#so the daddy issues are fixed now i guess

[bittersqxtch]

father handed me the responsibility of editing his electrical blueprints while he was gone today. looks like I'll be taking over as breadwinner of the family soon folks 😌

#it was the simplest of tasks #my bain wouldnt brain #i think i caused more problems than i did help #BUT i got praised #so the daddy issues are fixed now i guess #im lying #one pat on the shoulder fixes nothing #but it was fun while it lasted

[forsworned]

IT'S (NOT) JUST SEX ft. SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Warning(s): Sexual Content, AFAB!reader, (Sorta) Daddy Issues, Half&Half Proofread idk

Author's note: Guess I'm drowning in Simon right now, I just have so many ideas for him and honestly this is not original but fuck it I think it's cute mwah

"It's just sex."

But he's literally paying attention to every staccato of your moans, as he angles his hips perfectly to hit your sweet spot every fucking time. The way you arch your back, and your whimpers are elongating with every stroke, adding just the right amount of pressure to have you cumming all over his dick. And he doesn't even care if he's finishing anymore, as long as you're getting yours he's more than satisfied enough. And he's definitely not flipping you over on your back every time without fail just to see your pretty "o" face.

"It's just sex."

But he's waking up before you with your coffee exactly the way you like it, down to the milk preference, brand and roast. Your eggs perfectly fried, and a tender kiss to your temple asking you,

"How'd ya sleep, love?"

"It's just sex."

But he's always fixing your hair when it's out of place, the collar of your shirt when it's tucked in incorrectly and making sure he's holding your hand when you're crossing the street together.

"It's just sex."

But he's talking you down over the phone when you get into a catastrophic argument with your dad and moments later he's showing up at your door with your favorite snacks and beverages. His arms are enveloping you in the most snug bear hug, kissing your temple and rubbing your back while you cry it out. And then you're watching reruns of your favorite tv show and until you're passed out in his arms.

"It's just sex."

But he's letting you in. You're seeing all the sides of him that he never shows to anyone else. The scars under his mask, the way his lips curve up into a smile when you're doing you're little dance to oldies on the radio, and the genuine, hearty chuckle that effortlessly escapes his now loosened sternum.

"It's just sex."

But then you're under the steamy water coming out of his showerhead, as he sings in his off-key baritone while he suds up his loofa to clean you up after he fucked your brains out on his loveseat. Memorizing every mole, stretchmark, and crease in your skin as he's exfoliating your pretty skin.

But,

It's not just sex.

Because he's sitting there on the sofa, wondering how the fuck he ended up with the prettiest, vintage engagement ring you pointed out when you two were antiquing (antiquing? he doesn't bloody go antiquing) between his stout, scarred fingers, glittering in the moonlight and all.

"Si?"

He turns from the ring to the most stunning woman that's ever graced his miserable presence, leaning against the doorframe with his shirt hanging loosely over her thighs, hair disheveled in the cutest way humanly possible. Her playful smile etching into her dulcet features as she sucks in her bottom lip. Oh yeah, she's a fuckin' stunner.

"Are you coming back to bed?"

His eyes visibly softening as he drinks you in.

"Ya, dovie, I'll be right there." He murmurs, licking his dry lips, and you're already padding back to his room, making sure you sway your hips provocatively. That causes his lips to kick up into a genuine smile and a chuckle to escape his chest. And then he's up, carefully putting away the precious metal in a false bottom drawer under the utensils, and then he's jovially treading back to you. Face first into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, natural musk. He could bathe in this shit.

Fingers carding through his hair and he's oblivious to the knowing smirk on your sly face. That fucker thinks he's so slick.

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[zvdvdlvr]

Why’d You Have to Wait?

🔥 - synopsis. You get kidnapped on a case. Aaron’s coping mechanism? Self isolation. But when you’re recovering, Aaron wonders if staying away from you is the right thing to do. Jack convinces him anyway. Are things too far gone for Aaron to fix?

🔥 - warnings. Non descriptive torture. Scars. Burns. Very vaguely described mental issues. Slow burn. Friends ro enemies to lovers? Sad hotch. Angst. No happy ending.

🔥 - author’s note. Doing a part two. Hopefully this doesnt flop :)

Aaron had dreams about it now. They were so vivid- lifelike and real. Every time he had them he woke up in a cold sweat, heaving in the bathroom as tears dripped slowly down his face.

He hadn’t gone to the hospital to see you. In fact, Aaron hadn’t seen you since the day you almost died. He rode in the ambulance, but tore himself away from the hospital as he watched the doctors wheel you into the operating room. Your blood had stained his hands, face, and arms for days. Every time the white spots danced in his vision after emptying the contents of his stomach, he swears he can still see the glossy red liquid drip off his fingers.

You were well like. Not only by the team but by Strauss. She had given the team the time off to help y/n recover: sit in her room after another surgery, cheer for her during physical therapy.

Jack loved having time to see his dad after school, but he knew something was wrong after consistently hearing him pad to the kitchen during the middle of the night.

Tonight was no different.

Jack sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He blinked owlishly around the room and stood up. The little Hotchner slowly followed the light to the kitchen and saw his daddy lean over the sink. “Daddy?”

Aaron turned his head and tried to smile at Jack. Aaron knew he probably looked a mess. “Hey buddy. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Before Aaron could set down set down his water cup, Jack crawled up the seat and watched his dad over the counter. “What’s wrong, daddy?”

“I just can’t sleep,” Aaron shrugged, facing Jack with his arms crossed. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”

Jack looked at Aaron as if he had grown two heads. “You get up in the night a lot, daddy. And your eyes are red. You cough a lot too.“

Hotch wanted to laugh. Of course Jack knew something was wrong- he always knew. “Yeah. You’re right, kiddo.”

“You yell when you sleep sometimes too. What happened to y/n, daddy? She doesn’t come see me anymore.”

Aaron shuddered as he inhaled. Smart boy. “She got really hurt, buddy. It’s bad. I guess I just… get scared thinking about her getting hurt,” Aaron admits, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest.

Jack nodded. “Can we go see her?”

“I- I don’t think we should. She’s still getting better.”

Jack furrowd his eyebrows and tilted his head. “But I miss her.”

“I do t- I bet she misses you, too, Jack, but I don’t know how she’s doing. She might still-“

Jack sighed. “But daddy, she’d be so happy to see me!”

Aaron sighed. As much as he selfishly wanted to see you, he couldn’t. He’d do something he wasn’t proud of- embarrass himself, ruin his reputation of being a mentally and emotionally tough boss, ruin your friendship… No. Aaron couldn’t go by himself, but Jack could go with him. Why hadn’t Aaron thought of it before?

“Okay,” Aaron relented. A smile tugged at his lips when Jack’s face lit up. He scrambled off his chair and collided into Aaron’s legs and squeezed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, daddy? Aunt Jess always stays with me when I have a nightmare.”

Aaron bent down and picked Jack up and nodded. “Yeah, buddy. Let me brush my teeth again.”

Jack wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and squeezed, as big of a hug his little body could give.

— 🔥

The days were all a blur for you. Now that you were all fucked up, nothing felt right anymore. Second defree burns crawled up the calf of your left leg. Small cuts littered your entire body, scarring and twisting your skin. The worst part was the long, twisting scar that started on your cheek about two inches away from your ear and pulled down to your collarbone.

The unsub, Barney MacMillian, was a sadist. A stupid fucking sadist. He thought he was punishing you for hunting him when he kidnapped and tortured you.

You know the team tried- they really really did try- to cheer you up, to get you back. But the fact that you now considered yourself a monster and how you started to believe the things MacMillian had whispered in your ear as he tore you apart, layer by layer.

Derek genuinely thought your scar was badass, but learned not to bring it up. Penelope just kept rehashing everything- something you had eventually told her to atop doing. Prentiss was cautious, testing the waters. But she eventually got back into a rhythm with you as your best friend. JJ didn’t do anything wrong, she was just really nice- too nice? Spencer was… himself. And you couldn’t thank him enough for just staying him, recitinf facts about burns and scars, knives and blood loss. It was morbid, sure, but you were always close with him and the way his brain worked.

Rossi was the one that kept you together through it all, though. He had conversations with you, long past visiting hours. He talked with you about anything and everything and somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear or talk about. But he kept making excuses for Aaron.

Aaron. The romantic feelings you kept trying to flush away turned into hurt every time Rossi’s eyes flickered away from yours when you asked about him. But you knew now. He didn’t care. He never would. That’s why he didn’t show. It’s the only plausible explanation of why he wouldn’t show up, shoot you a text, something.

So you turned your hurt into anger and stopped asking, ignoring the way your heart would drop to your stomach and how the acid in your stomach churned eveey time you heard his name.

You already had your resignation documenta stored neatly in a magazine in the second table in the nightstand to your right. You were done with it all.

— 🔥

That’s why you felt tears prick in your eyes when you saw Jack Hotchner leap into the room. His little eyes scoured your face, eyes dragging down the healing skin on your face. You heard Aaron’s footfalls stop short at the door. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Jack, waiting for him to start crying and ask to leave.

But he didn’t. He just smiled and leapt into your arms, completely unaware of the physical pain in your leg and body. He just wrapped his arms and legs around you.

You sat still, eyes looking at Rossi, who smiled at you. You hadn’t yet looked at Aaron and didn’t even want to. Carefully you wrapped your arms around Jack’s back, ignoring how fast the tears left your eyes.

Jack pulled back and looked at you with a smile that faded the second he saw your tears. In all of your time (almost 10 years) at the BAU, Jack had only seen you cry once. And that was during a movie. 

“I thought coming to see you what make you happy,” he sad, voice sad. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled at him, sniffling pitifully. “I’m not sad, little J. I am really happy to see you,” you said. You hoped Aaron would hear the sharp undertone in your voice. Judging by Rossi’s huff of a laugh, he did.

“Oh! Well, I brought you stuff. I know you like the Black Widow because she’s really cool, so I brought you a coloring book,” Jack explained as he brandished his backpack full of stuff. You listensed intently, only looking up when Rossi got your attention and nodded to the door to signal him leaving.

Jack kept talking and you were overjoyed to listen. He was a pleasent little man, making your time more enjoyable. He opened up the coloring book he bought and started coloring after giving you a Beanie Baby he had that you mentioned you liked. He also got you a necklace- that Aaron no doubt spent a pretty penny for- that had your birthstone set in it. Jack watched you carefully as you opened it, and he put it on with his chubby fingers. You didn’t tell him that you would have to take it off soon after he left so it didn’t kill you when you slept. Hospital policy or something.

Soon after you finished your own coloring page featuring the Black Widow and Tony Stark making a hero landing, Jack turned on the T.V. and fell asleep.

“Hey,” Aaron said finally.

You nodded. “Hi boss.”

Aaron bit his lip. You stared forward, hand threading through Jack’s hair. Aaron felt his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know how you were gonna react when he came by, but he didn’t expect this- this silent treatment. He didn’t really blame you though. He wanted more than anything to make it up to you, to get you smiling again, but he knew the distance was probably better. For him at least.

“Y/n-“ Aaron started.”

You cut him off with. “Jack’s asleep, sir. It would be best not to wake him.”

Sir. You only called him sir if you were mad. Aaron swallowed. He knew he fucked up. Would he ever be able to fix his mistake, bring the old you back? He pondered the questions as he leaned back in his chair and watched the television show Jack chose before he fell asleep.

— 🔥

“Y/n is getting sent home today,” David’s voice crackled through the phone. “We wanted to take her out to dinner, something nice. Are you coming?”

Aaron sat at the kitchen table, checking over Jack’s homework. Jack himself was sitting a couple feet away on the couch. “Probably not. I have Jack.” 

Rossi scoffed on the other line. “She loves Jack and he loves her. Bring him with you.”

“I don’t know,” Aaron sighed. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. “Dave, she hates me.”

Silence. Rossi exhaled and shook his head. “She doesn’t hate you, but you’re giving her a lot of reasons to. Clean yourself up and meet us all at the address Garcia’ll send you. 6:00. Be there, Aaron. If not for her…” he trailed off, considering his next words carefully. “Then for Jack.”

— 🔥

David convinced you all to wait until ordering.

But when 6:45 rolled around and Aaron didn’t show, you just clenched your jaw and ordered a neat whiskey.

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[darkbluekies]

I just read Jerry and Hedwig reacting to us bleeding on the sheets what about the guys👀 specifically silas (cause my daddy issues run wild for him)😩

Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund drabbles: bleeding through at a "sleepover" (or in their house)

The girls reaction male!yanderes (mob boss, doctor & king) x fem!reader Warnings?: sexual indication, disgusted by blood, yandere

Silas:

You're on a mission with him, staying in a house belonging to the second in command. Being the boss’s little darling has its benefits — especially in these situations. If you hadn't been his, chances are that you would get killed for ruining someone's sheets.

"Silas", you whisper while shaking him carefully. "Please, wake up. Oh, God, please wake up ..."

He grunts and opens his dark eyes, looking around confusedly before fixating his eyes on you. He freezes.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks raspily and grabs your arm.

"I bled through ...", you whisper weakly, body full pf panic. "I didn't know, I wasn't supposed to start now!"

Silas removes the cover to look at the stain. He doesn't say anything as he removes them all before picking up his phone to call one of his most trustworthy men.

"Don't worry about it, baby", he says tiredly. "I'll fix this."

"Will your second in command get mad?" you ask hesitantly.

"He won't. He knows better." Silas holds the phone to his ear. "I need you to bring me new sheets and to send someone to buy whatever Y/N tells you to get. Here Y/N."

He gives you the phone. You tell the man on the other side what you need. He replies politely, knowing better than to talk informally to you. Silas stands by, watching carefully and rubbing your back.

As soon as you get what you need, you get out of your bottom clothes and change. Silas sits down in bed with you in his lap. He brings his legs up to trap you in his embrace. His rough hands sneak under your shirt to massage your aching stomach.

"You know ...", he whispers in your ear, hand traveling lower. "Exercise helps with cramps ... I know something that is a great form of exercise. Want me to show you?"

You grab his hand, moving it back to your stomach.

"Come on", he smirks against your jaw. "You'd like it."

"I'll kick your nuts if you continue talking", you warn him.

Silas chuckles and pulls the blankets higher, kissing your forehead.

"Women and their temperament", he grins and softens his face. "Guess I have to wait then. Why don't you try going to sleep, little thing? It's late."

"Are you sure your second in command won't be mad?" you ask carefully.

"If he even dares to snarl at you, I'll stain his sheets with his blood instead." Silas kisses your lips with a reassuring smile. "You have nothing to be worried about, little thing, I've always got your back."

Dr Kry:

He has installed a baby monitor, just a week prior, to being able to supervise you 24/7. He wakes up by hearing shuffling from the machine and takes a look to see you grabbing all of your sheets in your arms. Dr Kry frowns. Are you going to sleep on the floor again? You have such weird ideas to entertain yourself. But the look of sheer guilt and horror paints your face, knocking those thoughts out of his head. Dr Kry hurries to grab his silk robe and hurry up to your room.

You're currently washing them in the bathtub. You freeze when you hear him unlock the door and enter the room.

"Where are you?" he asks.

"Here", you reply quietly, watching how he enters the bathroom.

Dr Kry crouches down beside you on the floor, putting his hand on your shoulder. He glances between the sheets and your face.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I-I bled through", you say. "I'm so sorry, doctor, I will fix it-"

"No, you're not." Dr Kry grabs your arm and pulls you up in your feet. "I'll fix it. You're not well, you shouldn't do this."

You feel bad. Dr Kry works long shifts and during his only rest, you've forced him up to clean up the mess you've caused.

"Y/N, it's fine", the doctor reassures you and walks over to give you a short hug. "Things like this happens. You should look at it from another angle — you can be pregnant. You're fertile. Alright? That's a good thing. A very good thing."

He's secretly glad that his poisoning hasn't affected your reproduction organs. You need them. He wants you to have them. Dr Kry wants nothing more than to have children with you.

"Let's stop crying and realize that this isn't a big thing, okay?" he says and wipes your tears. "You don't have to be ashamed. I've watched much, much worse things."

"Like what?" you ask quietly.

Dr Kry smiles teasingly. "I've seen people spill urine samples on themselves, have had people using the rear temperature stick for a patients mouth, and whatnot. This is nothing. It's natural, nothing to be ashamed of."

You try not to smile. "Did someone really use the wrong temperature stick?"

Dr Kry grins and nods, happy to see you a bit calmer.

"Let's get you some painkillers now so you can go rest", he says and puts his hand on your back to guide you. "I'll change the sheets, and you can just sit by, okay? Everything you need is in the bathroom."

He sits with you until the cramps stop, and decide to stay in the room with you while you sleep, just in case you would wake up again. He smiles slightly for himself. The poisioned air hasn't ruined your chances of ferility, he couldn't be more greateful.

King Edmund

You're terrified of telling him. Edmund is the type to believe that you can hold it in. With absolutely zero knowledge about females, risk is that he will get mad at you for ruining his expensive sheets instead of understanding. You know that he buys them from special places. One of a kind.

Edmund has never been taught how women work, it has been taboo and unnecessary for him, as a king, to learn. The only thing he knows is that a woman bleeds once a month, and that is it. Nothing more. He doesn't know how it works or why it happens.

But you can't stop the maid from telling him. He comes walking from his office with a deep frown on his face. You're dead. Before sending the maids out, he walks over to the bed and inspects the damage. When the girls are gone and the door is closed, he turns to you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"I thought that you would get mad", you admit quietly. "It's your expensive sheets ..."

"And you think that it'll help the situation by sending one of the maids to tell me, instead of telling me yourself?"

"I didn't send her. I didn't want you to know ... at all."

"Why?"

"I told you ... I was scared that you'd get mad. You'd have told me to keep it in."

He groans, hiding his face in his hands. "For fucks sake, Y/N!" He removes his hands. "Why in the living Hell would I care more about about a pair of sheets rather than my own wife?"

You don't answer. Edmund walks over and grabs your shoulders before pulling you into a hug.

"You underestimate me, my jewel", he mutters and kisses your temple. "Now, go take a bath."

He tells a maid to fill the tub with scalding hot water to soothe your cramps and tells another maid to change the sheets.

"Burn the sheets and the night gown", he tells the maid. "I don't want anyone unworthy to see my queen's blood, got it?"

And the maid nods quickly before running off.

While you sit in the steaming tub, Edmund sits on the floor beside it, keeping you company. He should be doing work, but instead he's here, with you.

"I'm sorry about your sheets", you sigh and lean against the tub. "I know that they're expensive."

"Shut up about those fucking sheets now", Edmund groans and caresses your cheek. "I have enough to buy a hundred more sheets. I could buy the entire world, if I wanted to. A few sheets are nothing for me."

He leans over to kiss your wet forehead.

"Are you disgusted?" you ask carefully.

"A bit ... but not as much as I thought I'd be", Edmund replies with a grimace. "I'm more concerned about you, to be honest. Seeing you bleed, in any way, makes my heart sink in a disgusting way. I'm just angry I don't have anyone to blame for your pain."

You try to joke. "Blame my parents for making me a girl."

But he looks deadly serious. "No, never. They made you ... my wife and queen. I could never blame them for giving you this pain." He sighs and taking your hand. "If there is anything i can do to take the pain away, tell me. Teach me."

"Well, you actually had this right, the warm water. It helps."

"Anything else?"

"Sugar. Just for the hormones."

Edmund nods, thinking. He shouts for a maid to tell the kitchen staff to make cakes. He then turns back to you and smiles proudly. Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought?

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[greg-montgomery]

hi hi!! can i maybe request a rly cute and fluffy one shot of aaron just comforting and taking care of the reader 🥹

like maybe there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night and reader subconsciously just runs to hotch’s room and he comforts her udhaidbsjanxb

also maybe a cute lil age gap to feed my daddy issues pls pls pls

ANYWAYS ILYSM NEVER STOP WRITING, I LIVE FOR UR STORIES BB

hiiii!!! <3333 thank you for the cute request and your sweet words!!!!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Nothing would ever beat sleeping in your own bed. Nothing could beat the comfort that the fresh scent of your sheets brought you, or the little light you always left on the entire night since you were a child.

Being away for a case meant you had to learn to sleep without those comforts. And you were really good at it; but the thing you could not get yourself to adjust to, were the unfamiliar sounds of a new place. Sometimes it was the sound of a passing car, and others some annoyingly loud neighbor.

That night it was the sound of a thunderstorm. And the hotel you and the team were staying at was definitely not soundproof enough to let you sleep in peace.  

You had been tossing and turning for more than an hour, unable to calm your heart down. It wasn’t just the thunders that scared you; the rain was pouring like crazy and the wind was almost whistling. Suddenly you felt like a little kid again, afraid that the walls weren’t thick enough to protect you from the strength of that storm.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and gave trying to fall asleep one last shot. But at the sound of another thunder, the face of a certain man appeared on your mind.

Hotch.

The truth was when you thought of “safe”, you thought of him: your boss who always had all the answers. Maybe it was his older age or his intimidating appearance but he made you feel like no matter what the problem was, he would fix it. Hotch always made it better.

Without thinking about it twice, you got out of bed and ran to his room. Well, you didn’t have to run much anyway, since his room was right across from yours. He’s definitely awake, you thought; always staying up most of the night to work on the case while everyone else rested.

That was why you were surprised to see Hotch wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants answering his knocking door. But the thing that made you the biggest impression was his disheveled appearance. Sleepy Hotch was the cutest thing you had ever laid eyes on.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Hotch,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep. I’m gonna go back to my room.”

You made a move to turn around but Aaron was faster and grabbed your elbow, gently pulling you into his room.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said closing the door once you were both inside.

“I was scared,” you admitted. Seeing him raising his eyebrow in question you continued. “Of the storm...”

You were relieved to see a little smirk on his face. You guessed he was relieved too after finding out that the thing that scared you wasn’t something actually dangerous.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“It’s okay.” As tough as Hotch looked, he was the most gentle man you had ever got to know. “You can always come to me about anything.”

And you had the audacity to wonder why he was your safe place?

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed and patted at the spot right next to him, signaling you to take a seat; so you did. You were close enough that you could smell his after shave. It made you dizzy.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked.

 “No. And I’m tired.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should just pull an all nighter.”

“Nonsense.”

“But-”

“What if you sleep in my room? Will you still be scared if I’m right here?”

Your stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” you asked.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” he said, and offered you his pinky finger to cross yours with.

You did it with a huge grin. "Deal."

“Come on now,” he said playfully while getting under the covers. Without any hesitation, you did the same, finding your place at the other side of his bed.

It was almost perfect; almost, because his arms weren’t around you, but instead were resting on his stomach.

“Hotch?”

“Hm?”

“Does the offer come with cuddles too?”

“You wanna cuddle with your boss, honey?” he smirked, and reached out his arm so you could curl up in his embrace.

“Yes, please,” you said, and the two of you ended up in each other’s arms. Being around Aaron had always felt safe, but being in his arms? That was a whole new level of safety and comfort.

“Good night, Hotch.”

And just like that the sound of his beating heart made it hard to focus on the rain hitting on his window.

His lips on your forehead and the words “Good night, sweetheart,” were the things that finally lulled you to sleep.

#WAR IS OVER LMFAO I WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN #i missed you and i missed hotch </3 #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch 🪐 #ask

[chaosandmarigolds]

you can skip this all u want but

I wanna know abt readers ex ngl

why does Ollie have attachment issues?

you seem like you could do soft angst, 👻

(I audibly giggled like a maniac when I opened this, because angst has my heart. it has my HEART- only when it ends in fluff tho, otherwise someone might as well just shove me in a ditch it feels the same- ahem, sorry, got sidetracked)

Let’s do a lil flashback and backstory to this whole…debacle shall we?

May 20th

“Annnn then we got get- got get, noo-no! Ister Riley no,” Ollie grumbles as he reaches over the block castle he had spent the last twenty minutes building to grab the toy Simon was holding- a tyrannosaurus, or as Ollie called him- The Superman. The little boy fixes the doll cape attached to the toy and then holds it back out, “Otay, is fix.”

Simon nods, “Good good, he needs to have his-his-“

“The cape gives him powers.”

“Oh!” Simon agrees and looks at the worn out toy, the cape like it would be found on an actual Superman toy but put on a dinosaur. He only looks back to Ollie as the boy goes on about grabbing the rest of the toys he thought they should have.

“Yeah, that what my daddy tell me. That-that my superhero cape make me have superpowers.” A short silence and he sets the toy fire truck down along with a tow truck, “It no give me power, but it does for Bo though.”

(Bo, the name of the T-Rex.)

Simon looks at the boy, watching his demeanor change and he holds how the toy, “‘ell your dad was right, Bo does have some super cool powers.”

To that Ollie takes the toy and then shrugs, “I guess. But my dad- he-he lies and you say lying is not good.”

“Ladd I’m sure your dad didn’t lie,” Simon returned, it was just a toy, and he couldn’t see the harm in letting a three year old believe in superpowers for his plastic T-Rex.

Ollie shakes his head, “But he do! He said he come back for-for my birthday and no come, he didn’t-he lie.”

“Oi, Olls, ‘m sure your dad wanted to come, he just couldn’t-

“My mom doesn’t like him anymore, I heard her talk to my Auntie Beth and she said my dad is lair and mean- so that mean he not good.”

Simon, upon a lot of other things, realized that little kids really did share anything that came to their mind. and that he should definitely do some more research.

July 2nd

“It is-“ you laugh out a sigh as you stumble into the entrance of Simon’s house, having left your umbrella outside, “Raining cats and dogs out there!”

Almost as it had fallen into some odd and domestic pattern, he helped you take off the coat and hang it off without much speaking and you then look to him as you take off your boots, “Thank you for watching him later, I didn’t know I would be working a double and it-“

“No problem, darling. Lil’ guy was out by seven.” He cut you off and hung up the coat beside Ollie’s on the rack, which hung beside his own, “You go’ dinner al’eady?”

You hum and stand back up, “Are you offering?”

“Aren’t I always?”

Dinner was a delicacy of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and oven cooked fries, matched with a hearty portion of sprite. And about an hour of what you would consider you yapping about your crappy day, and what he would consider it favorite part of the day- you finally faltered, leaning on the dinner table with a dull and lifeless laugh.

“I feel like…I owe you, god, I owe you my life or something.”

He furrows his eyebrows to that, “No’ why? ‘M no doing anything special.”

You give him a look, “Free babysitting for one. Not to mention the rides, you-you pay for him to go to soccer, and you go to the games and you buy him clothes and you love him and you care for him and-“ you cut yourself off and look up to stop the tears- which were threatening to flow, shaking your head, “I’m sorry. I’m…it’s just- no, it’s just been a day.”

Now, Simon was many things, a merciless killer and a solider was one of them but he always knew how to read body language. What really gave it away was how you messed with your ring finger, as if you were twisting a nonexistent ring, “What’s today?”

A glance up to him and you give a dull laugh, almost mocking yourself with your words, “I got married five years ago today. Wore the pretty dress and said ‘I do’ to a man that was a piece of shit but damn….i loved him. I did. I loved him so- and I’m, god, Simon you gotta tell me to shut up sometimes.”

He looks at you, and he knew you couldn’t read him, but there was sadness etched in his expression, “I never want you to shut up, luv.”

( That’s all the backstory you get for right now! Aka, I am doing this on my phone and my thumbs hurt…and all I’ve thought of rn- comments, feedback, and your ideas make my day!! Annnnyway that’s it! <33)

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Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝟒𝟐! 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ SO SO SORRY for the late chapter! I was going through a lot these past weeks, and I was drained as hell, but I think I’m a little fine now.

Tag list ೃ⁀➷ @sakura-onesan @coffeeandtealol @luvjunie @noetophat @proudgojofucker @depresssedcowboy @adorefavv @l0starl @your-girl-mj @nyumeii @iheartamajiki @yoluv-tiannaaa--212 @bakauwu

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Summary ೃ⁀➷ You discover the gruesome extent of your powers. You open up to Miles once more— and Montrell makes a devious introduction. Inside your household, another catastrophe unfolds.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ This chapter consists of harassment and gruesome display [The reader is Venom], if you want to skip past it, scroll until you see a purple line. Reader discretion is advised.

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“.. Never call me again.”

Beep.

… No, the proposal wasn't approved.

Your father called it a weird choice of an investment, and after hearing that you seriously wanted to buy the store, he hung up on you without the need of another explanation. So you stood by the gasoline stand, outside of the local bodega, with a blank phone in between your fingers, not a single connection to be found.

"Shit, I am so fucked." You sighed, pulling a palm across your face. "I am never going to financially recover from this, ever."

"You're a conglomerate heiress, you’ve got all the money in the world.”

"Strictly in name," You corrected of the symbiote. "As much as I am inheriting a lot of the money, I am not going to control over anything since that is Montrell's right, and my grandfather and father's will."

With that, you press your head against the flat of the glass door, a long and tiresome sigh dragging out your throat. ".. If only I were a boy."

"You're living in modern society, your father can't possibly be that old fashioned."

"Well, he isn't." You mumbled. "The only difference is that Wilson Fisk had a son, not a daughter. If I were a boy, or rather, if Wilson Fisk had a daughter— it would've been Antonne's problem, both mine."

"Then.. Do you think running away can fix all this?" Emerging from the bones of your back, a black matter materialized beside you with its white, dead gaze and spiky grin gleaming from the light of the street lamps. Though it unsettled you, nothing topped the hard glares that came from your parents. "As cunning as you are, when the people get angry, they won't leave you alone."

That was a well-made point— you weren’t free from the sins of your family. You indulged yourself in the wealth they stole from poor, and you chose to blind yourself from the truth. It doesn’t matter how much you try to make up for all the lives lost and all the money stolen now, it’s all too late.

But there was something about trying.

"They can find me in Amsterdam, I guess." You looked at the glass windows, pulling out your lipgloss from the pockets of your jeans and swiping it across the plump of your brim. "Once I leave this place, I'm never coming back."

"Then what about Miles?“

As you placed the gloss down, the alien's question made you think.

What about Miles?

Fooling him, lying to him, with the highest risk knowing he'd one day learn all about your secrets, you still managed to question: What about Miles?

How far would you go for your own survival?

You exchanged glances with the sight of New York. Without Miles, and being there all alone, made you notice the ultraviolet themes puckering out from the crevices of the darkness, a sort of dystopian hue of green-blue and pink-purple lying beneath the wicked façades of tall buildings and withering carcasses of what could’ve possibly housed hundreds of people.

There is no more ‘New York, New York’. It didn’t make you think of tall, slim rockettes with their shiny legs and glittery uniforms of gold and red, nor did it make you think of bussing bentleys with rich bachelors inside them, waving the fifty-star flag of blue, red, and white outside of their windows.

New York was desolate.

But Miles only made it warmer. Tolerable, you think. Through Miles, you managed to slip on a pair of rose-tinted glasses in the midst of this decaying city, and through him, you earned a sense of hope— or patriotism for a country you’d only ever really seen the worst of. You wanted to think you were capable of being compassionate for other people’s lives aside from your own, but there was only so much you could do, so much you could consider.

New York has warm places, was your conclusion.

And without Miles, New York would be a black hole.

And in a sparing state of delusion, you pondered about running away with Miles to Amsterdam. Married and settled in a home by the waterfront, where the both of you could walk to work everyday while taking in the sights of the tulips every spring. You wanted, needed to feel his hands entangle with yours every morning. For him to embrace you from behind every after frustrated sigh during every artistic block.

You were tired of being little Miss Americana. Perhaps you’d find a more loving life away from New York and in the heart of Europe.

ＳＬＡＭ.

“Hey, pretty.” A dirtied, damp palm slams against the glass before you. “What’s a girl like you doin’ out here all alone?”

The symbiote crawls right back into your skin as you processed the sudden rude disruption. Before you stood a couple of men with their yellowing teeth, grinning and laughing at your reaction. Instinctively, you tossed your head to the side out of fear of getting caught. Still, they knocked in intervals of three, knuckles pressed against the fogging wall of glass.

“You come here often? Got a man?” The man asks. “Don’t be so shy, baby. We don’t bite.”

ｏｈ、　ｂｕｔ　 Ｉ　 ｄｏ.

“Leave me alone.” You grumbled in between seething grit, refusing to look at any place other than the ground. You couldn’t count how many men there were, but they were a group of rusty late-twenty aged drunks. Something pulsed inside you, aside from a heart, it twisted like this beast-like gluttony that made your mind simmer.

Ｈ　Ｕ　Ｎ　Ｇ　Ｒ　Ｙ.

“Wow, ain’t you sassy?” They cackled, reeking like cigars and axe cologne. You turn to leave, but they easily block your way with their brick-like bodies. “Hey, hey, where’s you going? Can’t just leave me like this, baby, smile for us a lil’ bit more.” He cooed as though he were talking to a toddler. That only irked you even more, hearing the men’s devious giggles as you struggled to stride past him.

“I’ve got a boyfriend.” Was your attempt of a defense, the man only grinned. “Why don’t you call him then?”

“I will.” You choke, knowing you wouldn’t. “If you continue keeping this up.”

He lifts his hands up like a captured criminal, still amused— annoyingly. “Alright, I’ll leave you alone mami.”

Mami. It only sounds nice when Miles says it.

You swiveled your way to leave, prancing past their prying eyes.

ｓｌａｐ.

You jolted at the hit of your posterior, their cackles following right after like a mockery of your shame. Without even processing the amount of your anger and embarrassment, your hand finds itself latching onto the man’s neck without another word uttered.

The coarse flesh of his skin pricked at your pretty fingers, a growing stubble you hadn’t noticed as you were too busy ignoring him earlier. What stared right back was terror in his quivering, dark, and wrinkled gaze. It’s as though he could see his life flashing before his eyes.

Your arm was enveloped, rather, your whole body was enveloped by the wrath of what boiled inside you— dark and slimy, it growled with white eyes and spiky teeth.

You could hardly remember the flash and swiftness of how everything went off. You heard muffled screaming, and thundering footsteps— growing fainter with each passing second. The man struggled like a bird within your grasps, begging you to let him go. The thing was, he wasn’t all too knowledgable of what ‘no’ meant, and at that moment, you didn’t feel like teaching him what it meant.

You could hear it so faintly, his begs and curses tossed forcibly at you like a hurricane before silencing itself after a crack and a rip.

Suddenly, you weren’t so hungry anymore.

And along with the cracks of shattered glass, your little apparition of European folly broke too.

“.. I wonder what’s taking her so long.”

Peering from the aisles, the group searches for you in all throughout their long walk. Mostly, it had been Miles’ worries thwarting every question. Monique hummed, similarly turning her head. “Ain’t no way she’s lost. She ain’t ever been here before?”

“Ion think she’s been here before seeing as how she went straight to the exit. You sure your date didn’t just ditch you, Miles?”

Miles couldn’t reply, he was too busy dialing the hell out of your number.

“I can go check on the second floor bathroom, if ya want.” Monique suggested, earning an earnest and somewhat thankful stare from Miles. “Yeah, can you go check? M’getting worried, dios mio.” His occupied hand shifts downward, the other arm hugging both of your costumes’ bags close. He figured to pay for the both of your costumes, being the gentleman that he is.

Monique excuses herself from the group, making it her personal journey to search for little lost you.

Amadi and Voshon were the only ones next to him by the queue.

“.. You know when you first told me ‘bout how pretty she was, I didn’t expect her to be.. Like that.” Amadi chuckled, arms crossed before her chest. “To think she can afford to maintain looking like that.”

Miles raised a brow.

“You don’t see girls like that everyday.”

“Yeah, you don’t.” Miles managed to pluck out a smile. “I’m so lucky to have her, man. I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

Amadi nodded, seemingly getting gist of his excitement, until.. “Miles, I’m going to be honest with you.” She maneuvers the plastic bag into her other arm just to lean a little bit closer. “Your girl’s lookin’ like she hasn’t touched a spec of dirt her whole life— with a silver spoon in her mouth since the day she was born. And I’m worried for you, considering your whole thing with your Unc Aaron.”

Amadi, who’s completely like a sister to Miles, knew about him being the Prowler. They’ve been there for one another since they were kids, since her first coming out, since his dad’s death, and through thick and thin. Amadi, when she’d first heard about you, didn’t mind much initially. It was great for Miles to have a first love— he drowned himself too much in expectations he had for himself, when he could only do so little for the world. But the more he talked about it, the more her suspicions arose.

“Why’d she suddenly change her mind?” Was her first question. “Kissing you and then suddenly running off and then coming back to say yes.. Does your girl not know a thing ‘bout social cues or what?”

“She’s going through a lot.” He snaps back immediately. “Her family’s putting a lot of pressure on her. Ionno much ‘bout what’s going on in her home, but I ain’t judging her for being confused ‘bout her own pace. But I respect her decisions, and I ain’t going to say anything ‘til she tells me herself.”

Amadi took a step back, acknowledging that it was her mistake for speaking beyond her grasps.

“I’m just worried, Miles. Ion have a problem with her in particular— she seems sweet, kind even, but Ion want you getting hurt. No todo lo que brilla es oro.”

He cringes a bit after hearing the same words his mother would always tell him.

“No quiero hablar más de esto.”

Amadi shrugged. “Bueno, then let’s talk ‘bout something else.” She rocked forward along the line. “Who’s Tiya Rio going to be voting for?”

“She’s a hard Christine Brown.” Miles quickly replies, relieved at the sudden change of topic. “Better off than that nepo-shit, Barlowe.”

