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xcaptain-winterx · 5 months

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dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine!reader

summary: Lloyd and his son don’t like to share

warnings: fluff, Lloyd, boobs, breastfeeding

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

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It’s dark outside as Lloyd walks through the front door of the Hansen castle. He’s been away since the morning, hunting down a drug dealer. He couldn’t even kiss you good morning because he left at 4am and didn’t want to wake you up. Your son is now three months old and is waking you two up every night because he’s hungry or lonely.

Lloyd really doesn’t understand how LJ can be that small when he eats that much. When LJ got the private doctor’s check up, they told you that he’s a bit small for his age. The doctor assured you two, though, that some kids just are smaller and LJ also came earlier than expected. Lloyd can still remember how small LJ was when he was born.

He may be small, but he got a strong set of lungs that he likes to use around Lloyd, mostly. The men Lloyd tortures in the basements hear the crying of the small Hansen.

Luckily, Sunshine is there to help. Lloyd knows he could never handle LJ alone. First, because LJ is a mama boy and second, because he doesn’t have boobs.

God, he loves your boobs, too.

He never thought your breast could get any more perfect, but he could have never imagined how beautiful they would get once you got pregnant. Not only that, but he literally became obsessed when your breast started to fill and he first ever got a taste of you.

The first time he tasted you, which was not your cum, you two were having some passionate sex and as Lloyd kissed your chest, he also kissed your breast. At some point, he sucked on your nipple and his mouth immediately filled with your soft milk. You were so embarrassed that Lloyd had to pull out and tell you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed about that.

Lloyd opens the door to the master bedroom, but you are not there. The bed doesn’t look freshly made, meaning that you apparently got woken up by something or rather someone.

“Oh, Junior, keeping your mom up again?” Lloyd says to himself as he makes his way to LJ’s nursery. He can see the soft glow of the lamp from under the door illuminating the dark hallway. Lloyd carefully opens the door and the sight that greets him melts his heart.

You are sitting in the rocking chair, nursing your sweet boy, while humming a soft lullaby. He can see your eye bags and messy hair, which to him makes you look even more beautiful. His college self would have thrown up if he knew he was going to be a father, but now, this is all he wants.

“Hey, Sunshine” Lloyds says quietly. You look up at him with a soft but tired smile, being awake since 2am because LJ keeps screaming his lungs out for you.

“Hey, Moonlight” you answer, tilting your head titling, as he walks towards you. “You are late”.

“I know. My work wasn’t really cooperative” he says and kisses your forehead. Your attention goes back to LJ as he grabs your finger. Lloyd follows and looks down at his son. “Hello to you too, my hungry little boy. Been keeping your mom up the whole night, haven’t you?”.

LJ pulls your finger closer at that, like he understands what Lloyd is saying, making him chuckle. His eyes slowly start to close as he continues to suck on your nipple.

Lloyd looks at you as his son starts to fall asleep.

“Was he a lot of trouble tonight?” he asks seriously, kneeling next to the chair.

“Define trouble”.

Lloyd chuckles, “Did he wake you up a lot of times? Was he just hungry, in need of a diaper change or did he just want mama?”.

“Two times. After the second time I just stayed awake because he wanted the full care package” you say caressing your son’s cheek. Even though he’s been eating, you are still full, which makes your breast hurt.

Lloyd notices how you keep changing your position in the chair while making sure LJ doesn’t stir. A grin flashes on Lloyd’s face.

“You know, when LJ is done and asleep, I could help you. I haven’t had a taste from your milk in a long time” he whispers, kissing your neck. You both know, he had them two weeks ago. “Come on, they taste so-“.

Before he can finish, LJ screams at the top of his lungs, a bit of milk still on his lips. His hand pulling your shirt closer. Lloyd rolls his eyes before looking at you.

“You see that, Sunshine?! He is stealing you away from me and now your boobs” he looks down at his son, “they were mine before you were here. I called dibs back then”.

Like LJ understands, he screams louder and kicks his legs, hitting his dad, making him hiss.

“See! LJ just kicked me, Sunshine” Lloyd says, rubbing his arm. While Lloyd complains, LJ starts screaming louder.

