#lloyd hansen filth

[geminixevans-stan]

All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

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[biteofcherry]

who’s the flilthiest chris character

All of his characters are filthy, just in different ways and on different levels. The most intense are Ari, Steve, Lloyd and Curtis. Freezy too, obviously, but I'm not poking him with a stick 😝 Thoughts below because I got carried away with some nasty stuff:

Ari is the filthiest in the most explicit way. He wants you in every position, on every surface, in every hole. And he wants it to be messy and dripping. Not only from your holes. No, this man will cum all over your body. Sometimes he'll clean it up, sometimes he won't. As much as he loves when you're walking around with his cum trickling down your thigs from your cunt, he will also paint your belly and chest, rub it in a little and forbid you from showering. This one time fucked you so many times you had no single braincell working enough to protest when he took pictures of your spread body covered in ropes of cum all over.

Steve's control, authority kink and deep curiosity combine for a very demanding filth. He wants to push all your limits, check how much how well you can take. The man doesn't only get a plug or two, he has a whole fucking array of various sizes, shapes, additional traits (vibrating, fluffy tail, etc) and he will try them all on you and pay attention to both yours and his own reactions.

Also major breeding kink. To the point of installing a rule that you get a creampie every day. Sometimes through thorough fucking, sometimes a quickie, sometimes you don't even get to cum he just wants to unload inside you. And when your coworkers melt over how sweet he is when he brings you lunch or flowers to work, you only smile and head to your office, knowing you have to take your panties off and bend over, because you have to take Steve's come before you're allowed to take a single bite of your lunch.

With Curtis it's all about being owned in every way. Curtis didn't have anything when he was stuck in the tailend of the train, so now that he has you - you're his. His precious, soft toy to use as he pleases (and to care for too, because he gets off on being a provider). There's a lot of marking, with his teeth, fingers his cum too. He makes you wear a collar and sometimes leads you on a leash. You get to sleep in bed with him because he likes basking in extra warmth, but you're always cockwarming him (any hole will do, sometimes he even allows you to choose). And he has limited objections against taking you in public.

Now this man is nasty and sadistic, but combines it with enough sweetness you don't run away. Well, lt's be honest, you couldn't run away. Not really. He'd always find you. When I say Lloyd is a sadist I mean it. For him the pain mixes with pleasure. Your tears get him off. Floggers, belts, a beautifully coiled whip? He has them all and uses them on you. Some insanely looking bdsm equipment? Same. He will chain you up, flog you, then use the handle of the flogger to fuck you stupid. And still he'll make you beg for his cock (which you will get only after you started sobbing). Afterwards he rubs the most expensive oils and ointments onto your tender skin and lets you sleep in the softest, luxurious sheets. But first you gotta earn that by sating his taste for pain, tears and begging.

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[sconnie-doesnt-know]

Happy Lloyd Hansen Day everyone!

#the gray man #lloyd hansen #we're all in the filth here

[speechlessxx]

i cannot wait for all the Lloyd Hansen fics.

#send me the darkest filth y’all got #chris evans #lloyd hansen

[chrisevansispapi]

Breakfast with The Hansens

Warning: Newlyweds,No use of Y/n or Oc names,filth, obsession of Housewife, breeding kink and daddy kink.

Lloyd woke up to an amazing view,the waves washing over the sand,the sound of birds chirping but no sign of his newly wedded wife beside him,only her lingerie on the floor from last night.

The searing of bacon was heard from the downstairs,The aroma of garlic and onions being fried and a click of the toaster.

Lloyd put on a pair of pajamas that laid loosely on his hips,and he ran downstairs to see his sunshine in his boxerbriefs and an apron swaying to a soft song.

He walked behind her as she finished cooking. "Morning,Handsome" she spoke in chirpy voice, "Good morning,baby" Lloyd cups her face softly, placing a kiss on her soft pink lips,she kissed back lovingly.

"Breakfast?" Sunshine suggested as she kept cooking eggs as he held onto her waist from behind. "Depends,which one?" Lloyd slowly lowers the boxerbriefs she was wearing. She only chuckled as she kept cooking, Lloyd turned off the stove, "Getting used to the housewife duties,huh?" He teased her clit with his right hand,the unholy whimpers coming out of his wife were making him harder than he already was.

"Daddy,still sore" Sunshine cried out, "Daddy'll be gentle, don't worry" Lloyd took his member out of his pajama and stroked before ramming into his wife's sopping cunt.

"Promise?" She whimpered softly, Lloyd kissed her ear lobes to assure her, He did his best to control himself from slamming in and out of her, instead he only rammed what she could take and he moved slowly.

Her moans were almost angelic to Lloyd,he kept pulling her in for a hungry kiss because of her moans,she held onto Lloyd's hand on her waist as he kept thrusting into her.

"I wanna have your babies,daddy..." She leaned back on his shoulder as his grunts become more evident, "So desperate for my seed" He moved his hand to grope her tits,she still held onto his hand as he groped, squeezed and pinched her plump breasts.

Sunshine started to whimper and clench on his cock that was still thrusting in and out of her leaking pussy indicating that she was gonna cum. "Lemme cum,Lemme have your babies,daddy?" The woman before Lloyd submissively said.

"Me first,then you can go,'right?" He kissed her cheek as she nodded,he shot his hot thick white seed into her cervix and then she came hard, shaking and whimpering.

"Daddy's got you,babygirl" Lloyd put the boxerbriefs back on her and tucked his softening cock back into his pajamas. "I love you,sunshine" He turned her around to face him, and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"I love you so much,daddy..." Lloyd let her sit down and he sat down next to her, feeding her what she cooked before she was fucked senseless.

Lloyd fixed her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, "You're so precious to me,sunshine"

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Every Man’s Got His Patience, and Here’s Where Mine Ends

Pairing: mob boss!Lloyd Hansen x femme!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~3k

Summary: Lloyd is going to need to claim you, or he’s going to end up killing some people.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, pussy spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, bicep choking, biting, scratching, possessive partner, multiple orgasms, degradation combined with praise kink, overstimulation) pet names, lots of French, murder, unhinged Lloyd, abuse of subordinates, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Told ya! Cannot stop with these two. I’m j just gonna keep riding the Lloyd obsession train until that we’ll is bone dry.

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Lloyd’s snarl was unhinged when he turned to Brutus after yanking another one of the asshole’s teeth out, running his fingers through his hair and shoving it out of his eyes as he bared his teeth menacingly.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right.” He shoved a dirty rag in the poor bastard’s mouth when he started pleading with him, cocking his head at his underling as he took a step closer to him. “Because it’s been three fucking days, and if you just told me you still have nothing, I might start to get pissed off.”

“Well, the number she gave us was a fake…” Brutus cut himself off at the look Lloyd gave him, taking a step back and swallowing thickly.

“No shit, it’s a fake number! You think that pretty little cunt stole from me and was going to give me her actual contact information?” Lloyd’s laugh was mirthless when he pulled out his gun and shot the whimpering sack of shit that was tied to the chair in the head, sighing when he looked back at his handiwork before tossing his weapon aside. “Now, look what you made me do. Did your mother shake you too hard when you were a baby? Sometimes I wonder about you…” He slapped the idiot when he mumbled petulantly at him, sucking in air through his teeth then running a hand over his face in frustration. “Cleveland, call our contact at the Préfecture de Police and give him a description and her alias and see if one of you morons can actually do something useful for once. And you…” he rounded on Brutus again and sneered when he flinched. “Get rid of this. If I don’t have an address in twenty four hours, someone’s going to lose an appendage! I am very quickly running out of what little patience I have!”

You hummed softly to yourself as you took another bite of the warm croissant on your plate, your eyes scanning the newspaper you were holding as you toyed with your new ring absentmindedly. Apparently some dirty businessman had disappeared suddenly without a trace and his family was selling off his considerable collection of antiquities. If you were remembering the asshole correctly, he had a very rare Seurat and collection of ornate stilettos that you had been thinking about since you’d attended a soirée at his estate last year. You were going to have to make a stop at this sale and lift some of those pieces to fill some empty space in your apartment. Didn’t he have a mistress too? Maybe you’d visit to pay your respects and see what kind of jewelry he had spoiled her with.

Once you had finished your pastry and coffee you stood up to make your way back to your apartment, strolling slowly and enjoying the sunshine on your skin as you kept twirling the ring and smiling at the way the small ruby caught the light. You wondered how angry the man had been once he realized what you’d taken from him, he seemed dangerous and like the type who didn’t appreciate when things didn’t go his way. But it was just a small ring and some cash, as pissed as he might have been, he had probably made his way back to the states by now to nurse his wounded ego. Your little habit of snatching up shiny treasures might annoy your marks, but it’s not like you ever took anything truly worth getting upset about.

As soon as you were inside your apartment you let out a little sigh, slowly making your way back to your bedroom. Walking around the city had made you feel pleasantly tired, and you suddenly had the desire to take a nap in a sunbeam like a sweet little kitten. You stretched your whole body when you stepped into your room, looking forward to sinking into your plush mattress in nothing but the lacy pink lingerie set you were wearing under your dress and enjoying a light snooze.

“Well, hi there, sunshine.”

You yelped and practically jumped out of your skin when he spoke, panic flooding your system when you whipped around to find Lloyd sitting in the armchair at the foot of your bed and grinning wickedly at you as he nonchalantly flipped his knife through his fingers. He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath when you turned on your heel and sprinted away from him, charging out of his seat and chasing after you until he could wrap an arm around your waist and slap a massive palm over your mouth when you tried to scream.

“Ah, no no, we’re not playing that game, ma nénette.” He dragged you back into the bedroom while you flailed wildly, chuckling into your hair then setting you on your feet and turning you around so he could look you in the eyes. “I just want to talk, so calm the fuck down, or I’ll knock you out.” He hissed when you slapped him across the face, snarling and grabbing you by the throat as he gave you a warning shake. “I’ll give you that one, because I know I surprised you, but the next one will get you over my knee so fast you won’t even know what happened. Behave.”

“How did you find me? What are you doing here?” You licked your lips nervously as you gazed up at him, your chest heaving with deep breaths as you tried to will yourself to calm down. “It was just a ring…”

“I know a lot of people, don’t worry yourself about that, coquine.” He tweaked the tip of your nose and beamed at the terrified tears that were falling from your eyes, leaning forward to kiss them from your cheeks and purring when you whimpered. “And it was my ring, my tricky little minx. You’ll find that I am very possessive.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what he wanted from you, his lips still trailing over your face as his thumb stroked your carotid artery and you found yourself melting into him. “I just liked the ruby:”

“Ah, ma petite pie, do you just love shiny things?” He rested his forehead against yours and bit his lip when you nodded and let out a pathetic little hiccup, the hand that wasn’t at your throat squeezing your waist before sliding down the curve of your hip. “Of course you do. You really pulled one over on me, I thought you were so sweet and innocent and such a good girl, but you’re not, are you? You’re a naughty little thing.”

“No, I can… I can be good.” Was he going to kill you or what? You couldn’t get a read on him.

“Could you, now?” Lloyd pressed his lips to your cheek and took a step back, grabbing your wrist and plucking his ring off your finger before placing it back on his pinky where it belonged. “If someone gave you all the pretty, sparkly things you desire, could you be a sweet little spoiled thing who’d do anything she was told?”

“What?” You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips when he squeezed your throat before trailing his hand down to softly cup your breast.

“I like you, ma petite pute. More than I should for someone who so brazenly stole from me.” His fingers slid under the soft lace of your bra cup, a low growl rumbling through his chest when he felt the jewels bar that was running through your nipple. “Fuck, I really like you. Your lack of impulse control is incredibly endearing, you’re beautiful, and something makes me want to put that little smile you were wearing before you saw me on your face all the time. Let me spoil you, chérie.”

“I don’t… you want to spoil me?” This had taken an unexpected turn, you weren’t totally sure how you felt about it.

“I do. I want to dress you up in all the pretty things and give you jewelry and ruin you.” He could tell you were still on the fence, so he smashed his lips to yours and waited until he felt you melt into him before pulling back. “Let me make you mine.”

He stepped back and clicked his teeth appreciatively at the whine you let out at the loss of him, grabbing a velvet box from the pocket of his jacket and opening it to reveal a ring with a massive ruby that matched the one in his signet. You reached for it immediately, pouting at him when he slapped your hand before cradling it gently so he could place the ring on your finger himself.

“Yours?” The idea was growing on you fast, that ring softening you up quick and making you think maybe he could be someone who actually understood you. “I’ve been told I can be a handful.”

“Oh, you’re such a little fucking troublemaker, aren’t you?” Lloyd purred as he prowled closer to you, winding a hand around your throat and yanking you towards him while you cooed at the ring again. “Lucky I think you’re so cute, usually don’t put up with thieves.”

“I’m not a thief.” You hummed at the way the ruby glimmered when it caught the light. “I just like pretty things.”

“Mm, you deserve them, chére.” Lloyd leaned closer to nip at your ear and groaned as he inhaled your perfume. “And if you’re mine I’ll give you all you could want and more, just say the word.”

“I’ll be yours, fuck.” You whined when he sucked on your neck, melting into his touch as he dragged his tongue over your throat. “Just yours, what will you give me?”

“Everything, now get on the fucking bed.” Lloyd grinned when he threw you on the bed and you yelped, crawling between your legs and yanking your skirt up around your hips so he could slap the insides of your thighs until you spread them wide for him, ripping your panties off and groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt as he laid in front of you. “Gonna show you exactly what you get when you belong to me, ma pie.”

The sound you let out when he buried his face in your pussy sealed your fate, that soft lilting moan letting him know there was no way he was ever letting you go. One little taste and he was addicted, groaning as he breathed in your scent before he dragged his tongue from your asshole to your clit and back over and over until he was sure he’d tasted every inch of you.

Lloyd made sure your eyes were on him before he spat lewdly on your cunt, cooing when you let out a desperate whine before he pressed a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your slit then thrust his tongue inside you. He growled when he felt you clench around him, shaking his head to push himself as deep as possible while he wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged them over his shoulder as he kept fucking you with his mouth. The neatly trimmed hairs of his mustache were rubbing right against your swollen clit and making your throb against his lips, a soft series of mewls escaping from your throat while you arched your body into his face and rolled your hips needily.

You struggled to keep your eyes on his when he groaned into your cunt again, your slick making a mess of his face as his tongue curled inside you and stroked your soft walls until he felt you starting to flutter for him. He waited until he heard your breath hitch then dragged his tongue out of you at a torturous pace, making sure he slowed down even further when he reached your clit until he felt it pulsing for him then wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking hard.

That was it, you were lost. Every muscle in your body sang as your eyes rolled back in your skull, some high, thin sound that was foreign to your ears leaving your lips while your pussy gushed all over his face until he was soaked. Lloyd swallowed as much as he could with an appreciative moan before detaching from you, smacking the swollen mess between your legs and chuckling darkly when your only answer was a pathetic whimper before he started peeling off his clothes almost teasingly slow.

“Normally at this point I’d fuck you with my hand for about an hour until could barely remember how to breathe, but… oh Jesus Christ.” He purred once he finally got his clothes off and proceeded to remove your dress, the sight of you panting and naked and wanton for him just about the most fucking beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his damn life. “But after tasting you, and hearing all those sweet little sounds your making, and knowing you’re all fucking mine, shit, I’m aching, I don’t ever think I’ve been this fucking hard.”

“Then why don’t you fuck me, Lloyd?” You licked your lips and gave him a sloppy grin, sliding your hands over his torso and squeezing his hips with your thighs while you rolled your body underneath him.

“Oh ho, god you’re sassy.” He gave you a soft laugh before curling over you and running his tongue over the piercing in your nipple. “I’m gonna fuck that right out of you, coquinette.”

“We’ll see… fuck!” You screamed when he sank his teeth into your tit and slammed his cock into you, your fingernails into his back and breathing raggedly when he started driving his hips against yours violently.

“What was that, ma jolie chatte?” He cooed as his bit and sucked his way up your chest, grinning and rubbing his nose against yours when you whined and clutched at his shoulders as he reached above you to grab the headboard and give himself more leverage while he nipped at your bottom lip. “Aww, already? I thought you weren’t gonna be this easy, chérie, I’m almost disappointed.”

You couldn’t answer him, sobbing when he grabbed your knee with his free hand and pressed it against your chest so he could hit you even deeper. The first time the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix you almost passed out, then he kept doing it over and over and over again and grinding into your clit and all you could do was sink into the mattress with a defeated groan.

Lloyd sucked your bottom lip between his with a low hum when your pussy flexed around him as he gave a dirty grind of his hips, keeping his cock deeply seated in you while he rolled your swollen clit against his pelvis. It should have made you angry how easy your body was bending to his will, but then ran his hand down the curve of your leg so he could prop your ankle on his shoulder and sink his teeth into the curve of your calf and you lost it. He growled out a curse against your skin when your cunt clamped down on him, the sight of your body spasming under him while you screamed in your pleasure making him feral.

“Oh god, this fucking cunt, how are you so damn tight?” He caressed your ankle almost reverently even as his hips started punching into you again, kissing the mark his teeth had made on your leg before pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach with no warning then spearing back into you with a bitten off snarl. “Shit, like you were made for me, chaton. I’m gonna ruin you and this perfect little snatch for anyone else, you’re mine. Say it.”

“‘M… ah!” You cried out when he yanked you back by your hair and landed a solid smack across your ass, digging your fingers into the pillows and arching your back as his balls slapped against your clit every time his hips met your ass. “‘M yours Lloyd, just yours, it’s your pussy. Oh shit, fucking take me.”

“Oh, good fucking girl.” Lloyd moaned when he felt you come again, your sweet little pussy gushing beautiful cream all over his length and making it swing for him to slam into you at an even wilder pace, curling over you and winding his bicep across your throat as he purred into your hair. “Give me one more, ma nénette. Baby, my good girl, come on my cock, milk me dry, I want you to be so full of me you're leaking for a month.”

Your only response was a choked off sob as his arm tightened across your windpipe, drool leaking down your chin and over his forearm as he bounced his hips off your ass and bit at the shell of your ear. It was getting harder and harder for you to breathe as you got closer to yet another peak, your vision tunneling and blood rushing in your ears as you tried and failed to brace your hands against the headboard and instead resigned yourself to letting him use you until you were utterly spent.

All it took were two more drives of his hips and his cock dragging through your swollen walls before you were blacking out with a pathetic whine and squirting all over his thighs. Lloyd threw his head back and roared when your perfect cunt squeezed the life out of his cock, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a snarl as you pulled every single drop of cum from his balls as they pulled tight to his body until he was spilling inside you with a feral growl.

He collapsed on top of you with a groan when your pussy kept fluttering and flexing around him and making his pleasure stretch out almost unbelievably long as he panted into your hair. Not that you were aware of anything, drooling all over yourself and whining with need while Lloyd pressed kisses over the curve of your neck before scraping his teeth over the curve of your cheek as he stretched his body over yours.

“Ma chérie, you still with me?” He chuckled when your only response was an unintelligible murmur, pressing his lips to your temple then your cheek then your shoulder before pulling out of you reluctantly and rising to his feet. “Rest, ma coquinette, sweet little thing.”

Lloyd wandered out to the living area still stark naked after making sure you were indeed asleep, frowning at his two goons who had sat themselves in your lounge with those moronic looks on their faces.

“Call the fucking jet and tell them to fuel up and that we have another passenger. Then get Jeanette on the line and let her know we’ll need some of the necessities from this place packed and shipped to the states.” He heard you let out a sleepy moan and grinned to himself after shoving his hair out of his face, not even losing his good mood when he turned back to the two idiots who were blinking at him stupidly. “I’ve got a darling little pet now, and I want to make sure her transition to her new home goes as smoothly as possible. So try not to fuck it up like you usually do.”