Christine Brown was a candidate for the upcoming election— an economist, hailing from the Bronx, with a mind bright enough to light up a room. Despite her popularity amongst the youth, however, the older people were less than willing to place their bets on her.

“Good for you. Papa’s goin’ full Barlowe.”

Miles snaps his head in distaste. “Que? Por que?”

“Said he couldn’t trust the any other candidates. Brown’s proposals are too good to be true, so he gotta go with whoever everyone else is going for.”

“Only thing special ‘bout Barlowe was his father’s legacy, but even then, a lot of people died all throughout his father’s bullshit doings— and don’t ever forget, Barlowe helped the Chávez’s cover up the media when the collapse happened.”

“Well, for the lot of us, that’s still a theory.” She mumbled. “Not everyone has access to sensitive information like you, Miles. A lot of us have lost hope, because either way, no matter who we vote for, we’re all going to be stuck working for the rest of our miserable lives. Papa said that maybe, Barlowe might actually do something like his father.”

With a furrowed brow, Miles snaps back. “Barlowe is riding off of his father’s achievements— man’s got nothing to his name other than his dad’s legacy.”

“Well we don’t know yet. He might be a good president.”

“Amadi, we can’t say ‘might’ when we’re voting for a great president. We need someone who will become a great president. Politics ain’t trial and error. Barlowe’s as good as a puppet for the elite.”

Realizing his heightened tone, Miles looked around to check if anyone was listening into their little talk. Amadi attempts to search for a rebuttal, but she fails miserably, leaving her only clutching onto the plastic of her costume with a gap in between her lips.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Without another second wasted, Miles picks up the phone, hoping to hear your voice. Instead, what rang was this haggard breath and a worried shrill.

“Miles, we’re at the second floor bathroom— [Y/n]’s sick, she’s been vomiting a lot. Can you get her some— some, I don’t know, water?”

And Miles bolted off.

Oh, God, you ate someone.

ＷＥＬＬ, ＴＥＣＨＮＩＣＡＬＬＹ Ｉ ＤＩＤ.

Shut up.

“Hurk!—“ And there goes the last bit of dinner, straight into a bowl. Beside you, Monique gently tugs your hair farther away from your mess. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” You incoherently babbled. “I just ate something really, really bad. I’m usually not like this, really, just— hurk!”

You are being dramatic. I was the one who ate the damn thing, not you.

Same fucking difference when you’re literally living inside of me!

“Don’t worry, babe, I called Miles. He’s going to arrive soon.” Monique cooed like a teacher informing her student that her parents were on the way.

That just makes everything so much worse!

“Thank you.”

You suddenly decided, you were feeling better. You picked your head out of the bowl, flushed everything away, and rinsed your tongue by the sink, only to realize that water tasted bad, and whatever was left inside your stomach threatened to resurge again, so instead, you stood there and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was all over the place, a bit of your mascara was running down, and your lipgloss was gone.

But hey, your highlighter didn’t budge. That’s one great brand.

I actually agree with you on that one.

From afar, you hear Miles calling out your name. Hurried and rushed. Monique heads right out.

“Hey, is she aight?” He immediately asked of her.

“Well, she’s better now. Stopped vomiting and all that.”

There was a small silence. You pondered whether to fill it in, but you were lost with hoping to hear Miles’ answer. Similarly, you were in a battle with your own wit; In a battle with the damn being inside of you. It was enough to drive you into madness— everything and everyone. You were used to going along with the pace of everyone else’s plans, but right now was like ricocheting you to the moon without as much as a warning, a suit, or a mathematical equation.

You heard a gentle swish of a bottle.

And when your gaze travels sideward, Monique appears before you with a bottle of water between her pink acrylics. Sealed and cold. Misty and likely just bought.

With a hushed thanks, you received the drink and swished it inside of your inner cheeks— the bitter aftertaste of whatever exited your body leaving after each spit. You washed your hands and washed your makeup off too— a few clumps of mascara remaining beneath your bags.

Miles calls out your name.

You don’t answer in a fit of embarrassment.

“I’m gonna buy our costumes now, I’ll pay for it, aight?”

Oh, but that was even more embarrassing.

You rushed out to greet him, messy mascara and all. “I can pay for my costume, darling, thanks for holding it for me.” And you snag it out of his hands, kiss his cheek, and beeline right out.

Miles blinked, and he looked at Amadi who shrugged. He didn’t know whether to think about the kiss or the way you stomped right out without warning.

Oh, she really doesn’t know what social cues are, huh? They think.

But that wasn’t the case, truly. You of all people would know you’ve been infinitely and unbearably awkward, but you had a deal to make. You didn’t want their pockets to hurt, so you forged a plan. Measly, small, nothing too grand of a plan. Something along the lines of using a black card and all of those things— attempting to falsify a coupon while insisting to charge your account rather than their money. This wasn’t a restaurant, so you couldn’t demand for a paycheck and pay the bill for everyone in advance, so when Miles and the others got back, you got this.

“Nathan?” You faked-recognized the cashier. A similarly blond, tall and ragged boy with calm leisure on his shoulders.

“[Y/n]? What’s good mama, long time no see!”

And within three minutes, you managed to stage a whole script with Nathan, the part-timer.

A little bribe was nice enough to let him in the job.

“You two know each other?” Miles asks, evidently piqued and disturbed at the idea of him calling you mama. “Yeah, he’s one of my older brother’s friends. Nathan, long time no see, indeed.” You ushered the costumes forward, plucking out the one from Amadi’s grasps and placing it by the counter.

Nathan plants a smirk in his lips, a hand on his hip. “How’s he, by the way? Haven’t caught up with him for months.” He asks, obviously not knowing who your brother was.

“He’s doing great, actually. All of us have been, and you?”

“Great,” The blond smiled. “Took up this part-time job to get ahead of my student loans. Thanks to your nice tip months ago, I managed to re-arrange a few parts of my fucked up life.” Well, that tip was non-existent. He was likely talking about the three-hundred dollar bribe you offered him just minutes ago. “Really, you’re.. The sweetest.”

Miles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

“Well, Miles and I were just buying our halloween costumes for tomorrow. We’re going to be celebrating halloween together, you see.” Your hand creeped up against his arm, and Miles eases. “We have a date tomorrow.”

Nathan’s smile twitched. “Oh, really? Damn, good for you.”

Miles’ chest huffed up in pride. Fuck yeah, we’re dating, what’chu gon do ‘bout it?

“Your brother know all ‘bout it?”

“Oh, not yet. It’s our first date.”

Nathan starts scanning your stuff, keeping up the small talk while Miles listened in with a half-bored expression on his face. It was a façade, evidently. He wanted to know everything about this Nathan dude, and why he was smiling so weirdly with his crooked teeth.

“You know, I can get this for you.” Nathan suggested. “I owe you a lot. I’ll pay for your costumes.”

Good work for following the script.

“Really?” You airily asked. The blond shrugged. “Yeah. I can pay for your friends too, my treat.”

“Nah, keep yo money to yo self, big man.” Miles narrowed his gaze, slamming his wallet atop the counter. “I can pay for our costumes.”

“Miles!” You whispered at him.

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout it, man. Your girlfriend’s done a lot to help my family. Hell, I met Alicia through her too.” Nathan improvised. At the mention of another girl, Miles gradually lightens up. “So, really. This is hardly even enough. Let me just thank her this one time.”

You turn to Amadi, gesturing her a thumbs up and a wink.

.. Were you even aware of how much of a mess you looked right now?

Either way, you were somehow.. Still presentable in a way that it was enviable.

After wrapping up the prices, paying for everything, and sneaking your black card away from the man, all of you managed to depart and bid your farewells to your new friends. If you could even call them that yet. The tension was unnerving, and you could almost sense that they likely found you weird.

And you were weird. You have been acting weird, even you could admit that.

There was a fucking alien inside of you who fed on humans. It wasn’t the potential of cannibalism that irked you the most, it was the fact that you devoured a vile man who likely ate cigarettes for morning and tequila for dinner— if he could even afford it. You’ve seen a million gruesome scenes, before, so the latter of ripping someone’s head off from their body was hardly the worst of your memories.

In fact, there may have been more blood on your hands than anyone else would think.

But it did shake you. It left you trembling and silent. You were already thinking about demolishing the camera and having Liv take care of all the evidence.

Liv, yes, Olivia Octavius. You wanted to trust her for a short while, given her eccentric desire to run tests on you. She can find the answers to get rid of this disgusting piece of murky tar inside of you—

ＹＯＵ’ＲＥ　ＮＥＶＥＲ　ＧＯＩＮＧ　ＴＯ　

ＧＥＴ　ＲＩＤ　ＯＦ　ＭＥ.

You could almost snicker.

Fuck you.

“Hey, you feeling better?” Upon hearing Miles’ voice, you’re plucked away from whatever sour memories ingrained your mind. With a hopeful smile, you nod. “Yeah,” The reply came out a little raspy. “I’m doing a little better. I’m a bit dizzy, but I’m better now.”

He pauses in the midst of the street, facing you entirely. You pause along with him, evidently confused.

Gently, Miles lifted a finger and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “How can you look so messy and still be so pretty, huh?”

Unlike the encounter you had earlier, this made you feel utterly warm and safe. It’s like you could melt into the base of his palm and mark it as your home. His finger grazes beneath your lashes, likely wiping out all of what’s left of your mascara.

“Only you can pull off something like this.” Miles decided. “You can start trends with that face of yours.”

“And here I thought you’d start teasing me.” You laughed.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got the plague doctor costume just in case you start spreading your bubonic germs all o’er again, I can just bloodlet the hell outta you.”

You smacked his arm. “My blood’s precious as hell, thank you.”

“Said no hospital, ever.”

And there goes that heavy laugh of his, ringing in your mind. You adored it. The way he’d tilt his head and shift his eyes into crescents. You like how he crinkled his nose and stepped away from you as if to sink in your comedic and obviously pissed off side-eye.

You could stay there forever.

“I’m fucking leaving you here.” You attempted to stomp off. Miles hurriedly catches up with you in bated breath, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Nah, you ain’t going nowhere, my girl, you’s stuck w’me til’ we both drop dead when we’re eighty.”

You giggled at his statement.

“What? You don’t plan on doing that w’me?” He pouted.

“No, no. It’s not that, just..” You looked away. “Ionno if I’ll even live that long.”

Miles took the hood of your jacket and placed it over your head. “Well if you keep yourself out in the cold too much, ya prolly won’t.”

It’s not that, Miles. You think. I can’t live a day without feeling like I’m falling apart.

“You know, I don’t get why I’m so weak ‘round ya.” You kicked at the pebbles you came across the pavement. “I’m a fighter, y’know. Got it from my daddy, actually. I’m pretty strong, but when I’m around you I sneeze a lot… Prolly has sum to do with how anxious you make me feel.”

You paused. He paused.

The both of you stared at each other. Seeing that stupid smug smirk creeping up his lips made you want to bolt away in shame.

“So I do make you nervous.”

“You make me physically ill.”

“Cause I make you nervous.”

“Shut up.”

Miles looked like the happiest boy on earth. You wanted to deep-fry yourself in oil.

“Speaking of which, you never told me much ‘bout your brothers.” He suddenly mentioned. “You told me ‘bout you being the only girl, and I’m an only child but that’s nothing alike. What’s it like?”

“Well— I’ve got three brothers, actually.” You thought about calling them by their other names. Miles gulped. “The one who drove me here was Mon. He’s.. Like a big, fluffy, teddy bear. I think, out of all of us, he’s the most approachable one. He’s my dad’s favorite. He’s like the golden child of our family. He never has to study just to get good grades, and he’s always so smiley and smart.. But at the same time, he can be such a pain in the ass.”

Hearing you talk about him made Miles sense a sort of jealousy lingering behind your teeth and atop your tongue.

“How ‘bout your other older brother?”

Without missing a beat. “He can go fuck himself.”

Alright. So you had a sibling you were jealous of, and a sibling you couldn’t stand.

“The third one?”

And you softened entirely.

“Oh, his name’s Malachi.” You said his name with such sweetness and warmth, it melted even Miles. “He’s my little brother. Six years younger than me. I know kids his age are usually brats, but I love him to bits. He was my mom’s favorite. She used to read him bed time stories and bake him snacks.. Now, I’m the one who does all that for him.”

Was. Used. Now.

Miles wondered why you never spoke about your mother. The topic seemed.. Fraught, initially, but now that you’ve mentioned her, it sparked his interest.

And, ever so cautiously, he piqued.

“I thought you were your mom’s favorite.”

Miles eyes the way you subtly flinch, your smile faltering so slightly. As the both of you pause before a stoplight, you fish your vape out from the corners of your pockets.

“What made you think that?”

He shrugged. “I thought moms usually favor their daughters ‘cause they see themselves in ‘em.”

You parted your lips and spoke before taking a hit. “If my mom ever saw herself in me, I’d be traumatized.” As you blew, the smoke lingered in the air a little longer than it usually did. Must be the cold. “.. To which, I already am, because everyone talks about how much I look like her.”

Before you could take another hit, Miles softly latches his fingers on your wrist, bringing the gadget away from your lips.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, what was your relationship with her like?”

He guided you down the crossing lane with his hand still holding down your vape. You feel a little embarrassed, and you take the opportunity to place it back inside your pockets.

“.. Ionno if there’s even a relationship I can describe to you.“ You sighed. “.. Ionno what goes beyond a mother-daughter relationship when our relationship mostly revolved around my mama hating me for being her daughter. If that’s what being a mother is, then Ion want none of it.” You sense Miles grimace. “If that’s a dealbreaker for you, then I’m so sorry—“

“No, no, it isn’t.” He mumbled. “I once told myself that I’ll only go with whatever decision my future partner wants. If you want a kid, we’ll have a kid. If you don’t want a kid, then I can live with that too.”

“.. Well, why can’t you decide whether you want kids or not?”

“Because Ion want to force my future wife to have kids she don’t want.” Miles’ grip on your hand loosened. “A few things people do that I really hate is that they usually get kids because of baby fever, or they want to fix a marriage, or they just have it because they want to but not because they can afford to. Ion want my future kids to live on while I can’t or my future wife can’t handle ourselves financially and emotionally. That’s gonna fuck up the kid, and they’ll grow up to fuck up their kids, and so on, and so forth.”

“You know a lot about these kinds of topics, huh?”

“It’s ‘cause my mama taught me all ‘bought it.” He smiled. “My mama’s been through a lot, and when she and my dad had me, she wanted to make sure she won’t pass the pain she got from my abuela to me.”

You couldn’t help but feel envious.

What is it about me that my mother can’t stand to love?

My whole life, I’ve been homesick for arms that don’t even want to hold me.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You wanted to curse a hundred curses, but instead you took out your phone and answered. “What is it?” You answered, inching away from Miles.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up.” Montrell seethed behind the phone. “It’s an emergency, we need you back immediately.”

“Me?” You couldn’t help but dumbly point at yourself. “What did I do? It’s my free time today, plus I’m not the one managing the— the house anymore.”

You hear your brother pause. You took a moment to glance up at Miles who was waiting patiently for you to finish the call.

“Well, to further inspire you, you’re right, Antonne is a fuck up.”

“Okay, and? Is that supposed to surprise me?” You sarcastically replied.

“No, [Y/n], he fucked up really badly, which is why we need an emergency meeting and I need you back immediately because everybody is looking for you.”

You took the moment to pull away from your phone and block the speaker. “Miles, what street is this?”

He answers something along the lines of being a couple blocks down. You take the answer back to Montrell who tells you to stay where you are. Well, being the smarter person, you ended the call and told Miles to go.

“Why?”

“My brother’s coming to pick me up.”

“Oh?” He straightened his back. “Oh, shit— he’s coming? Why?”

“There’s an emergency.” Not that it was alarming. Emergency, you say, but Miles could clearly see that you hardly gave any flying fucks. “I need to get back immediately before the house blows up.”

“.. There’s a bomb in your house?”

“Yeah, I call him dad.” You turn and peck his cheek one last time. “Before he finds out I’m missing, I’ve got to get back now or you won’t see me ever again. Stay safe on your way home, aight? Don’t get hit by a car, and don’t die.”

The boy stumbles. “But what if he gets lost? Do you know your way around Brooklyn?”

“I’ve got photographic memory.” You joked. “I’m kidding. Mon can do it, he’s smart, and probably has a GPS, so go! Go! Go!” You hurriedly ushered him away. Miles scratches the back of his neck, hesitant to leave you alone out of fear you’d get hurt. Unfortunately for the both of you, a slick, gray car pulls up by the curb with an abrupt halt. You freeze, watching its thick, black window roll down in a glacial, intimidating pace.

“… Mon.”

Montrell stared, unimpressed.

“.. Call him back.”

“… Call who back?” Was your stupid attempt to get out.

“You know who I’m talking about.”

“… You told me there’s an emergency.” You headed over to open the door, only to find that it’s locked. You faced Montrell, only to find that the both of you were mutually irked.

“There is, but it can wait. Call him back.”

“Mon, I will crawl through this fucking window.”

“Now.”

“Mon!”

“Don’t make me count to three.” He warned you like a mother. You grimaced at the way he used that insufferable tone. “I’m not a fucking toddler.”

“ONE.”

“Mon.”

“TWO.”

“MILES!”

From the corner of your eye, you see Miles toss his head over with a widened gaze. “Yeah?”

With your head still facing Mon, you told him to come over. Miles hesitantly made his way back slowly but surely. It didn’t help that his legs were so long that every step imitated a stride. Finally, after swallowing the lump in his throat, Miles greets your brother.

“Evening, Sir.”

By the driver’s seat sat a man. His gaze sat behind a pair of glasses, scrutinizing Miles’ entirety in a second or less. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, further accentuated by the fineness of his white, collared shirt and black vest. His features were sharp, but his eyes welcoming— quite softer than yours, actually. He looked clean, polished, and infinitely sophisticated yet it didn’t harm his charm. In fact, it made him look so gentlemanly that it made Miles insecure.

It’s like your whole family was genetically blessed.

“Nice to meet you, you must be Miles, yeah?”

“Yes.” Miles answered like he wasn’t aware of his own name.

“I’m Mon, [Y/n]’s older brother.”

“Nice to meet you too, uh— Sir.. Mon?”

Montrell looked at this boy, and he looked at his braids, his freckled nose, and his unrefined stature. He was slouched, and one of his hands was seemingly glued inside the pocket of his old, winter jacket. It didn’t look anything special. In fact, it looked unluckily ragged. The boy looked skinny too, seen clearly in the slight hollowness of his cheeks and dark bags beneath his eyes. Still, he was accommodating, like a waiter donning on his best smile. There was something attractive about him— maybe it was the way he appeared so grimly enticing.

Reminded him of you.

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen, Sir. I’ll be turning sixteen this December.”

“Ah, is that so?”

You and Miles felt equally uneasy at the fact that Montrell didn’t bother to tell Miles to stop calling him Sir.

“How long have you known my sister?” He asks, a warning tone seeping past his smile. “Recently, she’s spoken about how much she likes you, so I’m curious how long you’ve known each other for.”

“Oh, we—“

“We met three months ago.” You cut him off, clutching Miles’ hand as though to signal him not to speak any further. “Can we go? I’m sure I still have plenty to attend to.”

Montrell ignores you. “Do you live nearby here?”

Miles looks at you, but you weren’t looking at him. “Yes Sir, I live around two blocks away from here.”

“That’s nice, you’ve got a part-time job?”

“Used to work as a cashier for a record shop. It was closed down months ago since the owner moved out of the city. Been working to get another since then but, it’s hard tryna find a job close to my school.”

Montrell raised his brows. “A hard worker! Just like my sister. Has she told you anything about her work?”

Silence.

Your nails scraped against the window.

“Well, from what I know, it’s a family business, right?” Miles looked at you for approval. For the first time in three minutes, you finally looked at him and nodded. “Catering business in an inn.”

Montrell held back a laugh. “Right. That’s exactly it. Say, Miles, do you have any plans next week?”

He shook his head. “Ion think so, Sir.”

“Well, you see— our family’s hosting an event. [Y/n] will be there, and she’ll be dancing tango. I think it’d be nice for you to go.”

“That’s not happening.” You flatly decided. “Our relatives will talk if I bring Miles to that party.”

“Not unless he’s my guest.”

“Mon, Miles.” You looked at them alternately. “He’s not going— you’re not going to that party, Miles, I forbid it.”

“But—“

“No one will talk about him if he’s with me.” Montrell sighed. “It’s Aunt Claire’s event anyway. No one will be focusing much on you or him. To be fair, they’ll all mostly focus on me.”

You gulped.

“Come on. Once you introduce him to dad, surely you’ll be able to meet him more freely rather than whatever the hell you’re doing right now.”

Miles lightened up upon hearing this, looking over to you with hope.

You wanted this conversation done with, now.

“Fine.” You struggled to speak. “He’ll go.”

Montrell finally unlocks the car. You lazily drag the door open and slam the door shut. With the window still down, you placed a hand over and intertwined it with Miles’. “I’ll text you tomorrow, alright? Just tell me what time.”

Montrell piqued. “You two meeting up tomorrow?.. How unfortunate.”

You exasperated. “… What do you mean by that?”

“Well..” Montrell started the car. “It’s a pretty huge emergency, and it might take you days to fix.”

“That’s fine.” Miles straightened his lips. “We can move our plans next week. I can always make time for her.”

“No, I won’t allow it. I’ll go on with my plans, I don’t care how big this emergency is—“

“Dad’s wrecking the place.”

And that shut you up.

You looked at Miles apologetically. “.. I’ll text you, alright? Stay safe.”

“Okay, you guys too.” Miles softened. “It was nice meeting you, Sir.”

“Nice meeting you too, Miles. I’ll see you next week.”

“It’s as though none of my children are competent anymore.”

Along with the click of your heel, your father swishes a bottle of brandy above his head, pouring it over his glass. You try to keep your head high, while noting the fact that the meeting was largely based off privacy. Antonne sat by the corner, his curls frayed away along with his collar. His head hung low, hand cradling his bruised cheek.

“What took you so long?” Your father asked, hardly even sparing a glance for you and Montrell.

“I was out.”

“Where off?”

“At a café, to make use of my idle time.” You cleanly lied. You watched his grey brow wiggle, eyeing the competence of your stature. You could’ve been everything he ever needed, until you weren’t. Your father stood tall— taller than the rest of you. You try to ignore the shattered glass beneath your feet. You wore heels for a reason, after all.

He trudges towards you and Montrell, taking note of every flicker of your wrist and fluttering of your lashes.

“Do you know the reason why I’m training all of you to handle the family business?”

It was a simple question, capable of being answered with a simply answer.

Why would one family keep most of its secrets together?

“Answer me, girl.” Your father pried.

You gulped. “Because whatever power the family has should remain in the family.”

It was an average answer— a textbook one in fact. Why were royal families the way they were? Why did they marry each other? Why did they remain so closely intact?

For power.

Or so you think, but it wasn’t the answer your father was searching for. It was more.

Your father places a hand against your cheek, caressing it so softly. “... For someone who has her mother’s stupid face, you’re quite smart. My young girl, I know the way you’ve been, because you’re just like your mother but bolder. I know that naïve and emotional front you put up, but mind you, [Y/n], I’ve done whatever façade you’ve put up and better.” He squeezed your cheeks so tightly, you could feel your teeth imprint on your bleeding flesh.

“I asked you for one thing, and it’s been three months. Why haven’t you brought it back yet?”

He spoke so condescendingly calm that it horrified you.

With a tiny whimper, you tried to lower your head to soften the grip of your father, to no avail.

“.. All three of you.” He seethed, calling out for Montrell and Antonne. “Do all of you want to end up like your mother?” He turns to you. “Do you want to end up like your mother, [Y/n]?”

“N-No.” You choked.

Your father shoved you right back, making you land down on the floor.

“… Then who did it? Who released the information about the warehouse to the black market?”

You winced at the glass shards that pricked your hands.

Ah, why do families keep their secrets together?

So that if one falls, all will fall along with him.

“Someone leaked the locations of the warehouses, and a few details about some of our deals with other families— if this gets out, we will lose credibility, and all the other families will drop us immediately like hot potatoes! All of us will get arrested, and everything we’ve worked hard for will diminish in a second. Now, WHICH ONE OF YOU STUPID BRATS DID IT!?”

His voice rang inside your ears. Helplessly, you try to help yourself off the floor when your father’s shadow darkens before you. With a step of his shoe, he stomps your hand back down on the shards. You resist the urge to yelp, tears pricking your eyes as you looked up.

“[Y/n]?”

“I’d have no reason to incriminate myself with something so stupid!” You cried out. “If I were to be in charge of the hotel and sell out information, I’d end up taking the most damage. Why would I do something so obvious?” Hesitantly, you dragged your bleeding hand away from the glass, only to find tiny bits of the symbiote plucking the shards away from your wounds.

It was one of your brothers. Montrell, maybe? Antonne, definitely.. Maybe even Malachi.

None of them uttered a single word.

Of course they couldn’t.

“Antonne?” Your father called out. Your brother didn’t speak, he simply stared on blankly. Montrell couldn’t bring it in himself to move or help. All of your father’s children were dead silent like mice.

ＣＲＡＳＨ.

Brandy and glass exploded onto the floor like fireworks.

“ＡＮＳＷＥＲ　 ＭＥ!”

“I don’t think it’s any of us.” Montrell finally answered. “There’s likely an outsider receiving information from an insider— it’s no wonder why we can’t track down the poster.” He looked at you, to be particular, he eyed you in a way that was so subtle but it sent a message you seamlessly caught.

And then it made sense.

Montrell was accusing Miles.



But you never told Miles anything. Hell, you’ve been hiding your identity for most of the time you’ve known him. If Miles knew, he wouldn’t have stood by you, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to fall for you— he would’ve crushed you into pieces.

But if he knew.

Ding.

Eddie Brock || Just now

hey

the warehouse is gone.

it’s all burned to the ground.

“Unc.” Miles jerked up from his seat, turning to his Uncle. “Eddie just texted. He told me the warehouses were burnt down.”

Eddie Brock, a journalist tipped by Miles and Aaron after the discovery of the Warehouse, was the only journalist who metaphorically had the balls to bring a camera and shamelessly enter the elite’s premises for the sake of unveiling the truth.

Most called him a hysterical theorist.

But he wasn’t a dead one.

“That’s fucking impossible.” Aaron couldn’t help but curse, uncontrollably snatching the phone off of Miles’ grasps. “They can’t just burn down one of their top investments— even if it was meant to cover up evidence, they couldn’t have had the time to burn everything so quickly.”

“Did we accidentally set it on fire because of the explosives?”

“A fire can’t go that large without gasoline.” Aaron tossed the phone back to him. “… It was likely an inside job.. And we were sent there to take the blame for the fire.”

Ding.

“Everyone else, except [Y/n], leave the room.”

Montrell flinched, eyes landing on you. Antonne finds the strength to pull himself together, limping his way to the front door. Montrell kneels down to lend you a helping hand, cautious of the broken glass, only for you to reject his notion and unsteadily stand up yourself. There, he marveled, how clean and uncut your legs were.

Huh.

Antonne cradled his cheek, his curls all over his nose. He tossed his head, spitting out a blotch of blood on the floor before wiping his busted lip with his arm. The both of you meet gazes, both similarly full of disdain and exhaustion.

The both of them left shortly after.

You could feel all of New York witnessing your misery like an audience— watching with prying and expectant eyes from behind your father’s large, glass window. Your old man had some stank in his eye. You wondered if that was the same look he had in his eye when your mother went.

“When will you get me that damn USB, [Y/n]?”

New York was glowing, but you wanted it to smolder.

“Give me two final weeks.” Your brow creased. “I’ll present you the USB on a fucking golden platter.”

Ding.

“Then what would they gain from burning down the building?” Miles fiddled with his phone, watching his Uncle pace around the room.

“If we think about the consequences, it’ll bring the Chávez’s the most harm. It’s a shared property funded by a lot of other people in the elite— that would mean a higher up sent us that information on purpose.. But who,”

[phone] || Yesterday

Do you recognize the girl beside him?

You closed the door behind you, eyes glued onto the floor.

There was this emptiness inside you. One that likely plagued your mother before everything that unfolded. You tucked your hair behind your ears.

You stared at your hands, watching as each shard fell off like leaves on an autumn day. Your wounds were healing so rapidly swift, that it was quite the show worthy of praise.

ＹＯＵ’ＲＥ　ＦＵＣＫＥＤ　ＵＰ．

That makes the two of us.

With a twist of your heel, you walked down the corridor to the drawing room nearby, finding your two older brothers with similarly calm exteriors. Antonne was sitting by the edge of one of the sofas, tending to his cheek with an ice pack. Montrell was the first to notice your presence. He was sitting by the make-shift bar, sitting down like a patron but hardly drinking anything at all. He gestured at the med kit atop the auburn coffee table, indirectly telling you to patch yourself up.

You pretended to need for it, unpacking some of its utensils and brashly pouring alcohol all over your limbs and wrapping it up with some bandages.

You watched Antonne glare at you.

“It’s fortunate that purple’s a good color on you.” You grinned at him. “Hopefully that bruise won’t make a guest appearance at the charity event next week.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Antonne spat.

You headed towards the remote to get the television noisy. It was enough to cause a migraine, but it was better off that way. None of your brothers commented on it, which was miraculous, in regards to Antonne.

“You guys care for a drink?” You tiresomely proposed.

Antonne took a second before looking at you. Montrell sat erect, his once crossed legs now uncrossed. Your sudden proposal likely surprised them, seeing how similarly perplexed and amused they were.

You gestured them to go to the balcony.

With each click of your heel, you made your way around the bar, grabbing the sweetest wine you could find and about three chalices. All three of you then hit the cold deck, the green bottle clamoring against the painted, metal table as you popped the cap open.

“It’s nice it ain’t a cork,” You rambled. “Might hit and break another damn window. Can’t be too sure.”

They only listened.

“Does it hurt?” You asked Antonne. “Where did his fist land this time?”

“Up my cheek.” He chewed, spitting out another at the trees. “Couple of mouth sores, might last me about a month.”

Montrell takes the bottle, holding up the title to his gaze. “Vietti Cascinetta.. Moscato d’asti.” He read in perfect Italian. “This was that wine we got from Veronica’s wedding. It’s still here?”

“Daddy hates sweet wine.” You poured him a glass. “Might take away all of what’s left of his masculinity, the sweets I mean.” After pouring yours, you held it up and gleamed. “Cheers.”

All three of you took consecutive sips off of your glasses.

This was an odd rarity. A moment where all three of you were siblings. You hadn’t had such a moment with them in about three years. Now, all of you were old enough to drink wine without coming off as classless bastards. Oh, how the times have changed.

Montrell took out a pack of cigars— new ones, considering how he had to peel off its shiny plastic cover. Antonne reached out for a stick and plucked, making you unconsciously go for one too.

“No.” Montrell warned, taking it away from your hands like a watchful sitter. You blinked at your vacant fingers. “You started smoking at sixteen, why can’t I do that too?”

Upon lighting up the cigar, Montrell casted one look at you, took a hit, blew, and handed you over the cigarette. “Alright, go try it once.”

And you did so, perseveringly, like how every little sister wants to impress her older siblings. You took a hit, and it burned your lungs stronger than vape could ever foster. Like lil ol’ Miles, it didn’t take three seconds before you started coughing up the smoke like an ill child.

“You’re as stubborn as ever.” They say. It was a nostalgic hearing. Stubborn little girl, a walking disaster.

“Perhaps that’s what’s so well-loved about my personality.”

You wondered where it all began— everyone thinking you were stubborn. Was it the insistent way you approached people whenever you had plans, or the way you’d do things out of spite?

“So stubborn about everything. The hotel, the upkeep, the warehouses.. Hell, even about that boy.” Antonne murmured, a gruffness in his sleepy tone.

You sipped.

“… That boy.. Is a hazard to our family name.”

None of them made a sound.

“Dad told me not to tell any of you ‘cause he feared someone else might know of what Miles possesses and they’ll take advantage of it.” You swished the glass. “And since I first discovered it, he placed me on the job.”

“What job in particular? What does that boy have?” Antonne impatiently snapped.

“.. When Mom betrayed us, she had a USB containing every transaction with the other elites, and each location of the warehouses and what they’re storaging. When we sent her off, we burnt everything in her room— including all her files and her electronics, but when I discovered she used one of my old phones to hide evidence, I discovered that.. Miles’ father, Jeff Davis, had a copy of those files.”

“Holy shit.” Montrell verbalized. “But why—“

“Why hasn’t that information been outed? Go place a bet. We even requested to have his corpse researched but he was cremated, which means if the USB was with him, it might’ve been in his uniform, but if it wasn’t— it’s in his house. And since all of us haven’t been arrested yet, father figured the USB is likely currently untouched.”

“… It’s not.” Montrell whispered. “It’s not untouched. The USB is with someone, and they’re releasing information about us bit by bit in the black market.”

“That’s right.” Antonne added. “And whoever it is, is likely watching us closely.”

“But why are you telling us this, [Y/n]? That’s a violation of the code of loyalty.”

You took a sip.

So I’d feel less guilty once you’re all dead.

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Long Time Coming I Chapter Seven I Hits Different

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning: Talk of death, angst, angst, and oh yeah, angst

A/N: The absolute love that's been coming from yall this week has made me so soft! Thank you! Enjoy this chapter ;-)

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six

When I got the call that Rebecca’s father had passed and that we would all be going to the funeral, I didn’t know exactly how to react. Daddy issues aside, what was I meant to wear? What do you say to someone who’s father passed? I was never good at these types of things.

I came late, purposefully. Trying to avoid as much awkward small talk as possible. As I stood outside the church, I felt my palms getting sweaty. The last funeral I’d been to… well let’s just say it hadn’t gone well. Man, I could really use Ted right now.

I walked in quietly, trying not to attract attention. Unfortunately, the door closed much hard behind me, making a rather large noise as it closed. It caught the attention of Keely who was standing with Sassy inside.

            “Hey babes!” She greeted, reaching out her hand to me. “Welcome to the party.” I grabbed her hand and entered the group, giving her a side hug. “I thought this was a funeral.”

            “Holy shit, your tits look great!” Sassy complimented, motioning to her chest.

I looked down subconsciously, trying to fix my dress to cover up my cleavage “Oh, is it too much?”

            “Definitely not.” Keely reached up and adjusted my dress again, so it was back to how it was originally. “You look great.”

            “Oi, what were you saying about Rebecca secretly dating someone?” Sassy interrupted. I turned wide-eye to Keely.

            “Rebecca’s dating someone?” I removed my arm from around Keely and turned so I was standing next to Sassy. “And you didn’t tell me?”

            “I don’t know anything for sure, but I’m pretty sure it’s been going on for like weeks now,” Keely whispered. Now that she mentioned it, Rebecca had been acting differently. She wasn’t coming out as much or spending as much time in the locker room. It was like she was hiding something.

            “Now.” Sassy’s eyes gained a mischievous look on her face. “Is today an inappropriate day to inquire/badger her into telling us who?”

            “We’ll never know unless we try!” Keely responded, giggling. Suddenly her gaze turned warning as she looked over my shoulder.

            “Keely.” Jamie’s voice surprised me from behind. I turned around and was surprised to see him in a suit, with a shirt on underneath.

            “Jamie. Wow! Nice suit!” She greeted, turning to see him. Then as Jan and Nate approached as well “All of you. Look at you!”

I felt like my voice was caught in my throat. This was a funeral, a really bad time to be thirsting over Jamie but he just looked so damn good. I swallowed hard, glancing down at his feet.

            “And no trainers! On any of you,” I chimed in. “Making me proud.”

Jamie looked surprised when he saw me, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes darted down and back up.  “Hi (Y/N). I didn’t see you come in.”

Ever since the night club, I’d tried to avoid Jamie as much as possible. I woke up the next morning, unfortunately sober, and remembered how lose my lips were the night before. And the fact that we had almost nearly kissed on the dance floor. Our morning practices were short and I had begun taking my lunches with Keely and Roy to avoid spending anymore unnecessary one-on-one time with Jamie.

It hurt, of course, to be away from him. I had become really attached to him and his presence in my life. I don’t know if he felt it, but to me it was like there was a giant Jamie sized hole missing.

I glanced over at the door. “Oh, yeah, I was… late, I guess.”

            “Well, you look great,” he commented. “It’s a nice… err… dress.”

            “Yes, your breasts look very nice in that dress,” Jan agreed, giving me a warm smile.

Jamie turned and smacked Jan on the back of the head. “Now is not the time to be commenting on her breasts, twat.”

            “Oh! I did not mean to be offensive.” In his defense he did look apologetic. Well, as apologetic as the Dutch man could muster. “I simply meant your dress fits you well.”

            “And Nate!” Thank God, for Keely. “Is that the suit that Ted got you.”

            “What, this?” He looked surprised by the question.

            “Yeah!”

            “Um, I can’t remember… uh, yes! Yeah,” he stumbled through his answer.

I nodded at him. “it’s a really nice suit!”

            “Another man buying you clothes is infantilizing, yes?” Jan Maas interjected, a curious look on his face. There was an awkward pause as we all tried to figure out how to answer.

            “Fucks sake,” Jamie muttered. He turned to me. “Want to go find a seat?”

