throughout your body. The purple toy he had now was one of your favourites, a rabbit vibrator.

Two of his thick fingers were suddenly poking at your folds, parting them to find your entrance and discovering the wetness that had gathered there.

“Oh naughty girl”, he grins, and then just as slowly as with the plug, he pushed the length of the rabbit vibrator into your cunt until the little ears of the device rested against your clit.

With one last look up to your face, Lloyd turned the rabbit to its gentlest setting so you could feel the rotation of the length within and the vibrations against your throbbing clit. He then turned on the vibrating plug, which was shifting inside you due to the rabbit vibrator. Both of these toys, along with your nipples being sucked on, had your entire body warming, no longer chilled from being naked.

Lloyd admires you briefly, from how your breath continued to hitch, the shiver that would burst through you every few seconds, to the apparent display of arousal on your face. He was mesmerised, and his pulsing cock began to ache from being ignored for all of this time, so he quickly moved to straddle your waist.

You stared at his big frame from the toned thighs that held his body above your middle, up over his hips and well-defined abs. He was a handsome artwork that you could happily stare at all day. Lloyd knew this. He knew just how much you were attracted to him, just as he was to you, so he added this to his torment. With his eyes only on you, he began to cup his balls, squeezing them before slowly running his gripped hand up and down his shaft.

You couldn’t help the moan from tumbling out of your trembling lips at seeing him pleasure himself, especially as you knew he was this turned on because he was looking down at you. You had to watch and not touch even though this was all you wanted to do right now was feel his velvety shaft, play with his balls and taste his salty juices.

His scent came over you, a mix of his fresh body wash and the undertone of his cock that additionally was your downfall as you lifted your head to try and get closer to him, but he just adjusted his position so that your mouth couldn't reach. 

“Lloyd, please!” you finally succumb to your little whimpers and beg for him to move forward, needing to taste him to please him and yourself.

“Whattttt?” he says sarcastically, smiling down evilly at you whilst continuing to squeeze his cock and thrust into his hips, which only caused his beautiful body to become more defined in its sculpture.

Your mouth was salivating to have a taste of him, and the deep vibrations between your legs were driving you slowly insane, already feeling like you were approaching the orgasm you knew Lloyd wouldn’t allow you to have.

“Please, Lloyd”.

He lowered his body slightly so you could feel the hair covering his thighs and arse on your stomach. “What do you want? Tell me Pumpkin. What do you want from me? Because I’ve just killed a guy for you, and so far, all I’ve got from you is being ignored and disrespected, so whatever it is that you want, I don’t really think you deserve it”. He then boasted about his pleasure but gently thrust into his hand repeatedly, making sure to caress the head of his cock with his rough fingers.

You were rolling your hips in time with his like it was his cock that was slowly pulsing inside of your cunt, even though the rabbit was smaller than his girth. “Please, Lloyd, let me suck you off!”

“Hmm, no”, he declared dramatically before leaning back and turning up the rabbit vibrator so that it was both moving inside of you faster and vibrating more intensely. Your moans increase with more volume as your head falls back onto the pillow once more as you try and keep yourself grounded, even though it was becoming increasingly more difficult as you couldn't even rub your legs together for comfort.

As your wet cunt walls tighten with your arousal and impending orgasm, the toy begins to slip out. Your boyfriend notices, but only because your whimpers become more desperate. Pushing the device back in, he holds it there as he continues to jerk himself off.

It seemed he was closer than you were because just as you were about to declare how close you were, he was cumming, thick white streaks of seed spurting out of his cock and over your chest. You watch, mesmerised by his groans, almost pornographic movements of his hips thrust forward, and eyes rolling with pleasure.

This was the exact moment where your body began to buck and clench in preparation to orgasm; just a couple more seconds, and you’d find some relief. However, as you began to shift, your handcuffs rattled, and Lloyd returned to the moment. The rabbit dildo was suddenly removed from your pussy which was left to pulse, and the orgasm disappeared without finding its peak.

“No! Lloyd, please, let me cum, I’ll do anything, please!” Your begs were ignored by the man now waving the wet sex toy around in the air, giving it an obscene lick to taste your juices.

“Taste so fucking good when you're turned on like this Sunshine”, Lloyd declared before scooping up some of his cum from your chest and smearing it on your cheek in a degrading way. “There’s no way you’re cumming tonight, Princess. You don’t deserve it, I’m afraid”.