#natalie writes #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[ozarkthedog]

𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 · 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

gif credit: @r-pattinson

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

word count: 1505

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

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

♁  𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♁  𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲  ♁

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feet quickly shuffle away and the large double doors close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lloyd! What’re you-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #Lloyd Hansen smut #the gray man #chris evans #lloyd hansen fanfiction

[ronearoundblindly]

If its ok what if

Lloyd hansen x reader x steve rogers

🥵 smutt

ya know, it took me a loooong time--this ask is from september--to come up with something, but today's the day apparently! And, AND! The lovely @darsynia made me an awesome graphic whilst I wrote all this filth! Thank you, bestie!!! WC 3.3k

Warnings for oh fuck these two are terrors, smut, goddamn fighting (obviously, bc they can't get along in any universe), possibly the worst fucking puns ever and I no longer care, terrible/inaccurate/but very mild dom/sub vibes, not much but knife play. Please note that this work does not involve the two men together. Alternate title: Ro is 1,000% [nope, better make it 1,000,000%] going to hell. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. There is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!

You can tell Steve is about to crawl out of his skin as the knife touches yours.

"You buy these pretty things for me?" Lloyd coos, tucking the point of his switchblade beneath a lacy seam. He knows damn well the navy set with bright red hearts is not for his enjoyment at all, so he turns his head to stare at your husband.

"Useless," Lloyd growls, flicking his wrist deftly.

The sliced fabric springs back to reveal your thatch of hair. You have no idea whether Lloyd was talking about your panties or Steve, and frankly, you're too turned on to care. There’s a certain amount of goading you expected aimed at the awkward hunk leaning on the far wall.

Steve clenches his arms tighter across his chest and sucks in a breath, eyes darting to your skin in case Lloyd drew blood, but his gaze lingers at your almost exposed core.

He hates this whole idea, but you have tried talking to him so many times about how to make sex more interesting. Steve can't stand to even listen to the words much less do what you want. This is the compromise.

Lloyd Hansen will do anyone for the right price, and sure, usually, that's killing, but who doesn't love a good fuck? Who wouldn't get half-hard just thinking about taking Captain America's wife to pound town right in front of the guy?

Lloyd simply smirks, returning his eyes to you and nudging the lace a little farther. The flat of the blade on your mound feels cold and so fucking dangerous that you shiver, neck tensing to throw your head back.

"How's that feel, pumpkin?"

"Golden," you whine, mewling when he nicks the other end and pulls your panties off. Lloyd doesn't like safe words and shit, but he agreed to a few check-ins, and you do have a way to stop him because, let's face it, the money is the real goal for him. The rest is gravy.

Lloyd stalks over to Steve's corner of the room, lifting the ruined garment for the other to take. "A souvenir--" he chuckles "--what's that smell like to you, huh, big man?"

Steve grimaces, unmoving, so Lloyd shoves your panties in his face.

"Smells like team spirit to me."

You should laugh. You really should. You should not fucking moan when you see Steve's chest expand and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You should not have such a surge of tingling heat race to your center that your thighs slam together.

But you do. And Lloyd notices.

"This is gonna be fun," he whispers, likely to himself, as he drops the fabric and walks over again.

His fingertips slide from your knee up your thigh, and Lloyd bends to nip at your neck.

"Lie back from me, sweetheart. Go on."

You have to cover a squeak while you flop onto the mattress. This sort of dominance is nothing like Steve Rogers even on his most confident day. Steve is always measured and a little tentative, his force reined in to the point of being boring after so many years. This is all flush and feral with the promise of oblivion, and in the strangest way, you still associate every second as with Steve, not Lloyd Hansen. The exercise in trust--the sheer fact that he was willing to entertain this idea, much less the practice--is a show of devotion from Steve you never thought possible.

And then Lloyd kneels down and pushes your legs apart. "Open up for me. That's it. Good girl."

"Ah fuck," you moan into your hand, and thank god if Steve does hear you, he doesn't say a thing.

Lloyd skips finesse and plunges into the dirty end of the pool by licking all the way up and down your cunt, hands spreading your ass to expose every bit of you to him, and he pauses to speak with his mouth against your clit.

"Do I need to give him a lesson or can I just fucking taste you?"

"I know how to--" but Steve's protest dies behind the noise Lloyd makes sloppily eating you out like a man starved.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his head, and your hips buck into the wild ride. His mustache burns in the best way. You gasp so much that your throat burns dry, too.

He says other things, things that rumble up your spine and settle deep in your brain, but you can't process what those words are until the white-hot lightning finally cracks your body apart.

Lloyd is shockingly soothing as you come back down from your high but unshockingly smug when he sweeps his face clean of your cum.

"You're doing star-spangled spectacularly for me, slut, now why don't--"

There's a thunderclap of noise that wrenches you out of your bliss. You’re knocked onto your side as Lloyd falls to the floor.

Steve raises his arm again but hesitates when you call his name.

"He doesn't...he doesn't do well with language like that," you manage to say, still fuzzy and out of breath.

Lloyd wipes blood from his nose. "Yeah, I picked up on that. Thanks,” he spits sarcastically, followed by a real spit to clear his mouth. “Down, boy. I'll play nice--" he winks at you as he rises "--but not too nice."

Lloyd climbs back to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand spreading over your throat gently. "Feels good, don't it? Feeling golden?"

You nod vigorously.

He licks more blood from his lip. “Yeah? Can we move on, pumpkin, or is your pussy still needy—“

Lloyd catches Steve's fist this time, jumping up to punch your husband square in the neck.

Steve, to his credit, doesn't even go down, but he drops his arm and steps back, rubbing the point of contact as he wheezes for a minute.

"Can I please continue?" Lloyd screams in annoyance. The man is not in any way used to sharing, or going slow, or giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room for that matter. However, Lloyd is a dedicated professional, so he’ll continue because he knows what’s in it for him. "God damn it,” he barks, spitting at Steve’s feet.

Lloyd takes a beat to compose himself and returns to your side, facing away now, his hand plunging between your legs.

"Time to earn participation points, Golden Boy." Two fingers breach your entrance without warning. "On your knees."

Lloyd snaps his other fingers and points to the ground like he's training a dog to heel.

Slowly, with wide eyes and hesitant steps, Steve places himself exactly as Lloyd did before. He strategically keeps his focus glued to yours until the squelching sound of Lloyd's fingers thrusting in and out of you becomes too loud to ignore.

That look--that fucking moment where your husband sees your core and hunger darkens his whole face--could send you back over the edge right here, but suddenly, Lloyd stops.

"Now we've got his attention," the cruel man laughs.

Like your panties before, there's no ceremony to Lloyd shoving his fingers into Steve's awe-parted lips, but the biggest shock is how your husband doesn't fight the intrusion. No. Steve grabs Lloyd's wrist to keep him there until Steve is done sucking your taste off another man's fingers.

You're pretty sure that's when your soul left your body, but it's a toss-up between that and every other moment tonight.

With more patience than you thought possible, Lloyd waits, comically making an “O” with his mouth and looking at you. “Someone’s eager for the beaver, I see.” He takes the same wet fingers and tucks them between your breasts, snapping the front of your bra sharply against your sternum. 

“Finish unwrapping your present. I wanna see what you got—” and when Steve immediately reaches behind your back for the clasp, Lloyd’s eyebrows bob up and down “—and he’s good at following orders, too.”

Your husband plants a gentle kiss on the swell of one breast before Lloyd stops him, tutting while he holds a fucking knife against Captain America’s chest to sit him back on his heels.

He ticks the blade down. “That’s your half now. This is mine.”

You’re practically panting while Steve’s eyes go hard in possessiveness, locked onto Lloyd in a challenge you don’t quite understand until the fancy man flips the blade back into it’s handle.

“Fine,” Lloyd grouches, tossing the knife farther up the bed. He shuffles closer to face you, a warm hand cupping your breast before he tweaks the nipple harshly. “Why don’t you relax for us, huh, good girl?”

Lloyd coaxes you to lean back again, orders Steve to hold your legs open and tease you, buries painful fingers in your hair, and forces you to watch.

“That’s it. Don’t you want to hear her beg? Doesn’t she sound so sweet? Oh, I like her desperate…”

Not in years has Steve Rogers whispered anything so filthy as the shit that falls from Lloyd’s mouth, but goddamn, every word is like kindling stoking the vigor with which Steve consumes you. You lap up the praise while your husband gulps down every ounce created by every word.

Lloyd lowers to suck and bite all over your chest, marks blossoming across the tender skin as he takes a sort of sweet revenge for his bloody nose. A kink for a kink.

“You want to tell him what’s next,” Lloyd rasps, straining your neck back to look at him in the last few moments before you come again, “or should I?” His devilish smile is the last thing you see before he pushes you to meet Steve’s eyes, the perfect, final flick of tongue rolling over your clit.

Dutifully—sweetly almost—Steve lifts away from you as your legs shake, replacing his face with his fingers to gently bring you down, and Lloyd does not like that. He swats Steve’s hand off to slap your raw bundle of nerves and shove his fingers in again, brutally hitting that spongy spot until the dam of orgasm doesn’t just rupture, it explodes inside you.

You cry out and flail. Lloyd pins you down with a knee to your ribcage, and it hurts but not enough to give a shit over the rush of cum soaking his hand and the sheets below. Steve holds your ankles so you don’t kick him in the face while squirming, transfixed on every move Lloyd makes to milk you stupid.

With one last wet slap, Lloyd rests his hand on your belly and tosses a gelled lock of hair out of his face.

“Wifey here wants to suck you dry,” he boasts, and your hands fly to your face in hot embarrassment.

You confessed that after drinking quite a lot during the ‘negotiation’ of terms for this little arrangement, but only when Steve excused himself to the restroom. Lloyd wasn’t supposed to repeat your fantasy.

“That’s right, big guy. She’s gonna blow your—“ his eyes drop and raise “—mind,” he continues, unpinning you and pushing your arms to the side. He leans down to smear your own slick across your mouth messily, quietly adding, “he won’t even notice I’m right behind you.”

The air rushes out of your lungs before you can stop it, making a downright pathetic sound of anticipation.

“Strip,” Lloyd commands, waving a hand casually at Steve and sauntering over to a bottle of water on the dresser. “The…uh…lady should get on her knees.”

Steve turns to the other wall, unable to meet your eye, bright red blotches spotting his neck and cheeks. He’s embarrassed, too, but from the speed at which he unzips his jeans to relieve his still-straining erection and then pulls his shirt over his head, Steve is also painfully aroused. You even catch him rubbing his cock with each conceivable pass while disrobing. It reignites that weak fire between your tired legs.

“Face up, Captain. Give ‘er some room,” Lloyd snorts, capping his water.

Of course, Steve spreads his legs in front of you, and instead of acknowledging how fucking hard he is, he helps you balance into position.

You capture a quick kiss and smile as your husband blushes even more.

“Jesus, I’m gonna vomit,” Lloyd mutters behind you.

He’s just so, so fucking evil, but you admit the contrast has you drooling to get your mouth on Steve. You’re already planning on adding orders to your regular routine. You buzz with excitement at all this play implies, now and in the future.

Steve isn’t just letting this happen; he likes what’s happening.

Lloyd’s warm hand pets down your spine until it rests heavily on your lower back, the heel of it pressed against your spread ass, an encouragement and a threat.

“Take him how you want. Just like you told me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to Steve’s ragged breaths amidst Lloyd's criticism.

“You don’t just lick him, do you, kitten? You can do better than that. I thought you wanted to swallow him whole. Don’t disappoint me now. More. You can take it. More.”

Your nose nuzzles into Steve’s pelvis as you feel his cock jump in your throat. You swallow around him but force yourself up for air after.

“Is that the best you got?” Lloyd teases, his hand sliding tauntingly down your crack and through your folds before he’s gone.

You open your eyes when he grabs your wrist and presses the closed switchblade into your palm.

“Go on. Hold it, pumpkin. Right there.” Lloyd makes your hand rest on Steve’s thigh. For balance, you have to open your fist and press the metal to your husband’s skin as you take him back into your mouth.

Steve fucking groans, pinching his eyes shut and grabbing the sheets beneath him.

“Oh yeah,” Lloyd chirps, “he likes a bit of danger, huh?” A flat hand cracks against your ass, making you whine with your lips around Steve’s dick.

The sound of Steve whimpering is coupled with the snap of Lloyd's belt. His fingers return, and you just know he’s unabashedly staring at your pussy.

“Whoo-ee, if you weren’t already gaping for me, I’d think you weren’t into this. Put your back into it.” You hear the rip of a zipper only moments before the thick tip of him lines up.

You can’t help but moan low and long over Steve’s length.

“Baby?” Steve breathes above you.

“She’s fine,” Lloyd answers instead, pushing in. The head of him pops past the first ridge of your walls, and his hand clamps down on your hip, the other flat over the small of your back, guiding, controlling.

The spit of both men coats your core and inner thighs, you remember, and the slow swirl of ambient air proves it. That thought makes your eyes roll back as much as the glorious pressure of Lloyd’s cock filling you.

But Steve’s fingers find your chin and raise you to look at him, repeating his question until you let him fall heavy from your mouth and lick your swollen lips.

“Golden,” you say just as Lloyd bottoms out. “Fff-ahh.” You barely stop yourself from cursing when he thrusts forward and another SMACK hits your ass. “Golden,” you promise, because you know Steve is watching with extremely mixed feelings.

You return what attention you can to stuffing your mouth full. A rhythm progresses while you rock between them, but it’s too gentle for—of all people—Steve.

His hand knots through your hair to guide you faster. You have to plant yourself steady on the mattress, the knife digging into both your flesh, and hold your hips still.

Lloyd isn’t even fazed as he takes over his own selfish pace, his balls slapping so hard they sting your thighs. He keeps talking, too.

“See how much she likes that, buddy?”

Oh, that is not going to go over well with Steve.

“Bet she’d drop to her knees for you daily.”

He’s not wrong there…

“Damn, babygirl—“ Oh shit “—sometimes a bitch just needs fucked doggy-style.”

You can feel Steve’s chest fill to correct him, the deep v-line of his Adonis’ belt pressing against your nose to cut off your air, but Lloyd purposefully slams into you. You lurch forward to deep-throat Steve with a scream of alarm, and the constriction nearly topples Steve over the edge.

Just for a moment, his hand holds you down, choking you. It’s Steve choking you on his dick, and your nails happily dig into his meaty thighs. You’ve dreamed of this day.

With a strangled sound, Steve pulls you off him, strings of spit drip from your abused mouth. You’re gasping for air but also not done enjoying yourself, so you lick and kiss up Steve’s length until ready to take him again.

All the while, Lloyd darkly chuckles and kneads at your ass.

When one spanking lands so hard that you cry out, Steve bucks down your throat and punches the bed, clearly torn between sensation and situation. 

“Such an asshole,” he grits through clenched teeth. 

“Oh,” Lloyd tuts, “she wants it in the ass? Well, when in Rome…” He swipes his thumb over the cream pooling at the base of his cock and shoves his thumb hard against your puckered hole. 

Honestly, you have no idea if it even breached because you scream and fall forward on Steve's dick. This time, Steve comes with a roar, a raging, animalistic thing you have never heard before, but you’re pulled away just as fast. 

Lloyd hauls you up to his chest, telling you to look at what a fucking mess your husband is for you. Steve desperately grips himself until it’s over, half his spend glistening on his abs, half rolling down your chin while Lloyd continues to thrust into your sweet spot.

He’s given up controlling his language entirely.

“Fuck, she’s close. Come on, big guy—“ he pinches your nipple and bites at your neck “—finish her off.”

Lloyd drops you like a stone into Steve’s waiting arms, and Steve wastes no time slamming his mouth to yours and furiously rubbing your clit. You’re so stretched out that three of his thick fingers feel like nothing until they curl.

This time you can’t help but shout your own curse. Steve just keeps kissing you, holding you two together as you writhe. You hardly notice Lloyd painting his cum across your back and ass but neither does Steve, it seems, because the next thing you know you’re laying beside your husband in bed while your guest grins in triumph.

“I’ll just take this,” Lloyd drawls, reaching beneath Steve’s bare leg to retrieve his knife. He slaps Steve’s ass, too. It’s as if Lloyd knows Steve will let him get away with just about anything in the post-coital fog. “Don’t want you to feel left out, buddy.”

Your husband makes no move at all except to kiss your forehead.

“How are you?” He smooths your wrecked hair out of your face.

“Oh wow,” you say with a rough voice and runaway breaths, “I’m golden, just golden.”

Lloyd grabs his water bottle, joking. “My work here is done, and you two—“ he swigs and swallows dramatically “—I don't mind repeat business from. Anytime. Fuck.” 

He struts to the bathroom, pants still undone and hanging open, uncaring. With a shout, he slaps the top of the door frame.

“That’s America’s Cunt!”

Steve’s whole body tenses. “I hate that guy,” he grumbles into your sweaty skin.

You snuggle closer, surrounded by familiar body heat and musk. “I know. Isn't it great?” 

Because it’s so, so true. There is nothing about Lloyd Hansen you actually want for one second longer than necessary. That's the beauty of teamwork: everyone serves their purpose.

Honorable mention to the line I promised but ultimately couldn't fit in (that's what she said):

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[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — there is no violence but reader is scared shitless, trigger warning

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope this is not too fast, the next chapter will be complete filth so he prepared and it might take longer as it will be longer — the following smut chapter will only include the name of the character in the tags!!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

You found yourself in a neat bedroom, it had an included bathroom, a King-sized bed, a dark wooden desk and one big closet next to a drawer.

The room was simple yet beautiful, the walls painted in a cool white, the furniture was in the same dark wood which paired perfectly with the velvet red bedsheets and pillows of the bed. It gave the room a rich atmosphere.

As your gaze drifted to the closet you remembered your clothes that were still in your car. You weren’t sure if Bucky and Ari could get your car to the mansion or helped you get your clothes.

You walked back down to the kitchen in search for one of the two men, but there was only Lloyd getting a beer from the fridge. He looked intimidating and had to build up all your confidence to speak to him.

Lloyd had notice you standing behind him, how could he not your scent was too strong.

“Uhm, uh Lloyd?” you asked carefully stepping towards him. Said man turned around with a smirk, “what can I do for you, trésor?” he asked putting the beer on the counter next to him.

“I have no clothes, they’re still in my car…,” you tod him fumbling with your fingers. Lloyd gave a sigh and he started to think, he wouldn’t let you go out that was for sure. It was too late and the journey too long for his liking.

“Mhm, I could give you a shirt of mine and some shorts until tomorrow. Then we can get everything,” he proposed, and you nodded along, the idea wasn’t bad, so you accepted.

“Then come on,” he said waving his hand telling you to follow him. Lloyd left the beer in the kitchen and led you through the foyer to the steps. “Tomorrow Bucky can give you a complete tour of all the rooms, all the bedrooms are on the second floor which means we will be just a few feet away,” Lloyd reassured you.

It did make you feel better as you didn’t have to worry about finding no one in the big house at night – or any daytime for that matter.

After you had climbed the stairs, Lloyd walked in into the direction of your room but two door prior he opened mahogany door. He stepped to the side letting you enter his quarters, your mouth dropping as you took in the breath-taking room.

The bedroom was spacious, there was a little hallway before you were able to see the whole room. Right next to it was a nightstand and a king-sized bed with black sheets, red pillows, and a red duvet. The headboard had a rounded triangle top and pillars on each side. Opposite from the bed where tall windows which overlooked the forest and a few mountains.

Lloyd turned on the light causing your eyes to snap up to the chandelier, it was made out of the same mahogany wood as the rest of the room.

He took your hand guided you to sit on his bed, “relax trésor,” he said before walking to his closet that was on the left of the windows. Opening the immense doors he revealed a row of black suits, dress shirts, polo shirts and expensive looking jackets.

“What does that mean?” you couldn’t help but ask as he again used the nickname for you. Lloyd turned around, “it means ‘treasure’ in French,” he smirked a little. Your cheeks heat up at the reveal of the meaning.

The man pulled out a white dress shirt, then he opened a drawer from beneath and took out a short sweatpants.