I glanced over at Keely. She had heard all about that night from me and had insisted that it was a sign. She was fully on the (Y/N) x Jamie train and told me that I just HAD to confess my feelings for him in the most romantic way possible. I, however, felt like every time I spoke with Jamie, I ended up sticking my foot in my mouth.

Right now, she was giving me a not-so-subtle signal to go with him. God, why did it have to be a funeral.

            “Sure! Let’s go. Let’s go find a seat!” I said, coolly. Though not that coolly. More, oddly than coolly.  But Jamie didn’t seem to notice as he started to lead me further down the aisle. I turned back to look at Keely who was giving me a big thumbs up. As if I would confess my feelings to Jamie right now. ‘Hey Jamie, I know there’s a dead body in front of us, but do you want to make out with me and have lots and lots of babies?’ Didn’t exactly roll off the tongue did it.

He stared quietly ahead of us at the crucifix above the alter. I couldn’t read his face. I wish I could tell what he was thinking in this moment. But instead, I found myself looking over the delicate features of his face. His eyes, his mouth, his lips. I was going to burn in hell.

            “I didn’t know you owned a dress shirt, Jamie,” I decided on saying, giving him a smile.

            “I didn’t. Had to go buy one,” he told me, looking down at his shirt. “Did you know that you can buy these in bulk for like 20 quid?”

            “Yeah… yeah I did know that.”

            “Fucking wild,” he muttered. “Had to go with Colin and Dani to a shoe store down the street to get dress shoes.”

I was suddenly overwhelmed with softness at the thought. The boys all got together and decided to come to this all on their own. They came, dressed to the occasion, to support their owner even though she didn’t ask them to.

            “Well, it means a lot,” I said, softly. “To Rebecca, that you all came.”

He looked over at me and shrugged. “Yeah well… we’s a family, ain’t we?”

He truly was a completely different person than when we first met. I knew that, but it really hit me in this moment. I opened my mouth to respond to him when we were interrupted by Spanish cursing. Dani came up from behind us, praying and cursing under his breath.

            “I hate dress shoes so much, Jamie,” he whined, leaning on Jamie for support.

            “I know, muchacho,” Jamie responded sympathetically. “Cause remembers, they ain’t made for people like us. They’re made for sheep. They’re made for Muggles. They’re made for twats.”

            “Thank you for your sacrifice, Dani,” I encouraged.

            “When I get home, I will set them on fire, and their memory will burn in hell.”

Jamie and I stared at each other. “Jesus, Dani.”

Dani looked at us, an incredulous look on his face. “Jesus has no place in the conversation of these damn shoes.”

With that he began limping forward, resuming his frantic praying. I watched him leave, feeling his pain from where I was standing.

I suddenly felt really hot and my palms began to sweat again. Then in an instant, my heart began to race as a sense of panic washed over me.

            “You alright?” Jamie’s voice broke through my sweat.

I swallowed, trying to get some moisture back in my throat. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine I just… I need to step outside.”

I began to walk off towards a side door. I turned over my shoulder and saw Jamie watching after me, concern lacing his face. Got I wanted to go back and hold him. Tell him everything that was bothering me and let him comfort me. But now was not the time or the place. Instead, I pressed on and walked outside.

As I did, it felt like I was coming up for air after taking a dive into the deep in. I covered my face as I tried to ground myself in the current moment. If only Ted was here. He would know how to help me right now.

Suddenly, I heard loud laughter. I looked around for the source of the noise and saw a back room. I wandered over to the room and saw inside Keely, Sassy, and Rebecca along with her mother and Nora.  

            “What is going on in here?” I laughed, coming in to join them.

Keely stood up and clapped her hands. “Someone is secretly shagging a footballer!”

I gave Keely a look, there was no way they were talking about Jamie and me. “We aren’t shagging!”

There was silence in the room as the women a looked at each other. Then they burst out into another round of squeals and screaming. I looked around, realizing my mistake. They were not talking about me.

            “Wait, wait, if you weren’t talking about me, then who-“

            “No, you’re not getting out of this,” Rebecca cut me off, pointing at me. “Who are you talking about?”

            “Rebecca is shagging Sam,” Keely blurted out, giggling like a toddler.

My mouth dropped. Not what I was expecting. “Wait, what?”

            “Shut it, Keely, that is old news! Tell us who you are shagging.” Sassy tugged on my arm, practically pulling out of its socket.

I waved my hands around, trying to get my mind wrapped around the situation. “Okay, so Rebecca is shagging Sam, which is true. And I’m not shagging anyone, which is also true.”

            “But you implied that you SOMETHING going on with someone else,” Nora pointed out. I glared at her. “What! I’m just saying!”

I looked over at Keely, begging for any kind of help in the situation but she was too caught up in the excitement to offer a diversion. Sassy came over and grabbed my arm.

            “C’mon, anything you say in here, stays in here, we promise, right?” She comforted looking around at the other women for encouragement. I don’t know how much I trusted Sassy though. She could be a bit unpredictable, but honestly, I felt so safe in this room with these women. And fuck it, I was having a bad day.

            “Okay…” I wavered, closing my eyes. “I have serious feelings for Jamie.”

The room broke out into screams of excitement, a thousand questions being thrown my way. I glanced over at Keely who was just smiling at me. Luckily, before I could start answering questions, the vicar came in and kicked all of us out.

Rebecca gave me a look that said We’ll talk later, and we walked out. Keely caught up to me and locked out arms together.

            “You doing alright, babes?” She asked, tugging on my arm a bit.

            “Me? Yeah. I’m doing great!” I shrugged, looking straight towards the church. “I mean who doesn’t love a good funeral.”

            “Not me,” she grumbled. “Roy’s been giving me a hard time all day. I hate death.”

I laughed. “Bold statement, ‘I hate death.’”

            “I don’t need shit from you too!” She protested, but she was smiling just as well.

We reentered the church and Keely went to join Roy. I started to make my way to the back of the church where I could sit in one of the empty aisles when I heard someone whisper call my name. I looked around and saw Jamie waving at me. When he saw he got my attention, he pointed to an empty spot next to him. He saved me a seat. My heart fluttered as I made my way over to him. He scooted down to give me a bit more room as I side stepped through the aisle past Isaac.

            “Thanks for saving me a seat,” I murmured to him.

            “Don’t mention it,” He replied. “I just got sick of listening to this one.” He pointed over to Dani who was sitting across the aisle. “I don’t know what padre he’s praying to, but I hope he fucking listens.”

I snorted, covering my mouth to keep my laugh in. Jamie smiled down at me as I regained my composure. I looked over at him and nudged him with my shoulder.

            “You’re ridiculous.”

The funeral was interesting to say the least. Rebecca gave a unique but moving eulogy to her father that contained more Rick Astley than I was expecting and afterwards we all went back to Rebecca’s place for a reception.

Somehow, I lost Jamie. He started acting weird after the eulogy, like he was deep in thought. Which for Jamie, was never a good sign. Once we got to the house, he completely disappeared from me. I instead, found myself rounding the snacks table by myself.

            “(Y/N) (L/N)!” Ted’s cheerful voice came from behind me. I was relieved to hear him. As much as he could get on my nerves with his constant optimism, right now, it was exactly what I needed. When I turned and saw him, I felt myself overwhelmed with emotion. Despite his voice, his eyes were sad.  

            “Hi Ted.” My response came out hoarser than I meant it to.

His eyes immediately flooded with concern. “Hey, you alright?” That was a question I had heard a lot today.  ‘You Alright’. And I kept saying yes. Despite the turmoil in my head about the millions of emotions I was feeling about today. About funerals. About fathers.  But hey, join the daddy issues club, I guess.

            “Yeah,” I assured him, thinking on the issue. “My dad died six months before I started at Richmond.”

Ted raised his eyebrows at me as he took in my statement. I hadn’t told anyone that in my time at Richmond. I’d barely told anyone outside my family. But I told my dad that I got my job and a month later he was dead.

            “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” Ted consoled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

I shrugged. “I haven’t told anyone. But… the funeral… it’s just…”

            “Brought up memories?” Ted offered. At my look, he let out a breathy laugh. “Join the club.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what he was referencing but I’m sure it was his explanation for showing up late today. I decided not to press further and opted instead to pass him a beer bottle.

            “To dads?” I beckoned, holding my own beer up to his.

            “To dads!” He joined. Then paused for adding. “And to the things we left unsaid.”

I held my drink for a second thinking on his words before taking a sip of my beer. As I did, I finally found Jamie. He was walking across the living room to approach Keely. Everything that had happened between us in the past few months went through my head in an instant. From the early morning practices to the encouragement during training, to the bus ride and the club. He was someone I wanted in my life for the foreseeable future. He was someone I wanted in my life permenantly.

Things left unsaid.

            “If you’ll excuse me a moment, Ted.”

I didn’t listen for his response and instead walked straight towards Jamie. I was going to do it. I was going to tell him. His back was to me as he chatted with Keely and I approached walking quickly, with a purpose. As I got closer, Is started to hear what he was saying.

            “I didn’t just come back to Richmond to get away from me dad. I also came back ‘cause of you.” It felt like all the air in my lungs was knocked out of my in an instance. Keely’s face was frozen in one of shock as he spoke to her. “I finally think that I’m becoming the best version of meself, the kind of man that you always knew that I could be.” He was saying all the right things. All the wonderful things I had been thinking about him for weeks now. He was saying all the right things, just not to me. “And I know that this is a mad, shitty thing to do, but… I love you, Keely.”

Keely’s eyes lowered a bit and finally they met my eyes. My brain couldn’t process exactly what was happening. The relationship I had created with Jamie truly was all in my head. I had created the idea that he had leaned in to kiss me that night. It was all a lie.

Before he could turn around, I left. I left as fast as my feet could take me and get outside. My palms were sweaty again and that feeling of panic that I had felt in the church returned. I finally made it out the front door and took a big gulp of fresh air. I sat down on the porch and shoved my head in my hands, trying to ground myself once again. Vaguely, I heard the door opening behind me. I knew it was Keely without even having to look.

            “(Y/N), I… I’m so, so, sorry,” she said as she sat down next to me. “I have no idea where that came from.”

            “No, it’s alright, it’s not your fault.” I felt a laugh bubble it way out my chest. “It’s all my fault! It really is.” Keely looked at me like I was crazy. “I’m used to this! I’m used to getting my heart broken. I’m used to hearing the ‘love is a lie’ speech from my friends.” Finally, I took my head out of my hands and rested my chin in my hands. “But… it just feels different this time.”

And with that the laugh left my voices as my disappointment caught up with me and it was replaced by a sob. I covered my mouth, surprised by the noise that had just come out of it. Then my lip was shaking, and my eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

            “Oh, (Y/N)…” Keely cooed.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. I rested my head on her shoulder and let myself cry.

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[abbyromanoff]

maybe Nat fucking y/n while the husband is there could play out like this: Nat went to "fix" something and while she is fucking her doggy style the asshole husband walk in, y/n doesn't notice but Nat does (obviously it gets her hornier), and she just fucks you faster and prompts you to scream her name louder so the husband can see who she really belongs to.

the husband walks away, files for divorce, and Nat just moves in to fuck her into oblivion.

-- ice bear anon 🐻‍❄️

A Hot Affair (part 2)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 1795

Warnings: daddy kink, anal, cheating, fingering, small dirty talk, unprotected sex, Nat has a dick, milf!R

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up the call and placed the phone down, a small smile making its way to your face. You had lied to Nat saying there was another plumbing issue with your sink, anything to get her back here.

Your kids sat at the dining room table, devouring their meals like animals. Your husband walked in suddenly, making the whole room go into a tense silence. He gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek and sat down, taking his food without a thank you.

“What has you all happy, huh?” The memory that Nat would be returning soon made your whole body warm up, and your stomach filled with butterflies. The two of you have been seeing each other secretly for the past two months now. Whenever your husband was away, she’d stop by to greet you. Sometimes it was simple, a flower and a kiss goodnight. Other times it was less sweet, her fucking you into the mattress where you shared a bed with your partner.

“Well, the sink had a small issue. So, I asked for that lady to come around, Nat I believe.” You acted innocent, as if you barely knew her. You couldn’t risk your husband knowing anything that has happened between you two.

“I swear, this house has been falling apart ever since she fixed the toilet.” He chuckled into the food and took another bite, your kids still barely speaking. You knew they weren’t the biggest fans of their father, you couldn’t exactly blame them though.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You took a small pause as you chewed down the piece of toast, “Well, you better get going then, don’t need you being late for work!” You rushed him out, a small peck to the cheek and his suit jacket and he was gone. Finally. You were lucky he was having a good day. Now all you had to do was drop the kids off at school and you’d get to see Nat, you were counting down the minutes.

Twenty minutes later and they were all off to their classes, giving you a small wave goodbye before you drove away. When you returned home, you made sure to tidy up the place before she arrived. You went fast, taking care of the table and cleaning the dishes left behind. And the moment you finished, the doorbell rang. You brushed your hair out of your face and calmed yourself, waiting a few seconds to not seem desperate.

“Nat, you’ve made it!” She looked around the home just for a moment, making sure no one was there before she gave you a loving kiss on the lips.

“I’ve missed you, baby.” You hummed in contentment, your shoulders finally weighing down for the first time this morning.

“I know it’s a bit early, but I just couldn’t wait. I’ve been thinking about you all week.” At your words, Nat smirked. She placed her tool bucket down and stared deep into your eyes, making you weak in the knees.

“Yeah? And what were you thinking about?” She closes the door behind her, walking you backwards to your bedroom. You were pushed down onto the bed as she climbed on top of you, her hair centering around your face.

“Well, I was thinking about you and your body. These muscles,” You emphasized your words with a grasping of her biceps, “This sexy body, this beautiful face. And this,” Your hand made its way down her body, palming her cock through her jeans. She groaned ever so gently before thrusting into your hand just barely. It was your turn to smirk at her actions, unzipping some of her bottoms to reach inside of them. You felt the boxers she wore, the soft cloth being the only thing blocking you from touching her.

“Get these clothes off already.” You said in a weak whine, receiving a warning slap to the side of your ass.

“You’re not in charge here, baby, I am. Now, how badly do you want me to fuck you?”

“So much! Need you so bad.” Her fingers grazed over your wet panties, teasing your clit through the thin cloth.

“Mm, tell me, baby, have you touched yourself?” You shook your head quickly as she continued, “Have you let him touch you?” The way she said the words with a scowl made you want to laugh, but you couldn’t.

“No! N-neither! Please, just touch me.”

“But I am touching you, princess.” You threw your head back as the pressure of her fingertips grew, rubbing small circles over your bundle of nerves. She made you beg for what seemed like hours until you got fed up.

“Please, daddy! Please just fuck me hard! I need it, I need your dick. Need you to fill me up the way he never could, need it so bad.” Tears pooled at your eyelids, your slick coating your thighs as she licked your juices.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know how badly I want to ruin this precious little cunt.” Her clothes had already been taken off moments ago, you now being the only one with anything covering you. That was until she ripped your panties to shreds, throwing them across the room and pulling you closer to her.

“But this time, I had a different plan. This time, I want to fuck your ass. Will you let me? Will you let me be the first?” You were flipped over and forced onto all fours, immediately feeling her prodding at your ass.

“You want me to stretch this tight little hole? Make you completely mine?” You nodded quickly, feeling cold drops of what you assumed was lube on your hole. She spread the liquid around, fingering your ass as you whined in the cooled room. Small apologies left her mouth when hearing your discomfort state.

“It’s alright, baby, daddy will make it all better soon.” Her length slowly entered you from behind, no warning being sent your way.

“I know it hurts, I know. J-just, be good for me, please? I need this so bad, need this precious little ass.” When she had finally bottomed out inside of you, you felt so full. You felt a burning sensation all across your body, Nat held you close from where she was kneeling.

“Just- fuck! Tell me when I can move, please tell me I can.” Her hips moved ever so slightly, causing a quiet scream to escape your mouth. You were so warm, she was lucky she didn’t explode on the spot.

When you finally gave her the approval, she happily created a small pace inside of you, careful to not hurt you too much. It was almost impossible to be easy on you, she wanted nothing more than to destroy you. Her fingers teased your weeping cunt, rubbing circles on your clit as a way to distract you from the pain. One digit slowly entered you, both of your holes being used by the woman, just like she wanted. She wasn’t slow with her finger, no, she fucked your cunt like there was no tomorrow. Reaching knuckles deep inside of you, she wasted no time in making your legs shake.

“Fuck! Fuck me so well, better than anyone I’ve ever had. Better than Steve, so much better!” She groaned, suddenly hearing a small creak as the door opened.

“Y/N! Have you seen my phone? I think I left it here.” He called out, searching each room only to come up empty-handed. The last room, the bedroom.

“Y/N? I asked if you’ve seen my phone-” His words were cut off as he took in the sight in front of him. His wife was bent over by the woman who was supposed to fix a leakage and leave. You didn’t notice him, but Nat did. And she sure as hell loved it. Her pace fastened, your ass being stretched out to accommodate her length. She made eye contact with him, smirking as she added a digit to your dripping cunt.

“C’mon, baby, scream for me! Scream my fucking name!”

“Daddy! I’m gonna-” Your orgasm crashed over you, her fingers being soaked with your slick. Steve slammed the door shut, you turned your head, only now noticing he was there.

“Nat- “Shut the fuck up! That’s not my name, you little whore. What’s my name? What’s my fucking name?” She slapped your ass, gripping the soft skin in her hands.

“Daddy! It’s daddy!” She nodded, not giving you any sort of warning as you felt hot spurts of cum filling you up. Your mouth opened wide as you took in the feeling, so overwhelmed by it all. She rested her body against your back, panting into your neck. Your arms finally dropped as you sat with your ass up and face down, closing your eyes to take the moment in.

“What are we gonna do about Steve?” You asked, breaking the small silence. She sighed, moving her body to finally pull out of you slowly. You cried out in pain.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll go slow, I promise.” She said before finally answering your question. “Well, I don’t think he’ll want to stay with you after this. He doesn’t deserve you anyways. You can file for divorce and we can be together, this time without hiding.” By now, she had already pulled out completely, sitting behind you as she admired the way her cum oozed out of your ass. She leaned in, her tongue licking up any droplets she could get. She moved to eye level with you, connecting your lips so you could taste her. You moaned into it, positioning yourself to lie down as she towered over you. You sighed and rested your forehead against hers, smiling at the way she held you close.

“What about the kids? You’d have to help with them and-” She shushed you gently with a finger to your lips, pecking your face before lying next to you.

“I’ll help, baby, I promise. I’ll be the dad they always wanted if you let me.” The thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You knew she always wanted kids, you just thought she’d want some of her own. But here she was, stepping up to be the partner you dreamed of having as a kid.

“Of course, Natty. You’d be the greatest mom to those little rascals, I can already tell they’ll love you so much.” She held you in her arms for the rest of the day, until you had to pick up the kids. She stayed at your house that night, having a movie night with you and the children before holding you once more. This time, never letting go.

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[absolutebl]

This Week In BL - These Are the Days of Our BLs

Aug 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 5 of 8 - They cute making heart eyes at each other, but could we get back to punching & slutty silk shirts? OMG the poor rich kid & the bodyguard who wants to hug him SO BAD are KILLING me. I did giggle & yell “punchy punchies” during the fight scene before the fire. But Charn is a diamond-encrusted evil-gorgeous gremlin beastie, isn’t he? 

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 1 of 10 - NO SINGING, but also.. wristbands! Sand is great = smart, snappy & over this shit. (Tired Gay 2.0) Neo & Mark are a revelation, where’d that chemistry come from? Force playing a douchenozzle is damn delight. Plus a counter lift in the first ep? Boys, you’re spoiling me. Mew is the least interesting, but Book is still adorable. Ray is the least likable character, but since it’s Khao, he’s the most likable screen presence. In fact, I’m enjoying all the messy messy gays & I know all their types IRL. I wish we had some femme & swish rep tho. Is this Thailand’s Queer as Folk? Seems like. Is it good? Not sure. But it is FUN as hell. Still, I gotta say it… they all dance like straight boys. 

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 5 of 10 - Zo just wants to turtle & avoid but Joke is not gonna allow that. GMMTV keeps having sub issues (usually fixed within a few days). 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 8 - I do like the psychic gay detective trope. It makes this show more interesting and enjoyable. But they solved the mystery awful fast. I guess different drama spins the final 2 eps? 

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 12fin - It was fine. I was fine with it. A kind of Vice Versa situation. The usual with Jittirain, as it turns out, is pretty simple: one of her main characters is going to be a manipulative liar or extremely unlikeable or both. It got an 8/10 from me, but probably should get a 7/10 just because I’m so exhausted by this. But I have to be fair and judge each BL on its own & not in light of repeat author mistakes. Not much of a trash watch here. Final full review here. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 eps - Boyfriend trip together. Terrible overalls. What the fuck? No. Meanwhile, perfect choice for college star. (Could Ton please lead out a new BL? I know I’m 0 for 2 with him but I’m willing to try again if he is.) I actually enjoyed this installment for a change. Perhaps “enjoy” is too strong a word. Not much happened, dog days of BL, perhaps that’s a good thing with Dino? 

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 6 of 12 - Mostly I was excited to watch this week because of Ben but there wasn’t much of him. Sadness. OK, I know it has STIFF competition but does this show have the worst music in BL, or is it just me? I still like Big Daddy & Hot Doc as characters but I am despairing over their arc (would we call it an arc?). All in all this week... Whatever.

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 4 of 7 - I am officially being driven to drink. Trash watch is happening!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 4 of 8 - This show makes me laugh so much. It is so damn cute. And there’s so much language play going on. THEN . . . JUST ADD SIMON. I love a good Simon. Who doesn’t love a good Simon? I know SO MANY Simons. Now 3 boys are circling the ingénue (who I suspect is less innocent than he appears). So much delightful competition, postering & flirting. “My Jun,” is he, Simon? You are a precious angular stalk man, aren’t you? Pacing is great with this show. Every week I can’t wait for the next installment, that’s a hallmark of the best KBLs. If the language stuff confused you as much as it did me here is an EXCELLENT post on the subject that will help. 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 7 of 10 eps - Sweetest seme. He’s hurt & mad at his boy but still can’t help taking care of him. I do like the courting with snacks & sweet little notes. (It’d work on me.) YAY!  Reunion kisses & nuzzles!!! Snuggling!!!! Gah! Taiwan, I love you. These 2 aren’t your best kissers but their cuddling is off the charts. I guess we are just gonna be plotless messy gay bfs for the final 3 eps? That’s cool with me. 

Sing My Crush (Korea Weds iQIYI) 3-4 of 8 eps - it’s adorable, they’re adorable, I’m enjoying it a whole lot. It’s like a very soft, low-stakes Addicted. 

Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - I liked Love Class 1 (more than most on Tumblr) & I normally don’t want 2nd seasons. But this has an entirely new cast (in the “Replay” model). I’m fine with a 2nd season that has little or nothing to do with the first. J-min is an interesting choice of idols but he’s doing an unexpectedly good job. (He is a truly great rapper, by the way.) Trigger warnings out the gate... also this is complicated. Ready? We got 3 queer besties: artist gay Hyun (J-min), shy cafe gay Minwoo (in love with), sunshine gym bunny bi slut Maru (represent, my brother). Then we got Mr Put-upon-TA (+ boy who saw him nekid). And the twist = all black otaku Kim An (used to tutor artist gay in high school = exes ghosting DRAMA). This last reads as a hyung romance. Which you know I love. But it also feels v dark. All of which is to say, I am intrigued but a little nervous over the tone. 

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Classic JBL is back! This one is My Beautiful Man + Tokyo in April/Oh My Assistant. It’s odd and warped af but I like it. Very much has a the feel of old live action yaoi + VERY D/s. BRING IT JAPAN.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 6 of 12 eps - Shin is my sweet bean sprout and Minato should just boink him. Why all this waffling? I love the doctor. But mostly I’m as frustrated with this show as Shin must be in general. Minato 2- the season of blue balls.

Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 2 of 5 eps - I re-watched the first 2 eps & now find it a bit more comprehensible (yes 2: there is an ep 0). I don’t think we can expect this to end happy for either couple. It’s kinda sticky & grungy (in a way I’ve come to expect from the Philippines, although this is not as cluttered visually nor as brightly colored as the Pinoy stuff). I do kind of like that lived-in feeling, it reminds me of Taiwanese shorts. There is something very honestly queer about the primary leads (tattoo & babyface) in particular the way they dance queer? around each other: verbally, emotionally & physically - laying down breadcrumbs of gay for the other to follow. The secondary couple (reunion, cheating) is very sad. Although I do love a counter lift make-out sesh. (Occasionally Cantonese sounds like Vietnamese to me. Apparently I am not alone in this.)

Gossip - AKA P’ABL is Disappointed

I was gonna put a statement here but I just did it separately, earlier this week, since my ask box was overflowing regarding actor gossip and other stuff. 

Meanwhile, Stay With Me ended exactly as expected. Can’t say I didn’t warn ya. You watched this anyway? You got what was coming to you. I am entirely unsympathetic. 

 Next Week Looks Like This:

Look at that PACKED week. NIIICEEEE. 

Starting:

8/18 Dangerous Romance (Thai Fri GMMTC YT) 12 eps - Perth returns to lead out a BL, odds on that ever happening were slim. (Let alone Chimon.) Still here we are. Interesting times. Chimon plays a poor studious kid who hates the school bully but is forced to become his private tutor. Lurv results. 

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) 10 eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together. Looks very pulp. No idea on international distribution. 

8/19 I Feel You Linger in the Air (Thai Sat Gaga) 12 eps - The time travel historical romance many of us have been waiting for. Adaption of y-novel by Violet Rain. Heartbroken architect is transported to the 1930s. From the producers of Lovely Writer.

8/20 My Universe series (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 eps - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 eps, not sure on the order they’ll drop. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct.

Still Coming in August 2023

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, Viki or Gaga will get this one.  

8/23 Why R U? (Korean remake iQIYI) is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie, domestic cinema release) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Talking grandkids. Made me snicker. (Low Frequency.)

The waist grab that launched a thousand gifs (Laws of Attraction). Okay it was last week but I gotta chronicle it here in the weeklies. For science. 

Sing My Crush. They are so damn cute. 

Thank you for the counter action GMMTV, please Sirs, may I have another?

Captain snark in the house. Of course they handed the best and most complex pairing to these two. Well done GMMTV. (Only Friends) 

I really did not expect J-Min to be this good. (Love Class 2) 

(Last week) 

#this week in BL #bl news #BL reviews #korean bl #japanese bl #taiwanese bl #thai bl #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #GMMTV #Laws of Attraction #Only Friends #Hidden Agenda #Low Frequency #Dinosaur Love #Be Mine Super Star #Jun & Jun #Stay By My Side #Love Class Season 2 #Sing My Crush #Taikan Yoho #My Personal Weatherman #Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 #Minato's Laundromat Season 2 #Stay Still the series #hong Kong BL #Jun and Jun #Queer as Folk #NeoMark #ForceBook

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Just because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You

A long ass Lloyd Hansen One Shot

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I’m apologizing now because the story I originally had planned, and what I actually wrote, are two completely different things. I was completely fine with Lloyd being a villain, but then my sappy ass was like “okay, but what if he wasn’t?”. This is his villain origin story basically, and no one asked for or needed it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY. Honestly, if they ever do a study on my brain, it’ll be pointless because they’ll never find out what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m telling y’all now, this is EXTREMELY smut heavy, with cute moments here and there. Part 2 is going to be all of the cute stuff. Just work with me. Anyway, here’s another fucking novel because I’m annoying and don’t know when to stop. There were supposed to be pictures of the outfits reader wears, but this shit is already so long. Maybe in part 2 if I ever learn to tone it down. Anyway, have fun!

Word Count: 43,950 (Listen, I said I wanted this done in under 45,000 words. Be proud of me, dammit)

Warnings: Honestly, this whole fucking story is a warning. SMUT, so much fucking smut (I’m so sorry), anal, squirting, choking, slapping, Daddy kink, Mommy kink, Degrading kink, Swearing, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Lusting, Violence, Public Sex, Daddy Issues, Murder, Lloyd Hansen (lets face it, he’s a warning on his own), Some manipulation (I guess), Family drama, Loss...Minors if you even blink at this I’ll snitch on you.

Song(s) That Inspired This: I Brought You My Love, You Brought Me Your Bullets.

Summary: Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

I do not give consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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Part 1

“Lloyd, are you sure-”

“Ask me that question one more time, and I promise you won’t like the answer,” I mutter as Agent Miranda’s lifeless body hits the ground. “Trust me, Carmichael, I know exactly what I’m doing. If there’s one thing Y/N taught me, it’s impulse control,” I smirk.

“If you say so,” he sighs into my earpiece. “If you know where Fitzroy is, why not just weed him out now?”

“Impulse control, my friend. All about impulse control.” 

6 Years Earlier...

“I don’t understand why Lloyd Hansen is our responsibility,” you mumble as you sit in your Father’s office.

“Because it’s what we do,” he sighs, tired of having the same talk with you.

“Okay, let me fix that. Why is Lloyd my responsibility?”

“Because you’re the best there is!” he snaps, slamming his hand down on the table. “That’s how I trained you, that’s how I raised you! To be the best and get the job done! The government sees a lot of potential in this man, so we’ve got to get him into shape!”

“We don’t have shit to do with the government!”

“We train assassins because we are assassins, Y/N.”

“Whatever, where’s his file?”

“Here,” he mumbles, tossing you the file.

“Before this month is up, I’m putting in my two weeks.”

“Y/N-”

“No Father, I’m tired of this shit. I’m not you. Just because I’m good at killing people, doesn’t mean I want keep fuckin’ doing it.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the best and I know this was never the life you wanted, but-”

“I’m not going back and forth about this. My mind is made up and that’s final.”

“How is it that you always break my heart?”

“When you’re not trying, you’re an easy man to break,” you smile weakly. “Let me go get started on Lloyd,” you sigh, grabbing his file before making your way out.

Your Father doesn’t love anything or anyone besides you. Maybe it’s because you’ve never wanted for anything, maybe it’s because you stayed out of the way when you were a child, maybe it’s because you don’t bother him, or maybe it’s because you became extremely talented at the family business without much help from anyone.

Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re his daughter.

Whatever the reason may be, he’s taken an extra sense of pride in you being so good at your job, which has resulted in multiple arguments whenever you tell him that you wanna move on and do something else with your life. You never meant to be good at killing people, it just came naturally.

It is the family business after all.

You stand outside the “classroom” and sigh before grabbing the remote clicker and making your way inside.

‘This is the last time you’ll have to do this,’ you tell yourself as you take a seat on your desk and look him over. ‘Well, they certainly sent you a good looking one this time.’

Lloyd is the text book definition of a gorgeous man, and going by what his file says, he’s had a good life. His Father owns a construction company, and his his mother was a beauty pageant queen turned stay at home mom when he was born. His grades were amazing, he was great at sports until a football injury made him quit, and he was voted most likely to succeed in High School.

He was top of his class when he was training to become a member of the CIA, his accuracy is amazing, and he doesn’t fail the jobs he’s given. His problem? Cruel and unusual torture methods, 0 impulse control, bad ethics, pays no attention to authority, throws all caution to the wind, and the list goes on.

“I take it you’re supposed to be my teacher for all this,” he smirks at you, as you hop on the desk; looking you over as you cross your legs.

“That would be correct, Hansen. Looks like you got kicked out of Academy.”

“That would be the case.”

“Care to share with the class what’s so wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s your damage, Lloyd? Why are you so fucked up?”

“You’re the one holding my file.”

“And none of it adds up, so you tell me, what’s your problem?”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“Oh Sweetie, no” you smile at him. “My job is to fix you enough for the government to use you until you’re dead. That’s what we specialize in here.”

“Is that something I’m supposed to want?”

“You’re the one who signed up for the CIA, Sweetheart. I didn’t tell you to.”

“Well, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Pick something another day and we can talk in depth about it,” you smile before pressing the button on the clicker, sending a a jolt of electricity through him.

“JESUS!”

“You’re losing focus, Lloyd. That doesn’t do well with me.”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“It’s a school for fuck ups, Sweetie. I thought they explained that to you.”

“Yeah, they didn’t say it was a school for torture!”

“Eh, isn’t it all the same, really?”

“Listen-”

“No no, you listen Honey,” you coo as you get off the table and hit the clicker again causing him to jolt. “I’m your trainer...your teacher,if you will. You’re mine for a month. That’s a month of you doing as I say, going into combat with me, learning from me and my team, and all of those fun things,” you finish, leaning on the desk next to his.

“And if I don’t pass your little class?”

“That’s up to Fitzroy and his little gang of minions. After a month, you’re no longer my concern,” you shrug.

“And what makes you so good at all of this?”

“You’re straying again, Dear. I don’t like that,” you taunt before hitting the clicker again and turning, slowly making your way back to the desk.

“Would you knock that off?!”

“Only when you learn to fall in line, and its such a shame for you, cause I’ve got another 4 hours with ya, babe,” you smile sadistically at him.

“Oh, for fucks sake!”

“You know what I think the problem is, Lloyd? I think the problem is that you like to fuck.”

“What?”

“You like to fuck. In fact, you love to fuck, but you don’t love to get fucked.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Control, Sweetie. See, you love to fuck because you love being in control. Getting fucked means someone else is in control and you hate that.”

“Yeah? Well, what about you?”

“I love to fuck and get fucked. Both are very enjoyable if you do it right.”

“And I take it you’re gonna fuck me?”

“In ways you can’t even begin to imagine,” you smile darkly.

For the next 4 hours, Lloyd is your little pet.You zap him when he steps out of line, you get him to open up more about what exactly snapped in his brain that makes him act the way he does, and you get him to tell you exactly why he wants to be apart of the CIA.

“We’re gonna meet back here at 8am on Monday, so be ready to do some field work,” you sigh after checking the time.

“That’s it?” Lloyd groans, and you can tell he’s exhausted.

“I’ve got everything I need,” you smile at him.

“I barely said anything?”

“Trust me, you said more than enough,” you practically sing. “Enjoy your weekend!” you call over your shoulder before you exit the room.

When you step back into the hallway, Cahill, Fitzroy, and your Father are all standing there waiting.

“Hes got a 50/50 chance,” you shrug, handing his file back to your Father.

“Well, what the fuck does that mean?” Fitzroy scoffs.

“Exactly what the fuck it sounds like. He needs to be in control, but if pushed far enough, he can let someone else hold the reigns for a while.”

“Think you’ll be able to whip him into shape in a month?” Cahill asks, looking into the “classroom”.

“All depends on how bad he wants to be apart of your little team,” you smile sarcastically, before turning and walking away. “See you all on Monday!”

“What about Hansen?!” your Father calls after you.

“Send him home, send him to the bunks downstairs, do whatever you want. I’m officially off the clock. I don’t care!”

“Y/N!”

“See ya Monday, Father!” you respond, continuing on your way out.

The drive back to your house is probably the most simple drive you’ve ever had. Traffic is a breeze and you’re more ready than ever to kick off your weekend. You’re more than over all of the shit with your family’s business, and you just wanna forget who you are for the next two days.

“Hey, am I coming to get you, are you coming to get me, am I meeting you at your place, or are we just meeting up at the club?” Taj asks as you answer her call, making your way into your house.

“What works for you?”

“Uh oh, what’s wrong?”

“I told my dad I want out, again.”

“And?”

“He’s not happy about it.”

“I honestly can’t see how your Father is surprised that his daughter doesn’t want to take over a waste management company.”

“He’s a stubborn man,” you scoff, plopping down on your sofa.

“Well, you stood your ground, right?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna argue with me until my last day there,” you mutter, turning on the TV.

“I’ll come to you,” Taj beams and you chuckle. “Just relax and unwind for now, and we’ll get ready together. Sound like a plan?”

“You sure?”

“I’ll see you in 20,” she practically sings before hanging up.

You chuckle before tossing your phone to the side as your work phone starts going off.

‘I can’t wait to be done with this shit,’ you think to yourself before answering the call. “No,” is all you say before hanging up and tossing your phone to the side.

Yeah, the argument can be made that you’re being a brat, but at this point, that’s more on them than you. It’s part of the reason you want out. You never signed up to be an assassin, really. Your Father saw how good you were at it, and decided it was the life for you.

No, he didn’t ask, but it’s not like you ever really protested. There was no reason to. Your Mother was dead and you didn’t have much of a life. Why make a fuss if there was no reason for one? You and your Father had made peace with the issues between you two a long time ago, the main issue being your Mother, and you just kind of made your own way from there.

It wasn’t until you were 17 that you decided that you really didn’t want the life your Father had created for you. It’s cold, it’s lonely, it’s thankless, it’s dangerous, and there’s no fun in it.

No love.

When your work phone goes off again, you groan in frustration. “NO!” you yell when you answer it. “Whatever it is can wait until Monday!”

“Your Father-”

“I don’t care!” you snap, hating how much you sound like a petulant child. “Monday, you can all piss me off as much as you want. Until then, fuck off!”

You’re quick to hang up before throwing your phone down on your coffee table.

You just want to be free from all of it. Obviously, the life you live offers you luxuries that you know most jobs won’t, but it’s not worth it. None of it is worth it. Besides, you’ve made enough money to not have to worry about anything. You can comfortably sit on your ass for the rest of your life if you want, but you know you could never do that.

You love art, animals, plants, hiking, nature, cooking...you want to do something that has to do with the things you love.

You want to do something normal.