The nipple suckers and butt plug remained in place, but due to the edging process, they were never enough to bring you completely over the edge; they just continued to keep you highly aroused. Lloyd decided to try and different method, wanting to be close to the action as he led on his stomach between your legs and began to finger fuck you with his long fingers, curling right into your gummy walls.

Each time you were edged, he moved on to a different method. The time following his fingers, his mouth then circled your clit, sucking and flicking, his moustache adding extra stimulation until you were close to tears. Each time he edged you, it took less time to get you to the point of euphoria. Your clit was throbbing and swollen to the point it was nearly painful, and your burning hole from all of the stimulation, your labia puffy from being spread so many times. The tops of your thighs and sheets beneath were drenched with all of your juices seeping out; even your asshole was feeling sensitive with the plug still within, but the batteries had thankfully died a while back to give you some relief.

Until Lloyd realised this and reinserted the rabbit vibrator again, turning it on and finding a vibrating wand that was powerful enough on its own, let alone with all the other toys. For a brief second, you contemplated shouting your safe word as the wand pressed on your already overstimulated clit. You were crying, pleading until your throat ached to cum.

On the other hand, Lloyd was having a great time, seeing just how far he could take this before you truly broke. “Maybe I should have kept him alone, brought him back here with us just to show you off a bit. Let him sit back and watch how I get to decide when you’re orgasming because you’re mind, isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes! I belong to you and only you, please, Lloyd I can’t keep going; I need to cum!”

Just as his plump mouth opens, probably to degrade you a bit more, his phone begins to buzz. You assume he would have ignored it, but he does the opposite, “You’ve got to be quiet for me, Sunshine”. He keeps the vibrator held onto your clit, but with the other hand, he slides across the screen and puts the call onto speaker, then rests the phone on your stomach.

“Hello?” he answers obnoxiously, turning up the control on the vibrator.

“Lloyd? You there? It sounds like you’re near construction. Do you want me to call you back?” came the unrecognisable voice on the other end of the call.

“No, sorry, just a little busy, but I can talk. What’s up?”

You had to hold your breath to try and not make any moaning or crying noises. It was an effort to stop from cumming, let alone not wither around and cause his phone to fall off. Everything was becoming entirely too overwhelming for you, and just as you were about to whisper your safe word, the phone call ended.

“Aww, Princess are you crying? Do you wanna cum that bad? You do look a little sore, and you were so good for me on the phone”. You couldn’t form any words, so you nodded hard enough to become dizzy, needing that orgasm more than air right now. “Ok, you can orgasm for me, honey”. The vibrator presses harder against your body as hearing those magic words; you were pretty sure you would have came even without the stimulation.

Your entire body tensed as you finally orgasmed. Your wrists and ankles ached from being pulled on so tightly, your abdomen muscles were hurting from the amount of tensing and your nipples and between your legs were burning and throbbing with how overstimulated they all were. You orgasmed so hard that you were sure you blacked out for a couple of seconds as squirt sprayed Lloyd’s chest.

The pulsing of your cunt didn’t stop even as your orgasm began to subside. Lloyd couldn’t take his eyes off of your pussy, even as he began to remove all of the toys. Eventually, he had to, though, as he needed to inspect that there wasn’t any lasting damage, trying to determine what kind of aftercare you needed.

Your nipples were permanently plumped and a darker shade from being sucked on for so long, and you needed some sort of cream between your legs. As well as the rest of your body that needed a warm bath to help your muscles not hurt as much tomorrow and clean the juices away.

Even though you were half-conscious, you were aware that you’d be untied and were currently being carried somewhere else, but you didn’t care, only just managing to calm your shakes enough that you were trembling slightly instead.

Lloyd tried to calm you down the only way he knew best: condescension and gaslighting.

“Aww, Sunshine, you did so well for me. I guess I couldn’t really blame that guy for staring at you. You looked so beautiful tonight; maybe I should have been flattered instead to have a girl like you on my arm”.

You couldn’t answer, mainly because the thought of trying to think of a coherent sentence seemed like a mammoth task, so you just stayed quiet, clinging to his neck as your life depended on it. Your boyfriend stepped the two of you into the deep bathtub before filling it with warm water that lapped at your body, convincing it to relax.

Finally, you felt defeated, and even Lloyd didn’t have any words to say as you cuddled in the water. “I love you”, you say, meaning in completely because despite how fucked up he was, he was still yours.