You watched him closely as he walked around the room, you still couldn’t believe how you ended up in a house with eight gorgeous man.

The moon was shining through the tanned windows, the light glazing onto Lloyd’s skin. At second glance his skin looked dark red, but that was probably just because his room was coloured in the dark red.

“Here you go,” he snapped you out as he laid the clothes on your lap. The light of the moon was now on his back, you couldn’t see that it turned his skin red once again, that it looked like his upper body was completely bare.

Your fingers touched the soft fabric, gently stroking it, “thank you Lloyd,” you mumbled absently as your mind was focused on the smooth fabric.

The bed dipped next to you, “everything okay?” Lloyd pulled you from your thoughts again. You turned your head towards him, and a frightened scream left your lips. His face was now fully exposed to the moonlight, his skin dark red, eyes pitch black, on his head allusions to two horns and behind him unfolded dragon like wings that were only a few shades darker than his skin.

Scrambling off the bed you took a run towards the door, Lloyd looked confused but as his eyes glazed over his hand, he realized what had happened, “shit, fucking shit,” he cursed.

As you opened the door you ran right into Bucky, he caught you in his arms, “hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asked while his eyes scanned over your features. You looked up at him just as the moonlight was lightening his face, Bucky looked just like Lloyd.

Instead of screaming you wriggled yourself out of his arms and ran down the hallway to the stairs, fear written all over your face.

You knew this was a bad idea to even step into this house, you should have realized it when you noticed that all of them were hot as fuck - hot as hell more like.

Back in Lloyd’s room Bucky finally noticed why you ran, his eyes scanned his friend's features before he looked at his own hands. “Why didn’t you close the curtains?!” the brunette scolded Lloyd who glared at him, “because I wanted her to leave. Obviously, I wasn’t aware that today was a fucking full moon!”

“Oh, now stop acting like you’re a werewolf, we can decide when we change appearance,” Bucky turned around walking out of Lloyd’s room with him following close behind. “Yeah, but when the full moon shines on our skin you fucking see it,” he kept arguing with Bucky.

“Stop trying to find excuses, she’s gone now and we gotta find her,” Bucky got louder as walked along the hallway.

The others came from their rooms as they heard the loud noises, Steve Rogers was the first to speak up, “Buck what’s going on?”

Bucky huffed an annoyed laugh, “Hansen over here couldn’t hide his true form in front of our little guest who now has run off,” he explained, receiving rows of groans. “Hey! None of you were against the idea of telling her anyway,” Lloyd began defending himself.

“Let’s just find her and you stay away from her until she decides it’s okay,” Ari ordered, pointing his finger at Lloyd at the end of the sentence.

The men parted ways in search of you.

You run, your brain tells you to run faster and faster. Tree after tree passed your sight until you couldn’t run anymore, you were out of breath. You didn’t want to stop, but your waist hurt, and your feet screamed at you to stop.

Looking around you saw a few trees further away from the road, a good hiding spot. You let yourself fall against the tree slowly drifting down with heavy breaths. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real, you’re dreaming. You told yourself over and over again, demons were not real.

Suddenly all air was knocked from your lungs as you heard Ari call your name, was he like them? Of course, he was! Why else would he live with them?

“Please, we won’t hurt you! Can we at least talk? Just listen to us and then when you don’t want to stay Rogers, Bucky and I will fix your car instantly, please,” his tone sounded sad and you could almost think he was begging, almost. You didn’t believe him one bit, you tried slowing down your breathing in hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

Ari’s enhanced hearing picked up on your breathing and carefully walked into the direction of the trees. He had no intentions of hurting you - neither did one of the men. All of them were aware that they had to tell you in some way and as soon as possible, but this was certainly not how they wanted you to find out.

You heard leaves rustle around you and closed your eyes in fear. A quiet whimper left your lips, never in your life before had you been so scared.

“Please, I promise you that we will not hurt you and for what it’s worth I’m not allowed to break promises,” Ari continued talking, his voice coming closer and closer to you. There was not a bone in your body that believed him.

Ari carefully rounded the trees and came face to face with you, his sudden appearance caused you to scream loudly and hit the back of your head against the tree. The piercing pain made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“No, oh, cherry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he instantly started talking. You realized that all of the different nicknames annoyed you, couldn’t they settle for one?

“Go away, please I don’t want to die,” you cried, choking on your own saliva. Ari looked horrified, he didn’t want you to think they were going to kill you.

He slowly walked towards you while you tried to squeeze yourself inside the tree which did not work.

“I promise you, we will not hurt you. We just want to be friends, get to know you, help you. Let me look at your head or better Brandon, he’s a doctor,” the demon tried again. Your eyes hardened, why wouldn’t he just go away? You realized that he wouldn’t leave you alone so it was either sit here and he might force you or act confident, threaten him and then run as soon as you can.

“Fine, but if you dare to do anything but the promise you made, then I will cut off your dick,” you threatened him and pushed yourself up with the help of the tree. A piercing pain runs through your body making you whimper.

“Cher-,” “Don’t touch me. Stop with the nickname.”

You walked by him and into the direction of the house with him trailing behind you. Ari had called the others to tell them he found you and you were on the way.

Back at the house Ari told you to go into the living room where the other men - demons already sat. All of them looked like kicked puppies. You sat down in an armchair opposite from the demons.

“Why are you all so silent? You want to explain? Then explain,” you didn’t know where the boots of confidence were coming from, but you loved it. “Could Steve look at your head while we explain?” Ari asked and you rolled your eyes, “if he must.”

Lloyd and Nick had a shit eating grin on their faces. It was clearly visible how much they enjoyed your mannerism at the moment. Steve Kemp got up to get the first aid kit, Rogers and Ransom sat there not knowing what to do and Bucky desperately wanted to apologize.

“We’re sorry, we wanted to tell you! But not just yet because we were scared how you would react, we don’t want to hurt you. Actually, we really want to spend time with you, doll,” Bucky immediately began and the nickname was making your blood boil again.

“Okay let’s pause for a second, either find one nickname or none,” you interrupted him. The men looked at each other, all of them thinking they understood each other.

“Trésor,” “cherry,” “darling,” “bunny,” “kitten,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “princess,” they said unison, and quickly realized their mistake. You groaned and clutched your hand against your head, if you were really going to stay you would make them have a therapy session together once a day.

“We will come back to that later, what are you?” you changed the subject back right as Steve moved your head to inspect it for any major injuries. “You seem good, but if you decide to stay here the night, we gotta keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the brunette explained, you nodded in response - you wondered if Steve was even a real doctor.

“Well, uh, we’re incubus…,” your eyes instantly widened in shock at Ransom's words. You weren’t all in the topic about incubus and succubus, but you knew they were sex demons.

“You, all of you are sex demons?” you asked slowly, still not believing what was happening, “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming….”

“No, you’re not, please believe us. We would never harm you and-,” “even if we were to harm you, first we would fuck you,” all eyes went from Andy to Ransom.

Your jaw dropped at his words, your thoughts were all over the place, your head hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep. A part of you wanted to give and just be with them, their aura was alluring, it might have been the reason why you wanted to stay with them.

However, you also asked yourself if their explanation was of any use on how your judgment about them would change.

“Ignore Ransom. We will answer all of your questions,” Bucky continued and stood up from his seat to walk over to you. He got on one knee in front of you, “can you forgive us? I will do everything you want,” he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you wanted to slap yourself for thinking how cute he looked.

You also wanted to slap yourself for what you were about to say, “I will forgive you…not now, but at one point,” if all of them were going to be like Bucky and had the need to worship the ground to walked on then you could get used to this.

“Thank you, thank you doll-,” Buck closed his hand around yours kissing the back of your hand. “Nickname…,” you reminded him gently which caused his face to fall.

“Then give us one, tell us what you want us to call you,” Nick interjected and it got you thinking.

What would be a fitting nickname for you? It needed to be something cute for sure and it should be fit for you. You mentally went through every nickname you could think of, but nothing seemed to fit.

The room was silent for five until the moonlight shined though the curtains again to reveal Andy’s dark red skin. When he noticed he instantly moved to the side, it was then you realised you were the complete opposite of them.

“Angel, call me angel,” you announced to them.

You could see that the incubus likes the name, the demons and their little angel. It was really fitting.

"Now I really need a shower," you stated as you stood up. Your legs were still a little wobbly which caused you to almost fall if Bucky hadn't catched you, "careful angel," he whispered, making goosebumps dance on your skin.

"I can do the rest alone thank you," you waved him off. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but you were tired and wanted to snuggle up in a big pile of blankets after taking a gracious shower and sitting in front of the blow dryer for at least thirty minutes.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" he asked with a cocked eye brow and you nodded your head. You bid everyone good night, hoping for this day to come to an end.

As you reached the top of the stairs, a big question mark formed above your head…where was the bathroom again. You could swear only seconds ago you knew. First however you went to your room to get the needed supplies.

With a toothbrush, towel, razor, Lloyd’s clothes and shampoo in hand you went on the search for the bathroom. To your surprise you quickly found one.

It was a big bathroom with a toilet, shower, mirror with sink and a few cabinets. The bathroom looked expensive and high quality – which it probably was – thanks to the black tiles against the wall and on the floor.

From above white light shined on you which came from a niche between the ceiling and the tiles. The shower however had no glass which confused you. Shrugging it off you placed your toothbrush, towel, razor and shampoo along with Lloyd's clothes on the sink.

You then turned on the blow dryer before doing the same with the water, luckily for you the blow dryer was far away enough to stay dry. The water came like rain falling from the sky from the shower head or more like a rectangle. Removing your clothes you folded them to put them next to the other stuff.

As you stepped into the shower a relief washed over you, all the bad thoughts, the fear, everything washed off.

At the loud noise from the blow dryer, the sound of the water running and you soft humming as you shampooed your hair you did not hear anyone enter.

Bucky got curious as he heard the water running from his bathroom. It was the only bathroom – besides the guest bathroom – accessible from the outside. As he stepped inside he could already smell your faint arousal and your sweet perfume.

Suddenly as he saw you it hit him, he was standing there with a naked upper body and you were completely naked in his shower.

"Angel?" He asked slowly, Bucky didn't want to frighten you. You opened your eyes and saw him, the demon with a naked chest that was sculptured like a good.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @broadwaybabe18

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[thornsnvultures]

in charcoal, in pain

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen x plus size!fem!reader

tw: stepcest, cheating, dubcon, Lloyd being mean and a creep, reader is college aged (at least 18+ but I'm picturing at least 22 or 23), unprotected piv sex, creampie, daddy kink, thigh & pussy slapping, light choking, size kink (lloyd is bigggg), nicknames (kitten, baby girl, little girl)

2.3k words, edited by me. @ozarkthedog take my filth 🤲

18+ readers only or else you will get blocked 🚫

♤♤♤

“Oh wow. So edgy.”

“Go away, Lloyd.”

You shrug off your overbearing stepfather and turn, trying to block him from looking at your sketchbook.

“Is this what they teach you at your fancy art school?” He gestures towards the figure reference book laying open on your desk. “How to draw tits and ass?”

“Jesus, Lloyd. Will you leave me the fuck alone already?”

He swipes your sketchbook out of your hands.

“Hey!” You shout and spin around in your chair. Lloyd absent-mindedly flips through the pages. He makes faces like he's scandalized by what he sees.

“Wow lookie here! Do I spy some self portraits?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall what exactly some of your very personal pages are filled with.

You jump out of your seat and try to snatch your book back but Lloyd's long reach keeps you from grabbing it back.

“Lloyd, please.”

Him and his stupid mustache smirk down at you.

“Music to my ears.”

He holds your book up, leafing through it once again. You growl under your breath and jump for it. You land on unsteady feet and fall into Lloyd's solid chest with an oof.

“Whoa there, kitten. Calm your tits. I can't appreciate good art when I see it? And it's some good art.” He looks down at your chest, still pressed up against him, when he says it and you shiver. No, not shiver. Crawls, your skin crawls.

He's an old perv, eyeing his step-daughter's 2D tits and trying to imagine what the 3D ones look like.

Please Lloyd, just give me my book back. We're not in grade school.

I appreciate the please, kitten, but you hurt my feelings. He pouts and slips an arm around your waist.

His touch catches you off guard and you gasp at the warm strength of him. If it was anyone else you'd be melting in this kind of embrace. But as it stands you're struggling to get out of his grasp.

“Here I am just trying to scope out where all that money I spend on you is going. I need to make sure my baby girl is getting a good education.”

Oh barf. You don't need him to pay your tuition but him and your mother insist anyway. You think he must like holding the power over you, making you feel like you owe him for all of it.

“And if you ever need a live model, I wouldn't mind posing for you.”

His grin is salacious. You want nothing more than for Lloyd to let you go but he only tightens his grip, his large hand squeezing the curves at your hips and waist.

“I'm good Lloyd, thanks.”

He tosses your book on your bed and a few loose leaf pages fall out from the back.

You must make some noise of distress in the back of your throat because Lloyd looks down at you then back at the pages as they flutter to the floor.

“What are these?”

He pushes you away and makes a beeline for the old wrinkled notebook paper.

You don't even try to stop him, it's too late. He holds your drawings from your final year in high school, the same year he married your mom, in his hands.

“What are these, kitten?”

He waves the papers at you before admiring them again.

You whimper like a wounded animal caught in a trap.

“Nothing. They're nothing, Lloyd.”

Lloyd licks his lips as he flips each page over. They're filled front to back of sketches of... him.

Old work, yes, but you've always been talented with faces and the human form. And the sketches on those papers are Lloyd to a tee.

“Lloyd, please…”

“I love it when you beg, kitten. When did you draw these, hmm? D’you think of me often? Does your mother know you're sketching me like this?” He moves closer to you with every question until he’s so close you can’t breathe.

“It's- it's not you. Stop teasing me and give me my pictures back.”

“It's not?” He holds up a sketch that's most definitely him. From his strong, straight nose, to his chiseled torso and long thick legs. It's all Lloyd. Back before you knew he was a total creep, that is.

He put up a good front for maybe a year before you went off to college, but after that? Every time you came home from school on break, between semesters, for a quick weekend trip, he was always there. In your space. Demanding attention like a fucking toddler.

And of course your traitorous body still responded to him. No matter how much you hated how he stared, how he goaded you or touched you not so innocently when your mother wasn't looking, you still felt that pulse of heat. That shift under your skin like he was pulling some invisible string.

And now he knew. He knew that at least some part of you, somehow, thirsts for him too.

“Fine. It's you. You caught me. I had a little school girl crush on you once upon a time. But it's over. You're my stepfather for fuck's sake, Lloyd. It's not appropriate.”

“Appropriate? What's not appropriate is my little girl lying to me.”

“Oh fuck off-”

Lloyd is on you in an instant. With one hand on your arm and the other around your throat he has you caught.

“Watch your language, kitten. Don't make daddy angry now. Not when he's learned how much his little girl cares for him.”

You gulp against his fingers, holding back the whine in your throat. It's not fair how quickly your panties soak and stick uncomfortably to your skin. It's not fair that this douchebag has this effect on you, but you can't help it. Can't help the part of you that wishes he's grip your throat tighter until you see stars. Or that he'd throw you down on the rug and take you with your bedroom door open.

“Please,” you squeak out.

Lloyd's hungry mouth captures yours in a kiss that makes your knees buckle. His arm immediately wraps around your waist again, pulling you up against him. You hate how right it feels, being in his arms again.

As he shoves his tongue in your mouth, you can feel the thick length of his cock grinding against your core. Before you start to grind back he pushes you away. You're gasping for breath with his hand still on your throat.

“Lloyd.”

“Uh-uh. What's my name?”

When you don't say anything Lloyd turns and throws you down on the bed. The force of your back hitting the mattress makes you flail a bit and your sketchbook bounces to the floor.

Lloyd stands above you at the end of the bed.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. The correct answer. Or do I have to show your ass I mean business?”

You try to scramble away up the bed but Lloyd catches you by your hips and drags you back down.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, kitten, or do we have to do this the hard way?” Lloyd practically growls in your face.

“No, sir,” you gulp when he grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye. “I'll be good.”

“Atta girl.” He pats your cheek and moves back to your hips, pulling down your sleep shorts and panties in one go. You'd planned to have a relaxing day at home before Lloyd showed up so you only wore those and an old thin t-shirt that Lloyd could absolutely see your nipples poking through.

You gasp at the abruptness of cold air on your pussy before Lloyd is pushing your spread knees to your chest and kneeling down on the floor.

“Hold these up. If you let them go while daddy feasts on your pretty pussy, you'll wind up over my knees.”

You nod and swallow down your shock but before you can respond Lloyd and his prickly mustache are buried deep in your folds.

Your head falls back with a whine as he rolls his lips over your clit and sucks.

His hands knead the flesh of your ass, a part of you you know he loves if the passing pinches and grabs are anything to go by.

The slurping sounds his mouth makes as he licks and sucks at your hole and clit are obscene. You can't contain your cries or the way your hands grip and tug at his short strands. And he likes it that way if the growls that reverberate against your pussy are anything to go by.

“Taste so fucking good kitten. I'm gonna stretch your tight little cunt out with my fingers and I need you to cum for me. Can you do that kitten?”

You nod, no longer thinking about what you're doing or how fucked up it is. All you care about is your need to cum.

“Please.”

Lloyd stops fucking your pussy with his tongue to ask, “Please what?”

“Please, daddy,” you pant.

“Good girl.”

Lloyd sucks your clit back into his mouth, at the same sliding two fingers into you, spearing your cunt open. He curls his fingers as he pumps them into you and finds that spot that makes your eyes roll back and flutter closed. Before you know it you're shouting, shaking as your release takes you over and you soak Lloyd's hand and chin.

“That's it, kitten. Fuckin look at you.” His fingers slow as you come down and it's like he doesn't want to take them from you the way he pulls away.

You watch in a gaze as Lloyd shucks his stupid white pants and boxers. How dare he be a douche and have the prettiest cock you've ever seen.

His eyes roam your naked form and you have a moment of self consciousness under his gaze. You shouldn't care what he thinks but you're not fit like the woman he's married to. You can't even begin to walk down that line of comparison without your head spinning. So you shake them away and focus on how filthy and hungry he looks covered in your juices, chest heaving as he lines up his long, thick cock with your pussy.

“Better than all the art in that book. All the art in the goddamn Louvre,” Lloyd says as he admires you. It’s like he knew you needed to hear it though, like he could see it on your face. He strokes his cock as he rubs it up and down your pussy lips. Every time his tip nudges your clit you jolt and whine.

“Shh, patience, baby.” His rough hand rubs your spread, thick thighs and he smacks them once, twice, over and over just to hear you cry out. That cruel smile takes over his handsome face again and the flat of his hand lands hard on your wet pussy. You cry out, tears springing to your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain.

Lloyd grips your thigh where you already feel hot and sore and slides in, stretching your pussy impossibly wide around him. The way he forces himself in, you feel like you're gonna split in two.

“Too much,” you wince. “Lloyd I can't, I can't.”

“You can. You will.”

He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, this one less brutal and much softer, sweeter like he's trying to ease your pain. You relax into him until you feel his pubic bone grind into your puffy clit.

“Oh fuck.”

“See. I knew you could kitten. Such a good girl taking daddy's big cock.” His hands rub soothing circles on your ass as he tilts you up higher and grinds into you deep.

You whine and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

“Please daddy. Please fuck me.”

You feel Lloyd's cock kick inside you and you tighten around him in return.

“God, you're gonna kill me, kitten.”

Suddenly he slides almost all the way out of you before slamming back in again. You scream and dig your nails into his thick shoulders.

Lloyd doesn't hold back and jackhammers into you, the force of his thrusts rattling your brain. He adjusts his grip, holding your knees practically to your ears, keeping you spread open and tilted back so he hits just the right spot every time.

It's not long before you feel that tightness coiling in your belly, clenching down on his cock as he slams in again and again.

“Gonna come again for me, kitten? That's it. Soak my cock, baby. Cum so I can fill your sweet little cunt up.”