“Ok both of you calm down” you say, tucking your breast back in your sport bra and putting LJ on your chest, rubbing his back. “Lloyd, LJ is a baby. Because of him I produce what you fancy so much”.

“But-“.

“No, Lloyd. He calls dibs on them when he’s hungry, ok?”.

“Sunshi-“ Lloyd tries again.

“You can have them when LJ is not needing them”.

“But I-“.

“Either that or no boobs for you, Mr Hansen” you say. Lloyd looks like a kicked puppy. It doesn’t make it any better that he knows that his infant son is probably smiling right now.

Eventually, Lloyd nods in defeat and lays his head on your lap. A smile breaks out on your face as a pouty Lloyd is now hiding his face in your lap. You comb your fingers through his short hair, which slightly lifts Lloyd’s mood.

Sharing her boobs, or to be more correct, his Sunshine, was never something Lloyd had planned, but now he needs to.

It could be worse, though.

Guess he will just have to share your boobs.

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #daddy sociopath #daddy sociopath AU #dad!lloyd hansen #dad!lloyd hansen x reader #dad!lloyd hansen x sunshine!reader #dad!lloyd #xcaptain winterx #the gray man #the gray man lloyd

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buckypascal · 1 year

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I KNEW THEY DIDNT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE 🤣

#THESE LOSERS 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏👏😭😭😭😭#sebastian stan #chris evans #ghosted #cole turner #god the bounty hunter #i cant believe thats a tag now lmao #ana de armas #my sunshine #pretty boy

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beyondthefold · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as MACE Sunshine (2007) | dir. Danny Boyle

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youjustcantrefuse · 6 months

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Have a wicked good Halloween 🎃

Chris Evans Movies Edition

#chris evans #bryce langley #curtis everett #james mace #andy barber #robert pronge #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #kyle #fierce people #the perfect score #snowpiercer #sunshine movie #defending jacob #the iceman #knives out #the gray man

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lilacevans · 1 year

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#chris evans #chrisevans #cevans #cevansedit #chrisevansedit #evansedit #cevansgifs #chris evans gifs #chris evans gif #mace #james mace #sunshine #christopher i am sick of ur shit #christopher how dare u #lila's gifs #lila's mace gifs

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unearthlydust · 2 years

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CHRIS EVANS SUNSHINE (2007)

#chris evans #evansedit #cevansedit #userbecka #tuserliliana #sunshine #filmedit #*

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forchrisevans · 2 years

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prettiest man alive(༶ಥ_ಥ༶)

+bonus✨

#chris evans #evansedit #dailychrisevans #tuserliliana #userbecka #mackievanstan #prettiest man alive #LOOK AT HIS EYES #sunshine #myedit #*mine: gifs #lightyear press #*q

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esotericgalaxy · 11 months

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Lloyd Hansen can break this back 🥴🤪

#the gray man #chris evans #Lloyd #lloyd hansen #goddamn he beautiful #evans #Steve rogers #sunshine #hey cupcake #pumpkin #Chris

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paperandsong · 2 months

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As Hiroyuki Sanada is having a moment with the success of Shōgun, Cillian Murphy having just been nominated for his first Oscar, and Michelle Yeoh winning hers last years, it's a great time to look back at Sunshine (2007).

Despite being directed by Danny Boyle and written by Alex Garland, the film received poor reviews and was not considered a success at the time. The plot was weak, which could have been forgiven if it hadn't gone completely off the rails in the last half. I mean, I forgive it, but the critics didn't.

I still highly recommend it. The visuals are stunning, the last three minutes emotionally moving, and the cast has proven timelessly talented. For being such a little film, without much love, just look at this collection of stars trapped in space together:

From left to right: Troy Garity, Cillian Murphy, Michelle Yeoh, Rose Byrne, Cliff Curtis, Benedict Wong, Chris Evans

#sunshine 2007 #hiroyuki sanada #cillian murphy #michelle yeoh #chris evans #rose byrne #danny boyle #alex garland #cliff curtis #benedict wong #troy garity

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sweetlilbambi · 2 years

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new fave genre of men: when they play golf </333

#aka me trying to convert my moots to thirsting over aaron hotchner #guys pls….. forbidden romance age gap grump x sunshine material here #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #criminal minds #bambi’s aaron <3 #bambi’s chris <3

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xcaptain-winterx · 9 months

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Hiii I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a drabble or oneshot of LJ’s first birthday? Thank youuu also I love your writing 🫶🏼

Superstar

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: LJ’s first birthday

warnings: fluff, slight suggestive stuff, poop, tears, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

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“Ouch” Lloyd says, pulling his hand to his chest, looking at the spatula in your hand “that hurt”.