You sigh in frustration before getting up and heading to the kitchen, taking out a glass and pulling out your favorite bottle of whiskey.

It’s time to start pre-gaming.

You’re halfway through your second glass when your doorbell rings.

“Open up, bitch!” Taj yells and you stifle a laugh. “We’re getting DRUNK tonight!”

“My neighbors can hear you,” you laugh as you open the door.

“Then they should get drunk too!” she yells before wrapping you in a tight hug. “What’s going on, babe?”

“I’m just...I’m worn out,” you mumble as you two break apart and step aside to let her in. “It’s time for a change.”

“He gave you a hard time when you told him you’re leaving?”

“He wants to talk to me, made one of his employees call me, but I told them that whatever he has to say can wait till Monday.”

“I’m sorry you got stuck with the shittier parent,” she sighs, grabbing her own glass and pouring herself a drink.

“It’s not even that he’s shitty. He just doesn’t know how to be a parent. He never even wanted to be a parent. It’s never been lost on me that I was an accident. I don’t know...I know he loves me, but this is something we’re never gonna see eye to eye on. I can already tell that the closer we get to the end of the month, the uglier this whole thing is gonna get,” you sigh.

“Well, lets not worry about that right now,” she smiles at you as she takes your hand “we’ve got a girl’s night to get ready for.”

“It’s gonna be one for the books,” you smirk before grabbing your drink and dragging her up the stairs.

In almost no time at all, you find yourself almost completely forgetting about all of the things you’re stressed about. Taj blasts your “party night” playlist as you take a shower and wash the day off of you, letting yourself ignore that you’ve been lying to absolute best friend about what you’ve been doing for a living since you were 14 years old. It doesn’t matter that, on Monday, you have to go in and collect paperwork for the next mission you have to do, while train someone else to be the perfect little killer.

None of it matters because, for the weekend, you can pretend. You can pretend you’re normal and that you do have a normal job. You’ve got a normal Father and your Mother didn’t die because of his lack of care and consideration.

You can pretend you live a normal fucking life.

“Okay, you BAD FUCKING BITCH!” Taj yells, as you step out of the bathroom in your outfit for the nigh, and burst out into a fit of laughter.

You decide on a black cross halter top and mini plaid skirt, with knee high black boots.

“You just decided to choose violence tonight,” she smirks.

“I just want to feel young and carefree.”

“You are young and carefree.”

“Yeah, but I don’t feel it,” you mumble as Taj laughs.

“Don’t worry, tonight’s gonna be great,” she smiles, wrapping you in a tight hug.

As you hug her back, you let the rest of your fears and anxiety fall away. For the weekend, you’re able to just forget everything.

Lloyd’s P.O.V.

“She tortures you with electrics shocks?” Carmichael asks as we grab our drinks from the bar.

“That’s her being pleasant,” I scoff as we both make our way to the guard rail of the balcony. “She’s a piece of work, I’ll say that much.”

“It’s only for a month.”

“Fitzroy can fuck off. The only reason he sent me there is because he’s pissed that I made the right call.”

“Well, that and you did kill an innocent by stander.”

“It was bad enough that she was there. All her crying wasn’t helping a damn thing. It was boring and annoying,” I shrug before catching a glimpse of the last person I expected to see. “Well, what do we have a here? There’s my little Cupcake right there,” I smirk, watching you on the dance floor with someone I’m assuming and hoping is your friend.

“She’s the one whipping you into shape?”

“The bane of my existence.”

“Someone who looks like that, I would’ve guessed that you would want to be on your best behavior so that you can fuck ‘em.”

“Who says I’m not?” I question as I watch you sing along to whatever song is playing as you dance along by shaking your hips.

It was hard enough to ignore my cock twitching during your little evaluation, even with you zapping me to death, but now? That little outfit you have on as you dance and drink the night away? How the fuck am I supposed to contain myself?

The woman you are on that dance floor is completely different from the woman you are in training.

Fuck, I wanna take you right here and now.

Impulse Control.

“What are you thinking, Lloyd?” Denny chuckles before finishing off his drink.

“I’m thinking that, before the month is up, she’ll be under me and apologizing for being such a pain in the ass.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I need a smoke,” you laugh as Taj orders you both another round of shots.

“You’re supposed to be quitting!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening tonight,” you laugh as you pull your pack of cigarettes out of your purse. “I’ll be back in a little!”

“Ya know, that guy up there has been staring at you for about 30 minutes now,” she says quickly, eyeing a guy in the balcony.

You can’t help but burst out laughing when you follow her gaze and see who’s at the other end of it. “Yeah, he probably wants to kill me.”

“Who is he?”

“Our new trainee. I was a little rough with him today and he’s probably a little hurt.”

“Well, he looks like he wants to steal you, so be careful when you go out there. Also, if you do survive, please send him my way.”

“I’ll put in a good word,” you laugh before making your way outside.

You take two drags from of your cigarette before you hear the door close behind you.

“You know, smoking isn’t an attractive trait.”

“You know, giving your unwanted opinion isn’t an attractive trait.”

“Y/N.”

“Lloyd,” you smile, turning to face him. “Looks like you’re doing fine.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Oh, I went easy on you. Trust me, I’ve done far worse, Sweetheart” you chuckle before taking a drag from your cigarette.

“That’s not hard for me to believe at all.”

“Lookin’ for a pretty little thing to lick your wounds clean?”

“Looking for you to lick my wounds clean.”

You look him over before chuckling to yourself and shaking your head. “My best friend is inside and looking for something to lick. Go talk to her.”

“She’s not who caught my eye.”

“I’m your superior, Hansen.”

“Only for the month,” he smirks.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” you scoff before throwing your cigarette down and stepping on it.

“You’re thinking about it.”

“Never gonna fuckin’ happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because why should it?”

“Cause we both want to,” he smirks.

‘Work comes first’ you mentally tell yourself. You look him over and chuckle before shaking your head. “Go away, Lloyd.”

“What? Like you said I love to fuck and you love to be fucked.”

“Eh, I said I love both,” you shrug.

“Lets leave right now, go a few rounds, and find out who’s better, Doll Face” he smirks.

“On that note,” you laugh as you decide it’s very much time for you to go “you enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you Monday.”

“I’ll get you underneath me soon enough.”

“Have fun jerking off to the thought of that,” you laugh as you make your way back inside.

“Trust me, I will.”

The minute you’re back by Taj’s side, you’re ordering a drink.

“I can’t tell if that means it went bad or not,” she chuckles.

“I mean, he was very upfront about what he wanted.”

“Yet, you’re standing here with me?”

“Work comes first, Taj. You know how I am.”

“Yeah, but he’s gorgeous, even with that stupid mustache.”

“You’re more than welcome to go indulge for the night, but I’ll sit this one out,” you laugh before taking a sip of your drink, swaying your hips to the music. “Besides, I didn’t come out to get laid. I came out to get blackout drunk and dance. I have two days to forget about everything else before I have to jump into the shit show again.”

“If you’re this miserable, why not just quit on Monday?”

“Cause I at least owe him this. No, he was by no means the best Father, but he really did the best he could, and it’s not like he’s the worst Father. It’s all just fucking complicated,” you sigh.

“Well, with the way...?”

“Lloyd.”

“Lloyd is looking at you, I’m not about to make an attempt and get my fucking feelings hurt,” she laughs. “If drinking and dancing is what you wanna do, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” she smiles.

So, for the rest of the night, you two run up a tab and dance until either of you can barely stand. You feel Lloyd’s eyes on you the entire time, and it awakens something inside of you.

Yes, you want to start looking for someone to settle down with and start on that chapter of your life, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t wanna take the arrogant asshole for a ride. No, you’d never end up with a man like Lloyd. After spending just a few minutes with him, it’s very obvious how different you both are. Just in looks alone, you can tell that he’s very specific about everything from the way his hair is styled, to his shoes matching his socks. Whereas, with the exception of work, you really don’t put much effort into your outfit. Hell, the only reason you bothered to get dressed up tonight was because you wanted to. You had a desire to pretend and that was all.

Not to mention, he was a pretentious asshole, a bit whiny, spoiled, and very much a psycho. There’s no chance of you and him ending up together. That being said, he does look like the kind of man who will give you a filthy, mind blowing, life changing fuck, and fuck all if that’s not what you need. But still.

Work comes first.

“You get home safe, Doll Face” Lloyd smirks at you as a car service for you and Taj.

“You too, Hansen,” you giggle with a slur as you stumble into the car. “See ya Monday.”

“Maybe sooner than you think,” he calls as you close the door.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Taj scoffs.

“Who the fuck knows?” you giggle.

When you both finally arrive back at your house, you’re both quick to take off your shoes.

“I need water and sleep,” Taj laughs as she stumbles into your kitchen.

“Are you sleeping in my room or are you taking the spare.”

“Dude, I might just sleep on the fucking couch. I’m fuckin’ beat,” she laughs as your work phone buzzes. “Why the fuck is work texting you at this hour?”

“Who the fuck knows,” you grumble as you fish your phone out of your purse. “That’s funny, it’s Lloyd,” you scoff before opening the message. “Holy fuck,” you gasp with a slight moan.

‘That arrogant son of a bitch,’ you think to yourself as you watch the video he sent you of himself jerking off.

“Once again, why are not underneath him?” Taj asks, unable to look away from the video herself.

“He’s a child.”

“Not by the looks of this video,” she laughs.

“Taj.”

“I’m just saying, a little fun never hurt anyone. As for where I’ll be sleeping, it definitely won’t be in the bed with you,” she chuckles before plopping down on the sofa.

When your phone buzzes again, you’re both nervous and desperate to answer it.

Lloyd Hansen: Just some food for thought.

Y/N: You can’t send texts like that to this phone, Lloyd.

Lloyd Hansen: Then give me the number to your personal phone.

Y/N: How much have you had tonight?

Lloyd Hansen: You know you want to.

Y/N: Go to bed, Hansen.

Lloyd Hansen: Come over here and get in it with me, Cupcake.

Y/N: Hansen.

Lloyd Hansen: You’ll cave. They always cave.

Y/N: Goodnight, Hansen

Lloyd Hansen: You enjoy yourself tonight. I know I will.

“A spoiled little brat,” you mutter as you throw your phone back into your purse.

“With a cock like that, he can be as spoiled as he wants,” Taj yawns as she turns on the TV.

“You go to sleep,” you laugh as you slowly start to make your way upstairs, walking not exactly your strong point at the moment.

“You two, babe. After you scratch that itch,” she teases.

“Oh fuck off,” you scoff as you make your way upstairs.

You’re ashamed at how quickly you pull out your vibrator as soon as you get in bed. It’s not like anyone needs to know that you’re gonna get off to that video multiple times, and you’re sure as shit not gonna tell him about it. Besides, if anything, you’re helping yourself not give in to what you want. You’ve been doing your job for basically your entire life, and besides few minor hiccups, you’ve never fucked up extremely bad.

As far as you’re concerned, fucking Lloyd Hansen would be a major fuck up.

After getting yourself off for the 4th time, you decide it’s time to call it a night, and that you’re done with any sexual ideas involving Lloyd Hansen. He’s just your last student and at the end of the month, you’re done with him and the current life you live.

When you wake up the next day, you’ve got a handful of texts on both your personal and private phone. You groan in frustration, opting to answer your go through your personal phone first.

Taj text you to let you know she got home safe and she’d text you later, they’re a few texts letting you know that your packages you ordered a week ago finally arrived, and your Father reminding you that you have dinner plans tonight.

Your work phone consists of texts containing information about your next job, the weapons and technology you’ll be using, texts from Lloyd.

Lloyd Hansen: Rise and shine, Doll Face. Hope you enjoyed your special video last night. Let me know when you want another, or when you want to make one together.

You groan in frustration as you roll over. Damn him for being able to read you like a book. Yeah, you can tell him to stop, but you don’t want him to. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked someone, and even longer since someone has been desperate to fuck you. Part of that is your fault though. After you last failed relationship, which turned out to be a setup anyway, you zeroed in on work. You decided that relationships can wait, but you only made that choice because you didn’t want to get burned again.

You were afraid.

Now, Lloyd is making it very clear how much he wants to satisfy you, and you want to give in so bad. You want to be rough handled, you want to be degraded, and you don’t want to be in control. God, you’re so fucking tired of being in control of everything all the time.You just want a release and you know Lloyd will give that you. Why? Because he loves being in control. You watched him contain himself every time you sent a bolt of electricity through his body, and in all honesty, it made you want him that much more. It made you want him because you knew that as soon as he got his hands on you, he’d tear you apart. He’d show you who was really in charge and that’s really all you want.

You want to be someone’s sex pet before you’re anyone’s wife. However: Lloyd is off limits.

By the time you’re at your Father’s house, your head is spinning.

“You’re not focused,” he mumbles as he stirs the sauce and you can tell he’s annoyed.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” you mumble before taking a sip of wine. “Besides, I’m not working, so why is it a big deal?”

“Because I’m trying to have a conversation with you.”

“No, you’re trying to talk me into staying, and I don’t wanna have that conversation.”

“Honey-”

“No Father, I don’t want to do this anymore. You didn’t give me a chance to figure out what I want! You just pushed this on to me and said it was the best fucking choice!”

“You’re good at what you do-”

“That doesn’t mean I want to do it!”

“Y/N, I’m just trying to keep you close so I can protect you.”

“Yeah? Like you protected Mom?” you bite.

“Watch it.”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“You decided that she didn’t matter and with her out of the picture, it was easier for you to pull the strings and control me!”

“Jesus Y/N, I couldn’t have saved your Mother even if I had wanted to!”he finally snaps as he throws sauce spoon down. “You swear you know every fucking thing and that I’m some heartless monster, but you don’t know shit! I had no choice but to leave her there! It was either you or her, and I chose you! The look in your Mother’s eyes let me know that she wanted me to choose you! You were only 7! You think I was gonna let my only child get killed?!”

“It’s not like you even wanted me!”

“You’re right, I didn’t. I never fucking wanted kids, and now that you’ve lived this life long enough, you can see why! However, the day you were born...it changed everything. I wasn’t even gonna fucking show up, but your Mother was dead set on having you and I wasn’t about to be some fucking deadbeat. You were ultimately my mistake, and I wasn’t about to just bail on you or your Mother. When she had you...when I got to hold you...you didn’t cry, you just smiled and grabbed my finger. You were so fucking happy and how the fuck was I supposed to just walk away? How was I supposed to not give a fuck? You are the first and only thing I’ve done that’s been right, Y/N,” he sighs. “I’m not a fucking moron, Y/N. I know this isn’t the ideal life, I know that forcing you into this as a fucking child was fucked up, and I know it was unfair, but I fucking tried! You think I’m against you having a normal life because I don’t want that for you? I’m your Father! Of course I want that for you! But you’re not built for that! Plus, I can’t keep you close! I can’t keep you safe!”

“Father-”

“No Y/N, you’re the only thing in this life that I’ve ever given a fuck about. I’m not a warm man, I’m not a kind man, and I’m sure as shit not a good man. I kill people for a living and I’m so fucking good at it, that they released me from prison to help out the government when they need it. I know the man I am and the life I live, but you are my child and I love you. So yes, I do want to keep you as close to me as possible. I know I’m not the parent you would have chosen, but I’m the parent you have and I’m fucking doing my best. Whether you believe me or not, I’m doing my fucking best,” he mutters as he wipes away a few tears.

In this moment you feel so incredibly small.

“I can’t keep living this life, Father. I can’t keep living this lie.”

“It’s not like you want for anything!”

“I want simplicity! I want to be normal! Every fucking time I hangout with Taj, I fucking lie to her! Do you know how much I hate that!? Yeah, it’s great that financially stable, but there’s more to life than that! I want to get married, I want the house with the white picket fence, I want kids! I want a normal life! The only thing I’ve ever wanted is a normal life!”

“Honey-”

“I turn 26 in two weeks! I’ve given my life to this job! Yay, I’m fucking good at killing people, but I don’t want to be! You’ve had me kill parents, kids, fucking elderly people, government officials, and so on! Do you know how much I hate myself? How much I hate the fact that I hate that I’m so good at this?! Other kids were playing in the fucking park, meanwhile, I’m at fucking target practice! No child wants that! I wanted rules, restrictions, to be grounded! I wanted to be normal!” you yell, tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t change your mind, can I?”

“Have you ever been able to?” you question softly.

“You have to follow the same procedure as everyone else. If you haven’t filed your papers in the appropriate time frame-”

“I know, I have to do another month so all the paper work can go through,” you mutter.

Dinner is awkward and silent. Neither of you says a word to the other, not even about the mission, but you know you’ll feel bad if you just leave him there. You both get through and set up another dinner date for next Saturday.

By the time you get home, you’re a wreck and you just want to hide in a hole forever. You’re over everything, and you know that you really don’t have much fight left in you. One more fight with Father and you’ll cave.

Just like you always do.

You decide to let your depression win and order a large extra, extra cheese pizza from your favorite pizza spot, before deciding that your night will end with you drunk.

You’re on your third glass of wine and second box of tissues when the doorbell rings.

“You’re not the pizza guy,” you sniffle when you open the door and find Lloyd standing there with a folder full of papers.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you step aside to let him in.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” you grumble, closing the door once he steps inside. “What are you doing here?”

“Your Father wants you to look over these files for Monday’s mission.”

“Why the fuck did he send you?”

“He said you wouldn’t take the files if he showed up with the paper work, and that it would be best for me go over them with you since we’ll be working together.”

“He’s not wrong,” you scoff, before finishing off your glass of wine and pouring yourself another glass. “Any specific instructions?”

“He said you’ll know how to handle it and he’s not worried.”

“How fucking kind,” you mutter as someone rings the doorbell. “Finally.”

You’re quick to grab the pizza and give a tip before making your way into the kitchen and grabbing a plate.

“You want a slice?” you ask Lloyd as you sloppily place two slices on your plate.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks as he looks you over.

You can’t really blame him for wondering. You’re in your worn, extra large Oxford crewneck, short shorts, and your hair is in a messy bun, and you’ve got red eyes from crying so much. You’re half passed tipsy and about to indulge in food you shouldn’t, all for the sake of comfort and false stability.

“I’m fine, Lloyd. Just another fucking Saturday. Do you want a slice or not?”

“Sure,” he mutters as he takes a seat at your kitchen isle. “I take it now is not a good time for me to ask you how much you enjoyed that video.”

“You would be very correct, Hansen. Very correct,” you mutter as you put a slice on a plate for him before trading the papers for the plate. “Oh, for fucks sake,” you mutter as you look over the first page.

“Something wrong?”

“For me? Yes, something is very wrong. Jesus, I hate this fucking job.”

“What do we have to do?”

“Kill an innocent woman to get to her snake of a husband. He’s apparently taken some very important files from people he shouldn’t have and now, he’s in the fucking wind,” you sigh as you continue to go over the paperwork. “Of course there’s a fucking child involved. Well, at least she has cancer. From the looks of this, she doesn’t have much longer to live.”

“That’s good?”

“It’s very good,” you mumble before taking a bite of your pizza. “Me killing this woman will be doing her a kindness. Her kid doesn’t have much time left and we’re going to kill her husband. Us keeping her alive would only give her time to plan her own suicide.”

“Is that what you tell yourself every time?”

“Every job is different, Lloyd. Some are easier than others, just like some are harder than others. However, this is pretty black and white. They’ll all be together again before the end of the month, so just leaving her alive while her husband and daughter are dead...it’s better this way.”

“People get what they deserve-”

“They clearly don’t, because this woman has done nothing to deserve this.”

“I don’t know how the hell you’re so good at this job being as emotional as you are.”

“Because, Hansen, it’s all about drawing a fine line, which is one of your main problems.”

“It’s a heartless job and I’m a heartless man,” he shrugs, taking a bite of pizza.

“No Lloyd, the rule is to be heartless, but only when you have to be!” you snap, annoyed with his coldness. “Anything else is just bullshit and you know it.”

“Ya know, if you hate this job so much, you can always quit,” he sighs, rolling his eyes.

“End of the month. You’re my final student,” you smile before taking another bite of your pizza.

“Yet, you still won’t fuck me.”

“Until I sign on the dotted line, the job comes first. Always has and always will.”

“I can still be your good little boy if we fuck.”

“Yeah, something like that doesn’t sound accurate,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine. “You barely passed my assessment,” you chuckle as your personal phone rings. “Hello my love!”

“I wanna hangout tonight,” Taj whines and you laugh.

“I can’t hangout this weekend. I’ve got work shit to do,” you sigh, looking over more paperwork.

“I thought you had weekends off?”

“Sometimes. I can only throw my bratty weight around so much.”

“How was dinner with your Father?”

“Well, I came home and cried and am slowly downing a bottle of wine, while eating a large pizza with extra, extra cheese. Soooo yeah.”

“What did he do this time?”

“It’s not even on him this time. It’s me and my shit, and he rightfully put me in my place about some shit. I don’t know, I gotta sort my shit out. I’m honestly too old,” you chuckle humorlessly, watching Lloyd as he gets up and grabs his own wine glass and pours some for himself.

“That’s why you should come out tonight!” Taj practically sings into the phone.

“I can’t,” you laugh, looking over the weapons detail list.

“You’re so responsible now. You were so much for fun in college.”

“I was so much more fun in college. My rebellious years.”

“The boys.”

“The body shots.”

“The jello shots.”

“The late night adventures.”

“And now look at us, one whore and one responsible adult.”

“We did graduate with honors though.”

“Oh how we sparkled,” she sighs and you giggle. “I’ll let you get back to it, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t go sounding all depressed and making me feel bad.”

“Well, I am depressed and you should feel bad.”

“I promise to be more irresponsible after I quit.”

“Like...pregnancy scare irresponsible?”

“Well, lets not take it that far.”

“I love you,” she laughs.

“I love you and I’ll text you later,” you smile before hanging up. You look up from the paperwork in front of you to see Lloyd drinking from his glass while eyeing you mischievously. “Shut up and sit down, we’ve got work to do,” you snap.

For the next two hours, you and Lloyd strategize and come up with a plan. A majority of the time you were telling Lloyd that he was going off the deep end, and he said that you weren’t being harsh enough.

“How about this,” you sigh, opening up another bottle of wine “I’ll take care of the woman and you take care of her husband.”

“I can handle the woman.”

“I can already tell from this conversation that I’m gonna fail you, and then you really won’t like me.”

“Yeah, because you’re so cuddly and sweet now,” he scowls, taking the bottle out of your hand and pouring himself a glass.

“Asshole.”

“I can’t wait to be in yours, Doll Face,” he smirks as he pours you a glass.

You open your mouth to say something, but decide that being a smart ass isn’t currently in your best interest because of how badly you actually do wanna fuck him. You roll your eyes before getting up and making your way into your basement.

“You coming?” you call once you reach the bottom.

“Well, it’s not like you gave clear instruction,” he snaps, as you hear him quickly coming down the steps.

“Yeah well, you’re such a smart ass, I figured you’d put two and two together,” you mumble grabbing two brief cases. “These are yours for this mission. Depending on how you do will determine what you can use for the next one,” you state, handing them to him.

“What is it?”

“If you open them up, you’ll be able to find out.”

“Ya know that smart little mouth would look amazing wrapped around my cock.”

“Shame you’ll never get to experience it,” you state firmly, meeting his heated gaze.

“Ya know,” he starts, throwing the cases down, “I know just how bad you wanna fuck me.”

“What gives you that impression?”

“I saw the way you were dancing last night, especially after our little talk,” he practically growls, moving closer to you.

“I just like to play with fire,” you shrug, standing your ground.

“I could just take you right here and now-”

“Careful Sweetheart, you’re supposed to be working on that impulse control of yours, or lack thereof.”

“I think I’m doing pretty fucking good seeing as I didn’t bend you over and fuck you on that little desk of yours after the first time you zapped me.”

The look in his eyes tells you just how much he’s restraining himself, and it makes you all that much more excited. You love that he’s not getting his way and you can tell that he didn’t think he’d have to put in this much work. Not giving in is both heaven and hell for you.

“Sometimes, you just can’t get your way, Honey,” you smirk, taking a step closer to him.

“I don’t like not getting what I want, Doll Face,” he growls.

“Get used to it.”

You both stand there, breathing heavy, not breaking the gaze you both have on each other.

All he has to do is touch you and you’ll have an orgasm on the spot.

“Now, be a good little boy, finish your wine, take the weapons home, and prep yourself for Monday.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Punishments are something I’m very good at,” you promise darkly, and you can see his fists tighten out of the corner of your eye.

“I’ll let you get away with this shit for another week-”

“Let me? Oh Honey,” you chuckle “sooner or later, you’re gonna figure it out: you’re not running the show.”

Lloyd’s pupils are fully lust blown and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this act. All you want is for him to throw you down and show you who’s really in control.

But work comes first.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” he growls before picking up the cases and storming out.

You hear him stop upstairs and you can only imagine that he’s finishing the wine, before you hear his footsteps again and then your front door open and slam shut.

You let out a breath you weren’t aware that you’d been holding and scrap your plans for the rest of the night. Instead of coming up with a fight plan, you spend the rest of your night in bed, fucking yourself with a vibrator, moaning Lloyd’s name every time you got yourself off. Of course the thought of just going out and getting fucked crosses your mind, but something tells you that it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as getting your back blown out by Lloyd.

Lust is truly an annoying thing.

When you wake up the next day, you tell yourself that all of your energy and concentration is gonna go to the mission. You don’t have time for hooking up or Lloyd and his bullshit. One wrong move and everything could go to shit.

However, you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never had better aim.

“You sound exhausted,” Taj says as you settle down on the sofa.

“I am. Being me is exhausting.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, Taj. A big fucking idiot.”

“Uh oh,” she sighs into the phone “what happened?”

“I’m just fucking annoying. I get in my own fucking way all the time.”

“Lloyd, your dad, or work?”

“It’s all the same at this point. I have a fucking headache,” you groan.

“Babe, you’re a grown ass woman. If you wanna sleep with Lloyd, sleep with him. Hell, I wanna sleep with him. Yeah, work comes first and all your other bullshit rules, but you’re not even gonna be there after the end of the month. Have fun and everyone else can go suck a toe. As for your Father, I love you, but he’s a piece of shit. I don’t know what the fuck happened at dinner yesterday, but he can fuck off. Him making a few points doesn’t make up for a fucked childhood and adult life. He doesn’t get to throw his weight around now because he wants you to be nicer to him. Sorry, that’s not how this works. When it comes to your job, FUCK YOUR JOB, BRO!” she yells, causing you to burst out laughing. “You’ve been so miserable since you’ve been working there and it’s not fucking worth it. Especially with you about to quit. I love you to death, but you’ve gotta stop living to make your Father happy. Do what you want. .Who you want. It’s your life and you can only live for you, babe.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Be pretty fucking miserable, I assume,” she chuckles. “How’s your week looking?”

“Busy as fuck. I think I’m gonna have to travel.”

“I never knew waste management involved so much traveling.”

“Conventions and health shit,” you murmur, hating have to lie to her again. “We can do something when I get back.”

“I suppose so. Do you know how long you’ll be gone for this time?”

“No, and I hate that.”

“Why can’t your dad go?”

“He’s delegating.”

“He’s being a lazy piece of shit,” she scoffs and you laugh.

“I gotta go though. Early day tomorrow.”

“Alright babe, I love ya.”

“I love ya back,” you smile before hanging up.

As you fall asleep that night, Taj’s words roll around, and you start to toy around with the idea of breaking your rules.

Just once.

**

“I told you, I don’t know anything!” the woman sobs hysterically as you tighten the clamps around her waist.

You’ve always had a thing for Medieval torture.

“Oh Sweetie, I know that’s what you’re saying, but I’m afraid I know that’s a pile of shit,” you coo softly, gently wiping away her tears. “I know you wanna help your daughter and he’s the one bringing in the money. I understand, but the problem is: stealing is wrong. Your husband stole files from some very important people and they very much want them back. So,” you sigh as you turn the crank and tighten the clamps even more as she screams “we’re gonna have to keep this up until you decide that you do know where he is.”

You can feel Lloyd’s eyes on you intently, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that he’s getting off on all of this.

Sick fuck.

“H-he’s in Bangkok!” she cries out. “He’s been hiding there for two weeks!”

“See?! I knew you’d be able to help us!” you smile sweetly. “Now, where in Bangkok is he?”

Her silence has you shaking your head in disapproval.

“I thought we were past this part, Love,” you sigh as you turn the crank and tighten the clamps around her head, drawing blood.

“Please!”

“Where in Bangkok is he?” you question softly, as her phone starts to go off. “Well, speak of the devil! Now, you’re gonna answer him and talk to him like everything is normal. No talking in code, crying, or giving any signs that something’s wrong, cause I’ll know and it’ll really piss me off, and we don’t want that do we?”

“N-no,” the woman sobs out, trying to compose herself.

“That’s a good girl, Love,” you smile, before softly kissing her forehead. “Now answer him and put it on speaker,” you demand gently, before walking over to the table and sitting on it, legs crossed.

“Hey honey,” she says in the most normal voice she can muster.

“What’s wrong Elizabeth? Is everything okay?” the man asks, and the woman looks over to you.

All you do is nod and smile reassuringly.

“Everything is fine, Richard. Just getting back from a difficult hospital trip,” she lies confidently.

‘Good girl,’ you mouth with a warm smile.

“I’ll be able to come home soon, Honey. I’m flying to London tonight and I meet the buyer tomorrow. After that, I can come home and we can pay for that operation for Liza,” he promises and you can hear the hopefulness in his voice.

You mask it well, but this whole situation is breaking your heart. You hate this fucking job.

‘Ask him where he’ll be,’ you mouth crossing your arms.

“In case there’s an emergency, where do I call if I can’t reach you on your cell?”

“The London Elizabeth Hotel, I’ll send you the details soon. I have to go though, Lizzie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Richard,” she responds softly, doing her best not to cry before hanging up.

“You did amazing,” you praise softly.

“Just tell me whether Liza-”

“No one’s gonna do a thing to your daughter, I promise,” you tell her wholeheartedly. “Now, I’m gonna need that information he’s sending you.”

“Please-”

“Elizabeth, I like you, I really do. I feel for you and I know that you’re trying to be a good wife and Mother, but if you drag this out anymore, you’re just gonna make it harder on yourself,” you promise as you tighten the clamps around her head.

She practically drops the phone in your hand as she cries out in pain.

“Good girl,” you smile sweetly. You make your way over to the table and grab your pistol off the table and quickly screw on the silencer. You make your way back over to her and stroke face softly, ignoring the pain you feel over what you’re about to do. “I promise, no one will lay a hand on your daughter.” you tell her gently.

Before she has a chance to respond, you enter two bullets into her head.

“Clean all of this shit up,” you sigh, turning to your mercenaries. “Get it done fast and get her out of here. You and I need to get back to headquarters now,” you mutter, looking at Lloyd before grabbing your things and quickly heading out.

The car ride is silent and you can tell that Lloyd wants to ask why you’re so upset, but the stone look on your face has him second guessing that choice. By the time you’re back at headquarters, you don’t even knock before storming into your Father’s office.

“Y/N.”

“He’s flying to London tonight so he can meet the buyer tomorrow,” you scowl as you sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He lets out a heavy sigh before meeting your angry gaze. “I know you’re angry with-”

“I’m not having this fucking talk with you, just tell me how you want us to approach this,” you snap bitterly.

“Y/N-”

“Do not,” you warn. “Tell us how you want to approach this.”

“You can’t-”

He’s cut off by you pulling out your gun and firing two shots into the ceiling. “That’s your final warning. Now, how do you want us to handle this?!”

He lets out a frustrated sigh because he knows he’s not gonna get much farther.

“Put a team together and you two go to London tonight. I want you staying at the same hotel as him, and I want eyes on him the whole time. No one does anything until he’s with the buyers. I want it done quickly, quietly, and neatly. You get in and you get out. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” you mutter before getting up.

“The girl will be dead before the end of the month anyway!” your Father snaps and you lose the little bit of composure you have left.

“Is that what you told yourself about Mom when you forced me to leave her for dead?! She was sick anyway, so what’s the point?!” you yell.

Your Father’s gaze goes from you to Lloyd and you scoff.

“Don’t get all fuckin’ shy on me now! I didn’t even wanna have this talk, but as per usual, you need me to not think the worst of you!”

“Y/N-”

“There was no reason to send me in there of all fucking people! You could’ve done that fucking job yourself then sent me to London! You knew how I’d feel and you made me fucking do it anyway! You love to twist the knife then play innocent. You are such a piece of shit!”

“You know I don’t mean-”

“Oh SHUT UP! I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say! Just send me the information I need and I’ll see you when we get back,” you scowl before storming out, Lloyd at your heels.

“What do you-”

“Pack your shit, meet me at my house, and we’ll go to the plane from there,” you snap as you get into your car and slam the door shut.

You cry almost the entire drive home. You’re quick to pack your things, ignoring your phone as it continues to go off, in no mood to hear anything your Father has to say. You feel slightly bad for snapping at Lloyd, but at the same time, maybe he’ll be scared enough to back off for a while, because that’s what you need more than anything.

When you hear the knock on your door, you scowl before rushing downstairs.

“I’ll be ready in a minute,” you sigh as you let Lloyd in. “Have a seat on the sofa or something.”

You’re quick to go back upstairs to your room and resume your search for your Mother’s necklace. You never travel without it, and it’s been so damn long that don’t remember where you put it.

“For fucks sake!” you snap, pushing everything off your dresser and starting to cry, again.

You really don’t have time for a breakdown right now.

“Something wrong, Doll Face?” Lloyd asks, making his way into your bedroom.

“Nothing,” you mutter, wiping your eyes. “I’ve misplaced something and I’m annoyed about it. I never travel without it.”

“Well, what does it look like?”

“I can find it on my own.”

“It’ll go faster if we look together, and then your Father will stop calling me.”

“It’s a necklace. A silver chain with a silver heart locket on it,” you sniffle out, looking over the things you knocked over as you wipe your eyes.

“A silver heart locket necklace. Got it,” he says softly as he starts looking around your room.

You’re not exactly comfortable with him looking around your room, but you both do need to be leaving soon, and you’re probably not going to find it in your current state.

You both search in silence for a few minutes before he calls your name from your closet.

“Is this it?” he asks, holding up a silver chain with a heart locket on it.

You’re quick to grab it from him and put it on. “Thank you,” you all but whisper. “We can go.”

You quickly grab your bags off of the bed before both of you rush downstairs, Lloyd grabbing his bags as you two go, and you both get in your car and drive off in silence. It’s not like you mean to have an attitude with Lloyd, but you’re just over the mission and wanna be done with it.

You want to be done with the life you currently lead.

“Ya know, if it helps at all, I don’t like your Father either,” Lloyd shrugs and a small smile comes to your face.

“Most people don’t.”

“You shooting off your gun to silence him? The sexiest thing I’ve seen you do yet, Doll Face,” he smirks and you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“Shut up, Hansen,” you smirk, feeling a bit better.

When you arrive at the pick up station, you ignore your Father almost completely, only acknowledging him when you snatched the files from his hand.

“Alright, listen up everyone!” you announce once the plane finally takes off. “Lloyd Hansen is in charge of this mission. Now-”

“What?” one of your mercenaries asks before thinking.

The glare you shoot him has him cowering in fear and you know it’s an accident he won’t make again.

“Now, he’s put a strategy together, it’s been given to each of you in the folders given to you upon boarding. Learn it. Memorize it. If you have any questions, he’s the one you ask. All the respect you show me, show him. If you don’t...well, you all know how good I am at punishments,” you smile sweetly before taking a seat. “Lloyd, if you have anything to say, the floor is yours.”

The look Lloyd gives you lets you know that you’ve given him a full on boner and just chuckle and shake your head.

Men.

As Lloyd gives his speech, you zone out and stare out the window. Fiddling with the locket, wishing that God would’ve left your Mother and taken your Father instead. You’re never able to make heads or tails of him, and that’s always been a huge issue for you. You know that when you leave the business, it’s only going to put more of a strain on the relationship you two have.

However, your thoughts have you feeling guilty, because you know that he does love you. He’s just an asshole who’s terrible with showing emotions. No, he wasn’t the type of Father that showed up to soccer games, or showed you how to ride a bike (you had a Nanny for things like that), but he was very protective over you. One day, you came home from school with a busted lip, because Ryan Baxter fancied himself a prankster. Your Father was understandably upset and wanted to know what happened. When he took you to the school the next day, he made you point the kid out, then proceeded to bust his lip and give him a black eye.

Poor Ryan was only 12, but he never bothered you again after that.

“Did you hear any of what I just said, Doll Face?” Lloyd questions lazily, taking a seat across from you, one chair over.

“Yes, I was listening. It helps that I record everything, so no worries, I’ll be able to go over everything repeatedly,” you smile sarcastically, forcing your gaze on him, still toying with your locket.

Lloyd looks you over and you roll your eyes.

“What?”

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” he scoffs.

“Well, I’ve known me for 25 years and still can’t figure that out. You have fun though,” you smirk, as you take the glass of red wine that’s been brought over to you.

“Anything for you, Mr. Hansen?” the stewardess asks sweetly.

“A few things, Sweetheart. I’ll take a glass of bourbon for now though,” he smiles coyly as the stewardess giggles before walking off.

“You work quick,” you chuckle before shaking your head and taking a sip of your drink.

“Jealous?”

“Of...? A spoiled little brat who’s desperate to stick his dick into anything? Or the fucking stewardess?”