He reaches between you to rub circles on your clit and the thread holding you tight finally snaps.

“Yes! Fuck daddy I'm coming!”

“Good girl, that's it baby.” Lloyd grits his teeth, groaning as warm spurts of his spend coats your walls.

There's so much it leaks around him and oozes out of you when he slides out.

“Fuck I love seeing you full of me.” Lloyd gathers his leaking cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. He laughs as you squirm, feeling raw and oversensitive.

“Lloyd,” you push at his hand.

“Don't push me away unless you want me to make you come again, kitten. Maybe two or three times.”

You gasp and pull back your hands, shaking your head.

“You sure?” He teases you as you pout. “Maybe later.”

Lloyd presses a kiss to your knee and helps you straighten out. You half expect him to leave you there, cold and empty, but he grabs your shorts and pulls them back on for you.

“Get up.”

Your legs are like jello but you stand.

Lloyd lightly wraps a possessive hand around your throat and kisses you soft and slow.

“You're mine now, kitten.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Oh how quickly you fold for this man.

“Your mother's gone for the weekend. Come keep me company,” he whispers against your lips. You nod and capture his mouth in another kiss.

“Yes, daddy.”

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[holylulusworld]

Quick poll for a filthy story I'm working on. I got Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler for the story.

It's pure filth so...

#polls #help me decide

[arrieebooks]

Precious Weapon (4)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six.

Summary : Six discusses with her about Lloyd. Her very first mission. She disobeys Lloyd's orders and they get into a fight that leads into something else.

Warnings : Lloyd being a rough trainer. Explosions. Injury. Cursing. Mentions of detailed murder. Gore. So much angst. Fighting. Really rough smut. Pain kink. Oral smut. Fingering. Blood kink. Dirty talk. Pure filth at the end. Vague voyeurism. Fluff and comfort.

Word Count : 16.8k words.

Author's note : heyy! I was writing this while also editing chapter 3 during my vacation so that's why I'm posting this part in less than two weeks of the previous chapter. I personally liked this chapter, mostly because there was smut in it and I like writing smut, somehow. Anyhow, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did while writing it!

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Elle absolutely hates Lloyd's guts with everything in her. 

She wants to kill him so badly if she could. 

He is the worst trainer ever for her.

He's rough. Harsh. Inconsiderate. Always yelling at her. Tiring her out all day. Making her wounded all the time even though it's usually her fault because she was clumsy and he knows she heals in less than seconds but still, he could've at least been a little bit fragile of her. 

It's been one full week of training. Thankfully. 

She's so fucking tired. She hasn't had a second to even rest the whole week. They train all day and only take breaks during breakfast, lunch and dinner. That's it. After that, they train again and again until it's late and it's time for bed. 

Even Six is tired of watching them train all day from the gym's bench. Lloyd doesn't seem to even be tired. He could do that all day and he did. He only let Six train her for one day. He trained her even better than Lloyd since his training was different from him but he's way softer with her. That's the problem. 

He mostly trains her to fight a lot without her powers. She has enhanced strength but didn't know how to use it at all so he taught her. He made her punch a lot of solid objects and she bled a lot. He taught her a little martial arts but he doubts that she needs any of that when she could punch someone and they'd immediately pass out from how strong her punch is. 

He likes that she's strong. That her body could withstand any pain. He doesn't have to hold back with her, not a single bit because he knows she can take it. He can do whatever he wants with her. In which he succeeded. 

With her powers, it's way easier. She's used it her whole life so she knows it well and all the spells she made are in her head already — she doesn't need a stupid spell book. Her reflexes are good, too. She can even catch a bullet or a knife or any weapon thrown at her with her powers. Or with her bare hands if she's lucky enough to catch them in time. 

Today, she can finally relax. Even just for a second. Because today's her first mission. She's a little nervous. Lloyd and Six have given her little hints on what CIA missions would be like. But they left out all the bad and important details, of course.

She's just waiting for Lloyd to tell her about her mission now. He's been on the first floor of the penthouse for hours now, talking to Denny and handling everything. 

Six is right beside her, as always. They're chilling on the couch of the living room, letting the TV on as it plays a movie that she's currently focused on. But he's not.

He's focused on her, only. As always. He'll never get tired of watching her. 

This whole week, they barely touched each other. Only a few kisses here and there but she's been sleeping in her own room because Lloyd has been watching them like a hawk. He even stays up late until she falls asleep in her own room.

He's doing it on purpose so they don't even try to fuck. At all. He didn't say anything about it in particular but he just kept saying that she can't have any "distractions" and they both fully knew what that meant. Six knew it better than she did. 

She just thinks that it's because he cares so much for the mission and for his weapon and that he can't let her get even a tiny bit distracted. 

But Six knows the real reason why — Lloyd wants her too. But he can't let himself have her so he doesn't want anyone else to have her, even Six, the only man he's ever tolerated enough to not kill him. He respects him, too.

"This movie is boring." Elle remarks, glancing at him with a small pout on her lips. Her head is leaned on his shoulder as his hand is around her shoulder. They're comfy and getting cozy now. 

Six chuckles. "You said you wanted to watch it." He reminds her.

She shakes her head. "Not really. I just wanted a distraction from the anxious anticipation of Lloyd's big announcement for my mission. It's been hours."

"He'll be out soon." he assures her.

"That's what you said an hour ago." she reminds him.

He sighs. "I know. I'm sorry. If we go downstairs right now, he'll just yell at us again." 

She breaks into a soft giggle. "Yeah, that seems to be what he does these days. Especially to me. I think he's too tense. He needs to relax." 

Six furrows his eyebrows. "How?" 

Elle shrugs, her fingers toying with his thick fingers. "I don't know. Maybe he needs someone for himself. Someone to lick his wounds and help him calm down. Someone patient enough, of course. But not like a girlfriend, I know he doesn't do that." she says. 

He hums teasingly, moving his mouth closer to her ears. "Sounds like someone I know well." 

She chuckles, feeling ticklish. "Absolutely not. He hates me." 

Six frowns. "No, he doesn't. He's just pretending to." he says, flatly.

Elle lifts her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? But why?" she asks. 

"It's easier that way for him." he slowly says, "You know, because he doesn't want to jeopardize the mission if he gets distracted by…you." 

She scoffs. "You mean, by fucking me?"

"Yeah." 

She grimaces in disbelief. "No. No, that's not—he wants to fuck me? I mean I remembered our night at the bar but that ended already. I thought that he only wanted me that night. Not until now. Because he doesn't do long term shit. He told me." 

"You don't feel the same?" 

"No. I don't feel attracted to him anymore since that night." 

Six straightens up, looking behind him to check the foyer before his eyes meet hers again. He gives her a small thoughtful look that's barely there as his fingers gently brush her hair away from her face and he sighs. "Do you remember last week, when we had to all stay in your house for one night?" he suddenly asks, really quietly.

Elle nods, curious to where he's going with this as she creases her eyebrows. "Yeah. Hard to miss. Why?" she asks.

He exhales softly. "Well, he told me that he walked in on you showering that night and he saw you naked, just your back but, he said that you opened your bathroom door wide. I don't know, it feels like you knew he was going to be there, you know? Because of your hearing. And I'm fine with it—"

Six accusing her? That's new. Certainly not very him. Truth be told, he didn't even want to say anything earlier. Lloyd told him this in a brief and casual conversation last week. He wasn't planning to confront her about it. But he's curious. He wants to know if she's attracted to him that way just the same way he does for her. 

She retreats from him, widening her eyes. "Woah, what the shit! He saw me naked? And didn't say anything?" She raises her voice, filling the empty penthouse.

Six remains calm despite her lashing out. "He didn't want to make it weirder." he simply says.

"I thought you had walked in that time. That's why I kept the door open wide when I heard footsteps approaching." Elle explains to him in a harsh tone. 

Six slowly nods. "Alright, then. Look, he didn't indicate that you did it on purpose. I was the one who assumed that you…well, we haven't really discussed it, right? How it would be with us and him."

She shrugs. "What's there to discuss? He's okay with us." she assumes. 

He scoffs, shaking his head gently. "I mean, is he? You know that he's been trying to keep us apart this whole week, Elle." he reminds her.

"What, you think he doesn't want us to fuck just because he wants to fuck me too?" she scoffs at her own words, "Come on, that's ridiculous. He doesn't want to fuck me, Six. At least not anymore. And that's good. For me. Because I bet he's rough and selfish in bed." 

Six chuckles through his nose. "Not to sound like an asshole but didn't you say you liked it rough better?" he mumbles.

Elle looks at him, shocked but intrigued and possibly a little turned on that he remembered her words and is using it against her. "Oh, yeah, definitely. Just not him." she says, smirking as she slowly crawls onto his lap. 

He leans his head with a hand behind it as his other hand wraps around her waist. "You'd never know if you've never tried." 

She frowns. "You want me to try fucking him?" she accuses and her voice slips out in a different accent. 

Six shakes his head. "No, I mean, try giving him a chance. Just like you said earlier, he could use someone to help him relax." he gently says.

"I don't want to. It's not my job. Just get a nice hooker or something. We'll pay her." She proposes an idea. 

He laughs quietly. "You're serious? Elle, no. He'd hate it. He told me that he didn't want to fuck any hookers in this city. He was a bit paranoid if they're clean enough, you know." 

She snorts. "Okay, fine. Not a hooker then. Well, look, as much as I love helping people, he's not going to want me to do it. I mean, maybe he does want me, like you said but knowing Lloyd, he's probably just going to deny, deny and deny."

"Wait, what about your best friend? Amelia? She seems just as nice as you." he asks.

No. Lloyd wouldn't like her. She's too much of a saint for him. She's not really like Elle, actually. They're very different if anyone had bothered to look close enough. Sure, they both share the same love for science and their style is almost similar but they have a lot of differences that they never really talk about. Elle doesn't mind doing something a little bad to do good. Amelia doesn't. And there's the other fact where Elle fuck whoever she wants because she can but Amelia doesn't want to do that. 

Elle immediately shakes her head. "No, no. Fuck no. Lloyd isn't her type. And neither is she for him. Also, she hates white guys. She knows their only motive for local girls. To fuck them and then leave." 

Six nods. "Right. That's called a one-night stand. And I'm usually grateful that they leave first so it's not going to be awkward."

She giggles out loud. "Yeap. Yes. I agree. That's so true." 

His eyes focus on hers and her little facial features all lighting up as she begins to smile at him. She likes this. It's been a while since they had a moment just for themselves and their little jokes and their loose laughters. His lips slowly tug into a small smile watching her happy like this.

He sighs, his hands moving to cup her face. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to accuse you like that. Wasn't my intention." he apologizes softly.

Elle's face relaxes and sighs too. "It's okay," she softens her voice, "Hey, if you do want to share or try to, at least, I'm fine with it. Because to be honest, it did cross my mind a few times last week, what it would be like to have him again. But it was just a quick flash of thought." 

Six's face even looks shocked as he tries to contain himself. He's not used to showing emotions. But he forgot who he's with right now. She's someone he trusts. 

His fingers play with her hair as his other hand touches her cheeks and she leans on his palm. "What'd you think of?" he asks softly, it almost comes out as a whisper. 

She hums, thinking on it and as the thought comes back to her mind, she shifts her body on his lap. "Like, how it would feel like to have his fingers in me again or you know, if I had you both, at the same time—but it's stupid, really. I'm with you already. It's wrong to think like that. And what if he doesn't actually want me that way? It'd be embarrassing to assume so."

"It's not stupid. It's reasonable to have fantasies. I think it's… hot. That you want us both. And, he told me has a hard-on for you. Does that help?" Six slowly asks in a soothing voice for her.

Elle giggles again, scrunching her nose a little. "Yeah, but that doesn't really mean he wants me. Because that could just be a natural reaction from the body. Science is weird, trust me. I'm the living embodiment of it." she says.

Six snorts. "It's not a natural reaction anymore if it happens too often, Elle." he tells her. 

She lifts her eyebrows in surprise and widens her eyes. "Holy fuck, really? How often?" she exclaims.

He shrugs a little. "Once a day, maybe?" 

She widens her eyes even bigger. "What? No way. How? I never even wore anything revealing except for gym clothes." 

Six shakes his head. "You didn't have to. You exist. That's it. And that's his problem, he's making you his own problem because you're making him hard every single day without you even doing it intentionally. He's close to losing his mind, honestly." he admits.

Elle sighs, taking in the information all at once. She can't even believe that she didn't notice it since she's usually sensitive to other people's emotions — on what they feel everytime they're with her and she can feel it because of her powers. That's how she can communicate with Six without talking sometimes, because she's always feeling what he's feeling. She's in his mind and so is he. She chooses who to feel and she chooses him.

And that's when she realized something. She only ever felt what Six felt. Not what Lloyd felt. She never cared enough to do so. She convinced herself that he's too much for her, that if she felt what he felt then she'd get overwhelmed. 

It might be true. Lloyd has a lot of repressed and unsolved bad memories and trauma from his past that he chose to keep hidden so he could go on with his life and his job. But that just made him…worse. It made him angry all the time. He throws tantrums, blames everyone, hurts and kills anyone he looks down on and does whatever he wants whenever he wants without thinking of the consequences ahead (most of the time). 

She might've judged him wrongly. But there's more to him than she knows, than he's allowed her or anyone to know. She can see the real him with her mind, she just isn't sure if she wants to or not because what if the real him isn't so bad and she begins to…like him? That's something she certainly can't afford to do.

"Elle? Hey, are you okay? You're quiet. If there's something wrong, tell me." Six snaps her out of her thoughts and as usual, he noticed that her mind was elsewhere. He always notices. 

She hums, quietly shaking her head as her lips curve into a small smile for him. "No, there's nothing wrong. I was just thinking about things. I mean, are you going to be okay with…sharing?" 

His lips stretch into a light smile as he chuckles through his nose. "Of course, I'm okay with it. I suggested it. And even if I didn't, it's what you want and I will do whatever you want." he tells her, no—he swears to her. He'd do anything for her, more than he should.

"Sounds romantic. You know, you haven't even taken me on a date yet." Elle teases him with a smile, but it's not like there was any time for them to even go out. She was mostly busy and he doesn't go outside without her. 

Six's lips grow into a wider smile that he's never shown anyone else as he comes up to get his face closer to hers and plants a soft kiss on her cheek before his cheek touches her while his mouth is near her ear. "After the mission. You pick the place. Then maybe, if you're still up for it, we could talk to Lloyd about all this." he whispers in her ears in a hoarse voice and gentle tone.

She nods, her smile turning into a small smirk. "Hmm, great plan. And I think we should—" 

Her voice gets cut off by the loud sound of the elevator opening and she doesn't even bother to get off Six's lap as Lloyd walks out of the elevator mindlessly, without even looking at them while he steps into the living room.

He looks tense. Because he is. 

Elle smiles up at him. "Lloyd. We've been waiting for you." she says with excitement as he stops to stand in front of her and behind Six, frowning with confusion and frustration while his eyes examine their position.

Lloyd cocks his head to the side, still frowning. "Get off his lap. Your first mission is here." he orders her.

She rolls her eyes. "I actually like this position very much." she retorts.

"Don't make me get you off myself." he warns her.

"Oh, please. You won't even be able to. I'm stronger than you." Elle taunts him as he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Six sighs. Sometimes he wishes that they'd fuck each other just to finally stop arguing every single second of the day because it seems to him that the only reason that they fight is because they haven't fucked yet. 

"Guys, come on. Lloyd, what is it?" Six asks, his head turning to him.

Lloyd looks at him, avoiding her gaze. "Her first mission, today. With you. It's simple. Extract data and destroy. That's it." he declares.

She frowns. "What's the data?" she asks, slowly getting off Six's lap and Lloyd finally glances down at her, his eyes boring into hers. He's slightly relieved that she got off his lap because he was…distracted by the view. 

"CIA data," he replies shortly. 

"What kind of data?" she repeats.

"The one that could put all of us in very deep shit. A corporate American building here has data about all of us in Jakarta. They've been spying on us this whole time, everytime we got out of the penthouse. They even have pictures of you and us in your house." Lloyd explains. 

Elle widens her eyes, immediately rising up from the couch. "What? How? Why would they even want it?" she starts to panic.

He sighs, tired of having to explain everything to her. "Because we're CIA. That's it. They'll usually sell the information to people who would actually do something about it." 

She hums confusedly. "Do I kill the person…?" she asks, unsurely. 

She doesn't want to kill anyone if it's not a life or death situation. If it's just for a mission and that person isn't even dangerous to the people or to the city, then she won't do it. She's not ready to just kill and kill aimlessly without even caring who she's killing. She's not an assassin. Even though, deep down inside her, she knows that someday she's going to have to forget who she is and just do the damn job, however brutal it is. 

Lloyd shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no. He's useless. Just a fucking idiot behind a desk. Well, idiots, technically." he replies.

Six simply nods, knowing that these kinds of things happen all the time whenever a CIA agent stays in one country for more than a week. He's had a lot of experience with it and always has had to fix it himself. It's an easy mission if there's no collateral damage or a certain obstacle. 

"When do we go?" he asks him.

"Wheels up at 6pm. It'll close soon at that time. Less workers, less obstacles. Just get in there, pretend to work there. We'll give you their office card with fake names." Lloyd tells them as she nods.

Elle's eyes dart to Six, who is calm and unfazed. Not even a single spike in his heartbeat. It doesn't bother her that he's always so calm, but sometimes she wishes that he'd let himself feel normal feelings once in a while. She knows that it's not exactly his choice, he was trained to be that way. But he still has free will, technically. He just needs to be reminded of that sometimes. 

Six gets up from the couch, "I'm going to start prepping." he simply says, looking into her eyes for approval.

She subtly nods before he plants a soft kiss on her temple and starts walking past her and Lloyd.

"It's chaotic down there. Good luck." Lloyd tells him as a warning. 

Six's lips form a thin line, nodding at him as he walks towards the elevator. 

Lloyd's eyes dart to hers and his gaze darkens. "Hey. You remember your training, right? Or should we do a quick training right now?" he asks her in a serious tone. 

She shakes her head. "No, absolutely not. I need to preserve my powers, anyway."

He frowns. "Oh. Was I too rough with you?" he asks in a serious tone.

Elle gulps. "Uh, yes." she truthfully answers.

Lloyd frowns deeper. "But you could take it." he coldly says as he steps closer to her, "You're strong. You could withstand anything, right?" 

She slowly nods her head, gulping again as she could feel the tension between them getting thick. Her eyes glare up at him and she has to force herself to keep up the eye contact since he's looking at her too intensely. "Yeah. I could. But as you said hundreds of times, I'm only human. I can still get tired." 

"But you have a different stamina than a normal human being—" he states before taking a sharp breath and she could tell that he's annoyed. "Don't fuck with me, Elle. You are strong. You took every punch, every kick, every bullet and every stab like a fucking champ. Now, do you remember what I trained you or do you need some reminder?" Lloyd softens his voice but it's still laced with anger, he's just trying to contain himself.

Elle huffs. "Don't talk to me like that. It's fucking weird. And yes, I do remember. No, I do not need any reminder from you. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm going to…prep for the mission as well. Whatever that means." she says, walking past him. 

He scoffs. She ignores him and walks to the elevator to go to Six. He's her comfort. She doesn't want to handle Lloyd right now. She needs to just focus on the mission. 

***

The mission is simple and easy, Six said. So she believes him. As always. 

She'll believe him, no matter what. Even if what he's saying is a lie or not. Because she trusts him blindly. That's what she does when she cares about someone deeply — she'd do anything for them. She'd even go head first into danger for them. 

"Elle, do you copy?" She hears Lloyd's formal voice through her earpiece as she and Six walk towards the building. 

It's not a big building. It's medium. It only has three floors and their data is on the top floor. They're both wearing professional work clothes. Six is wearing a suit. Elle is wearing a matching blouse and blazer.

She presses her comms and turns it on. "Yes. It's me. I'm here." she responds.