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk before continuing making the cake, “I told you that you can’t eat the cake batter”. Lloyd huffs and sits down on the counter opposite from you. He watches you stirring the pot while swinging his legs.

A pout forms on his lips “But why? You already made two cakes, Sunshine. Can I just have a little taste, please?”. You slightly turn your head to see Lloyd giving you his best puppy dog look, trying to convince you to give him some.

“Lloyd, you will get to eat some cake later. Not now. Also, eating raw cake batter is not good for you” you say as you pour the batter in the cake form.

A groan leaves Lloyd’s mouth, and he dramatically lets his upper body lay down on the counter. He just wants some cake. Normally, he only gets that dramatic when he doesn’t get a taste of you.

“We used to eat raw cake batter all the time at Harvard. Why can’t we now? That’s not fair” he says, jumping down from the counter. “I even promise to not smear some on your face”. Some hope is still in Lloyd that you give in.

At that you chuckle, “Sorry, Moonlight, but I don’t want to risk you getting sick or that something goes wrong with the cake”.

“Oh, come on” Lloyd says, opening the oven for you to put the cake in. “The other two cakes turned out good. A bit of missing batter wouldn’t have ruined the cake”. He closes the oven after you put it in before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back into his chest. You giggle when his mustache tickles the weak spot on your neck. He starts to sway from foot to foot with you in his arms. You lean your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

A smile plasters on Lloyd’s face. “Don’t worry” he begins, “everything is going to be perfect”. He places a soft kiss against your temple.

You give him a quiet sound of acknowledgment. “Everything has to be perfect”. If this day doesn’t go as planned, you could never forgive yourself for messing up. If someone else ruins this day, you will kill them. It’s not every day that your baby turns one.

It’s LJ’s first birthday, and you have been planning this day for a long time. You spend months deciding what theme it’s going to be, what cakes should be served, who will be there, the presents and more. You spend a month alone looking for the best five stars bakers to make cakes for that day. Lloyd thinks he has never seen you this mad when the baker you chosen said he didn’t have time that day. He may or may have not threatened to cut his balls off and make cake pops with them if he didn’t bake that cake.

Best husband.

The smile on your face when Lloyd told you that the baker just mixed up the dates and actually has time was something beyond happy.

Therefore Lloyd is that confused and mad that he can’t have some cake. So far you baked three cakes and more cake will be here shortly. He needs some sugar.

While you were spending months planning this birthday, Lloyd just stood next to you, letting you be in your fixation. For once, he didn’t get why you were making such a big deal. LJ was only 3 months old at the time, but perhaps it was also because he was scared to tell you to calm down. Obviously, he knows that the first birthday is somehow special, but overall it’s just a birthday. This doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have made all of his staff decorate the whole place and spend thousand and million dollars on his son’s birthday presents. Lloyd just wouldn’t be that stressed about that day.

He would still kill anyone that dares to ruin this day.

The more the relationship with his son grew, the more he realized LJ deserves everything in this world and there is nothing he won’t do to make that possible. If one of the staff or his minions makes LJ cry, they can prepare to get their organs taken out and limbs cut off.

Lloyd is trying really hard to be dad of the year.

While he is trying to be dad of the year, he knows that mom of the year already goes to you. The title already belonged to you before LJ was even born.

A staff ruins Lloyd’s and yours moment as they walk in and inform you that the cakes are here. Lloyd groans again as you jump out of his arms and make your way to the kitchen on the first floor. He sends the staff a glare, making them almost piss themselves before following you.

When he comes downstairs, he already sees people bringing in cakes and decorating the place.

“Put those fucking balloons over there, shithead!” Lloyd screams as they hang some balloons near the food table. They quickly scramble around, moving the balloons. “Fucking idiots”.