“Oh, someone’s real jealous.”

“Lloyd, I’ve known you for all of 2 days and your file, while impressive, is 100% accurate. You have absolutely zero impulse control, no regard for authority at all, you are very much pig headed-”

“There’s a difference between confidence and pig headedness, Doll Face,” he corrects as the stewardess brings him his drink. “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he smiles as he looks her over. “I’ll have something for you later.”

The stewardess bites her bottom lip before looking to you, nodding, and quickly walking away. You just roll your eyes as you open up the file in front of you.

“You don’t like me, do you?” he questions with a devilish grin.

“I don’t have to like you, I just have to train you.”

“To be your good little pet.”

“To be the government’s good little pet.”

“You can teach me your favorite tricks,” he whispers in a seductive tone, and you hate the arousal that starts building between your legs. “How many times did you watch it?”

“Who says I did?”

“You gave yourself away in your basement, Doll Face. Deny it all you want, and hate me all you want, you wanna fuck me just as badly as I wanna fuck you.”

“I don’t reward employees for being winy little brats.”

“Then get me on my knees and make me work for your forgiveness.”

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know you’ll end up under Lloyd Hansen before you both get back to the states.

“You have work to do,” you mutter coolly.

“I’m looking right at,” he smirks.

“Um, Ms. Y/L/N, your Father is on the phone for you,” of your mercenaries tells you timidly.

“Tell him I’ll call him back,” you snap, not breaking eye contact with Lloyd.

“He says it’s urgent.”

You scowl before taking the phone. “Both of you, make yourselves busy and gone,” you demand.

Lloyd smirks knowing he has you right where he wants you, before grabbing his drink and some folders and making his way to another seat.

“What?” you hiss when you finally answer the phone.

“I want you to keep a close eye on, Hansen,” your Father sighs, and you can tell hes grown tired of your attitude.

“Not shit, Sherlock.”

“I mean it, Y/N. If you feel like he’s getting too out of control, step in and shut it down.”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job.”

“Y/N-”

“No, I don’t care if they’re giving you a hard job. This is my job. I always give you the best results, because I know what the fuck I’m doing. Don’t tell me to change it up now because the CIA is up your ass. I don’t work for them!”

“Technically, right now, we do.”

“They came to us for help, not the other way around. They don’t like my methods, they can go to someone else.”

Your Father sighs in defeat. “Y/N-”

“I’m over arguing with you today. Leave me alone to do my job my way.”

“Fine, one more thing.”

“What?”

“Do not sleep with him.”

“Excuse me?” you laugh incredulously.

“He’s got a reputation for a few things and I do not want him with you. He’s too out of control and a scumbag.”

“I can’t believe...whatever I choose to do with my time is my business. This is definitely not a talk we’ll be having ever again. Now, if you’re done trying to throw your weight around where it doesn’t fucking belong, I have to go,” you snap before harshly hanging up.

Whatever resolve you were hanging on to about not sleeping with Lloyd just went out the window.

You throw the phone down in the seat across from you, before getting up and making your way into the bathroom. The last thing you feel like doing is babysitting Lloyd and killing a bunch of people. You keep promising yourself that you’ll take a much needed vacation at the end of the month, but the thought of pushing that up seems more and more appealing by the second.

‘Just get through the mission,’ you tell yourself mentally.

For the rest of the flight, you listen to music, avoid Lloyd (who eventually does take that stewardess to the bathroom and does nothing to hide what it is they’re doing in there), go over the mission, and go through a bottle and a half of wine.

By the time the plane lands, you’re ready to settle under the covers and relieve your stress.

“When we get to the hotel, I want eyes and ears all over the damn place. If he takes a shit, I want know about it,” Lloyd warns, his voice low and dangerous.

‘Is there anything this man can do that won’t make your pussy wet as fuck?’ you chide yourself mentally.

“There’s more than enough time, so please believe that heads will roll if this shit isn’t done quickly and properly,” he promises ominously before making his way to the van.

By the time you arrive at the hotel, you’re in desperate need of some alone time.

“Ah yes, you, Mr. Hansen, and Mr. Fields will be in our suite on the top floor,” the concierge smiles at you as you check in.

“Who the hell is Mr. Fields?” you groan, now understanding the reason for your Father telling you not to sleep with Lloyd.

“Um, that would be me,” the IT guy says softly.

“Whatever, I’m tired and if I have one more argument, I’m gonna lose my shit,” you mutter. “Sorry for the confusion and thank you,” you smile softly at the concierge, before taking all the room keys and handing them out.

It makes sense that your Father had put everyone 2 to a room, and unfortunately, it makes sense that he put Lloyd in a room with you.

Lloyd is your pet until the end of the month after all.

However, a fucking heads up would’ve been nice.

“Do you need me for anything?” you ask Lloyd once all of you make it to the suite.

“No, Doll Face. You go...unwind,” he smirks towards you.

Fucking prick.

Nonetheless, you throw your things down on one of the beds, before grabbing a wine opener and one of the bottles of wine left out for all of you, and making your way into the bathroom.

It’s not like you have to work tonight.

As steam fills the bathroom, you open the bottle before slowly starting to undress, closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost in the feeling of being numb.

It’s not enough that you’re in a forever war with your Father about literally everything in life, hate your job, miss Mother, and have to lie to your best fucking friend in the world. Lloyd Hansen hasn’t even been in your life a full fucking week, and yet he’s somehow flipped your world on its head. All over lust. Are you really that desperate? Is he really that attractive? Are you craving a release that much?

As these questions and a million more run through your head, you take a sip from the bottle before stepping into the shower. Yes, you know that you need to be sharp for the mission, that’s not lost on you at all, but a little buzz has never hurt you in the past. You’ve been trained to always be ready for anything, and that’s not going to change now.

Even if all you want is for the world to swallow you whole.

You stand under the water and let it wash away all of the pain and sadness, anger and frustration, and secrets and all of the lies. You let yourself pretend that, just for a moment, you’re on a normal business trip. All the orders and demands you hear from the other side of the door? Well, lets just pretend those are coming from the floor below you.

You take your time lathering up, as well as washing off, your favorite soap; smiling when the scent of peonies fills your nostrils. Yes, in the shower, you can live in a land of make believe and happiness, but you know it can’t last forever.

As you turn off the water, you let out a heavy sigh being brought back so quickly to reality. This won’t be your last mission before your time in the business is up, and you’re more than sure your Father is going to put you up to even harder tasks just to prove a point.

You’re supposed to be a killer; nothing more and nothing less.

You wrap the insanely comfortable towel around your body before grabbing your personal phone; texting the only person in your life who ever makes any real sense.

Y/N: Lets go out when I get back.

 Oxford Princess: You’ve left already? Well shit lol. And yeah, sure! Anywhere in particular? And it’s late as shit by the way.

Y/N: Yeah, sorry about that, just can’t sleep. I wanna go somewhere that’s loud and I can dance.

Oxford Princess: As much as I love you being a clubber girl, are you sure you’re good?

Y/N: No, but I’m over talking about it, and I’m way over thinking about it.

Oxford Princess: You’re almost out of there, babe.

Y/N: Yeah, but not quick enough.

You sigh as you close your eyes and walk out of the bathroom, tossing your phone down on the bed and letting your hair down.

“If you would’ve waited 5 more minutes, I would’ve joined you,” Lloyd growled, causing you to jump.

“Jesus! Don’t you fucking knock?!”

“I was hoping to catch a glimpse, Doll Face,” he smirks mischievously.

“What do you want?” you snap.

“Well, I was going to tell you that I want you to look over these plans, but now...,” he hums, looking you over and slowly making his way over to you. “I have to tell you, I’ve never needed to have my dick inside a cunt so fucking bad.”

“Where are the plans, Lloyd?” you all but whimper, backing up slowly.

“The sitting area,” he husks, pinning you against the wall, making sure you feel just how desperate he is for you.

“Then that’s where we need to be.”

“It can wait,” he mutters, slowly tracing the outline of the towel. “How many times did you watch it?”

“Four,” you confess with a silent moan.

“Fuck.”

“Get on your knees,” you demand, finally losing all will to fight. It catches him sightly off guard,and you smirk because you now have the upper hand. “I told you, I don’t reward my employees for being winy little brats. You wanna fuck me? Work for it. You can start by showing me just how sorry you are for being so fucking difficult. Get. On. Your. Knees,” you demand.

The growl that leaves his mouth almost has whining like the bitch in heat you are.

When he’s finally on his knees you pull the towel from around you and let it fall to the ground. “Apologize.”

“Jesus,” he groans before quickly burying his face between your legs.

“Fuck! There’s a good boy,” you moan, lulling your head back as you grip his hair.

Lloyd wastes no time showing you just how greedy he is. He’s quick to hook your right leg over his shoulder, moaning in response to you grinding your cunt against his face as he sucks and licks on your clit. The more swirls his tongue in circular motions on your clit, the tighter you grip his hair.

When he slide two fingers into your weeping cunt, you arch your back and hiss in pleasure. “Off to a very good start,” you mewl “knew you could be a good boy,” you praise.

His left hand slowly travels up your body, only stopping when it finds target and grabs your left tit, painfully kneading it between his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good! So close!” you cry out, your eyes clenching shut as you find yourself on the cusp of the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.

He grips your tit tighter and adds a third finger to your cunt before fucking you faster. You look down to see his heated gaze on you, and you can tell that he can’t wait to bend you over the bed and fuck you until you’re a mess.

“Mr. Hansen, you should-oh, I’ll-”

“What?” he growls, breaking away for only a brief second before putting his mouth back where it belongs.

“I uh...you need to...-”

“WHAT?!” you snap, not liking being distracted from what you truly want.

“There’s umm, there’s movement and we should head out soon,” the IT guy stammers.

“Hear that, Doll Face? You’ve gotta give me what I want right now,” Lloyd breathes out before resuming his assault on your clit.

Maybe it’s because you’re desperate for a release, maybe it’s because someone’s watching, or maybe it’s just because Lloyd is so fucking good at eating your pussy, but your mind numbing orgasm hits in just a matter of seconds and you scream his name.

Lloyd licks and sucks on your clit, fucking you through it with his fingers, only stopping when you’ve come down from your high. He kisses your cunt before turning his attention to the IT guy. “I want all teams on this, send them ahead, we’ll follow behind shortly. We are not losing this guy. Make everyone aware that, if they fuck this up, they won’t only have to worry about punishment from Miss Y/L/N,” he warns darkly, his jawline tight as he catches his breath.

“Y-yes sir,” the IT guys stammers before practically running out of the room.

You groan when Lloyd removes his fingers and he slowly licks his way up your body. When he’s finally on his feet again, you’re both desperate for more. He leans in close, dipping down and roughly bites down on your neck, before soothing the sting lightly with his tongue.

“I can’t wait to rip you apart,” he whispers hotly into your ear, before nipping on your ear lobe. “Get dressed,” he demands before storming out of your room.

Oh, you’re definitely fucking Lloyd Hansen before you both get back to the states.

You’re quick to get dressed, ignoring the childish side that wants to tell everyone to go on without you and Lloyd so you two can destroy the suite.

Work comes first.

“I don’t feel as if I need to say this,” you start once you walk out of the room, grabbing your pistol and your work bag, “but if a word gets out about what you saw, you won’t speak another word. Understood?”

“Y-yes, of course,” the IT guy nods.

“Great,” you smile sweetly, “lets go.”

Lloyd can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire time the three of you are in the elevator, and his jawline is tight. Yeah, you’re excited that he wants to break your back in most amazing way, but this is why you don’t fuck your “students”. Lloyd is unhinged as it is. Him going into a “session” already worked up...well, it doesn’t seem like the best idea in the world.

“What do we know?” Lloyd demands as the three of you get in the van.

“He’s getting paranoid,” one of the mercenaries says “he asked for a meet up tonight, so he can ask for an earlier flight. He wants to get home to his wife and child.”

“He’s in for a shock tonight,” Lloyd scoffs and you roll your eyes.

Yeah, you’ll never want to pursue an actual relationship with him.

“Alright, Y/N and myself will take care of capturing Richard. I want all teams focused on taking out the buyers, by any means necessary. I want all mics on, so we hear every fucking thing, and no one makes a move before the deal is made.” Lloyd states. “Make it neat, make it quick, get it done.”

Once the van pulls up to the building, the special teams units wait until Richard is inside, before they slowly surround the building and make their way inside. While Lloyd gives instructions into the microphone, you jot down notes. You make it a point to be fair, and for the most part it’s not that bad. Granted, he really hasn’t gone into action yet, but he’s been a good boy...to an extent.

However, you can’t put that part in your notes. Especially since you’ll be telling on yourself too.

It sounds as if the deal’s about to go through before Richard starts to get hesitant.

“What do you mean it’s gonna take a couple of weeks for the money to come through? I was told I’d get it same day!” he shouts.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly coming to the realization that your trip is about to be extended.

“There were some...complications,” the other man says, coolly. “Your money will-”

“No, I need that money! I was promised that money! There are other men who have offered more money!”

“Things happen, plans change,” the other guy says nonchalantly.

“Deal’s off!” Richard shouts.

“Fuck,” Lloyd mutters before talking into his earpiece “all teams go,” he sighs before looking at you. “Looks like we’ve got some extra damage control to care of, Doll Face,” he smirks at you, before sliding the van door open and you both quickly head out.

The special teams he put together are quick to take out the buyers, but Lloyd in all his chaotic beauty, is slow to take in Richard.

“Who the fuck are you people?!” Richard questions desperately as he’s forced into a metal chair by the mercenaries, before he’s bound to it.

“We’re the ones who are gonna make or break you, Sunshine,” Lloyd smiles darkly as your mercenaries grab the quivering man’s arms and pin them behind the chair. “We know you’ve got another buyer waiting for you, and it would be in your best interest to tell us who it is,” Lloyd smiles as he lays his tools out on the tables.

“There’s no one-”

“Now, I’m gonna give a chance to think about your statement before I do anything. Here���s the thing, Sunshine, I know someone’s interested in this information.”

“I’ve been lying to-”

“You sure you want to start our relationship off on a tale of bullshit, Sunshine?” Lloyd questions with a sadistic smile. “Honestly, it’s your call,” he shrugs, placing his jacket nicely on the back of the metal chair across from Richard. “You know, your wife and child-”

“Leave them out of this-”

“It’s not use making threats, because your wife is already out of the game. Now, your daughter, Liza-”

“Please don’t-”

“As long as you cooperate, you have noting to worry about,” Lloyd smiles sincerely. “Between you and I, I have no problem killing a child, but it does make it a little hard to sleep at night,” he sighs. “Which is why I know you’ll be more than happy to help me solve this mystery.”

“Italy,” Richard sobs.

“Well, that’s no fun, I didn’t get to try out my little torture trick,” Lloyd chuckles darkly. “Where in Italy?”

“I’m not sure,” Richard sobs pathetically.

“Looks like I will get to use it after all,” he smiles sadistically before flipping a switch.

You hadn’t noticed before, but looking down, you see four metal rods surrounding the chair the poor man is sitting in.

“Shit! Please! Please! I’m not sure where in-”

“Boring,” Lloyd sighs, turning the dial.

“It burns!”

“It’s only gonna get hotter until you tell me what I want to know. Richard, I’m gonna let you know something: I always get what I want. The longer you  make me wait, the more annoyed I become. Now,” he sighs coolly, sitting back in the chair “where in Italy are these people?”

“Please-”

Lloyd just shakes his head and sighs “boring,” as he turns up the dial.

Yeah, you’re definitely gonna have to work on the cruel and unusual torture part a lot, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to fuck him right then and there.

It’s sad that it takes Lloyd Hansen for you to finally see the sexiness that comes with being unhinged.

“Venice! They’re in Venice!”

“Good boy, Richard,” he praises, turning down the dial only a little. “Now who are they and where are you meeting them?”

“Please, my daughter-”

“Will have a lot more than cancer to worry about if you don’t tell me what I want to know,” Lloyd growls, turning the dial up again.

“Please!”

“Where are you meeting them and who are they?” Lloyd demands, and you can tell he’s done being patient.

And that’s probably because he thought he’d balls deep in you by now.

“Caffé Florian!” the man sobs, and you’re almost ready to step in, but that would fuck up the assessment. “The Bernardi Brothers!”

“That’s a good boy. Now, I want you to text them and let them know the plans for tomorrow are still on. You’re going to lure them in and we will take it from there.”

“But my daughter-”

“Boring,” Lloyd growls, turning the dial up high.

“I’LL TELL THEM! I’LL TELL THEM!”

“Atta boy,” Lloyd smiles darkly, before flipping the switch off. “I’m proud of you, Richard,” he says sweetly, cupping the crying man’s face. “You’re doing really good. Now, piss me off or fuck me over...well, you don’t want to find out what happens when I’m angry. Get some rest,” he coos softly before turning to your mercenaries. “Clean all this shit up. Someone get me Frank on the phone.”

He storms out of the room and you let out a sigh of relief you weren’t aware you were holding on to. You really did think you were going to have to intervene.

You quickly follow him into the next room, quietly standing in the corner as you cross your arms over your chest, as Lloyd takes the phone from one of the mercenaries.

“Is it finished?” your Father asks as soon as he answers.

“The London part is. There’s another interested party in Venice,” Lloyd scowls.

“Is Y/N there?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” you respond softly.

“It’s your call.”

“No, it’s Lloyd’s call. This is his op. He’s in control until this is over.”

“You trust him?”

You look over at Lloyd who’s looking at you with a scowl and pure anger in his eyes. “Whether I trust him or not isn’t the issue here. This is his op. It all goes towards his assessment. Whatever lead he takes is the lead I’ll follow,” you shrug.

You don’t miss the extremely small glint of happiness in Lloyd’s eyes, though he’s quick to mask it.

“Y/N, this isn’t-”

“We’ve had this talk,” you harshly interrupt “I don’t give a fuck that CIA is up your ass. Honestly, it’s not my concern. I’m doing my job the way I’ve always done it, so you can either agree with me and have my back, or you can have someone else fix him. The choice is yours.”

Your Father sighs heavily “I’ll text you-”

“Lloyd”

“I’ll text Lloyd the information for where you all be staying until this is all sorted.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lloyd murmurs lowly.

The car ride back to the hotel is silent and tense, Richard whimpering in pain every time the van goes over a bump. Lloyd makes the mercenaries keep Richard with them, telling them to make him presentable for the meet up tomorrow, before sulking in the corner as the elevator doors close. By the time you, Lloyd, and the IT guy reach the suite, it’s painfully obvious that Lloyd has no intention of letting you get any work done.

“Take a walk around the city a few times,” Lloyd growls at the IT guy before slamming the door shut in his face. “Bedroom. Now,” he demands before starting walk to the room that you decided was yours.  

“I have to finish writing up this report,” you almost whimper, embarrassingly desperate for him to break you apart in the most pleasurable way.

“You can write about what a bad little boy I’ve been later, bedroom.”

“Lloyd-”

“This is the last time I’m gonna ask you, Cupcake,” he growls, walking back over to you and gripping face tight. “Bedroom. Now.”

You’re quick to obey this time.

“Such a bossy little bitch until it’s time to fuck, huh?” he snarls, practically ripping your shirt off of you. “Fuck,” he husks as he looks you over “can’t wait to break in that perfect little cunt.”

“Lloyd-”

“What did you call me?”

The look in his lust blown pupils lets you know exactly what he wants. “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smiles darkly. “Take off those fucking pants and get on your hands and knees for me on the bed.”

“Daddy I-”

“Keep making me repeat myself and we’re gonna have a real fuckin’ problem on our hands, Cupcake,” he warns darkly as he takes his shirt off.

It’s disgusting how badly you want to test that theory.

“Fuck,” you mutter, biting your lip as you look over his expansive chest, that’s covered in tattoos.

Yeah, it’s gonna be hard for you to quit him.

You’re slow to take off your pants and panties, loving the way you hold his attention, before slowly crawling onto the bed and arching your back.

“Such a desperate little whore,” he growls as he takes off his belt. In one swift move, your face is against the mattress and he’s binding your hands behind your back. “I take it you’re not a complete dumb cock slut, so I’m going to assume you’re on some sort of birth control.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, because I’m going to fill this cunt until I’m satisfied, do you understand me?”

“Yes!”

Lloyd roughly grips your hair and forces you upright, and you whimper in response. “Yes who?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“And don’t you fucking forget it,” he warns ominously before releasing you.

Before you can catch your breath, you hear him on his knees before you feel his tongue against your soaked folds. You cry out in pleasure mindlessly gripping at nothing as he uses his thumb to tease your clit.

“Daddy...please!” you cry out, clenching your eyes shut. All he does in response is slap your ass, hard, and your toes curl. “PLEASE!”

“Do you even know what you’re begging for?” he growls breathlessly, before returning to his assault on your cunt.

“I need...need to cum, Daddy please! I need to cum!”

As his strokes on your clit speed up, he starts fucking you faster with his tongue. There’s barely any time to brace yourself as you cum hard on his tongue, only falling apart even more at the growl that leaves his mouth while he’s cleaning up the mess hes made.

“I had no idea you’d be this fucking desperate,” he grunts when he’s finally back on his feet, undoing the zipper on his pants before stepping out of them. “Should’ve fucked you while I was interrogating that poor bastard. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you?” he chuckles with a grunt before thrusting himself inside of you.

“FUCK!” you scream, loving the way he painfully stretches you out.

“Little dumb cock slut,” he taunts “are you crying?” he laughs, fucking into you relentlessly, while one hands moves your hair out of your face.

“Feels...feels amazing,” you sob, still clawing at nothing, since your hands are bound.

“I’ll pretend I care and ask once,” he taunts “do you love being choked or slapped?”

“It all feels amazing,” you whimper, just trying to hold on for whatever he has has in store for you. “Just want you to dumb me down. I want you to control me, Daddy!” you cry out as you clench around him.

“God, I wish you could see just how pathetic you look right now. How pathetic and stupid you look,” he laughs darkly. “It’s all for me though, right? No one else has ever made you feel like this, right, Doll Face?”

“No! No one ever has!”

“There’s a good girl.”

“Please! Please let me cum!!”

“I shouldn’t fucking let you! Not with how much of a cunt you’ve been since day one!”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy! I’m so fucking...fuck!”

“Can’t even apologize correctly, but I should let you cum? That doesn’t sound right,” he chuckles, fucking you harder as he grips your hair. “To me, it doesn’t sound as if you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I can be such a good girl!”

“You can be such a good slut if it means you’ll get your way,” he huffs as his movements become erratic, his hand traveling down from your hair to your neck before he grips it tight.

“Daddy! Daddy...Daddy please!”

“Is my stupid little cock slut that desperate to cum?”

“YES!”

“Jesus, give it to me! Give it to me right now!” he demands

You scream his name as your orgasm washes over you, your legs almost giving out, as you sob in pleasure. You feel his arm around your waist as he shoots his load into you, and you practically collapse onto the bed.

“Oh, look at that,” Lloyd taunts, his breathing heavy “your Father still hasn’t sent any instructions,” he continues and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Guess I’ll just have to keep myself entertained.”

“God yes,” you mindlessly beg, as your nails faintly scratch against you wrists in a faint form of release.

Lloyd has you two more times before his phone finally goes off.

“Yeah?” he answers breathlessly, his cock still deep inside you. “The stewardess is more demanding than I thought she’d be....Y/N is more than likely asleep, Frank...I don’t know, you’d have to ask her...I don’t know, she’s been pretty upset since she killed the wife...once again, you’ll have to ask her...well, when I wake her, what do you want me to tell her?...Alright, I’ll...fuck,” he grunts as you start throwing your ass back against his hips.

Your way of letting him know that hes been on the phone long enough.

“Yeah no, nothing,” he grunts, gripping your hair tight as a warning, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Wheels up in an hour, I got it,” he grunts as you continue your movements. “Gotta go, someone’s a little needy,” he scoffs before hanging up. “Needy little whore,” he growls, slapping your ass hard. “Said you’d be a good girl!”

“Need you to fill me up again, Daddy,” you whimper pathetically.

“We gotta get ready to go, Doll Face,” he grunts as he pulls out of you, finally untying your hands “so, you’re gonna have to be a good little whore and cum one more time for Daddy,” he demands lowly as he harshly gets you on your back. “You can do that for me, right?” he taunts with a devilish smirk before thrusting himself inside of you.

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy!” you mewl, clawing at his chest.

“Jesus, Y/N!” he yells, his grip on you tight as he fucks you hard and fast. “You walk around in those tight little outfits, tits practically bursting out as you fucking torture people, and you made me wait to put you in your fucking place?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Daddy,” you whimper as he dips down and starts biting on your neck. “Shit! You make me feel so fucking good!”

“I know I do,” he chuckles darkly before licking up your neck before biting down on your earlobe, hard.

“Daddy please! Can I...I’m so fucking close!” you mewl as you claw up his back. You know you’re digging deep and just maybe drawing bits of blood, but it only seems to turn him on more.

You’re definitely not what he expected.

“Fuck, you squeeze me so fucking good!,” he husks in your ear, as one of his hands travel between your legs. “Give it to me right fucking now!”

“Ahh fuck! LLOYD!” you cry out as squirting hard as your orgasm consumes you, causing you to fade out of reality for just a moment.

“JESUS CHRIST!” he exclaims, filling you to the brim with his cum as he collapses on top of you.

The both of you of you lay there, breathing heavy, and completely blissed out. As you try to come down from whatever cloud you’re on (cause you’re way past cloud 9), your mind can truly only focus on one thing; you’re fucked.

You’re nowhere near ready to give up Lloyd, and by the way he just fucked you for over an hour, he’s feeling the same way. You want to be angry with yourself, because you set rules for a reason, but for the first time in forever, you finally feel content. You’ve finally achieved the release you’ve been craving and that has you feeling like it was all worth it.

“I think we fucked up by not stopping after the last time,” you giggle and Lloyd chuckles.

“The way this cunt squeezes me? Couldn’t stop, Doll Face,” he breathes. “You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” he smirks down at you after he pushes himself up “cause I took it easy on you this time.”

“Well, now I’m disappointed in you.”

“Oh, I’ll make it up to you when we get back,” he smirks mischievously before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

Another one of your rules is broken, but you can’t stop and don’t want to. Yeah, Lloyd Hansen is an arrogant piece of shit, but you now you know why. He’s good at what he does. Everything he does. He’s arrogant because he’s confident, and as you two get lost in one another with this kiss, you realize just how hard it’s gonna be for you to stop.

“Lloyd, we have to go,” you giggle as he kisses down your body.

“One more taste, Doll Face,” he mumbles before he’s on his knees and in-between your legs.

Needless to say; you’re both late to get to the plane on time.

However, you slept better than you ever have on the flight.

By the time you land down in Venice, you’re more than ready to finish up the trip and call it a day. You all set up shop in the mansion your Father has set up for you all. You do your best to write up your assessment on Lloyd, but you can feel his eyes on you.

When you finally bother to meet his gaze, you can tell that he gives less than a fuck about whatever you’re writing up about him. Which is why you’re currently bent over the sink in one of the bathrooms.

“Daddy,” you whimper as he fucks into you relentlessly “we have a mission.”

“Shouldn’t have worn this skirt, Doll Face,” he pants as his grip tightens on you. “Jesus, I can’t wait to get you in my fucking bedroom!”

“Shut up!” you moan softly.

“That’s right, we can’t have anyone knowing.”

“My Father will kill you, Lloyd. You wanna die before you fuck my ass?”

“Jesus!”

“I didn’t fucking think so, so shut up!”

“So fucking bossy!” he growls before wrapping a hand around your neck and you whimper in delight “gonna fucking handcuff you to my headboard and fuck you stupid, like the mindless little cock slut you are!”

“Daddy!” you cry out, clenching around him.

“Now who needs to be fucking quiet?”

“Need your cum! I need it so bad, please!” you beg pathetically, as quietly as you can.

“I should make you wait,” he teases as he slaps your clit with his free hand. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ bitch! I should make you wait till we’re back in states!”

“Daddy! That’s so mean!”

“It’s what you fuckin’ deserve, you little slut.”

“I’ve made you feel so good, Daddy! You’ve filled my pussy so many times, haven’t you? I let you fuck me in all the ways you want, you should let me cum!” you plead.

“Not in all the ways I want, Doll Face.”

“How else can I please you? I’ll do whatever you want!” you promise with a choked sob as his grip around your neck tightens.

“I can’t fucking get enough,” he growls into your ear before biting the shell of it hard. “You’ll make it up to me when we get back.”

“I promise!”

“Cum for me you little fucking whore! Cum for Daddy!”

“Lloyd!” you whimper as you find yourself getting lost in another mind shattering orgasm.

You’re not even aware that you’ve squirted all over the floor.

“When we get back,” he whispers hotly against your ear “that fucking perfect ass is mine.”

“You promise?”

“Keep it up and I’ll send everyone else out while we stay here and play around,” he warns and you giggle. “Now, get on your knees and clean off my cock. These pants were expensive and I don’t need your slut cum ruining them.”

“Daddy!”

“Do it, you filthy little slut.”

You quickly learn that, when it comes to impulse control, you have very little when it comes to sex with Lloyd. You and Lloyd spend an additional 30 minutes in the bathroom since he decides that he needs to teach you the difference between a clean up and a blowjob.

“Where are we at?” he asks, his tone menacing, when you two finally make your way back into the SIT room that’s been set up.

“They text me about 20 minutes ago asking me to leave earlier for the pickup,” Richard trembles.

“And you said?”

“It’s fine and I’m on my way.”

“Good boy,” Lloyd smiles at him before turning his attention to everyone else “lets move out!”

You’re quick to change into a pair of slim black pants and a black t-shirt, before packing your pistol and handgun into your bag and making your way out.

You do your best to ignore your throbbing, yet exhausted, pussy as you watch how closely Lloyd pays attention to every bit of information Despite his control issues, he’s very dedicated and committed to his work. That’s not the problem though. That’s never been the problem. The problem is that he loves what he does so much that he throws himself too much into it and looses himself. Lloyd Hansen isn’t a man that’s completely gone, he’s just a hard one to reel back in.

“I want these fuckers taken care of before lunch,” Lloyd tells everyone, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“What do you want us to do about the civilians?”

“Collateral damage if it gets out of hand,” he shrugs.

“Lloyd,” you warn, cutting your eyes at him.

“I’m in charge-”

“Until I think you’ve crossed a line. No one does shit until you think of a way to get everyone out safely. No mess, no scene, make it fast, keep it clean. We’ve gone over this,” you snap.

The van is quiet and you can tell everyone is afraid to say or do anything as you and Lloyd glare daggers at each other.

“Send Richard in then declare an emergency and tell everyone to evacuate. Take the bastards out then move out,” he demands, his angry glare never leaving you.

“But what about-” Richard starts.

“Do you really think now is a good time?” Lloyd asks coldly, shooting him a glare, and you feel your heart break.

Richard really believed that he would survive all of this and be able to get back to his daughter.

Poor fucking bastard.

Soon enough, everyone is filing out and all that’s left is you, Lloyd, and the techs.

“Come here,” Lloyd demands darkly.

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t make things worse for yourself when we get back, Cupcake,” he warns “now come here and sit on my lap. I want you to watch this with me.”

You know you shouldn’t, but can’t stop yourself as you slowly make your way over to him and sit on his lap. He pulls you close and grips your hair tight, and you bite your lip to suppress your moan.

“I should fuck you in front of everyone to show you who’s really in control,” he growls angrily into your ear.

“You have control in the bedroom, I have control on the field. I know you’re not stupid enough to forget that.”

“This is my op-”

“Until I feel like you’re taking it too far, Hansen,” you bite, grinding your ass against his very hard cock. “Don’t forget, Sweet Boy, I love to fuck just as much as I love to be fucked.”

“Jesus Y/N!”

“Now be a good and obedient little boy, or you won’t like what I have in store for you when we get back.”

“Y/N-”

“You think I won’t rip your pants off right now and fuck you in front of everyone? You think I won’t claim control in both the bedroom and the field?” you question, gripping his thighs as you continue to grind your ass against him.

“Doll Face,” Lloyd moans.

“There’s my good boy. Now, behave and pay attention to your mission. If I think you’ve done a good enough job, I might just let you fuck me on the flight back home,” you taunt as he groans, his hold on you getting tighter. “Now, can I resume my seat or do you need me to let you cum like the pathetic little shit you are?”

“Please,” he moans

“Please what? Finish your sentences, dumb boy.”

“Please let me cum!”

“I thought your pants were too expensive to get cum on?” you tease, picking up your pace.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, so fucking sorry!” he rasps as he buries his face into your back.

“So fucking pathetic, I shouldn’t let you cum at all. Not with how much of a spoiled little brat you’ve been. Wasn’t enough to let you control me in private, you had to try and throw your weight around when it comes to work?”

“I won’t do it again,” he whimpers.

“You fucking better not,” you moan, getting close to your own release. “Now be a good boy and cum for me so we can both get back to work.”

“Y/N!”

“What’s my fucking name?” you growl, fighting off your own release.

“Mommy!”

“Say it again, you ignorant little shit!”

“Fuck! Mommy!”

“Good boy, now fucking cum for me,” you demand as you lull your head back.

“Fuck!” he groans and his grip on you lets you know that he came hard.

“Sweet, sweet boy,” you moan as your relief washes over you.

It’s pathetic how sick the two of you are.

“Now, be a good little boy and watch the monitors. You’re supposed to be working,” you breathe out.

“Y/N,” Lloyd moans as he runs his hand though your hair, the tip of his nose grazing the side of your neck before he bites down on it.

“Lloyd, go do your job,” you warn, with a moan.

“Yes ma’am,” he husks.

You slowly get up and sit back down in your seat, while he readjusts himself.

“If anyone utters a word about what just happened, to anyone, I’ll fucking kill you myself. Understand?” Lloyd questions menacingly.

Everyone says ‘yes sir’ in unison and you can’t stop the smirk that comes to your face.

The hit goes off easy enough, Richard being the first to die, and they’re no civilian casualties. While you’re happy enough that everything went according to plan (for the most part), your heart still breaks for Liza. Yeah, she’ll be dead before the end of the month, but still. Both parents? Hell, you got left with the worst one, but at least you have one. You make a silent promise to yourself that you’ll stay by her side until the very end.

“I’m working, Sweet Boy,” you tell Lloyd as you feel his intense gaze upon you.

Since you both have gotten on the plane, you’ve held all of his attention, and you almost feel sorry for the poor stewardess who wants a repeat of last time.

“Then close your legs,” he practically whimpers.

“I thought I was doing a courtesy,” you snicker.

“Not when I can see it but can’t touch it.”

“Who said you can’t get on your knees and satisfy the both of us?”

“Oh? You don’t care anymore?”

“Everyone has it on high authority to not say a word about what we do, so I don’t know why you think I’ll be shy about anything.”

“Oh, I get it, you’re mad at me,” he smirks.

“I’m not mad about anything, Lloyd.”

“You’re not happy with me? Did I fail your little assessment?”

“You already knew you weren’t going to pass.”

“I wasn’t nice enough to Richard?”

“They had to peel bits of his skin off of the chair, Lloyd.”

“That’s more his fault than mine,” he shrugs “come over here and show me what I did wrong.”

“Lloyd.”

“Yes, Mommy?” he pouts.

“Fuck!”

“Sit on my lap so I can see what I did wrong.”

“No, because I actually have to get work done.”

“Who says I won’t let you?”

“My bare pussy.”

“I’ll stop the minute you tell me to.”

“Lloyd.”

“Be a good girl and sit on my lap, and I’ll be a good boy and listen to your criticism,” he smirks.

Once again, you find yourself doing what you shouldn’t and straddle Lloyd.

“Daddy,” you moan as his fingers tease your clit.

“No, you’re supposed to be telling me how I can improve,” he teases before biting down on your collar bone.

“You’re too mean, Daddy,” you moan “you’ve gotta gain control over your impulses, and watch the things you say.”

“Will that help me pass your little class?”

“It’s the only way you’ll pass, Daddy,” you gasp as he slides two fingers into your soaked cunt. “Gotta do better.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“The...fuck,” you whimper “the CIA isn’t gonna let you be their little whipping boy.”

“Maybe I wanna keep being your good little boy.”

“Lloyd,” you moan, lulling your head back as you cum on his fingers.

“You look so fucking pathetic,” he chuckles darkly. “I want to fill your pussy with my cock so fucking bad,” he groans, as you grind your wet cunt against his clothed cock.

“You said you’d be a good boy,” you whimper.

“You are so fucking sexy when you’re trying to hold on to control,” he chuckles.

“I swear to God, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone,” you growl, regaining some composure, as his hands travel up.

“Shut the fuck up and taste yourself on my fingers.”

“No,” you moan.

“No?”

“You need to remember who’s really in charge,” you snap.

“You’re the one grinding your bare and soaked cunt against my cock, Cupcake.”

“I can stop right now, if you wanna keep being a little shit.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns with a low growl.

“Then fucking behave,” you demand before slapping him hard across the face.

“You little bitch!”

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again.”

“No you won’t.”

You slap him again and his grip on your thighs tighten “I’m not afraid of a spoiled little shit, Lloyd,” you groan as you start to undo his pants. “I really think you just want me to fuck you. That’s why you’re being such a spoiled little fuck.”

“I’ve already had your perfect little cunt, and you all but promised me that ass-”

“I promised you my ass when you were being a good boy,” you correct as you take him out of his pants.