Lloyd leans back on his chair in front of the big monitors, tracking quite literally everything but mostly surveillance cameras that show the outside of the building, the street they're in and inside the building as well. He can see everything from here. Even them. 

"You're supposed to say, "this is Elle, copy", didn't Six tell you this? It's standard protocol." he protests. 

She rolls her eyes. "You know who I am already. I'm not talking to another CIA agent, am I?" she retorts. 

Lloyd huffs. "Can you not? This is a serious mission. Don't talk back right now." 

"I'll be taking this mission seriously when you stop complaining about every single thing I'm doing." Elle says.

"I was correcting you. That's what usually happens when someone makes a fucking mistake." he retorts back.

Six clears his throat as he stops in front of the entrance or the building. "Guys. We're here." he announces.

She nods, standing beside him. "Alright. Now what?" she asks.

"Tell them you forgot something upstairs and that you're new. After that, get to the top floor no matter what." Lloyd tells them through their comms. 

"Alright. I'm hanging up." Elle tells him, her fingers touching the comms on her ear.

"No, you don't hang up on—" Lloyd's voice gets cut off as she turns off her comms but Six still keeps it on. 

"Hey, Six, tell her that she's not supposed to turn off comms during missions." he says through Six's comms.

He looks at her and she shakes her head. "I need to focus." she whispers before walking ahead towards the entrance of the building as he follows her from behind, as usual.

"She needs to focus, Lloyd." Six mutters under his breath as he slightly looks down and he could hear Lloyd grunt in response. 

As they're approaching the entrance, a few security guards open the door for them without any questions asked. 

Once they're in, Six walks beside her and their eyes immediately examine the inside of the building. It's almost an empty lobby with only one receptionist behind the desk and a few people exiting the elevator.

"Keep your head low, Elle. These people can't suspect us right now." Six whispers into her ear as they walk towards one of the elevators. 

She nods subtly while waiting for all of the people to finish walking out of it and when it's all empty, they enter the elevator together and he immediately presses the close button along with the level of the floor they're going to. 

Elle turns her comms on again. "We're almost in. What are we looking for again?" she asks, just to confirm.

Lloyd sighs through their comms. "It's supposed to be a hard drive. That's usually how important data is kept but we could be wrong. It could be anywhere. Look for it and then destroy it, no matter what, okay? Do you understand me, Elle? This is your first mission, anything could go wrong." he tells her.

She rolls her eyes. "Nothing is going to go wrong because it's an easy mission. And yes, I do understand what I have to do." 

"Great. Because if something goes wrong, Denny would want you out of this mission and this country. He'd send you the states, drag you there if he has to and then you'd work for the agency, where you can't do whatever the fuck you want." he warns her.

She gulps, her eyes glancing at Six's eyes and he slowly nods, assuring her that that wouldn't happen, that this mission would be easy like he said earlier. So she trusts him and she goes back to being calm and composed again. 

She clears her throat. "Yeah, okay. I can do this, Lloyd. I understand your orders." 

"Good. That's more like it. I prefer it better when you're obeying me." Lloyd admits. 

She breaks into a soft chuckle. "Yeah. Makes things easier when I don't put up a fight with you, right?" 

He nods to himself. "Exactly." he agrees.

The elevator dings and her eyes are immediately fixed on it as it slowly opens while she lunges forward to it. 

"We're here." Elle announces to him. 

"Okay, talk me into whatever you'll be doing. The cameras won't be working once you get to the storage room. Use the card to get in there." Lloyd orders them.

"Mhm. Got it." she replies quickly before getting out of the elevator with Six behind her. 

***

This office is like a maze for her. And she hates mazes. 

They've been walking around the top floor of this office for almost more than twenty minutes. They had to check every single room to make sure there aren't anyone here anymore and that the data isn't stored anywhere there. 

But after double checking everything, they could finally go to the storage room and destroy the data and get out of here. 

They have a date to go to after this. 

Six always lets her walk in front of him so he could steer clear of her surroundings because the most dangerous threats always come from behind as he's learned that from his own experience. 

As they're walking to the only storage room right in the corner from a narrowed and small hallway, she moves to walk beside him instead and he immediately looks behind them.

"Hey, so I was thinking…we could just stay at the penthouse for our date? I could decorate the living room and order in and then we could watch your favorite movie, whatever it is." Elle suggests with an amused smile on her lips.

Six stops walking because they've arrived in front of the door. He looks at her, regarding with a confused but acceptable look. "Oh. If that's what you want, I'm fine with it. I don't have a favorite movie, though." 

She chuckles. "We'll find you one."

"We?" he asks. 

She nods. "Yeah. Well, if you don't mind, we could do it with Lloyd? So we could talk about the…thing. I just think it'll be way easier. Plus, it's a busy night in Jakarta right now. It'll be impossible to find an empty table in a nice and quiet restaurant."

"Alright, then. We'll do that." he steps closer to her, taking both of her hands in his softly, "Whatever you want, we'll do it. You're the boss." 

She laughs and scrunches her nose, shaking her head. "No, I'm not."

He tries to hide a smile coming off of his lips. "Yes, you are. You're in charge. And even later if we're with Lloyd, you'll be calling the shots when we're together."

Elle scoffs. "Yeah, as if he would ever listen to my orders. He only ever wants to listen to his own orders."

Six quietly snorts. "We'll talk about it later. We got some data to destroy." he tells her.

She smiles up at him. "Yeah, let's just get this over with." 

He steps forward to the door and scans his card against the card reader until it makes an accepting beeping sound as he opens the door wide enough for her to come inside too. 

She steps inside first and then him while he closes the door behind them.

Their eyes wander around the large and spacious room that's stacked with tall racks filled with tons of data of whatever they keep in here. It'd take a lot of time to find their specific wanted data. 

She sighs, turning on her comms. "We're in. But the storage room is really…big. There's way too much data in here. If we go in looking for it, it's going to take hours and maybe until the office closes and locks us in here." 

Lloyd exhales. "Are you fucking kidding me? Right, then, we'll just…wait, hold on a second. I'm communicating with Denny as well on the other comms." he tells her as Six just stands quietly, waiting for his next orders as usual. 

She hums softly in response before looking at him. He seems so calm while she's not. She really doesn't want to spend her entire night here just trying to look for this stupid data for the CIA. She knows this is just the first mission but she was expecting something…heroic. That would mean something to her. Or to anyone, really. Now, it just feels like she's a little  pawn doing the agency's bidding whenever they want her to. 

Six already knows he's their pawn. Ever since they recruited him from prison, he knew. But this was his only way out of jail for the rest of his life, that's why he took it. 

Lloyd clears his throat after a few seconds. "Okay, I've got direct orders from Denny. Elle, blow up the whole floor. Don't leave anything left. You've been cleared for collateral, too. Go loud, he said." 

She swallows thickly. "Oh. The whole floor? A-are you sure? I mean, shouldn't we just like, I don't know—"

He cuts her off. "You have no other choice, Elle. There aren't any. Just do it. Get it over with. Then you could come back here and do whatever you want." he harshly tells her. 

She huffs, her eyes immediately searching for Six's eyes and she's trying to ask for his guidance so he could tell her what to do, the right thing to do. 

Six nods gently at her. "He's right. Do it." He simply says as if he's a machine designed for the CIA and not a human. He switched to it earlier once they entered this room. He needed to be professional and compartmentalize again for work. 

She frowns at him. He's different and she knows it. She never thought that he'd ever change like this. He's…cold and indifferent and it scares her a little bit since she's not used to changes. She knows it's because he's working now that's why he's changing but seeing him like this makes her question him, if it's going to be like this every mission. Because then, who could she depend on when he's uncaring like this even towards her? 

Elle takes a sharp inhale, blinking as she bites her bottom lip anxiously. "Okay, fine. I'll do it." she finally says and she could hear Lloyd's sigh of relief. 

"Good. Let me know when you're done." Lloyd shortly tells her and she hums in response, walking away from the room with Six following her from behind without a word.

They exit the room and he closes the door shut. He lets himself look at her for a brief moment. He can sense that she's disappointed in his change but he can't do anything about it. It's his job. This is how he is every time he's on missions. He can't just change how he is. He'd be fucked and so will the missions. 

"You could've given me a heads-up, you know. If you were going to be so different like this. I deserve a warning." Elle snaps, not even looking back at him as she's fueled with anger and fear. 

She's just scared. Terrified. She thought that she could depend on him on all these missions so she doesn't feel like she's doing it alone because she hates being alone and it scares her. A lot.

Six doesn't even blink or anything. He just continues on walking calmly. In truth, he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't have the right words for her to comfort her or tell her he's sorry. Because he's not. He can't feel that guilt he's supposed to feel. He's just a little upset that it upsets her. He doesn't like seeing her upset, that's it. He wasn't trained to apologize for how he is. He is what he is and he can never change it, no matter what.

"Let's just blow up this building and leave. We could talk about that later." he coldly says. 

She sighs, stopping in front of the boss's office and this is where she's supposed to blow up this whole floor because it's the center of it. But instead of readying her powers, she turns around to him with a scowl on her face. 

"No. We're going to talk about this now," her voice slightly cracks, "Why are you acting so different? I've never seen you like this before. I mean, why? You could even barely look at me." Elle confronts him as she points a finger at him. 

He's looking away from her, trying really hard to stay calm and uncompromised despite her demanding answers from him. "Elle. Just stop. Let's not do this now." Six shortly says.

"Yeah, I agree, guys. You could fight more back in the penthouse. Maybe even in the bedroom, but I could care less about that right now. So, can you just hurry it up and blow up the fucking building?" Lloyd interjects through both of their comms. 

Of course they forgot to turn it off and he's been listening to their conversation this whole time. 

She frowns again and blinks as she clears her throat. "Fine, I was just about to, anyway. Jeez." Elle scoffs before walking ahead of Six and standing in front of him to protect him from the explosion later on. She's creating the fire so it won't affect her at all. 

She raises her hand and slowly inhales her breath, focusing on this building but suddenly her focus drifts. She hears a distinct sound. A really muffled one. But it's there. She focuses on the sound and tries to listen closely to it as she closes her eyes to focus better.

"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?" She hears a little girl's voice from afar. But she's still on this floor. She's here. They must've missed a spot earlier when they were checking all the offices here.

Elle immediately opens her eyes and widens it. "A child. There's a child here. We need to find her first and get her far away from here." she tells Six and Lloyd.

"No. Absolutely not. We don't have time for that. Elle, you've already been cleared for collateral. So just do your damn job." Lloyd orders.

Like he would ever give a shit about a child. He doesn't even care about anyone that doesn't concern him.

She shakes her head, turning to Six. "I'm not killing a child! I'm not doing it. I didn't sign up for this shit." she raises her voice at him as panic is laced in her tone.

Six hushes her softly, his hand slowly reaching out to her arm before slowly turning off his comms in his ears. "Elle, be quiet. We'll solve this. Together." he whispers.

She sighs in relief as she nods, turning off her comms as well. 

"You want to help? Are you sure?" Elle asks him for reassurance.

Six nods, his facial expressions immediately changing and turning into more relaxed and more of himself now. He's had missions like this before where he has to postpone it for a while just because he sees a child or a civilian around. He does kill people for a living but only the bad ones, the ones who deserve to die and are hurting innocents along the way so there was no point in them living anyway. He's always thought of it like that. He has a complicated moral compass but at least he still has it. Most assassins don't. 

"I am. I'm not going to let a kid die either. So, let's find her first and then get her out of here, okay?" he says to her softly with both of his hands holding her arms.

Elle nods, her lips slowly curving into a small smile. She could tell that something in him switched him back to himself again after hearing that there's a child here and she knows that he doesn't like collateral damage when on missions. He tries his best to always make sure that there's no collateral at all. But sometimes, there will always be, no matter how hard he tries.

Except for this. This is an easy and quiet mission so rescuing the kid shouldn't be hard. But he knows that Lloyd is going to give him and her a really long lecture about disobeying orders, especially from the chief. They're both screwed later but if it means they get to save a child's life, then so be it. 

Besides, Six knows that Lloyd will excuse them just this once and not tell Denny anything about this. It's her first mission and all that. That and the fact that he has a soft spot for her, deep inside. Six sees it. Especially after last week when she got hurt, he could see how he was actually worried but he was trying to hide it as much as he could even though Six could see concern written all over his face since he's good at reading people. 

"I think I hear her footsteps. Let's follow it." she tells him before she takes his hand and guides him to where she hears the little girl's sound. 

***

Lloyd is so fucking pissed right now that he can't even put it into words.

Six turned off his comms. Elle did, too. 

And he hasn't heard anything from the agents nearby the building about any explosions yet, that means they haven't done their job. 

He knows what this is about. She told him that there was a child earlier but he told her that she was clear for collateral. It's not like it was up to him. Lloyd doesn't call the shots. Denny does. And he's the one who doesn't give a damn if a child dies or not. He just thinks it's collateral damage and it happens all the time.

It's true, collateral does happen all the time. But it's not like this is a critical mission. This is just a simple one. It should've been allowed to just save one single child and keep her out of danger. But apparently the CIA's data is much more valuable for him than a child's life.

Sometimes Lloyd wishes that he isn't his friend. But it's too late to undo that. He's already roped into all this shit long ago and he knows there's no going back. 

"Sir, what do you want us to do now?" One of the IT support asks him while he's still sitting on his huge chair in front of all the monitors.

"I don't fucking know! It's been mintues that they've been radio silent and instead of asking me what should you do, maybe try accessing the fucking security cameras on the top floor?" Lloyd snaps.

He nods. "Right. On it, sir." 

He rolls his eyes before downing a glass of his whiskey and placing the now empty glass on a small table beside him. He should've come with them earlier. It won't go sideways like this if he's with them right now.

And now, he just has to wait. The thing he hates the most. But as of right now, it's the only thing he can do. 

He needs to wait for them until she blows up the building and comes back to the penthouse so he could have a talk with her. 

***

"Small creature? Are you there? I'm friendly!" Elle softly tells the child who's hiding behind a chair in one of the offices here. 

They finally found her after searching for a few minutes but Elle told Six that they have to approach her gently since she's scared and alone. 

Slowly, the little girl comes out of her hiding spot and runs to Elle. She's about four or five years old. She almost looks like her. Maybe she's a mixed kid as well. They even have the same hair. Curly and a little brunette.

The girl looks up at Elle while hugging a pink teddy bear tight against her arms. "Do you know where my mommy and daddy are?" she asks.

Elle nods, looking down at her as she smiles. "Yeap. They're right downstairs. Let's go there now." 

Her tiny hands hold Elle's as she looks at Six and quickly hides beside her. "Who is this scary man?" she softly asks. 

The tattoos must've startled her. It does scare some people usually. Or the broad and tall figure of his, as well. 

She chuckles, glancing over at Six as she kneels down to reach her level. "Okay, this is my friend. He's very nice. In fact, he's going to give you some candy if you come with him to go downstairs." she tells the kid, convincingly.

The girl immediately smiles and nods. "Okay!" she exclaims before walking to Six and putting her small hands into his large ones but he's too focused on looking at her, admiring her on how good she is with kids and she can get along with any of them so easily. 

It is a little sad that she could never have her own. 

Elle looks at him, her lips tugging into a small smile before planting a soft kiss on his cheek and leaning closer to his ear. "Bring her down to the lobby and then meet me at the car after I'm done with it, okay?" she whispers in his ears as she rests her palm on his cheek.

Six nods. "Got it. Good luck." he whispers back to her ears and she backs away from him, looking down at the girl and smiling widely at her.

"Be good, okay?" Elle tells her as she quickly nods her small tiny head and pulls his hand to go forward while she chuckles at the kid's action and so does Six. 

He turns around to go in the right direction and the little one just follows him. He steals one last glance to look at Elle for a second before his hand gets pulled again to walk faster.

He's not very good with children, the only close interaction he's ever had with a child is probably with Fitzroy's niece, back in Hong Kong but that was two years ago and he's never seen her again. So this is new for him, especially after seeing Elle being so good with a child and getting along with them easily. He knows that she wants that kind of future where there's children in it but he also knows about her condition that doesn't allow her to have them. She told him last week and he hasn't forgotten about it ever since.

He feels bad for her because she'd make a really good mom. He just knows she would.

Six leads the little girl towards the elevator and presses a button to go downstairs as it immediately opens because this office is nearly empty. He lets her go in first with him following her from behind while the elevator closes behind them once they're fully inside. 

Once Elle hears the elevator closes from afar, she immediately turns on her comms again to communicate with Lloyd again. She just hopes he isn't that mad. 

Elle clears her throat, "Hey. So I'm about to blow up the building and was wondering where to escape? Because I was thinking about jumping off the building but that would take too much energy so if I—"

Lloyd cuts her off. "What the hell have you been doing this whole fucking time? And where's Six?" he asks her, yelling in her ears as she grimaces at the impact of his voice.

"Relax, jeez. I'm literally just about to do it now. And he's downstairs, dropping off the child safely." she responds.

He rolls his eyes. "You dragged him into your mess. Denny has been asking me countless times on why the building hasn't blown up yet. I had to tell him that there's been an interference with our comms. Six has never been known to fail a mission and if he failed this easy one just because of you—"

She frowns. "I haven't failed this mission. I am about to do it, I just postponed it a few seconds." she defends.

Lloyd scoffs. "A few seconds? It's been more than ten minutes. You were supposed to follow your orders immediately. You weren't supposed to postpone it." He scolds her.

She rolls her eyes, sighing. "Fine. You can lecture me about it all you want once we're back home but now, I gotta know where to escape." 

He exhales deeply, his fingers brushing his stache as he looks over at the blueprint map of the office she's in from one of the huge monitors in front of him. "There's an exit back door to your right that leads to some alley. You'll be safe there." Lloyd finally says. 

Elle hums in response, raising her hand again and inhales a sharp breath as she feels all the energy inside the building before chanting a quick spell of her own and it blows up immediately, blasting everything inside as she runs through all the fire as quickly as she could even though everything is dark for her but she's trying to use her heightened senses.

Her hand finally reaches a door handle and quickly opens it as she throws herself inside of it. She coughs a little from the damage and turns on her comms again, if it's working. "Lloyd? Six?" She tries but there's no answer. The signal died the moment the explosion started. She should've known that but this is her first time ever doing this.

She stands up from where she was and looks at everything but it's all dark again. She knows that there are stairs here but she can't see anything. She can't just run down these stairs for four floors blindly. She does have heightened senses but it's literally pitch black and she can't hear anything because of the explosion. 

She lets her hands touch the wall beside her and she immediately gets an idea. It might be a bad one, but it's the only good one to get out of here now.

She clenches her fist and starts hitting the wall with her bare hands as hard as she can and it crumbles with one try. She gasps at that, she's never seen how really strong she could be. 

She punches the wall again until it finally breaks even bigger and it's big enough for her to fit into it. She looks at it and it's pretty high from here to the ground but it's her only choice right now. She knows she'll survive the fall but she's never done this before and she's a little…scared — she's actually scared of heights, it has been like that since she was little. 

"Come on, just do it." Elle mutters to herself, trying to encourage herself to just jump off this fucking building and stop being scared. This is what it takes to be working for the CIA. She knows it. Now she does, at least. 

She closes her eyes shut and takes her feet off of the ledge and just jumps her whole body down. 

She could hear outside now. The cars, the motorcycles, the people. She knows where she'll land now, that alley which Lloyd told her to go to. She just hopes she won't land on someone's car or on someone. She focuses on all the sounds she's hearing 

She can hear everything as her body falls onto the ground, hard. 

She groans, finally opening her eyes and squinting it as she tries to get up but everything hurts now. Her whole body hurts. She's laying down flat on the ground without being able to move at all. She doesn't understand what's happening. She thought she was invincible to everything. Maybe her body isn't used to being thrown to the ground yet. This is all new for her and her body.

"Elle? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Six's voice appears from behind her and her eyes look up at him, upside down. 

"I didn't know that you'd be here, I thought that…fuck, it hurts." She winces at the pain and he immediately squats down, carrying her in his arms, bridal-style. She leans her head on his chest and breathes deeply. He's carrying her like she's practically nothing. 

"What happened?" he asks her, softly as his eyes look down on hers.

"I miscalculated. I thought that I could just go downstairs after the blast but I blasted too much and it was all dark. I should've just blown it up from here, with my mind. Would've been way easier." Elle explains to him, weakly. 

"Okay. Let's just go back and you'll feel better there. The car's right here." Six tells her, gesturing his head towards the car beside them, the same one that took them here earlier. There's a local driver in it and he was paid to be quiet and not ask questions. 

She nods slowly as he brings them to the car and he gently places her in it as delicately as possible before he gets in the car as well.

***

Lloyd has been eyeing the elevator as it finally opens and Six and Elle walk out of it but she's… hurt. 

They're on the first floor of the penthouse because they knew that he'd still be here. All the field agents and IT support are all in here too, staring at them. 

She has her arm around his shoulder for support and he's got his arm wrapped around her waist as she leans all of her weight against him. 

Lloyd rushes to them immediately and frowns. "What happened? You look like hell." he asks.

Elle sighs. "I made a mistake. I calculated wrong. The blast that I created was too big for me to escape in time. So I had to jump out of the building." she tells him as her eyes dart to his and he's a little worried but he's still angry. Very angry. 

He exhales, trying to contain his anger because he can't just yell at her when she's all hurt, it's like kicking a wounded puppy and even he still has a little bit of empathy left in him. "Jesus. Alright, bring her upstairs to the living room. I'm calling a doctor from the nearest hospital here. You just stay there and don't fucking move." he tells them, walking to the elevator. 

"Okay." she softly says and he almost feels bad for what he's about to say to her after all this but he needs to say what he needs to say. She needs to hear it or she'll never learn, like ever. 

Six and her follow him from behind and they all enter the elevator again as Lloyd presses the up button.

He glances at her from the side and he wishes he could say something now but he knows that he should just keep his mouth shut for now. 

He examines her body closer and it's all dirty and dusty from the explosion but he doesn't see any blood on her or any injury. He's a little bit relieved so at least he doesn't need to spend his time worrying about her just like last week when she was shot and almost kidnapped by some idiots — he handled those idiots already, by himself, but he hasn't told Six or her yet.

The elevator dings and it opens by itself as Lloyd lets her step out of it first with Six still helping her walk. 

She sighs in relief as she steps her foot on the penthouse's floor. She's happy to be back home and safe. 

***

Elle lies down on the couch with a woman doctor sitting beside her, checking all her vitals while she applies an IV on her. 

Lloyd and Six are standing in front of her, both crossing their arms against their chest as they observe her. They've been like this ever since the doctor arrived. 

In truth, they're both equally worried for her well being. They don't like seeing her hurt or vulnerable like this. She's supposed to be strong and powerful and invincible. If she keeps getting hurt like this, then they'd have to worry more about her than about the missions. They always thought that they didn't have to worry about her like this because they always thought that she could take it.

But again, she's still human. She can still get hurt anytime, no matter what. 

"How is she, doctor?" Lloyd asks, concernedly. 

The doctor focuses on her file. "Well, her vitals are completely fine, surprisingly. She just needs a little fluid. Maybe some painkillers for the pain, too. She said she was experiencing some pain but I don't see where it's from. There are no injuries or any wounds. You said she fell, earlier? From where?" She asks back, looking at him.

Elle gulps, looking at Lloyd for help. She doesn't usually lie to doctors. She always tells the truth because she thinks that they'll figure out the truth anyway and it's just impossible to lie to them. 

Lloyd steps forward to the doctor. "Doctor, I'm paying you ten times more than your usual fees so I'd say that's enough for you to not ask questions about anything and just do your job." he tells her. 

The doctor slowly nods, turning to her. "Right. Well, I'm going to give you some painkillers, is that okay?" she asks her.

Elle shakes her head. "No, I'm good. I mean, I'll be fine. I don't think that…I need those pills. I–I can heal naturally, right? Yeah. I don't need those. I'll feel better in a minute." she tells the doctor as she faintly smiles.

She can't get her hands on those pills again. Not again. She'd rather suffer pain than getting addicted to those fucking pills again. Plus, she promised Six. She knows that once she has them again, she won't stop. 

"Okay, then. I'll leave you to rest. Take the IV off when it's finished and contact me if you still feel any pain." The doctor tells her, standing up from the couch as she gets her stuff. 

She nods. "Thank you, doctor." she says politely, giving her a weak smile.

Lloyd walks to her. "Let me escort you out, doctor." he formally says as they both walk out of the living room towards the elevator.

Elle softly groans, leaning her head back onto the couch as she looks over to Six who's still standing still there. "Come here, please," she whispers weakly to him in a pleading tone. 

He immediately walks over to her and sits beside her. "How are you feeling?" he asks her, his hand reaching out to her arm as his eyes search for her and their eyes finally meet. 

She relaxes and smiles up at him. "Better now." she murmurs softly.

"Do you want to take a bath? I can help you with that, if you want." Six offers her as his hand slowly brushes the side of her face while his thumb strokes her cheek. 

Elle pouts a little, scrunching her nose as she shakes her head. "No, I'll just have a shower. I need to try to move my muscles so I can heal quicker. I think my body was just in shock when I fell from that building earlier. It's not used to being thrown that high." she tells him.

"Okay, then. I need to go downstairs to do a little debrief with Denny, as usual."

"Is he going to ask anything about me?"

He frowns. "No, nothing like that. Just a lot of questions after questions and then I'd have to make a quick summary about what the mission was like. But he won't ask anything about you or ask anything to you. It's your first time." Six assures her. 

She sighs in relief. "Great. Okay. That's good. Um, I do need help getting up, though." Elle admits as she gives him an innocent smile.

He chuckles quietly as he nods. "Come here, let me help you," he says softly, holding both of her hands before lifting her upper body up and she sits up from the couch.

They both look into each other's eyes and realize that they're so close, their faces are almost touching and their lips are an inch apart from each other. This has been the closest they've been after this whole week of not touching each other. It's not that they didn't want to because they did, they really did. They have so much desire for each other. It's a lot. And it's undeniable, no matter how hard they try to hide it. 

She swallows thickly. "Hey, so, I know we haven't really slept together this past week because of training but now that that's over, can I sleep in your room tonight?" she asks him.

Six tucks her hair under her ear and nods. "Of course." he softly says as his lips slowly tug into a small smile. 

She smiles again. "Okay. See you in bed then." Elle says, getting excited for tonight and she completely forgot that she was in pain. It's really that easy to distract her. 

They both say nothing as they retreat from each other and he helps her to stand up from the couch, walking her to her room as well. 

***

Finally, she is cleaned up, well rested and fully healed.

She's showered, changed into clean clothes and she's already feeling better due to the IV. 

And now she's extremely starving while looking for food in the fridge that desperately needs to be stocked again. 

She's the only one who does the grocery shopping around here. If she just misses even a day of not doing it, the boys are going to complain to her because of the lack of food. It's not even her job but it has become part of her life now. 

After a few minutes of searching for some food that's quick to eat and doesn't require to be cooked, she takes them with her to the kitchen island as she proceeds to eat her food there. 

She's got strawberry and mango yogurt, some pasta leftovers from domino's, a bowl of watermelon, a bag of cold chips and some leftover pastry from the local coffee shop downstairs. And she's drinking a liter of water. She needs to keep being hydrated so her body stays healthy and healed. 

They order a lot of take outs for most nights and Lloyd usually orders too much of it and it ends up being another leftover in the fridge.

Right now, as she’s eating, she’s too lazy to listen in on everyone downstairs and way too focused on her food. She knows Six is still downstairs doing some stupid debrief that is only wasting his time to rest and clean up. She doesn’t know where Lloyd is though. Probably still downstairs as well, accompanying Six, as usual. Those two have quickly become besties now, always telling each other literally everything.

She wonders how they ever got along, though. Because she knows that they didn’t meet each other up until this mission, only heard stories of each other from other people in the agency. And when they had to do this mission together, they didn’t exactly like each other since they both never had any partners in their line of work. They’ve always worked alone. They weren’t used to partners or even friends.

But this mission has really brought them along and well, her as well. They both have only one thing in common, they both want her and are willing to do for her and her safety.

“Mmm. So good.” She mutters to herself, mouth full with the food as she enjoys it before she has to handle Lloyd. She knows what’s coming. He was just waiting for her to heal and clean up to finally lash his anger out on her.

Ugh. What a headache.

She just wants to lay down and sleep forever. She’s a little tired, she’ll admit. She did just blow up a whole building and jump from the tall building and is still alive until now. She used a lot of her energy. But thanks to food and IV, she’s not that tired anymore.

But thinking of Lloyd about to yell at her face again, she just lost her appetite as she looks down at all her food that’s almost half finished already. She might not have super speed, but she sure does eat really fast. And that way, she gets full way easier.

She hops off the kitchen island stool and begins to throw away all the trash from her food to the garbage can in the kitchen. She walks to the kitchen sink and turns it on with her mind as she lets the water while she washes her hand with the soap.

After she’s done, she dries her hands with the paper towel and just as she was about to walk to the couch to relax and watch some TV, the elevator dings and opens.

Shit. I’m fucked.

Elle sighs as she hears Lloyd’s heavy footsteps coming out of the elevator and stepping in their foyer.

She frowns and sighs loudly. “Look, can we just not do this—” she tries.

He ignores her as he walks into their living room, where she’s standing. “I get it. But we’re all tired, Elle. And you need to learn a fucking lesson.” Lloyd starts.

She snorts. “Please. What am I? A child? What lesson are you trying to teach me here, Lloyd? I understood the orders and I did it. I blew up the fucking building already.” Elle defends herself.

Lloyd scoffs, shaking his head. “But you disobeyed my orders. Don’t you get it? You’re supposed to do as you’re told, no matter what. No questions asked. That’s what we all do.” he lectures her.

“Wow, it’s not like I don’t even have any more free will.” She retorts.

“Well, you asked for this. You wanted this. Don’t fucking complain for something you signed up for.” He harshly says.

She scoffs. “I never signed up to kill an innocent child! What the fuck were you thinking?” Elle raises her voice at him.

Lloyd frowns. “It wasn’t my choice! Did you think that I ever wanted that? It was a clear order. I couldn’t do anything about it.” He raises his voice back at her.

She shakes her head in disbelief. “So you would’ve killed a child anyway?” she says, lowering her voice.

He huffs. “Jesus, Elle. Would you fucking stop? The child’s not dead, right? You saved him or her. But still, you can’t just turn off your comms and ignore me and do whatever the fuck you want. It’s not how this works. You’re lucky that I didn’t tell Denny the truth about you. He’d be pissed. Just like I am with you because following orders is very important. But if he knew, he’d remove you from this mission and drag you to the states and—”

Elle gulps. “Then, why didn’t you?” she weakly asks. She’s scared to ask but she’s curious. He’d snitch on anyone else because he could care less about them but somehow, it’s different with her.

Lloyd lunges forward to her and glares down at her. “I did it for you.” He grits out. He didn’t want to admit that but she asked for it and there’s no point in hiding anything from her anyway, the girl’s a mind reader after all.

She furrows her brows and scoffs gently. “But why? I thought you didn’t care about me or anyone at all.” She asks but it comes out as a whisper because she's still in disbelief.

Lloyd takes another step forward closer to her and now they’re so close to each other as their faces are almost touching. “I do care. For you. I don’t know why but…I just do. You have no idea how much effect you have on me. If you so much as tell me to kill someone right now, I will. I’d do it in a heartbeat. In fact, I have killed for you. Remember those guys who tried to kidnap you and instead shot you and Six last week? I found their bosses and shot them all in the head at their own house, a few days ago. And I didn’t even clean it up. I just left the bodies like that. So they’d know not to mess with us again. Not to hurt you again.” He bluntly confesses.

It’s not like him to just confess what he feels but he’s cornered right now and he has no other choice but to just get it out and finally tell her the truth. She deserves the truth, anyway. Keeping her in the dark forever is just not right and he knows that.

Elle swallows thickly. She is scared but also turned on. She never expected for anyone to do that for her. But she does like it. With all the other guys she’s been with, they were too much of a coward and she’s always wanted them to do more for her. To do anything for her. And she knows it’s fucked up to want him because he killed for her but it’s not like they didn’t deserve it. They were going to kidnap her and sell her as a weapon. But still, he killed for her — not exactly right or justifiable.

“You did that…for me or for Denny? Did he ask you to—” she slowly asks him.

He cuts her off, shaking his head. “No. He didn’t. It was for your safety but…the CIA wouldn’t have sanctioned a mass murder. It was really fucking messy, Elle. There was blood and brain matter all over the place.” Lloyd casually says with a scoff.

Oh.

She gulps again. It’s how he says it so casually while talking about murder. Like he has no remorse or regret and even has a little pride for it, in which he does. He proudly did it for her and he wasn't even planning to tell her but here he is anyway.

She stays quiet, her mind going round and round in circles thinking about why he did all that just for her. She remembered Six’s words about him secretly wanting her but she just thought that meant sexually only and not in a way that he’d do quite literally anything for her. Because this is getting dangerous. He killed someone for her, just like that. She’s scared.

Lloyd sighs softly. “Say something, dammit. Your silence is weirdly scaring me. Are you…scared?” he asks, cautiously.

She looks him in the eyes. “I was just thinking. I mean, why would you do that for me? I didn’t ask for it and yeah, I guess I am a little scared of you. I’ve always been. But…this is different. You killed them for me, just like that. Like their lives didn’t mean shit to you. It does scare me.”

His lips slowly turn into a smirk. “That’s good that you’re scared of me. You should be.” He lowers his voice into a whisper.

She frowns. “Lloyd. You can’t just do that, go out and kill anyone for me. It’s reckless.” She raises her voice a little.

He scoffs. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, sweetheart. Even if I get caught, I have immunity for that because of the agency.” He pauses, staring into her eyes, “You should feel grateful. I don’t just kill for anyone. Well, except for the CIA but, you know, that’s completely different from you. I’m doing it for you because I want to. I need to see you safe and sound. And I don’t fucking know why.” Lloyd admits, truthfully.

Elle sighs softly, looking down to avoid his gaze but his hand lifts her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “What do you want from me?” she softly asks.

Lloyd furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side as he slowly smirks. “Oh, sweetheart. I want everything from you. Anything that I could take from you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you? I’ve wanted you in every way possible. I can’t stop thinking about that night in that dingy, gross bar when I had my fingers in you and when I tasted you…”

She frowns deeper. “Lloyd, if this is one of your sick and twisted games to tease me, you better stop right now.” she warns him.

His smirk turns wider as his hand moves to her lips and his thumb strokes her bottom lips. “I’m not teasing you right now, Elle. But if you want me to…” Lloyd whispers at her face.

She slightly widens her eyes and takes his hand off of her with one try. She shakes her head as she turns around from him and walks further into their living room. “No. We can’t do this. I don’t even know why you want me and care about me so much all of a sudden when you’ve been treating me like shit this whole entire time. I just don’t fucking get it.” Elle snaps, stopping to stand in front of their floor to ceiling window that highlights the whole city of Jakarta as she turns to him.

Lloyd sighs, walking to her. “So you don’t feel the same?” he asks as he stands in front of her, seeing the night view of the city behind her head.

“That’s not what I said. Look, Six and I talked about it and we were about to propose an idea to you about…sharing me. We were about to do it after the mission but—that’s not the point I’m trying to make. It doesn’t matter if I feel the same or not. You killed someone for me, Lloyd. And then you lied about what you feel for me the entire time. That’s…toxic. If we are together, if we do this, then what does that say about us?” she asks, waving her hand between them.

Elle has always been logical with life. What’s wrong is wrong and what’s right is right. She knows killing is wrong but killing for someone else because you care for them, that’s a whole different level of wrong. And yes, it was necessary to kill them for her own safety but he only did that because he cares for her. If he didn’t, they would still be alive. She just doesn’t want to be the reason why someone’s dead. She doesn’t want to be responsible for that because she’s had her own guilt already for actually being responsible for someone’s death and it felt horrible for her. She’ll never forget what she did in that lab.

That doesn’t mean she’s justified her own actions, no. She fully knows that what she did was wrong and she still feels guilty about it but she has a feeling that Lloyd doesn’t feel guilty or thinks it’s wrong which is why it makes this toxic.

Lloyd steps forward to her and stares into her eyes. “I don’t care what it says about us. You want me and I want you. Really badly.”

Elle scoffs at his face. “You’re a sociopath. You won’t feel the same for me anymore after a while. You’ll feel bored and then you’ll forget why you were even obsessed with me in the first place. And if we’re starting it like this, with you killing for me, then I don’t want it. I’m scared. About you and all of this. It’s out of my comfort zone. I can’t do this.” She tells him as her voice slightly cracks.

He knows what he is. A sociopath. A person who doesn’t feel things like any average human being. He’s aware of it. Six and him talk about it a lot. He doesn’t want to be that person who gets bored easily with someone they care about and then just leaves them but in this situation, he can’t leave her because of the mission and all. He’s conscious about it but it doesn’t mean he’s proud of it. He hates it. He hates himself for it. He can’t change who he is but he is trying to be better even if it isn't showing.

At least he can still care about someone and would do anything for them. If he is an actual sociopath, it doesn't mean that there aren't a few people he'd kill for and even die for.

She tries to walk away but he immediately lunges forward to her and cages her in with both of his arms on the window as she’s pressed against it and he presses himself against her body. He leans into her ear, “You can’t run away from us, Elle. It’s too late for that.” Lloyd whispers in her ears.

She scowls. “Let me go.” she hisses as her breath hitches.

He looks back into her eyes. “If you wanted me to, you would’ve already done it yourself. You do want this but you’re trying too hard to avoid it. Stop fucking doing that. I’m right here and it’s only us.” he presses her.

She rolls her eyes before moving her face closer to his, staring down at his lips. “Just shut up. I don’t want to talk anymore,” she breathes out as she smashes her lips against his and kisses him as hard as she could while he deepens the kiss, roughly and she lets out a loud moan against his mouth.

Lloyd cups her face, his teeth harshly biting her bottom lips until it bleeds as she moans again, louder this time. She liked that. She likes it rough and he knows exactly how to fulfill that desire of hers without asking.

“Where do you want it? Right here? On the couch? Or in my bedroom?” he asks against her mouth as his breathing starts to get heavy while her hands move to his hips, getting lower and lower to his crotch.

She whimpers, shaking her head. “Shit. We shouldn’t be doing this. I told Six that we’d do it together—” she whines against his mouth, slowly regretting everything but she can’t say that she’s not enjoying this because she is, she really is. She’s just too ashamed to admit it. It’s her guilty pleasure.

Lloyd cuts her off. “Fuck that. I know him and he’d be okay with this. With us.” He breathes out as he brings down his hand to rest on the side of her neck.

She breathes heavily, “Fine. Fuck me right here, then.” She pants against his mouth as her eyes gesture behind her, to the huge ass window.

His eyes look down to the night view of the whole city through their clear window. Anyone could see them from down there if they fucked right here since their lights are on and the window is huge and wide enough. But it doesn't matter to them right now — nothing does, except for each other and this very moment.

He smirks at her bold response before he pulls away from her lips an inch away. “Kinky. You want to let the whole city know that you’re mine? Is that what you want?” Lloyd whispers.

She nods mindlessly. “Mhm. It is,” she whispers back, her hands moving to the front of his pants before popping open the button easily.

Lloyd grabs her hands and holds them tight between their bodies. “Eager, are we? I haven’t even gotten you ready yet.” He teases her.

She shakes her head. “I don’t need that. I can take it. I can take you.” She insists.