“Oh fuck!”

“Why should I do anything to make you happy now? You’re being such a little shit,” you moan as you adjust yourself, before sinking yourself down on him.

“Shit!”

“No one makes you feel as good as I do,” you moan as you ride him, “ so why should I reward you?”

“Cupcake!”

“In fact, I should make you fuck me in all the ways I love!”

“You should, Mommy!”

“Look at you,” you scoff as you pick up your pace “so fucking pathetic, it’s embarrassing,” you chuckle.

“Watch it, Cupcake,” he warns as he grips your throat.

“Tread lightly, Lloyd,” you warn as you pick up your pace “don’t want you to lose out on any of your privileges.”

“Such a fucking cunt!”

“Want me to get off of your cock right now?”

“Try it and you won’t be able to walk straight for a month!”

“Promise Daddy?”

“You dumb little cock slut!”

“Mi-Miss Y/L/N,” one of your mercenaries stammer.

“How may I help you?” you moan as Lloyd starts slowly kissing down your neck.

“Your Father...he’s on the phone and-”

“Is it important? I’m in the middle of a lesson,” you growl as Lloyd grips your waist painfully tight.

“He wants to know about the mission and-”

“Tell him I’m sleeping and I’ll call him back,” you whimper as Lloyd starts to take control.

“He says the CIA-”

“I don’t give a single fuck!” you cry out, cumming hard for Lloyd.

“Tell him she’ll call him back,” Lloyd demands menacingly, gripping your ass before standing up and you wrap your legs around him.

“Daddy!”

“I know, Doll Face,” he chuckles before kissing your collar bone. “So fucking needy.”

“Don’t act like you fucking aren’t,” you command as you grip his face. “I’ll make this the longest fucking flight of your life.”

“I wish you would,” he smirks as he makes his way to the bathroom.

The minute you two are in the bathroom, Lloyd pulls out, sets you down, forcefully turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, and thrusts himself inside of you.

“You know,” he husks as he thrusts into you hard and fast “this has got to be the best little snatch I’ve ever been in,” he praises.

“Of course it is,” you whimper, gripping the sink as you drop your head, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Arrogant, aren’t we?” he chuckles as he grips your neck tight, forcing your gaze on the mirror. “Want you to watch, Doll Face. Watch yourself come apart on my cock again,” he whispers against the the shell of your ear before licking it.

“Lloyd,” you whimper, clenching around him, desperate for a release.

You don’t know why you can’t get enough of him. He’s not someone you’d usually be attracted to, his personality alone makes you want to punch him in the dick. But there’s just something....something that makes you want him to use you as his own personal sex toy. Of course, that’s until he steps out of line.

“Give it to me, Doll Face!” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic.

“Fuck, fuck!” you cry, cumming hard for what feels like the millionth time.

How you two aren’t spent already has you completely at a loss for words.

Lloyd moans into your hair as he fills you up. “Best fucking pussy,” he breathes and you chuckle.

“You need to rest and I have work to do,” you sigh.

“I guess you’re right,” he sighs, kissing your neck a few times before pulling out with a groan.

You both get yourselves cleaned up and ready in silence, before Lloyd opens the door for you and you walk out. The look in everyone’s eyes has you ready to burst out laughing. You’re more than sure that your Father told them to report back to him if you and Lloyd do anything you shouldn’t be doing, but you also know they’re all deathly afraid of you, and probably Lloyd too, since they saw him give a man third degree burns and enjoy it way too much.

Yeah, your Father is scary, but he created a monster much worse than him, in some ways.

For the rest of the flight Lloyd sleeps on the seat across from you, and you fill out your evaluation form on him. No, fucking him a million times wasn’t in your best interest, especially since you still have to train him for the rest of the month, but you have a feeling that it helped. Lloyd is slightly more agreeable when he has something (or someone) to take his anger out on. You being just as fucked up as him in a sense, makes it a little easier for him take orders and not be as psychotic as he is.

Now, if only you could find something besides your body to get him to stay in line.

By the time the plane lands, you’re more than ready to get off of it. You’re barely sure what day it is.

“You don’t ignore my calls,” your Father barks the minute you step onto the tarmac.

“This can wait until tomorrow,” you mutter, walking right past him.

“Y/N-”

“I’ve been out of the country and away from my bed for what feels like 3 days. Maybe it has been, I don’t fucking know at this point. I don’t know what fucking time it is, but it’s dark outside, so I assume I’m supposed to be sleeping at some point, but I probably won’t because I’m gonna be all fucked up for a few days. Whatever you want to rake me over the coals about can wait until tomorrow!” you snap, finally bothering to meet his angry gaze.

His gaze is still angry, but he sighs in defeat. “I want you both in tomorrow at 7.”

“Of course, why would we get to sleep in?” you mumble.

“Fitzroy and Cahill are gonna be there tomorrow.”

“What the fuck for?”

“They wanna know how its going.”

“It hasn’t even been a full week!”

“Not my call.”

“Fucks sake,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “Yeah fine, see you at 7,” you mutter as both you and Lloyd make your way over to your car.

“Why is he going with you?”

“Jesus, what are you? A cop?! I had him meet me at my house and I drove us both here. His car is at my place.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m too fucking tired to argue with you. I’m too tired, I’m tired of fighting with you in general, and I don’t feel like doing it. I’ll you tomorrow,” you mutter before getting into your car. You let out a deep sigh and look over at Lloyd, whose gaze on you is intense. “You ready to play around some more?”

It’s pathetic that you two aren’t sick of each other yet.

By the time you pull into your drive and get out of your car, Lloyd is all over you and you don’t want him to stop.

“Don’t think I can wait for us to get to my house, Doll Face,” he rasps against your lips as you two make out against your car.

“I don’t want to wait,” you whimper, undoing his pants.

“Something tells me that you’re a woman with handcuffs.”

“I’ve got all the toys, Daddy,” you smirk up at him.

The minute you get you two into the house, Lloyd picks you up and carries you to your bedroom.

“You may not be able to walk straight for a couple days,” he smirks down at you as he takes off his shirt, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan. “I’m sure you won’t mind it though.”

Lloyd isn’t gentle with you at all and, of course, that just makes you even more excited. Sure, you both need to be asleep, but primal need you two have for one another won’t let either of you stop.

Or think straight.

“Fuck! Daddy, you promised!” you whimper as he pushes the setting on vibrator higher, only causing you to pull tighter against your handcuffs.

“Oh, we’re getting there, Doll Face. There’s something I want you to do for me,” he smirks, watching your legs shake.

“How can I please you?”

“Fuck, you really are a little cock slut aren’t you?” he muses as strokes himself. “Wet Daddy’s cock with pretty little mouth of yours,” he demands, roughly gripping your face.

Your only response is to open your mouth wide for him.

“Who would’ve thought that a controlling little cunt like yourself, could be such a good girl?” he grunts as he starts fucking your mouth. You close your eyes and moan at his words, getting more and more worked by him face fucking you and the vibrator between your legs. “Tsk tsk tsk,” he taunts before pinching your nipple, only causing you more pleasure. “You know better, eyes on Daddy,” he demands.

You look up at him with blurry eyes, feeling your release build up. You ball your hands into fists as your toes curl, trying to hold off your release. You didn’t wait for him to tell you to cum the last time, which why you’re in the position you’re in now.

“Dumb little whore needs to cum, doesn’t she?” he taunts and all you can do is moan. “Learned your lesson this time?” When you let out another muffled moan, just a little bit louder, he laughs at you, and you hate that you’re not even the slightest bit embarrassed. “Cum for me, Doll Face.”

You cum hard, squirting all over your bed and Lloyd lets out a low and feral growl.  

“Jesus, gotta get in that ass now,” he grunts, gripping your face and taking his cock out of your mouth. He’s quick to throw aside the vibrator, and you honestly don’t give a fuck if hes broken it or not. “Get on your fuckin knees,” he demands.

You obey as quickly as you can, your arms crossing as turn yourself over. You do your best to grip the bars on your head board, because you know this is going to finish you off.

“I’ve waited so patiently for this perfect little ass,” Lloyd growls as he opens up the bottle of lube, applying some to your asshole, before starting to stroke himself. “Such a wild little thing,” he grunts before slapping your ass hard.

“Fuck,” you hiss, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Daddy please!”

“Tell me how bad you want it, Doll Face,” he whispers harshly as he hovers over you.

“I’m fucking desperate for it,” you whimper like the bitch in heat that you are.

“Dumb little cock slut,” he chuckles before pushing himself inside the one place you’ve both been dying for him to fuck. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“Lloyd!” you cry out, your whole body writing in pleasure. “God yes!”

“Fuck, this ass is amazing,” he growls, gripping your hips tight, pumping into you hard from behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Can’t get enough of you,” he grunts.

He dips down and starts to bite and suck on your shoulder, as your toes curl. You start whining as his tongue starts lightly tracing over your back, and you know you’re gonna cum soon.

“What do you need, baby?” Lloyd husks as you grip the bars tight.

“Need...need to...fuck, you feel so fucking good! I need to cum, please!”

“Make a mess for me, Doll Face,” he demands, before kissing your shoulder blade.

“Fuck, Lloyd!” you whimper as your relief washes over you.

“Fucking amazing, best little slut I’ve ever had,” he moans, and you can tell he’s close.

“Are you gonna fill my ass, Daddy?

“Not until I make you cum for me again,” he growls, picking up his pace.

“Lloyd,” you whimper, your toes curling yet again as he kisses up and down your back. “Never felt this good.”

“Yeah, baby? Best fuck you ever had?”

“Fuck Lloyd, yes! Fucking best ever!”

“Then show me,” he demands with a growl. “Show me how good it feels and cum for me one more time,” he groans as one of his hands travel down between your legs, teasing your swollen and overstimulated bud.

“Shit!”

“I know you can cum for me one more time, Doll Face! You’ve been so good for me!”

“I’m so fucking close!” you sob, throwing your head back in ecstasy, as he grips you tighter and holds you close to his chest.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Doll Face,” he groans, pressing his forehead to the back of your head. “Fucking gorgeous and the best little slut. You take everything so well! Now, be the good little girl and give Daddy what he wants,” he practically begs.

“GOD!” you scream as your orgasm washes over you so hard, your legs almost give out completely, and you fade out of reality.

“Shit, Y/N!” he grunts, spilling his seed into you as he tries to ride out both your highs.

The room is silent except for you and Lloyd’s labored breathing, and you try and think about everything you’ve done with him over the last few days.

How much you’ve broken your own rules.

“Shit,” he groans as he pulls out and you hiss in dissatisfaction at the emptiness you feel. “Fuck,” he chuckles, and you can tell you’re probably all marked up.

The minute he undoes the handcuffs, you collapse onto the bed, which is soaked (more your fault than Lloyd’s). You can already feel the soreness starting up, and you know that Lloyd was true to his word and you will be walking funny for the next few days.

“Anything I should have a heads up for, for tomorrow?” he asks as he gets dressed?

“No, we talked about everything already. You didn’t do great, but you didn’t do terrible. Just gotta find your ‘in the middle’,” you yawn, not even bothering to get under the covers. You look up at him, your eyes barely open, as your hair slightly falls in front of your face, and he smirks down at you.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll Face,” he whispers softly before dipping down to kiss your forehead, before walking out.

You don’t like the happiness you feel at the small gesture.

You look over at your alarm clock that reads 1:30am, and groan in frustration. So much for a decent night’s sleep. You’re quick to set your alarm and pull on one of your college crew necks that’s lying on the floor from the mess you made before you left for your mission, and slowly drift off to sleep.

As fade out of consciousness, you tell yourself that whatever you were feeling towards Lloyd is over and done with now. He’s claimed every part of your body that he can, repeatedly, and you want nothing else. You needed something to take the edge off, he gave it to you, and that was that. From here on out, he’s nothing more than your final job.

Oh, how you love to lie to yourself.

**

When your alarm goes off, you feel like you’ve only blinked. You lay in bed and wonder just how much you really care about making anyone happy, before reminding yourself that your work always comes first. You’re slow to shower and get ready, and there’s no real speed to get to work. Once you arrive at headquarters, you take a deep breath and lay your head against your steering wheel.

‘After this month, you’re done with all of it,’ you mentally tell yourself as try to build yourself up to go in there and keep up the facáde you always wear.

As you make your way into the building, you feel a a pair of eyes on you, and without even looking you know exactly who they belong to.

“Hansen,” you greet, as you continue walking, “is everyone here?”

“Waiting for you.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m late.”

“I think your Father was expecting you to be early.”

“Well, I had a bit of a late night,” you smirk as you both approach the meeting room.

“Might explain why you’re walking a little funny,” he teases, cocking an eyebrow.

“Might,” you giggle before opening the door. “Good morning everyone,” you sigh; your mood and tone changing instantly as you make your way into the room.

“You’re late,” your Father barks.

“No, you came in early and stupidly expected me to do the same. That falls on you, not me,” you smile sarcastically at him. “As for everyone else, hello,” you smile at Fitzroy, Cahill, Carmichael, and a woman you’ve never seen before. ‘Oh, someone new? She’s about to be annoying as shit,’ you think to yourself.

“Good Morning,” Ms. Cahill smile towards you “how’d the mission go?”

“As well as expected, slightly better,” you shrug with a sigh as you take your papers out of your folders. “Yeah, there’s a lot to work on, but they’re also a lot of strengths that need to be considered. You want the good or the bad first?”

“The bad, I guess,” Fitzroy sighs.

“His main issue is his cruel torture methods and his lack of regard for authority.”

“Give me a fucking break,” Lloyd mutters with a scoff.

“As he just demonstrated, he and authority don’t do well, unless he’s the one running the show. That being said,” you quickly amend “when left in control, he leads with a smart and stern fist. Though his methods are a little cruel, and sometimes heartless, they’re good. Really good. When he has a task, he’s dedicated and he’s laser focused. He’s extremely good at what he does, I just need to get him to tone it down a notch,” you shrug, sliding your files over to Cahill and Fitzroy.

“We want to see him in action on our own,” the young woman you’ve never met says. “We need to track down a man who stole some...documents from us.”

“And you are?”

“I’m Suzanne Brewer.”

“Well, Suzanne, he’s not ready yet. It hasn’t even been a week.”

“You just said-”

“Yeah, he did pretty good under supervision. He’s not ready to be on his own.”

“We want you on this mission with him,” Carmichael interjects and Lloyd shoots him a glare.

“I think the fuck not,” you scoff, leaning back in your chair. “Not me, not at all.”

“Y/N-”

“Did you tell them that I’d agree to this?” you snap at your Father, whose somehow sunk further into his chair.

“I said that you might be willing to depending on-”

“He fucking lied to you all, because I will not be working for the CIA ever again,” you laugh incredulously.

“You don’t want to help your government?” Fitzroy asks, his temper starting to show.

“You know damn well that I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because fuck the government and fuck you!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air as both, Lloyd and Carmichael stifle a laugh. “The last time I helped out your little crew of minions, I got burned. I got burned, bad. I won’t be making that mistake ever again.”

“This is a chance to-” Suzanne starts.

“SHUT UP, SUZANNE!” you snap, deciding that you no longer need to keep your cool.

“Y/N-”

“It’s like you can’t stop yourself from being a piece of shit!” you snap at your Father. “How can you agree to something, for me, without even asking me?! With him?!” you practically scream, pointing at Fitzroy.

“I just thought-”

“No, no you fucking didn’t, so don’t say you did! Unless your next fucking statement is, ‘I just thought of myself’!”

“Now is not the time for one of your family squabbles,” Fitzroy sighs, and it takes all you have to not jump across the table and wring his neck.

“I’m sorry, the last time I “worked” for the CIA, wasn’t that whole thing supposed to be under your supervision? Training your precious Sierra Six? With the partner you appointed me?” you question hotly, and now Fitzroy is the one sinking into his chair. “I’m sorry, I can’t fucking hear you!”

“I’ve apologized for that-”

“Your apologies don’t mean shit! None of your apologies mean shit to me! Listen, I know that at the end of the fucking month, I’m out! However, until that time comes, I do my job the way I’ve always done it! No interference, no suggestions, no one in my fucking ear about what I should do, none of it! This is my job and it’s mine for a reason! If you don’t like the way I do things, find someone else! I’m not my Father! I’m not going to change my methods because it makes you all uncomfortable, so you can take what I have to offer or leave it!” you bite, meeting everyone’s gaze. “I’ll leave you all here to think about it,” you huff before standing up and storming out.

You faintly hear your Father call after you, but you don’t care to stop. You don’t care about anything. It’s bad enough that this is the second time that your Father has tried to stop you from doing it the best way you know how, in an attempt to save an outsider’s ego, but for Fitzroy to pull that shit and pretend that he doesn’t know why you’re acting the way you are?

Once upon a time, you were Fitzroy’s favorite. He thought you were funny and witty, he loved that you didn’t take shit from anyone, and he loved the fact that you always stood your ground; no matter what and against everyone.

Then a mission went very wrong and your heart got broken, bad. Yeah, he tried to apologize, and for the most part, you didn’t blame him. Still the damage was done and a rift formed.

“Are you okay?” Lloyd asks as he makes his way into your office as you wipe your eyes.

“Happy. So fucking happy,” you sob, trying to pull yourself together. “I guess they’re all afraid of me if they sent you in.”

“Basically.”

“What did they decide?”

“They won’t try to control the choices you make anymore...”

“But?”

“Suzanne’s going to stay until the end of the month.”

“Fitzroy?”

“How’d you know?”

“Because fuck him,” you mutter, swiveling in your chair and looking out at the view from your window. “I take it our next mission won’t be for the CIA?”

“No, we’re not moving past this that quickly,” he practically demands.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” you mutter, still gazing out the window and feeling slightly bad.

“What exactly am I in the middle of right now?”

“Everyone wants to control me right now, basically.”

“Y/N-”

“Once upon a time, my Father and I trusted Fitzroy, mind you, I only trusted him because my Father did. Nonetheless, Fitzroy and I became close. I talked to him about everything, because I could never talk to my Father about anything. Whatever he said was law and my Father hated that, because I never had the same faith and trust him that I did with Fitz. Anyway, long story short, the last time I worked with Fitzroy and the CIA, was the last time I was in a real relationship. I let my guard down for just a moment and it...it backfired,” you sigh, wiping your eyes. “I just took the guy as just my temporary partner. I didn’t expect to fall in love, nor did I want to, but I did. Then...”

“Then?”

“Then everything went to shit. I was engaged, my Father actually liked the guy...the only person who saw through all of his shit was Taj, which is why she’s the only person who I truly trust to this day. Anyway, things were going great until he slipped up. He brought up Sierra Six, Carl Gentry, at the most random time, and that’s what set everything in motion. What did him in was that he was the way he would question me about him, it was never like he was jealous but more like he was looking for information, and that gave him away completely. So, fast forward to everything hitting the fan, I was the one to take out my own fiancé out, 2 months before our wedding,” you smile weakly, swiveling around to meet Lloyd’s gaze. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you need to take care of me.”

“I am not.���

“I’m a big girl, Lloyd. Whatever issues I have at this point, are my own. Anyway, Fitz felt like I blamed him and I don’t know, maybe I did. I didn’t think I was, but there was very much a change on my end. We started to drift apart, which made my Father happy, and it eventually led to an argument at my Father’s house. Voices were raised, feelings were hurt, and eventually a fist fight broke out that I had to break-up. Fitz said some nasty things to my Father about how my Mother is better off dead because she doesn’t have to deal with him, and I told him that we all needed to call it a night because enough’s been said and done. He took that as me taking my Father’s side and said Matthew was the lucky one in all of this because he doesn’t have to deal with me and my shitty family. I, in all my glory, snapped like the crazy piece of shit I am and my Father ended up having to shield Fitz from me and get him out of the house. Ever since then, he’s been nothing more to me than a pain in my ass,” you sigh, looking down at fingers; fiddling them to try and fight off the tears that you weren’t in the mood to cry,

“Your Father seems to be on better terms with him now,” Lloyd comments, and you can tell that he senses how much you want to change the subject of you and Fitz.

“Fitzroy works for the government, so he can offer my Father a lot of money. My Father likes making a lot of money. They made up pretty quickly.”

“You and Fitz?”

“I don’t hate the man, but I wouldn’t be upset if I never had to see him again,” you shrug.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be be so open with me, honestly.”

“Well, you’ve fucked on a plane full of people and in every hole I own, so,” you shrug as Lloyd bursts out laughing “I figure why not do some trauma dumping?”

“You are a never ending mystery, did you know that?”

“I’ve been called worse,” you smirk at him.

“Your Father said this should make you happy.” Suzanne states awkwardly as she walks into your office, holding out a folder.

You look her over and quickly come to the conclusion that, if anyone’s gonna get in the way of fun you and Lloyd have, it’ll be her.

You take the file from her as she takes a seat, and smirk when you open it. “What a fucking prick.”

“What is it?”

“A mob boss wants revenge for his daughter getting her heart broken,” you chuckle as Lloyd snickers.

“What am I missing?” Suzanne asks.

“Just a sick joke between two sick idiots,” you chuckle.

Once again, you tell yourself that whatever happened between you and Lloyd is over. You needed the release and he wanted fun and that was all. So, when he texts you that night telling you that he wants you to come over, you resist the urge and tell him that you two have done enough damage.

That weekend, it’s hard to not give in to what you truly want, especially when he’s sending you videos and leaving breathy voicemails telling you how badly he needs to be inside of you again. It’s not that you don’t want to, God knows how feral you are for the man, but you don’t need or want a repeat of last times. Hell, you’re even pissed with yourself for opening up to him.

You don’t like the fact that it felt good to open up to and confide in someone else other than Taj. Opening up to and and confiding in someone that you shouldn’t care about, at all.

Of course, you’re not the only one feeling frustrated.

Lloyd does his best to mask the fact that he’s unhappy with things not going his way, but it shows in his performance. If it were just you seeing it, you’d talk to him about it, but Suzanne is Fitzroy’s little spy, which means you can’t take it easy on him.

“What isn’t clicking, Lloyd?” you sigh, walking over to your desk, before turning around and leaning against it.

The look in his eyes confirms what you already know: this is only making everything worse.

“Not sure what you mean, Cupcake,” he mutters, giving you bedroom eyes.

“Impulse, Lloyd,” you say lazily, before hitting the button on your clicker, zapping him. “You seemed like you were getting it, and now you’re just not.”

“Just a bad day,” he growls.

“I call bullshit,” you smile sarcastically, before hitting the clicker again.

“Y/N,” he growls, gripping the desk.

“Don’t forget, Sweetheart, I’m the one calling the shots. That being said, we’re gonna do a little review.”

“Review?”

“Let’s start from day 1, shall we?”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans before sliding down in his seat.

“Oh, He won’t save you now, Sweetheart.”

You’re not gonna lie and say that you didn’t love being in control all day, but you’re also very aware that you can only poke a bear so many times before it finally attacks.

Lloyd gives you three days.

“You can’t be here,” you moan as Lloyd hoists you up and forces your legs around his waist, after you open the door for him.

“Shut up,” he growls before kicking your front door shut.

“Lloyd-”

“I should choke the shit out of you for all the shit you’ve been pulling for the last few days,” he warns as he quickly walks the both of you to your kitchen table.

“You’re the one who refuses to do what you know you’re supposed to,” you bite as he starts sucking on your sweet spot. “Fuck! Lloyd-”

“Shut up!” he commands as he roughly places you on the table. “I’m sick of your lessons, so now it’s time for me to teach you some of mine.”

“Daddy, I-”

“What happens you’re a bad girl?”

“Daddy-”

“Not only a brat, but a dumb brat? Oh Cupcake, it may take all night, but I promise: Daddy is gonna fuck you into submission,” he smiles darkly.

Lloyd is rough with you in every way you love, in multiple parts of your house, and you don’t tap out at all. Once again, you’re desperate for someone to show that you don’t need to be in control all the time, and he’s desperate to be that person for you.

“We can’t keep fucking,” you breathe after you’ve both had time to come down from your highs; you laying your head on his chest.

“Why not?”

“Don’t be a fucking idiot, Lloyd.”

“Then don’t fucking act like one, Y/N,” he snaps back.

“Lloyd-”

“You’re an adult and so am I. Why does it matter what anyone thinks or says?”

“Cause we don’t lead normal lives and you know that.”

“We’re just having fun.”

“It doesn’t matter, they won’t see it that way. We have to stop.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Neither do I,” you sigh before pressing a small kiss to his chest “but we still have to.”

“It’s just sex!”

“They’ll see it as something more and you know it. If they think I’m giving you special treatment, for any reason, all of the work you’re doing goes out the window.”

“This is fucking stupid.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you.”

“It’s not like we aren’t careful.”

“We were careless as fuck the first few times,” you laugh softly and he chuckles.

“I think we did better this time-”

“Suzanne is watching us, Lloyd. You can’t afford to slip up, even in the slightest bit.”

“What about after I’m done?”

“Lets be honest, Lloyd. We both know you’ll pass out of spite. Fitz and everyone else is gonna keep a close eye for the next year or so. We have to stop.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t be a brat about it!”

“I’m not!”

“Lloyd-”

“You enjoy my company and I enjoy yours. You enjoy me fucking you and I love all the ways you fuck me. You’re 25 and I’m 26. We’re both consenting adults, so what’s the issue?”

“We’re killers,” you shrug simply as Lloyd lets out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not like I’m aiming to be your boyfriend.”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I should go,” he sighs, looking over at your alarm clock.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t do what, Lloyd?”

“It gets frustrating, not knowing what you want!”

“I just told you! But I can’t have what I want and neither can you. This is something stupid that we shouldn’t have started.”

“Why shouldn’t we have?” he questions; one of his hands traveling down between your legs.

“Lloyd,” you moan.

“Didn’t answer my question, baby,” he husks..

“Stop it,” you moan pathetically.

“No.”

“Lloyd-”

“Give me a good reason.”

“When you make me feel like this, it’s hard,” you whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before kissing you deeply.

“We have to stop,” you breathe once you two break away, lulling your head back as he continues to tease your clit with his fingertips.

“We don’t want to.”

“Lloyd-”

“Fine, if tonight is our last night, I think we should make the most of it, don’t you?”

“We should, Daddy,” you moan, biting your bottom lip as he brings you off.

You let Lloyd fuck you like a rag doll two more times, before you decide it’s time for you two to call it a night. Once again, you force yourself to get over sexual desires for Lloyd and focus on the tasks at hand. The problem? Hes now become a drug you crave. Yeah, it’s just sex, but it’s the best fucking sex you’ve ever had. It doesn’t help that Lloyd is annoyingly handsome fully clothed, and the only thing that your mind goes to is the thought of him naked and treating you like a little whore.

When it comes to missions and watching him take control, you basically have to zone out, because he’s too fucking good at being terrifying and menacing; which is apparently a kink for you. Though, you are proud of the improvements hes made. Yeah, it’s probably for show so he can get the fuck out of there, but hes taken real strides to work on his methods of torture and holding back. You can always tell when he’s holding back on doing what he wants, because he clenches his fists and his jaw tightens; something else that makes you feral.

By the time it’s the week of your birthday, you’re ready to throw in the towel early become a recluse.

“Y/N!!!” Taj screams once you answer her call.

“Whatever you‘re thinking of saying, just know I’m working and I’m in the car with my associates.” you laugh.

“Goddammit, hi,” she scowls as you burst out laughing. “Stop working, it’s your fucking birthday!”

“It’s my fucking birthday, tomorrow,” you chuckle “and I’ll be off then.”

“What do you wanna do?”

“I won’t be working, so I honestly don’t care.”

“Good to know since I took the day off.”

“Taj!” you exclaim as you park the car.

“What? Your special day is a national holiday!”

“You are, as the kids say, annoying,” you chuckle as you screw the silencer on to your gun.

“Blah blah blah,” she mumbles “the world of waste management will survive without you for a bit. Do you have any idea of what you wanna do?”

“Taj, you know I didn’t think I’d make it this far and I’m just winging it, at this point. Whatever you come up with is fine, babe.”

“You wanna go skating?”

“Skating like rollerblading or skating like ice skating?”

“Rollerblading. Bitch, I’m too old to be on ice skates,” she laughs and you laugh along with her.

Though he does his best to hide it, you catch Lloyd chuckling from the corner of your eye.

“I wanna drink, Taj,” you giggle as you turn your car off.

“I know the perfect place!”

“No.”

“Oh, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Taji!”

“No time for you to be a little brat, you have work to do,” she practically sings as you roll your eyes. “Call me when you’re home?”

“Don’t I always?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you laugh before hanging up. When you look over to Lloyd, you scoff at the shit eating grin on his face. “What?”

“Your birthday is tomorrow?”

“So it would seem.”

“Ya know, you don’t have to answer her every time she calls.”

“Oh yes I do, if I don’t, she freaks the fuck out.”

“Why is that?”

“Another story for another time, Hansen,” you smirk before loading your gun. “Are we all ready?” you ask, looking from him to Suzanne.

“Lead the way,” she instructs.

As par for the course, you let Lloyd the mission, and you’re happy with what you see. You’re sure he’ll graduate in a couple of weeks, you’ll retire, and everything will be better.

Everything will be as it should.      

“Suzanne is under the impression that something is going on between you and Lloyd,” your Father scowls as you take a seat in his office after returning from the mission.

“Suzanne needs to mind her own fucking business,” you mutter as you toss down your assessment from the mission.

“Y/N, I told you-”

“Nothing is going on, we just get along. You didn’t say I wasn’t allowed to get along with the man.”

“Don’t. You know what happened the last time-”

“You don’t need to remind me. I remember better than anyone else,” you snap harshly.

Your Father lets out a deep sigh before throwing down the file. “I’m tired of arguing with you, Y/N.”

“Then stop trying to fucking control me all the time.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“You can’t keep using that excuse!”

“It’s not an excuse!”

You’re ready to yell, but you stop yourself, knowing it won’t get you anywhere. “I’m done talking about it. Nothing’s going on, so just leave it at that. I’ll see you on Saturday night.”

“You’re not coming over at all tomorrow?”

“Taj beat you to it. We’ll just do something Saturday night,” you shrug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, night,” you smile weakly before getting up and heading out.

You walk past Suzanne and glare at her.

Fucking snitch.

By the time you get home, you’re ready for bed, but the sight of Taj on your porch with different bottles of alcohol in her hands, has you cracking up and knowing you’re night is just getting started.

She has you dancing, laughing your ass off, and drunk in almost an hour and a half.

“So,” she giggles as you two sit down on your sofa “Lloyd.”

“What about him?”

“What’s going on there?”

“Why do you think there’s something going on?”

“Well, for starters, you gave him your personal number,” she smirks, nodding towards phone.

“Dammit,” you groan, looking over to see that hes text you twice. “We’re just fucking around. Well, we were. We stopped.”

“What?! Why?!” she exclaims with a pout and you laugh.

“It’s just not a good idea. If we get caught-”

“You’re almost out, Y/N. Why-”

“Almost out isn’t out, and if we get caught, it’s bad for him. He’s putting in the work, and I don’t want to be the reason he doesn’t succeed.”

“Oh, so you like him?” she giggles.

“I do not like him,” you scoff.

“Uh huh.”

“I don’t!”

“This is a safe space, babe. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, grabbing your phone as she bursts out laughing.

American Psycho: Come over.

American Psycho: Daddy wants to give you a pearl necklace for your birthday.

Y/N: Lol I can’t and you know that.

American Psycho: I can come to you.

Y/N: We both agreed, Lloyd. Besides, I’m too drunk to fuck, Taj is over and the last thing I need to do is drive.

American Psycho: I can come over and give you both one.

Y/N: LMAO

American Psycho: Can’t say I didn’t try.

Y/N: Lol go away, Lloyd

American Psycho: Enjoy your night, Doll Face.

You roll your eyes and throw your phone down on the table.

“What does he want?” Taj asks she pours the both of you another drink.

“A threesome,” you laugh as she almost chokes on her spit.

“Yeah no, I’m not drunk enough for that.”

“Rude!”

“Who says I was talking about you? Why should I have to share you?”

“Taj!” you laugh incredulously as she starts cracking up at the shocked expression on your face.

“You did that to yourself,” she chuckles “does he wanna come over?”

“Of course he does, but I told him that we both agreed to stop.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no, he’s best the fuck I’ve ever had,” you groan sinking back into the sofa.

“Just be careful.”

“Someone already voiced their concern,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Ew!”

“Exactly, I can’t keep sneaking around because I love the sex.”

“And like him.”

“I don’t like him! Besides, Lloyd does not seem like the type of man who does relationships. He fucks.”

“Has he been fucking anyone else besides you?”

“More than likely, he doesn’t like to go a long time with his dick in his pants.”

“But you haven’t?”

“I haven’t had any time,” you scowl. “Besides, I do want a relationship. A real one that leads to marriage, children, and dying together at an old age.”

“Then why-”

“He’s just something to pass the time. I never had any intention of pursuing anything with him,” you sigh, finishing off your drink.

“Then why do you seem so bummed about it?”

“I’m just bummed with my life right now, but things will change. I just feel like a child. I’m turning 26 in an hour, but I’m not fucking someone because my Father said I can’t. What fucking sense does that make? Someone snitched, ugh, I’m getting myself worked up!” you grunt before sitting up. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Let’s dance,” you smile at Taj.

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I have every other day to be sad. I refuse to be sad on my birthday.”

“Guess it’s a good thing you have me,” she smirks, before getting up and turning up the music, loud.

As the night goes on, and you both get drunker, you can’t get Lloyd out of your head and you don’t know why. Ever since Taj asked if he’s fucking anyone else, your mind can’t stop wondering about it. Is he? And if he is, why do you care? You don’t. There’s nothing to care about.

It’s Lloyd.

Yeah, he’s come a long way since you first met him, but he’s still Lloyd. Taj stops the music, pulling you out of your thoughts, and starts singing ‘Happy Birthday’ loud and off-key.

“Please stop,” you laugh, stumbling a bit.

“I love you, you crazy bitch!” she hums, clumsily making her way over to you and wrapping you in a tight hug.

“Thank you for sticking by my side,” you whisper, wrapping her in a hug just as tight.

“Always and forever, babe. We got this,” she smiles at you before you two break apart. “Now lets get back to...oop! Your sex toy is calling,” she laughs.

“Oh God,” you laugh, doing your best to quickly grab your phone and a pack of cigarettes. “I’ll be taking this outside!”

“I bet you will,” she laughs, turning the music back on.

“Hello?” you laugh, closing the door behind you and taking out a cigarette.

“Are you having a house party without me?”

“It’s a party of two,” you giggle, lighting your cigarette. “How may I help you, Mr. Hansen?”

“Oh, I like that.”

“Lloyd,” you laugh.

“I just wanted to gift you the compliment of you being the best fuck I’ve ever had. Since you cut me off, I’ve trying out new candidates, and I’ve been disappointed every single time.”

“I thought you were a master hunter,” you scoff, feeling irritated for reasons you don’t understand.

“Oh? Is someone jealous?”

“You’ve clearly had enough to drink,” you laugh.

“We could just start back.”

“It’s not like I’ll be the only person you’ll be fucking.”

“You’ll be my top priority.”

“You’re annoying,” you laugh, taking a drag from your cigarette.

“Why? Am I the only guy you’re fucking?”

“It’s not like I have much time to go out and have fun.”

“Would my good little girl like me to stop until the playing field is even?”

“No, because we’re done.”

“Sure we are.”

“You need to sleep, you have training tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but it’s with Suzanne.”

“So?”

“Suzanne sucks,” he scowls and you start laughing.

“I want you to be on your best behavior for her, like you are for me.”

“Yeah, but you reward me when I’m a good boy.”

“Go to sleep, Lloyd,” you laugh, putting out your cigarette.

“Happy Birthday, Doll Face.”

“Thank you, Lloyd.”

“Night.”

“Good night,” you smile before hanging up.

You stand there for a moment, thinking over all of your feelings and emotions. The only reason that you’re annoyed that Lloyd’s fucking around is because he has free time and you don’t. Of course, he could use his free time to practice and train, but he won’t because he doesn’t need to.

Cocky fuck.

When you get back inside, Taj is dancing on top of the coffee table to the Spice Girls.

“So, what was that about?”

“Nothing,” you laugh as you pour yourself a shot.

“That was a long time to be outside to talk about nothing.”

“Taj.”

“Whatever you say, Buttercup,” she smirks at you before going back to dancing.

At some point, you two go upstairs and fall asleep. You don’t even remember falling asleep, but soon enough, you’re awoken by Taj bringing you breakfast from your favorite diner and a mimosa.

“I feel like we drank all the alcohol in the world last night,” you laugh as you sit up.

“Oh, that was nothing.”

“Taj!”

“You can recover tomorrow. Today, we party,” she grins mischievously.

You two spend the day watching your favorite movies, eating your favorite junk, and talking about all of the things that make you smile.

“We should start getting ready!” she squeals in delight when she checks the time.

“We’re just going skating,” you laugh, as you get up and make your way into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, we’re getting you laid.”

“When did I agree to this?”

“When I decided it just now. Now, lets get you dressed and looking like a whore,” she giggles ominously.

“Oh God!”

“Oh yes!”

While she’s in the middle of doing your hair, your phone buzzes and a small stupid smile comes to your face.

American Psycho: You’re not allowed to leave me alone with Suzanne ever again.

Y/N: Lol were you a good little boy?

American Psycho: Yes Mommy.