He releases her hands as he grabs a fistful of her hair and grips it tightly as she leans her head against the window, enjoying the pain he’s giving her. It’s not as painful as it should be for her but she can still feel it and for her, it’s more of a pleasure than pain. She’s accepted long ago that she can never feel pain like anyone else so she turned it into something better — she developed a pain kink. It turns her on when he hurts her psychically.

But Lloyd’s the first guy in her life to ever do this to her, he just knew what she wanted without her even asking him to do it and he knows that she could take it. All the other guys were too gentle. She hated it. But not with Six, that’s different. They have something entirely special together and it’s not just about sex for them, not that they’ve ever done it yet.

Lloyd leans into her ear as his free hand moves down from her breast to her stomach until it stops at her cotton shorts and he reaches down to her panties, getting inside as he feels her wet cunt. “I need to taste you, sweetheart — properly taste you. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since we met.” He whispers inside her ears and she gasps softly at the feeling of his hand inside her.

Elle lifts her tank top up and takes it off completely, throwing it onto the floor somewhere. She’s not wearing a bra since she thought that she was going to get ready for bed earlier. So this is the first time Lloyd’s seen her bare tits. Even Six hasn’t seen her fully naked yet.

He lets his eyes wander around her body and takes a second for himself to examine it. Her body is pretty fit since she’s strong and all that. But she doesn’t have abs, just an average flat stomach. She can’t seem to ever gain weight with her condition so her body will look the same all the time, no matter what. She can never grow. His eyes then drift down to her tits. He focuses on them more — her beautiful tits that he’s been fantasizing about it this whole time.

His hand releases her hair and goes down to her breasts, grasping them tightly together as she lets out a soft moan at that. His fingernails digs into her tits until it bleeds and she moans even louder at that. He swipes the blood off of her before her skin heals again and he licks the blood from his fingers while she watches him do that. She’s having a little déjà vu when they were back at that bar and he was licking her cum off of his fingers.

And now she has a blood kink.

“I know that you’ve seen my ass naked. Six told me.” She breathes out. She can barely think right now and this is what comes out of her mouth.

Lloyd’s eyes look up at her. “Really? Well, what can I say? You have an amazing ass and that was a great view…” he comments.

She rolls her eyes, smirking. “Asshole.”

He gets even closer to her face. “But it turns you on anyway. I turn you on, Elle. Remember that.” He retorts as he takes her shorts off, leaving her with only her panties on.

Her smirk turns wider. "And I make you hard every single day, Hansen.” She retorts back as she moves her hands to rest on his chest before she rips his expensive polo shirt off easily with both of her hands, revealing his big and muscular body.

She takes a moment to let her eyes observe his shirtless body. There’s some tattoos on his chest that she certainly wasn’t expecting to see. His six-pact abs are really fucking perfect and she could drool just by the sight of this. She didn’t know that he was so fit under all those ridiculous fancy shirts of his. She forgot that he also had a lot of training and he does missions that requires fighting as well, like Six. She's not exactly surprised, she knew that he was packing underneath, but her hatred for him wanted to make her forget that she finds him sexy.

He’s not even mad that she ruined his $300 polo shirt that he brought from this country, it was way more expensive here because it was imported from the country he used to buy it in, which pissed him off so much . But he just got even more hard. If she was any other girl, he would’ve gotten mad and immediately left her. But she's not any other girl he's been with — she's way more important to him than some stupid shirt that he could buy again and again.

Lloyd scoffs at that, looking down at his ruined shirt before his eyes dart to hers again, his gaze darkens. He holds her neck and grips it harshly as she smirks again. “Guess we both have an addiction for each other, huh?” he whispers.

She nods her head against the window. “Take your pants off, Lloyd. Or else I’ll rip it off too.” She lightly threatens him with that knowing innocent smile of hers.

He shakes his head. "Not yet. I said I wanted to taste you first, right?” He reminds her before covering her mouth with his, kissing her deeper than earlier as his teeth bites into her lower lip again, making it bleed a lot. She moans against his mouth, leaning even closer to him but he pulls away from her, breaking the kiss.

He loves teasing her and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop. He likes seeing her reaction to it and enjoys it all the time.

She pouts as he predicted and he lets out a soft huff of a laugh. Lloyd slowly gets down on his knees, kneeling in front of her while his eyes stay on her. His fingers toy with the fabric of her panties just to tease her again.

He looks up at her. "I want you to let out those pretty sounds as much as you want, okay? Let all of them hear. I don’t care.” Lloyd tells her, softly.

She nods at him. He smirks at that. “Good girl. I like it when you’re obeying me. Not like what you did today.” He retorts.

She huffs. “I don’t want to talk about today.”

“Good. Me neither.” Lloyd agrees with her before his hands touch her inner thighs, “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” He whispers against her skin, sending goosebumps on it.

She does what she’s told, spreading her legs slowly and getting wider a little. He takes her panties off and leaves them down on her ankles. He gets his face closer to it as he swipes his tongue across her wet and glistening cunt. She throws her head back, letting out a soft gasp and moan at the same time.

Lloyd looks up at her again, wanting to see her face. “Eyes on me, Elle. You look away and I’ll stop.” He tells her as she looks down at him, her chest breathing heavily.

“Look at you. All wet just for me.” He taunts her, letting his eyes wander down her mess and she’s dripping around her legs and staining the floor, as well. She’s gonna have to clean that up later.

She lets out a breathy moan as his fingers touch her cunt before he inserts two fingers inside of her at once, making her gasp loudly at that. She could take it. He knows she can.

“You can take it,” Lloyd husks, twisting his fingers in her before adding another finger and she hits her head against the window, letting out another loud moan. “That’s it. Take it like a fucking champ,” he echoes his previous words before to her that he said today before the mission.

Ding.

She was too blind in her own pleasure to even bother to hear anything. It's one of the reasons why she likes sex so much and makes it her coping mechanism, because she could get distracted and forget everything, even if it's just for a while.

The familiar sound of the elevator announcing that it’s about to open immediately startles them. The elevator is at the far side of the living room but anyone could see the whole thing from there.

Six casually walks out of it with his eyes looked down, extremely exhausted after that long debrief with Denny in front of a laptop and then some of the field agents engaging in a conversation with him about fighting techniques and suggested weapons that he so wanted to get out of. He finally got out of it and he was ready to come back home, get ready for bed and sleep in with Elle.

He certainly was not expecting the view right in front of him now when his eyes finally look up.

She’s fully naked and Lloyd’s shirtless with his pants button open and he’s going down on her with his fingers still inside her. This is the first time he’s ever seen her naked and he wasn’t expecting it to go like this.

“Shit…” she mutters under her breath as Lloyd turns around to see Six.

Six is speechless. He’s frozen, standing still in the foyer. He’s not mad or disappointed at the both of them. He’s just really surprised. Shocked. Stunned. And maybe even a little bit turned on.

“Hey, you’re back. How was the debrief?” Lloyd casually asks him as he puts her panties back on and grabs her shorts and tank top from the floor. He helps her put her shorts on first before standing up and putting back her tank top on.

Six finally has the courage to take a step forward and proceed to walk into their living room. “Uhm, it was long and tiring.” He responds.

Elle shoots him an apologetic look as he stands beside Lloyd. “Six, I’m so sorry—”

He frowns. “What are you sorry for? I’m not mad, Elle. You know that we were about to tell him, anyway. I just wasn’t expecting you to do it yourself.” Six softly says in a gentle tone.

“I know, I’m sorry. We promised that we were going to do it together and then I just went and did it behind your back.” She apologizes again.

She has a bad habit of apologizing to people over and over again even though most of the time, it’s not her fault. She just always thinks it is hers.

Lloyd frowns. “Stop apologizing, Elle. I told you he’s okay with it and he is. Right?” he looks back at him for confirmation.

Six nods at him. “Yeah, I am. I’m the one who’s sorry for interrupting you because now it’d be awkward to continue.” He confirms.

She lets out a snort. “Yeap. It would be. Well, now that we’re all here…wanna go watch a movie and make it less awkward for all three of us?” Elle suggests.

They both nod at her. Six’s lips slowly form into a small smile. Lloyd gives her a genuine half smile. They’re both slightly a little bit content, somehow.

***

“I don’t like watching movies. It’s a waste of my time.” Lloyd grumbles as they all sit together in one of their couches, cozily in front of the TV.

She’s in the middle of them, leaning her head on Six’s shoulder and resting her legs on Lloyd’s thighs. She has her blanket from home, spread across all of them. The TV is on as she’s holding the remote control, ready to play her top favorite movie.

She giggles, shaking her head. “Well, it’s a shame. Because I’m going to make you watch my favorite movies, anyway.”

Lloyd huffs frustratedly. “Seriously? We could be doing so many other better things right now.” He continues to complain before he turns to her, slipping his hand under their blanket and placing it on her inner thighs, teasing her.

She frowns at him, but not exactly complaining of his hand placement. “Oh, come on! Just watch the damn movie.” She argues.

Six quietly chuckles, leaning his mouth into her ears. “He’s still frustrated that he didn’t get the chance to fuck you,” he softly jokes but he’s not exactly whispering.

Lloyd immediately looks at him, blinking at him offended. “At least I saw her naked first.” He retorts back, even harsher.

She shakes her head. “Stop, both of you.” She says, turning to look at both of them at once, “Look, I know we haven’t really talked about it yet, but I’m positive that this could work. We could work. I mean, there’ll still be a few things we need to work out, obviously, but we could solve all that tomorrow and the other tomorrow because we’re stuck here all together for a few months. So, let’s all just enjoy this movie and not think about other serious stuff for tonight.” Elle states with a tired smile on her lips.

She’s always been positive about everything. It’s her specialty. Even when she’s pessimistic about something, deep down, she still manages to be positive about it. She’s not actually sure that this will work. She’s even scared that it won’t, but she's tugging away that thought for now to not ruin this moment.

Six nods. Lloyd hums in response.

“We do need to set a schedule, though. About sharing…you.” Lloyd suggests.

She chuckles. “Yeah, right. Not gonna happen.”

Six lets out a soft huff of laughter before planting a long kiss on her cheek. She looks into his eyes and she leans onto him, pressing her lips against his without having to say anything, she already knew what he wanted.

Lloyd stares at them, examining closely how they kiss. Six goes really gentle on her and so does she. There’s still passion in their kiss but it’s just very…vanilla for him. When he and Elle kiss, it’s rough and harsh and kinky as the whole world suddenly stops just for them. It’s so different compared to Six and her. But it’s a good thing, she gets to have two choices. Gentle and rough.

He clears his throat, hoping to stop them from eating each other’s faces out but they’re still kissing. She lazily kisses him as he sets a really slow rhythm that she just gladly follows. They’re kissing like two teenagers who just learned how to kiss so it’s extremely slow.

Lloyd frowns, grabbing her face with both of his hands as they forcefully break their kiss. “We’re still gonna watch the movie or—” he gets cut off by Elle kissing his lips roughly, stealing the oxygen right out of his lungs and he lets out a soft moan before she pulls away from him, breaking the kiss.

Six chuckles at that. “I think we should probably watch the movie or else we’ll spend the whole night trying to steal her for a kiss,” he remarks. He’s not wrong.

She laughs softly, nodding her head. “Yep. I agree. Though, I’d still like that very much. I think it’s hot when you both try to compete to have me. We should use that for our future roleplay.” she teases him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. “Roleplay is for weirdos,” he states.

“I know. I was joking. But, I thought that you’d be more into that considering how kinky you are.” Elle assumes. She knows he’s rough just by making out with him twice. She can also sense that he enjoys being rough as much as she does.

Six is quiet, paying close attention to this conversation that he just grew interested in. He usually doesn’t really want to hear what they both say have to each other since most of the time, they always bicker and fight and insult each other. He's just glad that he won't have to hear that shit on a daily basis anymore. If they fuck any sooner, their little fights will reduce eventually.

He snorts, squinting his eyes a little. “You think I’m kinky? Why, because of how rough I am with you?” Lloyd asks her, genuinely.

She nods. “Yeah, exactly. But I like it.”

Lloyd smirks at that. “Oh. Guess I’m not the only kinky one here. What about Six? Is he kinky?” he asks, out of pure curiosity.

She giggles, not knowing how to answer his question. Six looks at him weirdly. “Why are you asking?” he asks back.

Lloyd shrugs. “Curiosity.”

“Uhm, I guess? You know that we haven’t…so I wouldn’t really know.” She responds, clearing her throat to change the topic. “But anyway, I think that I should just sleep in my own room tonight until we figure out some things.” Elle declares to them.

He frowns. “We don’t have any problems.”

She raises her brows. “Of course we do? Lloyd, you commited mass murder for me. That’s a fucking problem. We need to talk about that, seriously. Tomorrow. I’m too tired to talk about it now.”

Six frowns confusedly, turning to him. “Wait, you did what?” he asks him.

Lloyd’s lips form a thin line. “Remember those guys who shot you and Elle and then tried to kidnap her as well? I did a bit of digging and found where they lived, a few days ago. I brought some of the agents with me who wouldn’t tell Denny and then we…got rid of them.” He explains.

Six sighs. “Lloyd. You could’ve told me first.” He protests.

He nods, agreeing with him. “I know. I’ll do that next time.” He casually says.

Elle frowns. “What? No. There won’t be a next time because you can’t be doing that anymore. I’m serious.” She scolds him.

Lloyd silently looks at Six. They both know that she hasn’t gotten used to that yet. Murder. Death. It’s not her world yet. But soon enough, it will be, no matter what and none of them can help her. They feel bad for her, though. She doesn’t even know what she’s getting herself into. They can’t tell her or warn her because that’s kind of the first rule in the agency, is that they don’t tell anyone how bad it actually is.

She’s way too naïve. Even innocent, sometimes. She’s lived in a bubble her whole life and she’s gotten out of it the moment she stepped into that bar and met them. That’s right when she got out of her bubble.

Six nods at her. “You’re right. There are a few things that we still need to talk about.”

She smiles faintly. “I’m sorry, I know that I told you that I’m going to sleep in your room tonight…”

“Then, sleep in his room tonight.” Lloyd interjects.

Six shakes his head at him. “No. It’s okay. I think it’s better that you sleep in your own room.” He softly says, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Hm. Less temptations, right?” Lloyd teases him.

She rolls her eyes playfully, turning to him. “Yes, Lloyd. Because sex doesn’t solve problems. It just distracts us for a while.” Elle says to him.

She’s an expert when it comes to psychology and sex. It’s been a part of her life until now so she wanted to learn about it and she’s mastered it now. She knows that distractions are never the solution to a couple’s problem. It eventually distracts them too much and they never even get to solve the problem. And most of the time, it’ll become a bigger problem when they have unresolved problems.

She doesn’t want to have problems with Lloyd or Six. She wants this to be right and perfect and good. She’s had too many problems with relationships in the past and never got to have a single happy one. Well, it was mostly because she’s damaged. She has had so many issues and trauma that no guy has ever been capable enough to handle it, to handle her. But she knows that they’re both perfectly capable of handling her.

Lloyd’s lips stretched into a smirk, staring down at her soft lips as he remembered how good she tasted like. Now he’s the tempted one. She’s too fucking addicting for him. “It does solve some problems if you’re satisfied after,” he teases her.

She lifts her brows. “Really? Well, we could try that—” she says as his smirk turns into an almost smile and he leans forward onto her. “Later. When we’ve solved our current problems.” She adds.

Lloyd sighs deeply, throwing his head back in disappointment as he groans. “You’re going to give me blue balls, Elle.” He complains.

Six laughs quietly as she giggles out loud. “Then I’ll heal you! It’s kind of my job for the CIA. If you both get hurt, then I have to heal you guys.” She says, practically.

“I think he’d like that very much seeing as you have to touch the wounded body part in order to heal it.” Six teases him, his lips tugging into an easy smile.

Lloyd looks back at her, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Really? You know what, I think I do need you to heal me.”

Elle laughs again, shaking her head as she slaps his arm. “No, you don’t! You just need a kiss.” She smiles through her words before leaning onto him, cupping his face as she presses a soft kiss on his lips.

His forehead leans onto hers as he sighs softly. “You’re right.” He murmurs, “You always are, sunshine.” Lloyd whispers at her face before pulling away from her so he doesn’t get more tempted to kiss her again.

Her lips stretch into a warm smile. “I know I am.” She says before quickly planting a kiss on his cheek and pulling away from him to lean closer onto Six.

Six is still quietly smiling at them, allowing himself to enjoy this moment for just this one time. He kisses her temple and puts an arm around her. “Let’s watch that movie, baby.” His voice is soft and quiet inside her ears but she heard it. Even Lloyd heard it in the quietness of their living room.

Baby. He called her baby.

It’s rare for him to call anyone a pet name. It’s not usually his type. He doesn’t do lovey dovey stuff with anyone. He doesn’t even have a love language — but that’s what he thinks, he actually does have one and it's psychical touch. He likes being touched a lot and showing his affection by touching too. But, he’s never been with anyone long enough to be affectionate and loving to them. He’s never had a relationship, just like Lloyd. It’s always just been quick fucks in a dark alley and one night stands in a cheap hotel, for Six. There wasn't anything special in his life before her, before them.

The word hangs between them as her lips curve into a soft smile and she buries her face into his neck, kissing him there. Lloyd gently grabs her legs and places them on top of his thighs again, straightening them so she’s comfortable enough. He pulls the blanket to cover her more because he knows that she’s a little cold. His hand is still on her inner thigh as she rests her hand on top of his.

Elle pulls her face away from Six before leaning her head on his shoulder, comfortably. She presses the play button on the remote control of their TV and it starts playing her most favorite movie as the light in the living room starts to get dimmed automatically.

It’s dark and quiet as the movie begins and she shifts closer to Six, cuddling closer to him than she already is.

They’re all three comfortable with this and they think that they could stay here forever, just being cuddled up and holed up in here.

They’re oddly and weirdly… happy. Which is really rare for them. Happiness is a luxury in this cruel world.

#lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x you #chris evans fanfiction #court gentry x y/n #court gentry x reader #court gentry #sierra six x reader #sierra six #the gray man #sierra six smut #court gentry x female reader #ryan gosling #the gray man fanfiction #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x you #lloyd hansen x ofc #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #sierra six x female reader #court gentry x you

[onsunnyside]

no one is ready for the filth I have in store 👹 with my requests closed for my Lloyd Hansen Party (I Can Fix Him Party), I’ve decided to organize some of the prompts in AUs !! So far, I have:

stepdad!Lloyd x innocent!reader, pornstar!Lloyd, shy!virgin!reader (hehe), bunny hybrid!reader, and dad’s best friend!Lloyd. I’m also working on an assassin!reader fic that combines a bunch of asks too !!

I hope everyone is buckled in bc we’re heading Into the Lloyd Hansen Verse !!

#HEHEHHEHE #SO MANY THINGS #I WILL BE MAKING A NEW MINI MASTERLIST FOR THIS TOO #into the Lloyd verse #icfh party #sonny speaks

[ao3feed-snowpiercer]

31 Days of Filth & Kink (#kinktober2022)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2cVzkyl

by spectre_posts, Whatisyourplantoday

The title speaks for itself. 31 Days of Filth & Kink featuring Chris Evans' entire IMDB catalog to date in 2022.