Y/N: Knew you could do it.

American Psycho: Does your good little boy get a reward?

Y/N: Maybe, if I’m drunk enough later, you’ll get a video or two.

American Psycho: Now that’s just torture. I get to watch you play with that beautiful little pussy, but I can’t even put my mouth on it?

Y/N: Someone’s needy.

American Psycho: Only for you, Mommy.

Y/N: I’m gonna go now, be a good boy.

You don’t know how much longer you’re going to be able to abide by your own rules.

“Smiling pretty hard for someone who doesn’t have a crush,” Taj teases as she curls the last bit of your hair.

“It’s just sex. I don’t even know a thing about him.”

“You clearly know enough. Just because you don’t know his life story, doesn’t mean you don’t know enough to feel something for him other than a wet pussy.”

“No thank you. He’s still sleeping with other women anyway, so there’s clearly nothing on his end anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why do you want this so bad?”

“He makes you smile, he makes you laugh, he fucks like a God apparently, and you just seem a little lighter now. I don’t know, I haven’t seen you like this in a while and it just makes me happy,” she shrugs.

“He’s just a guy I’m training, babe. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Whatever you say,” she sighs.

You two continue to drink and dance while you both get ready (Taj picking out your outfit to ensure that you get laid), and soon enough, you’re feeling pretty fucking good.

“Why the fuck did I think that drinking and rollerblading would be a good thing?” you laugh as you both hold each other up and try get around the rink.

“Cause you’re a fucking genius,” Taj giggles before looking up. “Well, well, well,” she smirks.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me,” you groan as you follow her gaze.

Lloyd is leaning against the wall, smirking at you, with his arms folded across his chest. He’s got on black dress pants, a tight black Henley shirt, and a leather jacket.

You’re ready to fuck him on the spot.

“I’d fuck him in public,” Taj muses as she does her best to smoothly maneuver you both over to where he’s standing with Denny.

“I did,” you groan and the gasp that leaves Taj’s mouth has you doubled over laughing.

“Stop! You’re gonna make us fall!” she laughs, trying to keep her balance.

“That was an issue before I started laughing,” you chuckle, also trying to stay upright while trying to catch your breath.

You both barely make it to the wall upright and arrive with a thud, both of you laughing incredibly hard.

“Hello boys,” Taj breathes out, only making you laugh harder. “Have a drink with us?”

“Looks like you’ve both had enough for the whole place,” Lloyd chuckles, his gaze on you soft.

“This is nothing,” you giggle, finally regaining your composure. “Hi Denny,” you smile at Carmichael, who is watching both you and Taj with pure amusement in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he nods towards you.

“Taj, this is Denny Carmichael and Lloyd Hansen,” you say politely, trying to remember your manners.

“Nice to meet the both of you,” she smiles at them, but her eyes subtly look over Denny.

And she’s gone.

“What brings you out tonight?” you question Lloyd.

“Felt like skating,” he smirks.

“Cause you seem like a guy who’s big on skating.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he agrees with a seductive and low tone.

“Denny, grab a drink with me,” Taj smirks, letting go of you and giving you a wink.

“I’d love to,” he chuckles as she takes his arm.

“Lloyd,” you start once they’re out of ear shot “what are you doing here?”

“You know why I’m here,” he growls “and judging by your outfit, you have intentions of going home with someone other than Taj.”

“Jealous?”

“Lets just say,” he husks moving in closer to you “I don’t like sharing my toys.”

“Lloyd-”

“Come home with me tonight,” he almost begs. “You and I both know you won’t regret it.” You look over at Taj and see that she’s having a very good time with Denny. “She’ll be fine with him. What do you say?”

You look up at him through your thick lashes and bite your bottom lip.

Fuck.

“Lloyd!” you whimper, arching your back as your hands run through his hair. “Fuck, you eat this pussy so fucking good, Daddy!”

The entire drive to his place, you blow him and ignore all of the voices in your head that are telling you it’s a bad idea. The minute you stepped foot in his house, his hands were all over you, ripping off your clothes before sitting you on the counter and fingering you. After he brought you off twice, he carried you upstairs, threw you on his bed, and he’s been a menace ever since.

“You like the way Daddy eats your pussy, baby?” Lloyd husks as he looks up at you, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt and fucking you intensely.

“Mhm, you’re so fucking good to me! Fuck, that’s it!”

“My good little girl wants to cum?”

“Please! God, please and then fuck me! Need you to fuck me!”

“You’re so fucking pathetic,” he chuckles darkly. “But fuck, you look amazing all blissed out.”

“Lloyd please! I need it!”

“Alright baby, cum for me, then Daddy’s gonna give you that pearl necklace you want so bad, Honey,” he smirks before kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck!” you cry out, as you feel yourself come undone for him for what feels like the millionth time.

“The best little slut,” he growls before kissing his way up your body. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you naked and fucked out on my bed?”

“Lloyd,” you moan as he softly licks the side of your neck.

“You’re the most amazing fuck, and you expect us to just stop? You expect me to give you up?” he questions hotly against your ear as he thrusts himself inside of you.

“Never want you to!” you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Never want you to get tired of me, baby,” you confess, too drunk and blissed out to mask your emotions from either of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he chuckles before sitting up, gripping your hips, and thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Fuck!”

“I’ve been gentle with you tonight and I fucking shouldn’t be,” he grunts, lust filling his heated gaze on you, as he watches you writhe beneath him; your hands clawing at him because you’re so desperate to feel him. “spoiled little shit!”

“ ‘m so sorry, Daddy! I won’t do it again! I promise!”

“Yeah, you’re gonna stop denying me your perfect little body? Gonna stop denying me you?”

“Shit!” you moan, meeting his heated gaze.

“Didn’t answer my fucking question, Doll Face!”

“Lloyd, you can have anything you want from me,” you cry out, the knot in your core starting to tighten in the most pleasurable way.

“Jesus babygirl!” Lloyd groans, his grip on your waist becoming painfully tight.

“Baby please!”

“Give it to me, Doll Face,” he encourages with a grunt.

“FUCK!” you scream out, squirting on his cock hard.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he grunts, pulling out of you, forcing your legs together before straddling you and working his way up your body, as he starts jerking himself off. “You want Daddy to give you that necklace, Honey?”

“Please!” you mindlessly and pathetically beg as you grip his thighs.

“Jesus!” he yells, painting your chest with his cum as you moan in delight.

Lloyd takes his time covering your chest with his seed before smirking and watching as you desperately scoop up every bit; and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s pleased with the sounds that leave your mouth.

“Happy Birthday, Doll Face,” he smirks before dipping down and kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you giggle up at him when he sits up.

“What the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me,” you plead with a pout.

“Give me a minute,” he laughs before getting off of you. “You want anything from downstairs?”

“A drink,” you shrug, sitting up and looking around his room.

It feels very...him.

“You don’t think you’ve had enough?”

“It’s my birthday, Lloyd. I can do whatever I want,” you nod and he just laughs. “In fact, get yourself a glass too. We’re drinking and fucking,” you smirk and he bursts out laughing.

“Are you always full of surprises?”

“I try to be,” you smile before pulling your knees to your chest and laying your head on them.

Lloyd looks as if he’s about to say something, but stops himself before shaking his head, smiling and walking out. Left alone with your drunken thoughts, you try to figure out just what the fuck it is you’re doing. Why can’t you just turn it off? Why is your attraction to him so strong? Is he even as attracted to you as you are to him?

What the fuck are you doing?

When Lloyd walks back in, you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan and he smirks at you.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm,” you moan.

“You are definitely not what I expected,” he chuckles as he places the glasses down and pours you both a glass of bourbon.

“And what were you expecting?”

“To break you in.”

“Happy or disappointed?”

“Oh, I’m very happy, Doll Face,” he smirks before kissing your forehead. “This is for you, by the way. Happy Birthday,” he shrugs, placing a small box next to your glass before taking a seat at his desk and crossing one leg over the other.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Lloyd.”

“I saw it and thought of you. No big deal,” he mumbles before taking a sip of his drink.

You remain silent but cock an eyebrow before untying the black velvet lace around the white box. You’re expecting some sort of sex toy, but a silent gasp leaves you when you see what’s inside.

“Lloyd-”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous,” you marvel as you hold up the diamond bracelet that has a heart pendant at the center of it.

“To go with that necklace you love so much. You can wear it as a set, if you want.”

“Lloyd, you didn’t have to spend this much on me. You didn’t have to spend anything on me.”

“Not a big deal, Doll Face. I saw it, thought you’d like it, so I got it.”

“Thank you,” you smile at him before getting up and making your way over to him, sitting in his lap once he puts his leg down. “How can I show you just how thankful I am?”

“Keep letting me cum wherever I want,” he smirks and you burst out laughing.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy,” you smirk before kissing him deeply.

His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you close to him. It feels like heaven, and you hate that you don’t want to give it up. Give him up.

“Whatever I want?” he breathes once you two break apart.

“Mhm.”

“You’re done with telling me no?”

“Well, I’m clearly not very good at it,” you mutter as he chuckles.

“We’ll be careful, Doll Face.”

“Suzanne already told my Father that she thinks something’s going on.”

“Fuck!”

“Hell, she could’ve been at the roller rink tonight, just like you.”

“She can’t prove that we did anything even if she was.”

“Whether she can or can’t, we’re clearly hellbent on fucking each other, so we have to be smarter about how we go about it.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Lloyd, it’s almost 12am and I’m in your bedroom, on your lap, and my pussy is soaked. Does it seem like I want to stop?”

“I’ll be a good boy at work,” he promises as he slides a hand between your legs and starts to tease your clit.

“No more fucking in front of everyone,” you moan as you lean your forehead against his.

“I’ll only fuck you in private,” he smirks and you giggle with a whimper.

“And no more lingering gazes.”

“Then don’t look so fucking sexy when you come to work.”

“There’s nothing sexy about me when I’m at work.”

“Doll Face, you’re joking, right? The shirts? The skirts?”

“They all come from the half off rack at Burlington,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but this body doesn’t,” he groans before sliding two fingers into your intimate folds. “You are so fucking perfect, Y/N. It drives me crazy.”

“Yeah Daddy? I’m the perfect little whore?”

“Perfect and I swear you were made just for me!”

“Fuck!” you cry out, coming undone all over his fingers. “If we’re gonna keep this up, we’re both gonna have to do better.”

“I promise, Doll Face,” he breathes out before kissing your cheek. “You should stay over tonight.”

“Lloyd.”

“I wanna finish tonight with my cock in your ass, and start my day with my face between your legs.”

“I shouldn’t,” you moan, feeling his tongue run along the base of your neck.

“Daddy doesn’t like that answer, Cupcake,” he growls before forcing your legs open and slapping your pussy.

“Shit!”

“Tell Daddy what he wants to hear or I’ll punish you all night.”

“It’s not-”

“Not what I want to hear,” he taunts, slapping your pussy again.

“Lloyd!”

“Are you gonna stay?”

“Mmm, Daddy!”

“Oh, you want me to keep slapping your cunt? You’re getting off on it?”

“Feels so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna stay?”

“I’ll do whatever you want! Just please!”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles before slapping your pussy again.

You and Lloyd stay up all night, fucking, drinking, and talking. He makes good on his word and finishes off in your ass. Since you soaked his bed, he changes the sheets while you go in the bathroom and clean yourself off.

“Pretty sure I’m gonna have to get a new mattress soon if we keep at it like this,” he teases once you get back in his bed.

“You’re the one who decided to keep your vibrator ring on my clit while you fucked me in the ass,” you yawn.

“I just love destroying you,” he laughs as you smirk and shake your head. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Yes you are,” he agrees before kissing your shoulder. “Good night, Doll Face.”

“Lloyd?”

“Hm?”

“This is all just sex, right?”

He’s hesitant before he says, “of course.”

You don’t believe him, but shrug it off anyway. Too tired to press the matter, you just curl up under the covers and sigh, “Goodnight, Lloyd,” you sigh before drifting off into dream land.

Once again, keeping his word, you’re awoken with Lloyd’s tongue fucking you, while his thumb teases your clit.

“You’re gonna make me never want to leave,” you moan as you grip his hair. You feel his smirk and you grind your cunt against his face.

Jackass.

“Daddy...daddy, I’m so close, holy shit!” you squeal, arching your back as your toes curl. When he changes up, licking and sucking on your clit before sliding three fingers into your dripping cunt, your free hand grips his pillow as a wave of release washes over you. “LLOYD!” you scream as he continues to fuck you through your high.

You hate how much you never tire of him. How much neither of you tire of each other.

He takes his time kissing up your body, letting you know (in his own way) how much he appreciates it, before finally kissing you deeply. “I want to keep you handcuffed to my bed all day,” he husks once you two break apart.

“Mommy has things to do today,” you reply with a pout.

“You can’t talk like that expect me to want to let you go.”

“Be a good boy. I’ll take care of you and that greedy cock in a few days.”

“A few days?”

“It’s not like you’re not going to drown yourself in someone else’s pussy.”

“But I want to drown in yours, Mommy,” he whispers as his hand slides between your legs, teasing your clit.

“Lloyd,” you warn with a moan.

“Just one time? Please?”

“You know Mommy doesn’t like it when you’re being a spoiled little brat.”

“And you know I hate not getting what I want,” growls against your neck before biting it.

“Fuck!”

“I’ll be so fucking good, Mommy.”

“Once, Lloyd.”

“Sure,” he smirks before thrusting himself inside of you.

Lloyd has you three times before you force yourself to throw in the towel.

“I need something to wear home,” you pant once he collapses next to you.

“I can take you home just like this.”

“You can’t take me anywhere. I’m getting a car service.”

“Why-”

“In case someone is watching. The last thing I need my Father raking me over the coals about is you driving me home. I need something to wear.”

“This is stupid.”

“We’ve talked about this a handful of times. Don’t start.”

“At the end of the month, I can’t fuck you at all, but I have to wait a few days to even fuck you again?”

“Don’t start whining,” you sigh as you sit up. “Neither of us like it, but it is what it is.”

“What about if I stayed?”

“Stayed where?”

“With your Father’s company.”

“I mean, the chances are slim to none, cause my Father hates you.”

“Most people do,” he smirks.

“Besides, you’re the one who wants to be the CIA’s whipping boy, so why stay?”

“Well, it’s not like you make it sound all that great.”

“It just...it is what it is,” you sigh, feeling a little bit of sadness yourself, as you look over at him. “Now, I need clothes.”

He gives you one of his Harvard crew necks, which practically swallows you, and you order a car service.

“I want to see you tomorrow,” he mutters as you both stand outside and wait for the car to pull up.

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Lloyd-”

“I don’t like not getting what I want.”

“Welcome to the real world, Sweet Boy.”

“I don’t see why your Father doesn’t like me anyway. I’ve never done anything to piss him off.”

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe because you’re just a little unhinged at times,” you smirk and he chuckles as the car pulls up. “I gotta go,” you sigh, turning to walk away.

You turn to walk away, but Lloyd’s arm wraps around your waist pulls you close. Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours and he’s engulfing you in an all consuming kiss. You know you should pull away, but it’s Lloyd and you can never resist him. It’s bad enough that you two keep tip-toeing the line of fucking and something more, but it’s Lloyd. You can’t stop yourself, no matter how bad much you want to.

“I have to go,” you breathe once you two break apart.

“I know,” he pants, gripping you harder.

“Lloyd...this is all just sex...right?”

“Yes...of course it is.”

“Lloyd-”

“I mean it, Doll Face. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I’m not ready to give you...it up yet.”

“If you say so,” you chuckle softly, going to leave again, but Lloyd’s grip on you you doesn’t soften. “Lloyd-”

“I know...I’ll see you Monday,” he sighs, finally letting go of you.

You place a soft kiss on his cheek and let him go. “Come over on Tuesday night, okay?”

“You better your ass, Doll Face.”

“Bye,” you giggle before escaping down the steps and getting into the car that’s been waiting for you.

The ride to your house isn’t a long one, but it’s long enough that you rack your brain trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, and just exactly what the fuck is going on between you and Lloyd. You look down at the bracelet he gave you and you scowl. Yeah, he said it’s no big deal, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling like one. Why can’t you grow tired of him and why does it matter that he’s sleeping around?

He’s not your boyfriend and you don’t want him to be.

“Here, Miss,” the driver smiles at you, pulling you out of your mental debate.

“Thank you,” you smile softly, grabbing your clutch before getting out of the car.

You’re ready to start your little mental debate back up, but before you can, you look up to see Taj walking up to your door, also in only an Harvard crew neck. You both burst out laughing at the sight of each other, knowing that the both of you had an extremely good night.

“So, I see that someone had some fun last night,” you smirk as you unlock your front door.

“We clearly should’ve gone to Harvard,” she sighs as she throws her clutch on your little table by your door.

“Are you gonna see him again?”

“Yeah, I basically made him ask me on a date. I could tell he wanted to, but he seemed scared, so I told him that next Friday, he’s picking me up at 6 and we’re going out to dinner.”

“What’s it like to be fearless?”

“Pretty fucking great, not gonna lie,” she shrugs before looking at your arm. “Holy shit!”

“Oh, that,” you scoff looking down at the bracelet on your wrist.

“Oh no.”

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, plopping down on your sofa.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You know better than to lie to me.”

“He’s just so fucking annoying,” you scowl as Taj starts laughing. “Of course, he says it’s not a big deal, he saw it and thought of me-”

“Awh!”

“Taj!”

“That’s fucking sweet! I don’t care what either of you idiots say, you both like each other. Why not go on a date and give it a try?”

“Because I don’t want to date him.”

“Why not?”

“Because...he sucks.”

“Didn’t know you were 5.”

“I hate you,” you mutter and she starts laughing again “for one, he’s high maintenance. You know how much I can’t stand that shit. Two, he’s such a winy little brat. He’s so fucking entitled, spoiled little fuck. Three, he can be pretty fucking heartless at times, and I don’t need another man like that in my life. Four, he’s fucking obsessed with himself...oh fuck,” you groan as you lay your head back and Taj bursts out laughing.

“There it is!”

“No, I can fix this. No. No. NO!”

“You like him!”

“Stop saying that!”

“You won’t give me the satisfaction of knowing I’m right just this once?”

“Not when it comes to this. Set me up on a date.”

“What? No!”

“Taj, please! I really don’t...PLEASE!”

“Why not just go on a date with him?”

“Because NO! Taj, I just...no, I don’t want to be in like with Lloyd Hansen of all fucking people. Besides, he’s still out getting his dick wet in whatever he can, so I really shouldn’t-”

“He clearly likes you too, babe,” she sighs, motioning towards the bracelet on your arm.

“No, he doesn’t. This means nothing to him.”

“Pretty pricey for it to mean nothing.”

“As if money matters to him. You’ve seen him, does it really look like money is something he worries about? Hell, I just spent the night at his house, I know it doesn’t matter to him.”

“Y/N-”

“No Taj, just trust me on this. He’s not the man you want me to end up with. Please, just set me up on a date with that doctor friend of yours. The one whose been asking for my number.”

“I don’t like this, at all, and don’t think it’s a good idea...but I’ll do it,” she sighs heavily.

“Thank you.”

“Yup.”

“Oh, don’t be fucking mad at me!”

“He makes you happy, Y/N!”

“He’s not good for me! Ugh, why are we arguing about this?!”

“Because, once again, you’re not doing something that’ll make you happy-”

“Being with Lloyd won’t make me happy!”

“Then why can’t you stay away from him? And don’t give me some bullshit answer about how it’s just sex.”

“That’s really all it is!”

“Okay.”

“Stop that!”

“Y/N, one of these days, you’re gonna need to realize that the person stopping you from being happy is you,” she sighs as she gets up. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

“You need clothes,” you mutter annoyed that somehow, without even trying, Lloyd has ruined your day.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll text Bryan when I get home and let you know. I love you,” she all but mumbles as she leaves.

You let out a frustrated scream and stomp your feet like a petulant child, before checking the time.

1:30.

Great, now you’ve got to get ready to spend time with your Father, which is the last thing you want. You take your time showering, washing the previous nights sexcapade off of you, and ignore the fact that you’re insanely pissed with yourself for falling for Lloyd.

How the fuck did it even happen?

At what point, did you brain decide that you like Lloyd as more than just a fuck toy? No, it’s total bullshit. It’s gotta be, because it makes no fucking sense. Sure, he makes you laugh sometimes, and can be kind when he feels like it, but you’ve barely spent enough time with him to actually have real feelings. Great sex doesn’t mean he’s worthy of your time. Being attractive as all shit, doesn’t mean he’s a good candidate for the fairy tale life you want.

Besides, he doesn’t even want that shit, so why even entertain the idea of that shit?

By the time you arrive at your Father’s house, you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy.

“What did I do wrong this time?” he sighs as he pouts you a glass of wine.

“What? Oh, nothing. It’s nothing you’ve done, this one’s on me.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Lets not pretend that parenting is actually your strong suit.”

“I’m trying, Y/N.”

“I know you are and I appreciate it, but you don’t have to.”

“Well, how was your birthday?”

“Good, Taj and I got drunk and went skating. It’s what I needed.”

“And how is Taj?”

“She’s fine. Just as much Taj as shes always been,” you mumble looking down at your hands.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I know you usually hate hanging out with me, but this isn’t you.”

“I just...I’m not saying this to start an argument. I just really fucking wish this wasn’t my life. Yeah, I’m out at the end of the month, goody, but the damage is done. I never feel normal around other people, and I even feel selfish for having Taj as a best friend. Every time I hangout with her, I feel like I’m putting her in danger. Why? Because I have enemies, and so do you. Hell, me being your daughter probably doubles my list. Now, I’m gonna start dating and I want to get married and have kids, but how the fuck can I do that? I’ve barely ever lived that life. The closest I got was college and we all saw how much of a shit show that was. So, what options do I have left after that? Date someone in our line of work? I did that and I ended up having to kill him and almost killed myself. So, that’s my fucking issue. I’m 26 and I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing,” you mutter, wiping away the few tears you cried before taking a sip of wine.

Your Father lets out a deep sigh before taking a seat across from you at the kitchen isle. “Ya know, for a time, I wanted the same thing you want now. I tried.”

“What?”

“I tried to be the guy that could have a family, work a respectable job, be open and loving...I tried to be normal.”

“What happened?”

“I felt like you feel now. No matter how much I tried to fit into that role, I couldn’t because it wasn’t for me. Squares don’t fit into a circle. That life stopped being an option for me a long time ago. When I met your Mother, I had just decided to stop trying. She didn’t want anything except a night of fun, and I was good at that so I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. Fast forward two months, she found me and told me the news. You’re right, I didn’t want you. It obviously wasn’t anything you’d done, I just wasn’t capable of being a Father. How the fuck was I supposed to love and care for you, when that’s never been something I’ve done? I tried and I sucked at it. However, your Mother,” he smirks with a scoff “she was over the moon about you. Couldn’t wait. I told her I’d pay for the abortion and she almost stabbed me. Maybe that’s where you get it from, anyway, she was hellbent on having you and I wasn’t about to be a deadbeat like my own Father. So, I decided to suck it up and marry her. No, it wasn’t ideal and she wasn’t necessarily happy about the line of work I was in, but she accepted it. Somewhere deep down inside, she did love me and I tried my hardest to love her. I think that’s what hurt her the most. She saw me trying, but it was plain as day that it was something I just wasn’t capable of. Anyway, fast forward to the day that you were born...I had an attitude the entire time I drove to the hospital,” he laughs softly. “You were already fucking up my life and you hadn’t even gotten here yet. I was supposed to be going on a mission for Fitzroy, but your Mother called right before I was about to leave and Fitz insisted that I go. When I got there, your Mother in all her glory, was throwing ice chips at the nurses and threatening to kill everyone if they didn’t get you out of her soon. Honestly, your Mother could’ve done what we do. Nonetheless, 9 hours later, you were brought into the world. Your Mother was exhausted, but she was over the moon. She made me hold you, and it was the first time someone was genuinely happy to see me. Your big innocent eyes, the smile that was plastered across your face...I loved you instantly. So, I decided to try again.

No, I wasn’t around as much as I should’ve been, but I was there on family park days, I tucked you in, I sang you lullabies when you would start screaming bloody murder at 3am, I never missed a beach day. I tried. Your Mother and I bonded, and for just a moment, I thought I’d finally done it. I was with someone who accepted me as I was, flaws and all, I had a great kid that loved me, and I was around enough. Then, your Mother got sick. We didn’t tell you, but she and I knew she wasn’t going to make it. She was diagnosed at stage 4, but she didn’t want you to think about that. She wanted to enjoy as much time with you as she could, without you worrying that it would be your last time with her. Then, when the raid happened...there was no way she was gonna let me try and save her. She just wanted you to be safe. It broke my heart, because she was my best friend. She was the first person to come into my life that tolerated me and made an attempt to understand me. She was also the one who understood you the best. But the look she gave me...she just wanted you safe. You cried so much and I did too, in private. However, I still had you and I was determined to keep you safe, so I decided to train you. Of course I noticed the change in your attitude and the way you would look at me. I knew it wasn’t what you wanted, but I figured it was the best way to keep you safe, so even when I can’t be there to protect you, you can protect yourself.

However, you’re not me, which is something I should be grateful for. I am grateful for that. You were determined to have some sort of normalcy because, unlike me, you’re built for it. Yeah, you’re fucking terrifying when you need to be, I’d like to think you got that from both your Mother and I, but you have a huge heart. I know you’ve been going to see that girl in the coma, and you obviously don’t have to. She’s nothing to you, but you care. You don’t want her to be alone, because even though you play the part well, you’re not a monster. You have Taj and you’d burn the world down for that girl if you even think someone has any intention of hurting her. You fell in love, got your heartbroken in the worst way, yet you’re still trying,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes. “The point of this very long winded statement is, you’re going to be fine. You’re going to figure it out and you’ll have the life you want. The kids, the house, the husband, the fucking dog...you’ll get it. Of course, I want you to keep doing this because you’re the best there is, but I always knew you’d stand your ground one day. I am proud of you, Y/N. Yeah, I’m a hard ass, but I see how hard you work, and I see how hard you love. You’re a better person than I could ever be and you came out better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’re gonna be just fine,” your Father finishes with a soft smile as you wipe your eyes.

You slowly get up and round the isle, and wrap your Father in a tight hug.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he snaps.

“I’m giving my Father a hug, dumbass,” you laugh softly.

“You know I don’t do hugs, Y/N.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that you were nice to your only daughter. Ya know what’s weird? It’s actually normal for Father’s to hug their daughters!”

“Always the fucking smart ass,” he laughs as he wraps his arms around you. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

“Enough to stay?”

“Lets not ruin the moment.”

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he laughs.

The rest of evening is surprisingly pleasant and you two even watch a movie together, and you honestly don’t remember the last time you two did that. By the time you’re home, you’re feeling so much lighter. However, there’s still one issue.

Lloyd.

While you’re than happy to know that you Father believes you’ll have the life of normalcy you want, and basically gave you his blessing, you still don’t want that person to be Lloyd. It can’t be Lloyd. No matter what Taj thinks.

Oxford Princess: I gave Bryan your number, he’s over the moon and is gonna ask you to dinner on Monday. Just a heads up.

Y/N: Can you not be mad at me about this, please?

Oxford Princess: I’m not mad. You know Lloyd better than I do obviously, so if you’re so sure it’s not even a good idea to try, then who am I to question it?

Y/N: Don’t do that. Don’t just brush it off because you don’t like when we disagree.

Oxford Princess: I’m not brushing it off, but you’re so sure that he’s so terrible, and you would know. So if you say no, no it is.

Y/N: Why do you want me to be with him so bad?

Oxford Princess: It’s not like I want you to marry the kid, but he makes you happy when he isn’t pissing you off. You forget, I fucking know you. I’ve seen it all and I remember that asshole who fucked you over. Yeah, Lloyd fucks you stupid which is something you’ve always craved, but he makes you laugh. Really laugh. You smile whenever you see that he’s the one who text you. I already knew when you started fucking him and you stopped, because your whole mood changed. Someone who has this much of an effect on you...it’s at least worth a date.

Y/N: He doesn’t want the same things that I want. Taj. Even if I do look past all the shit about him that pisses me the fuck off, I’m just setting myself up to get hurt. Oxford Princess: Maybe he feels that way, because hes never found anyone else to make him feel differently.

Y/N: Why should I have to be the crash test dummy?

Oxford Princess: That’s a fair point. Like I said, you know him better than me. If you think this is the best plan of action, then stick to it. I just want you to be happy. I love you, babygirl.

Y/N: I love you.

You sigh as you lay back on the sofa, trying to go through all of the conversations you’ve had today, before your phone starts going off. You groan in frustration before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Awh, what’s wrong, Buttercup?” Lloyd laughs as you hear someone in the background getting dressed.

You don’t like the fact that it makes your blood boil. “It’s been a long day, Lloyd. How may I help you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Lloyd, what’s up?”

“I know you said Tuesday, but why not Monday?”

“I might not be able to on Monday.”

“Why? You have a date?” he scoffs, which only pisses you off more.

“Yes, in fact, I do.”

“What?!”

“I have a date, Lloyd.”

“What the fuck?! What do you mean you have a date?”

“What part don’t you comprehend?” you snap, but it’s hurting you that you’ve obviously made him upset.

“I didn’t know you were going on dates, Cupcake.”

“I’m sorry, but don’t I hear someone getting dressed right now?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t mean anything! Sorry Sunshine, but you don’t.”

“Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, okay sure.”

“I’m not, it just took me by surprise. So, what? Is it someone from work?”

“He’s a doctor-”

“A fucking doctor? You can do better than that, Cupcake.”

“Like what? You?”

“Never said that.”

“That’s how you’re acting.”

“I’m not acting like anything.”

“You very clearly have an issue with me going on a date, even though you’re very clearly fucking other women, and now you’re putting him down even though you know nothing about him. I don’t know, seems to me like you’re acting like a winy little brat. As per usual.”

“I don’t give a fuck who or what you do, just don’t come crying to me when the sex is shit.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!” you huff before hanging up.

Why are you mad? Why is he mad? He says it means nothing to him, so what’s the fucking issue? These thoughts and more run through your head, as you decide to it’s time to say goodnight and make your way upstairs.

Another reason you hate yourself for sleeping over at Lloyd’s.

No, it’s not like you two were cuddled up together or anything, but it was nice to not sleep in an empty bed. You’ll never tell him, but you want to fall asleep next to him again. You want to fall asleep next to someone who isn’t completely foreign to you.

This sucks.

When you wake up, you pull the covers over your head, tired of dealing with any and every thing. You have a ton of work you need to get done, but you don’t care. Nothing really matters anymore and you just want to disappear. When you grab your personal phone off your nightstand, you groan in frustration when you see you have a string of texts from Lloyd.

American Psycho: Listen, I’m not mad that you have a date, I’m annoyed because you didn’t tell me. You and I are very clearly fucking each other and it would’ve been nice to have a heads up, Cupcake.

American Psycho: I don’t even know why you want to go on a date with a fucking doctor of all things. You can do so much better.

American Psycho: It’s not like he’s even going to understand you. You can’t ever be honest with him, even if you do fall in love with him. He’s never going to know the real you. He can’t.

American Psycho: You just expect him to understand one day? You think he’s going be forgiving of all of the shit you’ve done? You think he’s going to be understanding?

You groan in frustration before forcing yourself to respond.

Y/N: Good morning to you too. I’m going on dates because I want to be in a fucking relationship, Hansen. I would have given you a heads up, but it happened right before you called me. Just because I’m fucking you, doesn’t mean I need to tell you every little thing. After I leave my Father’s business, I want some normalcy. Sorry if that doesn’t fall in line with the idea of what you want. You know that I was engaged at one point, so I don’t know why me wanting a normal life is such a surprise to you. You said yourself that what we do is just sex, so there’s no reason for you to feel some type of way. Besides, you don’t tell me when you go out and fuck other people.

You sit up and sigh, looking over at your alarm clock. Of course you slept in. You’re ready to get out of bed when your phone you let out a frustrated scream.

You don’t even know why you’re going to answer him.

“Whaaaaaat?” you groan with an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t get all fucking pissy with me.”

“Lloyd, what I decide to do with my personal time is my business, and my business alone.”

“Do you even know anything about him?”

“Why is this bothering you so much?!”

“I’ve already told you: I don’t like sharing my toys.”

“At the end of this month, I’m fucking done. I want a normal life-”

“What’s so great about that?”

“It’s better than this!”

“Bullshit, Cupcake! You’re not meant to be someone’s house pet!”

“Jesus, not you too!”

“You know I’m right, Cupcake!”

“For fucks sake! I like getting flowers! I like being taken on dates! Yes, I obviously love being fucked like a rag doll, but I also love cute and sappy shit! I want to be someones wife! I want to go out and not have a fucking gun on me! I want to go out with Taj and not feel like I’m putting her in danger! I want to not lie to my best friend! I want a normal fucking life, Lloyd! So yes, I will be going on dates, because I eventually want to get married and have kids! I want a fucking family pet! I want a house with a white picket fence that has walls that will be marked up with crayon because my children will be assholes that draw on the walls! Now, unless you want to try out for the position, leave it the fuck alone! Be happy that I let you fuck me at all and be done with it!” you scream before hanging up.

You’re about to get up, when your phone goes off again.

“Lloyd, what part of what I said did you-”

“Um, this isn’t, Lloyd,” a soft voice laughs awkwardly.

“Oh,” you chuckle nervously “I’m guessing you’re Bryan?”

“Guilty,” he laughs softly “So uh...I was wondering if tomorrow night-”

“Yes,” you say impulsively before you can even stop yourself.

“Oh, that was easier than I thought it’d be,” he chuckles. “I can pick you up from your house, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Um, I can get a car service. It’s no big deal,” you laugh nervously.

“Do you like Italian?”

“I love it!”

“I know the perfect spot to take you to. Not to be lame or anything, but they do have a bit of a dress code.”

“I’ll fish out my best dress.”

“I’m sure you look amazing in anything. I have to get back, but I’ll text you the information.”

“Sounds good,” you smile before hanging up.

Fuck Lloyd Hansen.

From that moment on, every time your phone buzzes, you think it’s Lloyd (you want it to be Lloyd), but it isn’t. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re disappointed each time. It’s not like him to go a whole day without talking to you. He’s usually begging for sex or bitching about something mundane and making you laugh.

Why do you miss that so much?

It doesn’t help that he’s glaring daggers at you almost all day the next day. He doesn’t speak to you unless you speak to him first, he very much has an attitude with you, and the mission goes off without a hitch... but that’s only because you’re barely able to reel him back in, and he’s short with everyone.

You’ve cracked him.

“So, Suzanne still thinks something is going on between you and Lloyd,” your Father sighs as you take a seat in front of his desk.

“We barely even spoke to each other today. Tell Suzanne to fuck off.”

“Y/N, just tell me-”

“Nothing is happening, he’s just mad at me,” you scowl.

“What happened?”

“I’m not always nice and we got into an argument. No big deal.”

“An argument about...?”

“You don’t need to know everything about everything.”

“You do understand that fucking him will completely-”

“Can you stop bringing that up? Jesus, we’re not fucking. I have a date tonight anyway so-”

“Oh?”

“It’s a date, we’ll see how it goes.”

“Name?”

“Bryan.”

“Occupation?”

“A doctor.”

“That could be useful.”

“Frank,” you warn.

“Yeah, I get it and I won’t push. Does Lloyd know?”

“Yup.”

“You don’t think that’s the reason he’s upset?”

“It’s not my business. He’s just another job. My last job. We aren’t anything to each other and that’s that.”

“You don’t think he has feelings for you?”

“Lloyd Hansen has feelings for Lloyd Hansen. His needs come before everyone else, he’s spoiled, and that’s just how he functions. If he’s upset about anything, it’s because he wasn’t the first test driver,” you mumble, shifting your gaze to the window. “It’s not like it even matters.”

“Business aside, Y/N, tell me how you feel.”

“Lloyd Hansen is not the man I want to end up with. Yeah, we get along well enough and we have decent conversations, but he’s still an asshole. He’s someone I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with. That being said, he’s not a complete and total bad guy, I feel bad when I do hurt his feelings. He’s a friend and you feel bad when you make a friend upset,” you shrug.

“Is that all it is?”

“That’s all it can be,” you sigh as you avert your gaze to the window.

“I meant what I said that other day, Y/N. I want you to be happy. If you truly want a normal life, I want that for you. Me being up your ass about Lloyd...the boy is a paycheck, but he’s also not worth of your time and attention. Yes, Fitz wants to make sure you’re giving him a fair grade, but the parent part of me...I know Lloyd, because I was Lloyd. He’s going to hurt you and you’ve been through enough.” “All I want to do is get through this and move on in my life,” you sigh as you start to fiddle with your fingers.

“This is my fault and I’m sorry. I truly am sorry, because I’m the one that made all of this difficult.”

“Lets not start pointing fingers, because it’s not going to help anything,” you sigh, finally meeting your Father’s soft gaze. “I just need to sort my shit out. I always need to sort my shit out.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but focus on your date tonight. Have fun.”

“I get another year older and you’re all soft,” you smirk as your Father laughs. “I’ll be alright. This isn’t like last time. I’m just...I’m dealing,” you smile weakly.

“I really am sorry.”

“Just don’t worry about it. We are where we are and I’ll figure it out. One way or another, I always figure it out,” you smile before standing up. “Are we done here?”

“Yup.”

“See you tomorrow,” you smile softly before making your way out.

As you leave the building, you feel Lloyd’s gaze on you and you do your best ti ignore it. However he is or isn’t feeling isn’t your business. You’ve gotta move on.

The entire time you’re getting dressed for your date, you’re hoping and praying for a text and/or call from Lloyd telling you not to go.

Another sign that you’re being the toxic one in all of this.

By the time you’re dressed and ready to go, you have a headache and your stomach is in knots. It’s not even like you’re expecting Bryan to be “the one”, you just want to get Lloyd out of your brain. Yeah, you knew that sleeping with him wasn’t in your best interest from the beginning, but you didn’t think you’d fuck up this bad.

Never listen to Taj again.

“You look amazing,” Bryan scoffs, looking you over with a genuine smile on his face.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile sheepishly, taking a seat and placing your clutch on the table.

You wonder what it’s like to go on a first date and not have a gun hidden in your purse, just in case. Fuck normal people and their false sense of security.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty shocked when Taj said you wanted her to set you up with me,” he laughs softly.

“Yeah, I’m starting on a new chapter in my life and I figured that I should start it off with a date with a good guy.”

“A safe bet?”

“Something like that,” you smile softly.

As the night goes on, the date goes well enough, but you’re bored. It’s not even like you can blame Bryan, because he’s doing his best. In all honesty, you shouldn’t be bored at all, but you miss Lloyd.

God, you hate that.

You just have more in common with him, so the conversations you two have are either filled with dark humor, or very honest. It’s part of the reason you hate having conversations with him. Even with him being a spoiled little shit, you can talk to him for hours about everything and nothing at once. And he makes you laugh. He’s so funny when he wants to be, and can keep you laughing until you can’t breathe.

Plus, you love the way he looks at you when you’re smiling and laughing. Even during sex. He’ll never admit it, and you don’t want him to, but the look in his eyes lets you know that he loves making you laugh and he could listen to it forever. The way he smiles at you...how could you want anything else.

Too bad Lloyd is a piece of shit.

“How’s your pasta?” Bryan asks as you take a sip of wine.

“It’s honestly amazing,” you smile, putting your glass down and picking up your fork. “I can see why you love this place so much.”

“You’re so quiet and it’s making me-”

Before he can finish his statement, a fist collides with his face. You look up to see Lloyd’s angry gaze on you.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” you yell as people come to Bryan’s aide.

“Lets go.”

“Lloyd, YOU CAN’T JUST PUNCH PEOPLE IN THE FACE! YOU CAN’T PUNCH MY FUCKING DATE IN THE FACE!” you scream as he pulls you out of your chair. You’re quick to grab your clutch, but you fight against his hold. “Lloyd-”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs before pulling out his wallet and throwing a bunch of 20 and 50 dollar bills on the table. “Sorry about your face,” he mutters towards Bryan before throwing money at him too. “That should cover any medical expenses. Now, lets go,” he glares at you, before starting to pull him out with you.

You let him drag you half way through a dark alley before you pull yourself free from his grip. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Oh, come off it,” he scoffs, finally turning to meet your gaze. “You were fucking bored, Cupcake!”

“Cupcake?! You’re annoyed with me right now?! I’m sorry, have I ever interrupted any of your nights and punched anyone you’re fucking in the face?!”

“I did you a favor!”

“You did yourself a favor!”

“You weren’t having a good time!”

“How would you know?!”

“I’ve been watching you since you left work, I followed you, and I’ve been watching you the entire time. I know you! You were fucking bored, because he’s boring and annoying, and I did you a fucking favor. What? Were you planning on fucking him tonight?”

“Maybe!”

“We both know he can’t make you feel anywhere near as good as I do when I fuck you! You think he’s gonna make you squirt?”

“Lets not pretend that’s something you discovered,” you scowl.

“Such a fucking bitch!”

“This is stupid, I’m going home,” you mumble as you open your clutch and go to get out of your phone.

Lloyd has you pinned against the wall in a matter of seconds. “Come home with me.”

“Stop it.”

“At the end of the month, all of this is done. Come home with me.”

“We both have to go in, in the morning-”

“I’ll drive you home myself,” he promises as he hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Daddy loves seeing you in dresses, Doll Face,” he groans as he grinds himself against you.

“Lloyd,” you moan.

“Daddy wants to see you in more dresses, Doll Face.”

“Can’t wear dresses to work,” you moan, feeling the knot in your core tighten like it always does for him.

“Weekends, baby. I wanna see you as much as I can before we have to stop.”

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t tell me no. Please don’t tell me no,” he begs pathetically with a whimper.

You look down and meet his soft gaze, biting your bottom lip. He’s never going to tell you that he wants you, only you (and you don’t want him to), but the look he’s giving you says everything.

He’s just as gone for you as you are for him.

“We should stop now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Lloyd-”

“Don’t, because you don’t want to either. Lets just...this will all be over soon.”

“Take me home, Daddy,” you moan, finally giving in.

Lloyd has you twice before deciding he needs a break.

“You want any dates?” he asks as you get comfortable on his bed.

“You would eat dates,” you scowl, your irritation with him still very apparent.

“What’s wrong with dates?!”

“Nothing.”

“I have a feeling that I’m going to be making up for this night for a while.”

“I mean, you punched my date in the fucking face for literally nothing so-”

“You’re acting like you were having the best time!”

“Go get your fucking dates, you pretentious fuck,” you mumble as you avert your gaze to the window.

“I fuck you till you’re stupid, and you’d think that would grant me some fucking mercy.”

“Lloyd, I’ll honestly punch you in throat if you don’t shut the fuck up right now,” you warn; your eyes giving away just how fed up you are with him.

All he does is scowl before walking out of the room. You’re alone with your thoughts for all of three seconds before your phone starts going off. You can’t help but chuckle before answering it.

“Hello?”

“LLOYD PUNCHED BRYAN IN THE FUCKING FACE?!” Taj exclaims as you burst out laughing.

“Stop it, Taj.”

“Um no, what the fuck? Where are you now?”

“Said face punchers’ house,” you groan as you lay back.

“Y/N!”

“I know! Trust me, I know!”

“Honestly, I’m just being told I’m right, right now.”

“Taj!”

“He likes you and you like him.”

“He does not!”

“That’s why he punched your date in the face?”

“I’m going now. I love you, bye!”

“I love you, too, little Miss Magic Pussy.”

“Taji!”

“Bye,” she sings before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Doctor boy snitched on me?” Lloyd laughs as he makes his way back into the bedroom, a glass of wine in hand and you know its for you.

“I mean, you did punch him in the face,” you snap harshly as you take the wine glass from him.

“Jesus, what did you want?! To ride off in the sunset with him?!”

“You don’t need to know!”

“I saved you from a boring date and bad sex. The least you could do is thank me!”

“I’m not going to thank you for being a dick, Lloyd.”

“You’re wearing my bracelet-”

“Only because I’m wearing my Mother’s locket,” you quickly interrupt without thinking.

“So that’s why it means so much to you.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not, I’m just trying to understand you more.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the most complicated person I’ve ever met.”

“I tried to warn you.”

“What can I say? I like to play with fire,” he smirks and you feel yourself becoming desperate for him all over again.

“Lloyd-”

“Shut up,” he scoffs before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

You hate how all consuming his kisses can be, “What do you want from me, Lloyd?” you breathe as you two break apart.

“Just wanna get lost in you for a little while longer, Doll Face.”

“Why?”

“Because it feels good. So fucking good.”

“And when the month is up?”

“Gotta find someone else to get lost in,” he shrugs.

“If we stop-”

“We don’t want to,” he growls.

“This is getting out of hand-”

“I promise to not punch anymore of your dates in the fucking face.”

“This is more than that, Lloyd-”

“No it isn’t.”

“Why do you keep-”

“I’m happy, Y/N,” he moans as he slides two fingers into your soaked cunt. “I’m happy and it’s because of you.”

“So, shouldn’t we-”

“No, because you’re happy too. We have fun and we need that; especially in the line of work we do.”

“Baby, I don’t-”

“It’s just two more weeks,” he pleads as he picks up his pace and your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you moan as you come undone on his fingers.

So, you silently give in. You tell him (and yourself) that it stops after the two weeks are up. It’s just sex and you don’t need him as much as he needs you. Because, at the end of the day, he’s the one that’s always seeking you out. It’ll be easy to say goodbye and that’s just a fact.

So, for the next two weeks you and Lloyd fuck like there’s no tomorrow. He comes to your house (because you refuse to go to his), and mind numbing every time. Almost like he’s making sure you never forget that he’s the only one that’s ever made you feel so amazing. However, they’re days that he comes over and wants nothing.

Those days fuck you up.

He just wants to be in your space. He watches TV while you work, plays with your hair when you’re exhausted and just want to calm down, and orders dinner when you’re putting together plans and lessons. When you ask him why he comes over, he simply says “you annoy me the least out of everyone I know.”

By the time his evaluation arrives, your head is spinning.

“So, what do you think?” Fitzroy asks as you all sit at the main table in the conference room.

You feel your heartbreaking just a bit, but mask it well as you take a deep breath. “Lloyd Hansen is ready for the CIA,” you smile. “You’ll more than likely bump heads with him from time to time, but he’s come a long way from when you first brought him to me. He’s pulled back on his methods of torture, you’ll never find anyone more dedicated, and he’s damn good on the field. He’s calm when shit goes sideways and he’s always prepared with a backup plan. Yeah, he’s still working on the whole authority thing, but he listens well for the most part. Fitz, you have a new whipping boy,” you smile sarcastically and Fitzroy responds with the same smile.

“So, what do ya say, Son? Ready to join the CIA?”

How you’re not prepared for what comes next is beyond you. It’s Lloyd. Nothing can ever go as planned, because he’s an asshole.

“No,” Lloyd responds cool, shit eating grin painted across his face.

“No?!” your Father yells as you choke on your spit.

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it a lot these last few weeks, and I just don’t want it anymore,” he shrugs.

You look over at Carmichael, who is doing his best to hide his laughter, and shrug at him. All he does in response is shake his head.

“Son, do you know how much time and energy we’ve put into you?” Fitzroy questions, sitting up and leaning in, his anger very much showing on his face.

“No one told you to do that.”

“Lloyd-” you start.

“No, I don’t want to join the CIA anymore. However, I do want to stay here, under the watchful eye of Y/N.”

“Come again?” you question, still confused as to what the fuck is actually going on.

“What part didn’t you comprehend, Doll Face?”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Fitzroy yells.

“Watch it,” your Father warns.

“Can everyone shut the fuck up for 5 seconds?!” you question, your brain going into overdrive. “Lloyd, today is my last day. After this, I’m done.”

“Then I guess I’m a free agent.”

“Now, just hold on-” your Father starts.

“No, the deal is that I work under Y/N, or I walk. So, what do ya say, Doll Face?” Lloyd smirks at you.

With everyone’s eyes on you, you know you have to make a decision and fast. Lloyd or a normal life? Work or stability? Happiness or frustration?

One thing’s for sure; with Lloyd in the picture, nothing is ever going to be the same again.

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[kakashiislut]

Why Not? Kakashi Hatake.

Platonic age-gap, reader is about 20-21. Nothing gross or weird.

“So what is it?”

He fixes the blanket thrown underneath him and crosses his legs to stare up at the sky.

“What is what, Kakashi sensei?” You question, turning your head towards him.

You’re laying down on your blanket as well. He had found you cuddled up by a tree in the fall weather, leaves falling around you and he plopped down right by you. You eventually laid the blanket down on the floor and both of you settled on it.

“You Uh…after you turned 19, you kinda just…stopped being you. I mean I don’t wanna bother you, but like my girl is switching up on me” He laughed near the end, gently poking at your side.

You smiled a bit, but it was quick to die off. “You ever….like someone, but you…know It’s wrong and well…they won’t ever like you back?”

Kakashi stopped and pushed his finger to his masked lip. “Hmmmm….depends. I don’t know about the “it’s wrong to like them” part…but sure, I know the feeling”

He clears his throat.

But you speak up before him.

“And everyone would…judge you for it? Especially them. I guess I just…feel anxious Everytime I’m around him.”

“Are you anxious right now?”

There’s a silence, you gulp and fix your hair.

“Uhh, yes.”

“Is it Shikamaru?” He teases.

You smile a bit “He’s a good friend. No.”

“Hah! He thinks of you as more then a friend.” He laughs a bit and turns to stare at you.

“Is it me…”

Your heart stops beating for a second.

“Ever since you where a kid it was obvious…but you shouldn’t waste your life on me.”

“WHY NOT?” You toss your body up and stare down at him, eyes wide. You’re breathing heavy. You’re scared?

“Why not? Come on, look at me, im old and worn out. I’m 30. Hell, I don’t even remember the last time I was with a woman.”

“Old? You’re not old, kakashi. YOURE BEAUTIFUL!” You feel crazy.

“Beautiful!! Oh my god!” He laughs loudly, covering his one eye. He peaks through his fingers, “your daddy issues are showing”

“Me? Hah! In your dreams…YOU have daddy issues.” You lean over to look at him.

“..that’s true. Don’t insult me” you can hear the pout in his voice.

There is a silence.

“I love you…Kakashi sensei.”

“Why.”

“Why not?”

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[ajs-bookmark]

guess who fucking finished EPISODE SIX

that’s right it’s meeee

okok my thoughts: SPOILERS AHEAD

IRIS MESSAGING OH MY GODS ITS SO COOL ITS SO FREAKINGG COOOOLLLL! !!!! like ARGGGG its like a really badly connected facetime i love it.

omgs luke “HOW DO YOU KNOW😳😳” that’s some interesting foreshadowing there uncle rick

CLARISSEEEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART IN THE BOOKS

“compared to the chimera on monday and medusa on sunday” percy’s so real for that idc. icon.

WHEN DID YOU TWO START ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE LMAOAOAOAOA how did luke know. mans knew from the very beginning

animals running amok in las vegas💀

i’m guessing the one with the giant lotus blossom on it annabeth, queen of calling out percy’s bullshit

LEVITATING IS PERFECT (not as perfect as poker face but still pretty good)

the graphic novel. counts. my bro ain’t wrong. the graphic novels count

THEY FIGURED IT OUT SO SOON IM SO PROUD OF THEM

I MAYBE SAW BIANCAS HAT like i saw in the background a girl with a green floppy hat ??? bianca is that you ???

are augustus and ferdinand gay ????

if i tell you something will you promise not to make fun of me and annabeths lil “dude” like percy ofc she’s going to make fun of you

IS THAT NICO INTHE RED JACKEF I SEE HIM I SEE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM HES SO AWWWWW AW AW AW AW AW I LOVD YOU

^^^^my actual reaction as a saw a lil short kid with black hair wearing a red jacket

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER

youre a really good guesser. lmao percy he’s a god😭😭

luke changes everything. like he always does. 

poor bb looks so sad about his son :( i can tell he wants to go back and fix everything

i remember JUST FINE.  GO QUEEN GO.  LIKE YES YOU DO, TELL THE BITCHY GOD

and i feel a lot better about having stolen his keys. exactly !! wait what. this whole scene was so perfectly their dynamic

HAHAHAHAHHA PERCY DRIVING A CAR IVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER HOLY HADES

imagine your first driving lesson being saving the world i think i would kms

HELP HIM HITTING THE WALL IM DEAD

grover getting his memory back is so cute 🥰🥰🥰

yes king go meet ur dad even though he’s not there

PREPARE FOR WAR OMGS WHAT …. i was NIT expecting that

this is not your fault. you are brave. you are strong. you made your father proud. me when the daddy issues kick in and i almost started crying

HEY NOW. THEY ONLY GAVE HIM THREE IN THE BOOKS. RESPECTFULLY, WHY DOES SALLY JACKSON GET TO LIVE INSTANTLY WHY IS THERE NOT A STRUGGLE !!! THATS PERCYS WHOLE REASON FOR BEING PISSED

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[euphorianyx]

DADDY ISSUES [DAWN] -10-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut /Intriguing/Violent/Soapy/Fluff/ Angst |+18| Summary: I was water, he was fire Together, we turned into haze He wanted my light I wanted his pain Even if we try to deny Our hearts knew their way Money, glory, power for life Us was all we needed in the end ⟪A/N: Please do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.⟫

⨳ DADDY ISSUES SUNSET -prequel- ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES DAWN other chapters ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES PLAYLIST ⨳

“What the heck is going on here?”

JungKook kept watching the car with furrowed eyebrows. His voice showed a bit of confusion, but his face was what got you. He was ice-cold, and you knew whatever going on would not be for good.

“JungKook”

You tried to get an explanation from him. His sort of deep yet velvety voice filled the air of the car.

“Did you see my father before you got here?”

Closing your eyes, a regretful sigh escaped from you.

“Yes ! I mean, I kind of talked back to him but… I… Uhh…”

Losing the way to your words, you began rambling. Much to your surprise, JungKook let out a crazy chuckle.

“Babydoll… You always find a way to amaze me.”

Gasping in utter shock, you could not help mocking his remark.

“I showed up with explosives, and what amazed you was me opposing your father?”

JungKook tilted his head once, like he was making a private joke. Any other human being spoke to him that way would beg to die within minutes. It was only and only you.

“My life… I will end what you started. Right now, something is going on, but I don't know what yet.”

After that remark, you were not able to form a single word. Jungkook has never called you 'my life' before. That was the softest you have heard of him so far. However, the rest of the sentence was vantablack.

The white car beside you sped up and cut through your way with a loud break. His eagle gaze never leaving the man, JungKook reached for the door whilst finishing his sentence.

“Stay in the car.”

Was what you heard before JungKook got out. For some reason, the man got out of the car as well and greeted JungKook. JungKook seemed far from patience. He arched his eyebrows while his eyes were busy tearing the man standing before him.

“Speak.”

Since he was not as tall as JungKook, the man tried his best to take the advantage by fixing his fresh clean suit.

“Mr. Park wants his daughter back. Apologies ahead, but Father Jeon does not want you to get involved any further.”

Watching their interaction closely, you knew… Knew one of the worst scenarios was about to unfold. A smirk spread across JungKook's face. The unhinged smirk you were quite familiar with… And his eyes light up.

“Call my father.”

Smiling, Jae Oh turned around and put his gun under JungKook's chin. Then he dialed the number of his father.

Upon seeing the shiny metal, the panic was evident in your eyes. You were scared of JungKook getting hurt again. However, he seemed as if he was getting ready to play an arcade game.

Father Jeon's deep voice met them through the speakers. JungKook spoke cheerfully.

“Father, I see you are getting old.”

His father's cold voice echoed.

“You are smart enough to know I have no option, son.”

JungKook's tone was almost mocking. Only if his father actually could read.

“Oh you don't father.”

Maybe he could understand how serious it ended.

“But I do.”

Then JungKook directed his words at the man sitting across father Jeon in suit and tie.

“Mr. Park, I guess the drink with my father was profitable.”

The replied with a dry voice, as he shifted on the comfy chair.

“Indeed it was.”

JungKook let out a bone chilling chuckle.

“I hope Jimin loved the chrysants through his goodbye. I did not plan them for Min Ae, but if I must; I will have fresh ones ready for you.”

Mr. Park had no idea what the situation was and thought he must step in to save his daughter. Hearing those words from JungKook was unsettling for him. Mr. Park cleared his throat while he was thinking of how to respond, JungKook cut the line. The phone loosely hung between JungKook's fingers. Right when Jae Oh's hand reached, JungKook let it fall on the ground. Jae Oh shook his head.

“Such a basic move for someone like you, Jeon.”

Then he pointed at the phone with his gun.

“Take it.”

JungKook's lips dropped into a serious pout. He crouched and grabbed a handful of dry foil from the roadside. Back on his feet, JungKook threw the foil at Jae Oh's eyes. Through his blink, JungKook already caught his wrist. Of course, Jae Oh was trained not to give up.

He raised his left leg to kick JungKook. However, the pain was not enough for JungKook to let go. It only bought a couple of seconds to Jae Oh, but it was not enough. JungKook did not go for the gun. He went straight for Jae Oh's chest. Cut out of breath, gun already fell from his hand. JungKook kicked it away, grabbed Jae Oh by his neck and continuously kicked him.

Jae Oh's left brow and lip were bleeding. His ribs were probably injured. With the last immense effort, Jae Oh lifted his head slightly, only for JungKook to grit his teeth and forcefully put his foot on his cheek. Jae Oh was unconscious after all the beating. JungKook grabbed him by his neck, dragged his body till the car. Lifted the heavy body up with both hands and threw Jae Oh in the trunk.

Watching everything, you just knew better to keep the silence. JungKook still had the warm blood on his hands.

“Whatever happens, you will be with me, right?”

JungKook tried to reassure himself. The way his voice softened in the end got through you. You knew something was coming, but you trusted JungKook.

“I will…”

Those words seemed simple yet heavier than any wow. You both knew you could not be apart. The only option left was to face everything together. He took your hand and never let go till the car reached the mansion. As JungKook pulled up by the door, Yugyeom and Johan came running toward you. You had no idea how he managed to put himself together, but Yugyeom was fresh and clean. JungKook asked with such a chilly tone that it kind of spooked you as well.

“Are they still here?”

Yugyeom gave JungKook a sharp nod.

JungKook directed his eyes at Johan, tilted his head to the side of the car.

“Luggage… I am planning a show.”

With no words, Johan made his way to the back of the car. He opened the trunk and dragged the unconscious man out. Seemed a bit surprised, Yugyeom informed JungKook.

“I will get Havoc and Ruffian ready, but…”

His eyes drifted to your side for a brief moment. JungKook kindly put his hands on each side of your arms.

“Babydoll, let's get you upstairs, so you can clean up and rest.”

You did not move.

“Havoc and Ruffian?”

JungKook closed his eyes and sighed.

“My German Shepherds. Now let's go.”

He held his hand out, and you took it kind of unwillingly.

“You have got dogs that I have never seen?!”

JungKook avoided your eyes as he rushed you inside the big mansion.

“Yes because they are wild. Only two people allowed near them.”

You did not need to ask who because you already figured the second person was Yugyeom. Curiosity outweighing your tiredness, you stopped before you stepped on the stairs.

“I want to see them.”

JungKook sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Doll, that will be a process, maybe later.”

You stood on your feet, not taking any step.

“Then tell me what you are going to do.”

JungKook had enough of your little antics. He narrowed his eyes, then you were swept off of your feet. To keep your balance, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you in his arms.

“Why?”

You asked; half smiley, half serious.

“You are being stubborn. We are going to the bedroom.”

JungKook arrived to the large door of the room you have not been in for a while. You shyly opened it, as JungKook did not lose any time to step inside. He slowly put you down, caused you to look up at him with curious eyes.

"I need to change."

Was his reasonable explanation since you both were still covered in dust and dirt. He disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the water running for a few minutes. Jungkook walked out, a towel wrapped around his groins, hanging dangerously low. Smiling at you, JungKook picked a sunray colored shirt and dry seagrass colored trousers. While he was buttoning his shirt, you walked up to help. JungKook's large hand cupped your face as he looked directly into your eyes.

“Now, be a good girl… Stay here, clean up and get ready for me.”

Pretending that you did not get him, you took a step to get close again.

“You told me to have some rest.”

JungKook wrapped his arm around your waist as he pressed your bodies together. Giving you a short yet fiery kiss, he whispered in your ear.

“Obviously you don't want to, so I will help you.”

Giving you a playful smirk, he walked out of the door. Within a minute, one of the maids showed up. She greeted you respectfully.

“How would you like your bath, Mrs. Jeon? I can prepare some daisies, melissa and lavender to help you relax. Would you rather some dried sweet basil and sea salt to give you some energy?”

The simple thought of warm water was enough for you to relax, but you still wanted to see what JungKook was planning.

“Basil and sea salt, please.”

Unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold, you let your body soak in the refreshing water.

Meanwhile, JungKook casually walked out of the door to greet the small crowd in the garden by the table.

“Father”

JungKook greeted the old man in fine suit with a devilish spark in his eyes. Then he directed his eyes to Mr. Park. JungKook looked down at the hand he held out, almost mockingly. Ignoring it, JungKook took his place as the entrees were already served.

His eyes laid on Min Ae, who was sitting across him. She cheekily smiled at JungKook as if nothing happened. As if this was an ordinary, peaceful family dinner. Mr. Park, had a bite of his paçanga pastry, then drifted his eyes back to JungKook.

“You know, your father and I have go way back.”

Still wearing his poker face, JungKook answered the old man with gray hair and fine suit.

“I know… Almost to the building of the company.”

The old man smiled back while his hoarse voice filled the air again.

“If it was not for that, tonight would be a lot worse.”

An arrogant smile bloomed on JungKook's lips.

“Oh, it will be a lot worse.”

All present at the table were astonished upon hearing that statement. Even the maids that were serving the supper. They quickened their work and left with no words. Mr. Park was the one that broke the eerie silence.

“I believe no one has such an intention.”

A chilling chuckle from JungKook echoed.

“Mr. Park… The history of our generation is a little different from yours.”

Mr. Park's face hardened as his voice drifted.

“I am aware…but my son already paid the price for that.”

JungKook nodded twice then raised his hand. After his little gesture; YugYeom and the low growl of the dogs made their entrance.

“That is why tonight is just a little warning.”

Yugyeom followed the stone path and arrived to the wooden arbor. JungKook slowly made his way to the same place and removed the cover of Jae Oh. The beaten man squinted his eyes after the bright light hit his eyes.

Upon seeing two dogs with their teeth showing, Jae Oh began begging JungKook for mercy. Although, those calls were in vain. JungKook crouched to reach Havoc and Ruffian. Obediently, dogs just got closer to him. JungKook petted them both a few times. Dogs never looked away from JungKook.

“Are you hungry?”

Havoc let out a small growl, making JungKook smile.

“Of course you are… Go, here is your dinner.”

Under the horrified gaze of the small crowd, Havoc and Ruffian ripped apart the man in front of them. The agonizing screams of Jae Oh went on for a few minutes. Then they died down while the dogs were busy with his remains.

Finally regaining some energy, you stepped out of the tub. Grabbing the towel waiting, you walked out of the bathroom. Since nothing changed in his room, you made your way to the familiar dressing room. Considering JungKook's choice of color, you opted for a knee-length peach-colored dress. Fixing your hair into a ponytail, you felt you looked a bit decent at least.

Making your way to the window, you realized Min Ae was there by the table. Then your eyes shifted to the arbor. You froze as you witnessed the last minute of two dogs' cruel feast. Hand on your mouth, you just backed away from the window. You could feel your stomach started to get sick. You took a deep breath, grabbed a glass of water from the mini bar on the corner. Furthermore, you could not let that scene get to you.

Walking downstairs, you tried your best to keep calm and collected. The shock was still evident in the eyes of everyone by the table. When JungKook saw you, his first instinct was to send the dogs away with Yugyeom. Then he put the cover back on the ground. Regardless of his efforts, you could see the blood on the green leaves around the arbor. JungKook met you through halfway to the table.

“Babydoll, I told you to wait in our room.”

His whisper carried the hints of worry and annoyance. Your stare challenged him, even if you did not intend to.

"You asked me if I would be with you, whatever happens. And I said yes, Jungkook."

His fingers gently held your chin.

“I meant it Y/N…”

Then his voice softened.

“I just did not want you to see that gruesome mess.”

Your fingers slowly reached and caressed his ear before you fixed his dark hair.

“I know… I promised, so I am here for it all.”

After the reassurance, JungKook gave you an accepting nod and a soft smile. He held your hand above his as you walked toward the table. The crowd was still under the effect of not so little show of Jungkook. Mr. Jeon almost fell back on his chair. He uncomfortably loosened his tie. Mr. Park stepped away from the table as he told Min Ae to follow him. Before they could make another move, JungKook called out.

“Leaving already? I think you should stay for the dessert.”

Knowing well they had no chance, Mr. Park gestured his daughter to sit back while he did so. Mr. Park realized JungKook was far worse than he thought of. Not crossing his line was the only thing they could do. JungKook lifted your hand a little higher to place a little kiss. After that, he pulled the chair for you to sit. Silence took over again while maids served apple pies to everyone.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Father.”

JungKook said while he cut the pie in front of him.

“Maybe you should try someone more professional.”

Father Jeon did not even try to say anything back. He just palmed his face out of stress. JungKook changed the cut pie with yours. Noticing Min Ae's eyes on him irked something in you.

“Mr. Park, I was hoping Min Ae to be our guest for a couple of days.”

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[layla4567]

Imagine with Loki

Warning: Slightly smut

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It had been a long time since I moved to Asgard with Loki, it was my own decision and I don't regret it. Despite the complaints from my father Tony or my best friend Peter, I still went ahead accepting the consequences, even Thor, his own brother, warned me about what Loki was like, and although he supported me in my decision, he wanted me to be clear about what he told me. I would "cope" if I stayed with him. But in the end everything was not so bad, I was aware of how he really was and I knew that it would be difficult for me to adapt to his habits and his home.

Loki has a kind of avoidant attachment and of course daddy issues that results in a person who believes that he is not worthy of love or be loved and very distrustful. So it took me a lot to earn his trust and another extra effort for him to notice me. He seemed to want to get close to me at first but naturally jealous he would retreat if he saw me chatting with another guy, and that was another problem.

Luckily Thor helped me a lot to convince Loki that I stopped being so reluctant to have contact with me. And after having passed this first stage and after digging into that hard marble shell, I was able to discover a tender and kind background with a heart of gold. He opened up to me like no one ever has, he talked to me about his fears and insecurities, and I'm so proud of him for having overcome all of that, putting him aside so he could talk to me. I would like to be able to see the faces of those who didn't trust me when they saw this new Loki so I could say "I told you so!". Because he was never really mean, let's just say he was hurt and misunderstood.

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With all those thoughts and memories in mind I found myself in my room with my elbows resting on the edge of the wide balcony. The window was large and tall with amber silk curtains on the sides. A soft twilight breeze was blowing while I saw the horizon of all of Asgard, some Asgardians were still seen walking from here to there doing their work. Suddenly three knocks knocked on my door.

"Yes, come in"-I said

Loki appeared around the door frame timidly opening it as if he wanted not to disturb.

"Sorry to intrude, do you mind if I come in?"-He said as he slowly opened the door a little more.

"Please do, you weren't interrupting anything."-I said with a smile and a twinkle of tenderness in my eyes

He walked towards me with an elegant walk to end up next to me by the balcony.

"Everything in order darling?"

God I loved when he called me that

"Sure Loki, I was just admiring the view"

suddenly, almost without realizing it, I smile remembering something

Loki looks at me strangely and then fixes his gaze on the villagers who were visible from the window and then looks at me again confused

"And now what's so funny? I don't think Asgardians are hilarious enough to make you smile"-and he frowned

"Nothing love, I just remembered something"-and I started to giggle

"Oh it's nothing, all right. I guess if you don't want to tell me then I might tell Thor that you were the one who drew the Mjolnir on him with a marker that time"

I looked at him in surprise as I gasped

"Loki Laufeyson! Don't you dare!!"

"Do you want to bet dear? If I remember correctly the last time you lost"-he smiled mischievously

I went from shock to outrage, even though I couldn't really be mad at him, a small part of me was amused. That's why I decided to tickle him as a small revenge

"No wait Y/n I'm sorry I take it back!!"-his smirk faded in a second as he became serious imploring her to stop. He hated tickling

I didn't want to indulge him so I didn't stop right away. But when I did he seemed relieved.

"Ok, I'll tell you so you don't suffer anymore"-I laughed-"I just remembered that time I was trying to make friends in Asgard when I first arrived and I was talking to a couple of guys and one went out of his way to drop me hints so you approached them and told them the lady had some important business. while you took my arm and dragged me away from them, remember?"

He nodded with his eyes closed and a small embarrassing smile.

"How could I stoop so low for a Midgardian?"-while covering his face with his hand-"You had me spellbound and I didn't know how to react to that, didn't you mind what I did that day?"-and he looked at me with a trace of concern

"Of course not"-I grabbed his face with my hands- "in fact I found it cute. I understood that those were your ways of showing interest in me"-I laughed while looking at him tenderly

"Oh my beautiful Y/n, what did I do to deserve you?"-looking at me intensely

I couldn't resist and I stood on tiptoes to kiss his lips. He didn't have to beg and he kissed me back with even more energy.

then he encircled my waist with his arms, a pleasant shiver ran through my entire spine as I got up to be taller and thus encircle his waist with my legs. his kisses and caresses were strong but warm like burning coals that wrapped me whole. when our faces separated just 10 centimeters to catch our breath Loki looked at my eyes and lips with hunger

He held me firmly by the waist and gently placed me on the bed. from there Loki began to delicately kiss my neck making me shudder. It started from the top of my jaw to just below the shoulder as I closed my eyes enjoying his warm touch. Without realizing it, he began to untie my silk dress until it fell and slipped down my legs, leaving me in my underwear, With my semi-naked body, the Asgardian began to draw a path of wet kisses along and across my figure. Loki moved down my bust making a beeline for my belly button. His lips on my skin made me squirm and cling tightly to the sheets as I arched my back and his slow steps left me wanting more.

But when Loki reached the lower part of my belly, I let out a sigh of pleasure, throwing my head back. He seemed to like that because he smiled with that smile that made me blush and he kept going down a little more until he reached my thighs near my groin, and moving my underwear a little away he gently kissed the concave area between my privacy and my leg

"Loki.."-I couldn't hold it and I moaned his name weakly as I felt my groin throb desperately wanting more.

"I'm sorry but your silhouette is delicious my queen"-He began to take off his clothes, revealing a stocky torso, it was the body of a god

I bit my lips as a sign of desire, I wanted it for myself now

Now with his bare chest he began to kiss me passionately while encircling his neck with one hand and the other caressing his face. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it up to his waist so that I could encircle him.

I found the strength to whisper in his ear-"Now is my turn"

now Loki was under me and I sat astride his hips, I entertained myself contemplating his well-worked torso while caressing his stomach

I drew lines from top to bottom applying a little pressure from time to time as if it were a massage. Loki's skin seemed to tremble with every caress. I wanted to take it to another level and I began to swing my hips in circles back and forth as if I were performing a slow and sensual dance. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent moan, with each movement he made his breathing quickened and I could feel his property tight under me.

"Y/n..Please"-His voice sounded cracked due to excitement.

His pleas made me feel more feverish, so we quickly took off our remaining clothes, leaving them on the floor. The god of mischief took control again and now he was on top of me, sticking his body against mine, he pressed his hip against mine, belly to belly. I dug my nails into his broad back, scratching gently.

His thrusts were slow but precise, always following the same rhythm. Our breaths were getting faster and heavier, I could feel Loki panting in my ear and his breath warm. He was taking me to Eden in that room with 4 walls. The speed increased more and more and I sank more and more my claws into his skin making Loki tense his muscles and jaw. His hips collided with mine and our bodies beaded with sweat. I felt some pain but also euphoria, and the pleasure washed over the pain, like two waves crashing together. Yes, that was it, with each movement I felt like a wave was invading me, enveloping me and rocking me with force. My waist accompanied each movement of his, each thrust and withdrawal that he gave I accompanied him in his rhythm

The pleasure that enveloped us was so great that I couldn't concentrate my thoughts. At one point Loki detached himself from my body and held my thighs for a better grip. Now he, being incorporated, his thrusts were deeper. I clung to the sheets more fiercely to contain myself but let out small moans.

The atmosphere was passionate, the temperature rose and rose, the god of lies was giving everything and I responded complacently. Before reaching the climax, Loki begged me to say his name.

"Say my name... I want to hear you say that I'm yours.."-he said hoarsely almost in a whisper

I tilted my head back slightly arching my back.

"Loki!"-I released almost without strength and without being able to contain myself much more and sighed long and hard

Satisfied and tired as if a battle had been fought we snuggled up to each other with a sheet covering us poorly trying to catch our breath. Loki lying on his back with his torso still naked and I hugged him with an arm on his chest while he hugged me and caressed my hair and shoulder

"Loki, my love"

"Mmh?"-he murmured with his eyes closed as his breathing became calm

"I love you"

"I love you more darling"

He kissed my head and then we fell fast asleep

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ok now I feel dirty and naughty :v (what the hell I just wrote?)

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Writers of High Card.... hitting me with tragic old man yaoi...won't make me overlook the unresolved paternal trauma Leo has has gone through, you won't make me forget so y'all better bring Theodore back in the next episode to solve that shit or we're gonna have a problem (●__●)

"Ban the person I really wanted to save was you," fucking gay ass line, bitch say that to your son that got fucking demolished on your behalf, he's right fucking there (╥﹏╥)

The whole series to me has a lot of writing flaws which I'm always willing to overlook cuz I'm having a genuinely good time AND they feed me the yaoi but I won't stand for Theodore not resolving anything with Leo.

Thoughts and prayers to Owen watching his crush- I mean boss, confessing to his ex- I mean their enemy, right in front of him. Sorry babe, he's just not into you, do better baby girl ಥ‿ಥ

I did have to pause the episode to write this cuz I was...it was just too much, so I should probably get back to that and see how it ends since there's like five minutes left. They better fix this bs!!!

Edit: they hugged kinda so I guess everything is fine???(it's not, y'all need family therapy if you think that's all it takes). Not like it matters since it's Finn's turn apparently, oh boy. First, daddy issues now, long lost onii-chan issues, high card is not slick, at ALL but I'm here for it.

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