Words: 59660, Chapters: 21/31, Language: English

Fandoms: The Gray Man (2022), The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), Not Another Teen Movie (2001), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Street Kings (2008), Snowpiercer (2013), The Perfect Score (2004), Cellular (2004), The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (2008), Gifted (Movie 2017), Sunshine (2007), Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010), What's Your Number? (2011), Fantastic Four (Movies 2005-2007), Fierce People (2005), The Nanny Diaries (2007), Knives Out (Movies), Puncture (2011), The Iceman (2012), The Losers (2010), London (2005), Push (2009), Playing It Cool (2014), Before We Go (2014), Defending Jacob (TV 2020)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort), Jake Wyler, Steve Rogers, Paul Diskant, Curtis Everett, Kyle (The Perfect Score), Ryan Ackerman, Jimmy Dobyne, Frank Adler, James Mace, Lucas Lee, Colin Shea, Johnny Storm, Bryce Langley, Hayden Harvard Hottie, Ransom Drysdale, Mike Weiss, Robert Pronge, Jake Jensen, Syd (London), Nick Gant, Me (Playing It Cool), nick vaughn - Character, Andy Barber

Relationships: Lloyd Hansen/Reader, Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)/Reader, Jake Wyler/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Paul Diskant/Reader, Curtis Everett/Reader, Kyle (The Perfect Score)/Reader, Ryan Ackerman/Reader, Jimmy Dobyne/Reader, Frank Adler/Reader, James Mace/Reader, Lucas Lee/Reader, Colin Shea/Reader, Johnny Storm/Reader, Bryce Langley/Reader, Hayden Harvard Hottie/Reader, Ransom Drysdale/Reader, Mike Weiss (Puncture 2011)/Reader, Robert Pronge/Reader, Jake Jensen/Reader, Syd (London)/Reader, Nick Gant/Reader, Me (Playing It Cool)/Reader, nick vaughn/reader, Andy Barber/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2cVzkyl

#snowpiercer #ao3feed

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Swear I Won’t Tease You

Pairing: mob boss!Lloyd Hansen x femme!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Lloyd is fascinated by you from the start.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, minor degradation, lil bit of choking, pussy petting, over the panties stuff, Lloyd’s filthy mouth, some biting), alcohol consumption, thievery, lots of French pet names, mentions of violence, Lloyd is a charismatic asshole, mentions of prostitution, klepto reader, meet “cute”? SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Holy shit, I’m in love with Lloyd Hansen. That psycho woke up my muse in a big way, so be prepared for a bunch of shit starring this asshole for the near future. I literally wrote this in one day and I don’t know how long it’s been since that happened!

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Lloyd cracked his neck as he walked into the packed Paris club, rolling his head on his shoulders and growling to himself as he made his way to the bar, his two bodyguards trailing after him. As much as he loved his work, sometimes he hated the travel, especially when it came to having to deal with the unwashed, stuck up frogs in this loser of a country. If he hadn’t desperately needed a drink after slicing that asshole's face off, he would have just made his way back to the hotel and planned on taking the jet back to the states first thing in the morning.

“Find a goddamn phone and let Fowler know Jeanette’s gonna be sending the new batch of girls out in a week.” Lloyd nodded at Brutus after ordering himself a Glenlivet, hissing when he took a gulp and felt the warm liquor burn his throat. “And if Walker is there, tell him I don’t want to see his face for a fucking month and that his twat of a gun contact is now a dead twat.”

“Walker’s not gonna like that boss.” The giant meat head shrugged uncomfortably when Lloyd turned his glare to him before ordering another drink.

“You really think I give a fuck? Do your damn job.” Lloyd snarled as the dumbass finally walked away, sipping on his second scotch slowly and leaning against the bar as he surveyed the crowd that was packed into the club. “Morons.”

Even as the liquor started to relax him he was regretting his choice of venue for his drink, especially when some dick in a white suit knocked into him and almost made him spill. Maybe he’d just find some desperate thing to take back to his hotel and break the bed with, since he hadn’t gotten to test out the new whores like he normally would and filleting that cunt hadn’t gotten out as much aggression as he had expected. He wanted to ruin something, and there seemed to be plenty of dumb little sluts here that were just ripe for the picking.

Oh, wait just a fucking minute. Who the hell were you? In that sweet little pink dress and those heels that pretty much guarantee you couldn’t run away from anyone, though you were still managing to put off every single douche bag that was coming up to you with a shy little smile and big eyes that made you look like the picture of chaste innocence that would be perfect to ruin. Yeah, he was going to make you cry the prettiest fucking tears he’d ever seen.

“Foutez le camp d'ici.” Lloyd growled at the dumbass who was trying to put his hand on your arm as he flirted impotently with you, scowling at him until he scurried away before turning back to you with a wicked grin. “Bonjour, chérie.”

“Bonjour.” You tilted your chin down and gazed at him through your lashes as you bit your lip, and holy fuck did he want to watch you choke on his cock. “Je suis désolé…”

“Vous êtes américain?” He wasn’t going to let you finish that thought, twirling his ring around his pinky as he grinned when you gave him a small nod. There was no way he was leaving this club without at least tasting your lips, and you seemed like the type who just needed to be told what to do. “Ah, me too. What are you doing in Paris, pretty girl?”

“Just… seeing the sights, taking in some culture.” You let out a small sigh as you watched him carefully, cocking your head when he lifted his drink to his lips and the ruby on his ring caught the light. “Enjoying the beautiful things the city has to offer.”

“Hmm, as well you should, chaton.” Lloyd dragged his tongue over his bottom lip when the press of the crowd forced you to step closer to him, reaching out to slowly trace his fingertips along the curve of your shoulder and down your arm. “A course, there isn’t anything here as beautiful as you.” The way you giggled and batted your eyelashes at him let him know he had you, he wondered if you were a virgin, god that would make it even better. “Finish your drink so you can dance with me, poupée.”

You purred when he took your glass from you and set it on the bar once you had finished, sighing softly when he grabbed your hand and pressed some kisses over your knuckles before leading you towards the dance floor. As soon as the two of you reached the floor he was pulling you close and sliding his hands down your back until he was squeezing your hips, letting out a soft growl when you gasped as you braced your palms against his chest, scowling at his remaining bodyguard over your shoulder and jerking his head at him so he would fucking get lost. Lloyd couldn’t believe how goddamn soft you were, he was gonna bruise you the fuck up.

“What’s your name, ma douce?” He ducked even closer to you and groaned appreciatively when you told him, dragging his cheek over your temple and fighting the urge to smack your ass at the feeling of your hips rolling against his. “Mmm, that’s lovely. My name’s Lloyd, sweet thing. I want you to remember that when I make you scream later tonight.”

“Lloyd, you’re so forward.” You gave him a teasing pout before whining softly when he turned you around and wrapped his arms around your waist, winding your fingers through his and gasping when he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. “But I have such an early tour tomorrow, I have to go soon.”

“Oh non, mon ami.” His voice was a soothing purr as he started guiding you towards an empty corner of the club once the song changed, trailing his lips up your jaw until he could bite your ear. “No, I’ll make you feel so good, ma chére. Need more than just a taste of you.” If he didn’t get to at least finger you he was gonna be in a mood tomorrow.

“What if I… hmm.” You moaned when he cut you off by gripping your jaw and tilting your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, pressing your body against the wall and sliding his other hand down the curve of your hip until he could grip the edge of your skirt and start to drag it up your thigh. “I can give you my hotel’s number and we can set something up for later this week.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me, darling.” He slid his knee between your legs to force them open while you planted heavily into his mouth, swallowing your soft whimper with a grin when he brushed his fingertips over the damp lace that was covering your core. “I just need one, promise I’ll be quick.”

The only response you could give him once he rubbed your clit over your panties was a tiny moan, your mouth falling open when he started circling your swollen bud harshly and letting him shove his fingers between your teeth and press on the back of your tongue until you were drooling all over his hand. Lloyd watched your face with a wicked glint in his eye while he watched you fall apart under his touch, cooing demeaningly against your cheek when he felt you shaking in his arms and tears started leaking from the corners of your eyes, his achingly hard cock pulsing in his slacks as he ground it against your perfect ass.

“Look at you, I thought you were a good girl, ma douce. But here you are about to come like a little slut in front of all these people just from having this sweet little pussy pet a tiny bit.” He bit your cheek and groaned when you sobbed around his fingers, your cunt throbbing under his hand when he gave your clit a sharp smack. “So fucking easy, you gonna cream your pretty panties, chérie? Do it, I want you to come for me, ma petite pute. Make a fucking mess of yourself, come the fuck on.”

The sudden dig of his fingernail against your clit through the lace had your eyes rolling back in your head as your legs almost gave out, your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing while cream flowed out of you and soaked right through your panties, staining Lloyd’s fingers as he growled against your skin. He pressed you closer to the wall as your body vibrated with pleasure, caging you in his arms and burying his face in your hair as his cock throbbed and twitched until he was filling his briefs with a snarl. You swallowed thickly when he finally pulled his fingers from between your lips, looking at him with glassy eyes as he dragged his nose over your cheek with a deep purr.

“What a pretty thing you are, can you even talk, ami?” His chuckle was dark when you just panted and licked your lips as you whimpered for him, giving your cunt a pat like a good bitch before pulling your skirt back down. “Poor baby, you’re gonna give me your number so I can ruin you again next time I need a good fuck and I’m in the area:”

“O-okay.” You gasped when you turned around and pulled a card out of your clutch, giving it to him with a trembling hand that he gripped to press kisses over your wrist as he tucked the card into his breast pocket. “I-I really do have to go.”

“Alright, chérie, you take care.” Lloyd leaned close and kissed your cheek almost tenderly. “I hope you think about me next time you touch yourself. I might even think of you, petite colombe. You’re almost too sweet for your own good.”

You just swallowed thickly when he finally let you go, wiping the back of your hand over your ruined face and squeezing your thighs together as you walked away after giving him a quizzical smile. Lloyd found something about you puzzlingly endearing, like he’d only barely scratched the surface of what you would let him do to you, maybe even of what you could do to him. He didn’t feel like you were just a typical pump and dump, he actually wanted to see your pretty face again.

“Ready to go boss?” Lloyd actually didn’t feel like tearing the man’s throat out when he opened his stupid mouth, how refreshing.

“Yeah, let me just pay.” He frowned when he reached into his back pocket and didn’t find his money clip, the furrow between his brows deepening when it wasn’t in any of his other pockets either. “What the fuck? Where’s my damn money?”

“Your ring’s missing too, boss.” Brutus took a step back when Lloyd snarled at him, his magnanimous mood evaporating when he looked at his hand and found that the signet ring that never left his pinkie was in fact gone.

“What in the… oh ho, oh shit!” Lloyd couldn’t help himself, he started laughing when the realization hit him, cackling wildly and doubling over for a minute before he finally got himself under control again. “Oh, that tricky little bitch, she fucking robbed me! Fuck, she’s got some balls on her. Change of plans boys, looks like we’re gonna be sticking around Paris a little longer. I’ve got a pretty little thief to track down. Ooh, this is gonna be fun. I’m fucking excited.”

You grinned to yourself as you reached your motorcycle you had parked a few blocks away, spitting the ring out from where you had it tucked under your tongue and admiring it before sliding it onto your ring finger. The fact that it fit perfectly was like fate, making you wiggle your fingers so it caught the light as you sat on the bike. You plucked the money clip from inside your bra and flipped through its contents, giggling at the size of the bills and the Eurocard. The ring was what you couldn’t stop playing with, though, that had caught your eye and made you let that gorgeous but intimidating man touch you however he wanted. ‘Lloyd Hansen’ sure seemed like he could be a lot of fun. Too bad you were never going to see him again.

A/N: Don’t worry, she’s definitely gonna see him again 😘

#natalie writes #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Just Want to be Your Lover

Pairing: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~2k

Summary: Lloyd finds out more about you and loves everything he learns.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, shoe humping, slight dom/sub dynamics, degradation, ruined kink, slight violence kink, choking, multiple orgasms, snowballing, so many pet names, implied boot licking and fingering), these two psychos already lost in the sauce for each other, minor violence, kinda blood eating (super brief and not explicit), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love these two and I’m not sorry.

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You let out a small annoyed huff as you looked out the window again, the Atlantic Ocean the only thing visible in every direction as Lloyd’s plane carried the two of you back to New York. Lloyd just gave you an affectionate growl as he kept rubbing his thumb over your ankle where your feet were resting in his lap, smiling softly when you shrugged and avoided making eye contact with him as you turned back to your well worn copy of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ even as he pulled your foot up towards his face and sucked on your calf until you gave him a grudging smile.

He had expected you to be a little unhappy about suddenly being uprooted from your life to go back to the states with him, but that tantrum you threw in the towncar had been something else. Of course, that had meant he got to spread you over his lap and alternate between spanking your pussy and giving it soft pets while he assured you you’d be able to go back to Paris whenever you wanted, but that he wasn’t gonna do long distance and he needed to have your sweet, tight little gash available at all times.

Even though he had made you come four times in the car and had to carry you onto the jet, you were still giving him petulant little pouts and whines. Not that he minded, since every time you did he got to press his lips to a new spot on your skin and call you pretty until you relaxed and let out a giggle and he’d never get enough of seeing you smile.

“Did you want a Glenlivet, Mr. Hansen?”

If only this fucking stewardess would leave him alone. Lloyd had a rule about flying with one of these sluts anymore once his cock had been inside him, but this had been a last minute flight and apparently the only bitch Jeanette could line up was this one who’d spent his last flight to Switzerland drooling all over his dick. And the way she kept smiling at him and trailing her fingers over his arm made it blatantly obvious that she was trying to make it happen again, even while he was nibbling on your calf and rubbing your foot as gazed under your skirt and tried to shrug off her touch.

“‘M fine, thanks.” Lloyd’s eyes moved back to your face and he cocked his head when he saw the blank stare you were giving the woman as her hand lingered on his shoulder for a beat before pulling away. “Do you want anything, ma pie?”

“An apple would be great.” Your voice was flat and emotionless as you kept looking at her, scooting closer to Lloyd and reaching out to run your fingers through his hair and watching her closely when she moved to the galley. “Did you fuck her, Lloyd?”

“Aww, coquine.” Lloyd gave you a wicked smirk as he placed your foot back in his lap and dragged his fingers up to squeeze your thigh. “Are you jealous, ma chatte? That was before I met you, chérie.”

“Mmhm.” You marked your place in your book and set it aside, keeping that same odd look on your face as you climbed into his lap and nuzzled at his cheek. “She sure seems to think it should happen again.”

“Non, ma coquette.” He hissed when you nipped at his jaw and dipped a hand between the two of you to softly stroke his cock over his slacks, your other hand yanking his head back by his hair so you could sink your teeth into his neck. “Fuck, like I’d need some stupid bitch now that I have you.”

“I’m yours, mon loup?” You kept petting his cock slowly as you bit along the curve of his jaw, purring when he groaned and nodded for you. “Good, I’m just yours, Lloyd. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch me when I’m with you, I don't do this shit halfway. And if I’m yours, that means you're mine too. Thank you, could I get a knife to slice this up?” You smiled at the stewardess when she handed you the apple, tapping your fingers against Lloyd’s shoulder as you rolled the fruit through your other palm and nibbled on his collarbone while he grumbled at the loss of your touch on his cock. “You’re a doll. And guess what, Lloyd? I don’t fucking share.”

Lloyd muttered a shocked curse when you straightened up and slashed the knife across the dumb bitch’s face even as you kept squeezing his hips with your thighs, growling appreciatively when she shrieked and crumbled to the floor with her hand pressed to her cheek. You watched her flail around with a sneer before settling yourself back in his lap, starting to slice the apple with the bloodied knife and taking a bite as you turned your face back to his with a sly smile.

“Hey, slut? Shut the fuck up, you’ll be fine.” You grinned when Lloyd kicked her when she didn’t listen to you, placing a slice of apple between his lips and rolling your hips over his as you set the fruit aside and slid your hands over his chest. “I’m possessive too, Lloyd. Once something is mine, it’s only mine. And if someone touches what’s mine, or tries to take it from me, I go fucking crazy.”

“Shit, you are full of surprises, coquine.” Lloyd groaned when you dragged the tip of the knife down his throat then sliced his shirt open, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing when you drove the blade into the seat cushion just inches away from his head. “I’m all yours, ma nénette. Don’t want any of these dumb whores, you’re so goddamn perfect. You gonna cut every skank who puts her hands on me, mamours?”

“At least. She’s lucky I didn’t have a gun or I would’ve shot her in the tit.” You rolled your eyes when she sobbed and whimpered as she crawled away from the two of you, slipping your tongue between Lloyd’s lips and tangling it with his before starting to suck and bite your way down his torso. “So we’re gonna wear each other’s marks all the time, and smell like each other, and beat the shit out of any person stupid enough to touch either of us.”

“That’s fucking right, Christ.” He practically whined when you tore his slacks open and yanked them down just enough for his cock to spring free, cupping your cheek affectionately when you purred as you rubbed your lips all over his dick until your lipstick was smeared all over your face. “Ma bonne jolie femme, take what’s yours, gorgeous.”

“All fucking mine.” You hummed happily when you dragged your tongue over his slit and finally tasted him, letting his precum stain your lips as you pressed kisses all over his spongy head. “Now fuck my throat like you own it, mon grand homme. I need everyone to know who I belong to.”

“Oh, you really are perfect, fuck.” Lloyd growled when you wrapped your lips around him and swallowed him to the root, gathering your hair in his fist and driving his hips into your face while you made the most beautiful gagging noises he’d ever heard. “Mine.”

You could only whimper your agreement as he kept viciously fucking your face, your eyes rolling back in your head when he shoved his foot against your cunt when he saw the way you were squeezing your thighs together. The feeling of your throat constricting around him was making him fucking feral, especially when he felt your drool dripping down his balls when you moaned as you started to hump his shoe. His gaze was fixed on yours as he drove his hips up into your mouth, the hand that wasn’t gripping your hair wrapping around your throat so he could feel it bulge every time his cock slid down your gullet. He wasn’t even worried about how obsessed he already was with you, just glad he’d found you and determined to burn himself into every fiber of your being until you knew nothing else.

Neither of you noticed when the stewardess dragged herself to the galley and shut the door, your pussy throbbing as you continued to grind your clit into Lloyd’s boot and you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your fingers dug into his thighs when you felt his cock starting to twitch, a thick mixture of precum and drool bubbling from the corners of your mouth while Lloyd’s pelvis punched into your face violently and your jaw started to ache from having to accommodate his fat dick.

“Ah, none of that, sunshine.” Lloyd chuckled when your eyes rolled back in your head when you came with a shiver, pulling his cock out of your mouth and slapping each of your cheeks until you sucked in a deep breath then shoving his balls between your lips with a demeaning coo. “Ma petite pute, you were so confident and bossy and all it took was a minute of my cock it your mouth to turn into my sweet, dumb little kitten again. You like when I just use you, coquinette? You want me to keep you stupid and pretty by ruining you all the time so you always remember who you belong to now?”

“Mmhm.” You couldn’t even nod as you kept sucking greedily on his sack, your eyes fluttering with bliss while me smacked his messy cock all over your face as he held you up by your hair. His gaze somehow grew even darker when you choked and spluttered, tapping the toe of his boot against your lace covered clit as he watched a drop of precum trail down your ruined cheek and started furiously stroking his dick.

“God… fuck, pet, you’re so fucking pretty like this.” He growled while he leaned closer to you, driving his boot into your cunt and making you sob around his balls when you came violently without warning, still managing to suckle on his balls even as you sagged in his grip and looked at him with glassy eyes. “As soon as we land I’m taking you to Tiffany’s and buying you something extra sparkly. Just wanna keep you covered in cum and jewels all the damn time.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt his cock throb against your face before he was shooting his cum all over your cheeks, moaning and licking your lips when he pulled his balls from your mouth with a lewd pop. He dragged you into his lap once he was finished, purring as he started licking the mess off your face while you panted and wriggled as his hands gripped your curves possessively. When he tapped his fingers against your cheek you opened up immediately, whimpering when he spat the mixture of his cum and your drool into the back of your throat then slammed your jaw shut so you could swallow for him.

“Mmm, Tiffany’s?” You tucked your head into his shoulder and trailed your fingers over his bare chest, sighing when he nuzzled at your temple as his hand rested on your hip and gave you a soft squeeze. “Baby, you give me diamonds and I’ll let you fuck me in the ass whenever you want.”

“Filthy girl.” Lloyd chuckled when you started sucking on his neck, looking down and admiring the marks you’d left on his skin before sliding a hand between your legs to play with the mess you’d made of your panties. “You slash some stupid cunt in front of me and you’ll get all the diamonds you want. Now get down there and clean up the mess you made of my boot while I fuck that pretty pussy with my hand.”

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