Lloyd snatches a strawberry from the fruit table and pops it into his mouth, while taking in the scene. If Lloyd didn’t know what was going on, he would think the apocalypse was about to start. He’s almost 100% sure that you made them get all panicked by pressuring them. Though it could also be his heavily armed men standing at each window that are making them that nervous. Lloyd shrugs his shoulders. As long as they do their job it doesn’t concern him if they are close to passing out.

“Lloyd!”

He jumps up from where he is standing and jocks in your direction. You are standing in front of a table with furrowed brows.

“Yes, sunshine” he says, standing next to you, hands behind his back, “what’s the matter? Who do I need to kill?”. Lloyd leans over your shoulder, nose brushing over your cheek as he inhales your smell.

“Do you like the gold or silver stars more?” you say, not acknowledging his action. Lloyd rests his head on your shoulder before moving closer to the table. “The silver stars fits the blue aesthetic more and are more simple, but the problem is that simple is boring. The gold stars are more shiny and bring in a specific ‘wow’ effect, but they don’t match the aesthetic”.

One thing Lloyd will never get tired of is your look for the details. You could paint a portrait of him and won’t show him till you have every single freckle, beauty mark, hair, small scar on the canvas. Though, you don’t have to paint every single wrinkle.

“I like the gold ones. They scream more Hansen” Lloyd says with a cocky smirk.

You look at his choice before nodding and calling over the staff to hang the gold stars up. “If it weren’t for LJs birthday decoration, I would say your ego is showing again” you say, pointing to the staff in which places they should hang them up. Lloyd’s gasp jokingly and places his hand on his chest.

“Sunshine, that’s mean”

“It’s the truth, Moonlight” you say, “your ego is as big as your dick”. A gasp leaves your mouth as Lloyd suddenly grabs you and pulls you into his chest hard, not budging even as you try to get out of his right embrace.

“No no no, Mrs Hansen” he tuts with a low voice, “You know you can’t just talk about my big boy without any action”. Lloyd’s one hand moves to your ass and gives it a good squeeze, while his other hand takes your hand and brings it towards his covered member. “Sunshine”.

In quick motion Lloyd’s Hand on your ass moves to the back of your head and pulls you forward. Your second gasp gets muffled by his lips smacking against yours, teeth clashing together. Lloyd is full on making out with you, not caring about others watching you two. They can watch all they want. Lloyd couldn’t give a fuck less, as long as you’re not naked. He loves touching you in front of others, showing everyone that you belong to him and ONLY him. You’re his and his alone. You belong to him.

Lloyd walks forward, caging you in between the table and him. A simply move of Lloyd’s arm and you are sitting on the table with him between your legs. He grabs your legs and pulls you closer. Out of instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist.

It seems like Lloyd finally gets some attention from you.

Until both of your phones vibrate at the same time. You pull away from the kiss and Lloyd chases your lips, not being finished with the kiss. He needs another taste of your soft lips and peach flavored chapstick. Sadly though, he only gets to touch your finger, which you stopped him from kissing you again, while you pull out your phone and look at it. You open your phone and see that LJ woke up. Both you and Lloyd can check the cameras and will always get a notification when LJ starts to wake up.

“Looks like the Birthday boy is awake” you say and pat Lloyd’s shoulder as you stand up, giving Lloyd a little peck on the lips before he can grumble again. “You coming, daddy?”.

He smiles at the peck and you calling him that “Stop teasing me that much, Sunshine” Lloyd says tilting his head. He watches you giving him a sunny smile, feeling the warmth of your happiness consume him. Lloyd walks over to you and takes your hand in his one, interlocking your pinkies and kissing it. “Let’s wake up our boy” he says before walking with you upstairs to LJ’s nursery.

A big smile greats you as you open the door, two chubby fingers pointing at you two.

“Maaaaa” LJ says, giving a lopsided grin.

You feel Lloyd roll his eyes before moving towards his son. “Well good morning to you too, superstar” he says. He keeps on telling himself that LJ will eventually learn to say Dada, Dad, Daddy, Papa, hell, he would even be ok with LJ calling him Pops.

LJ raises his arms as his dad comes closer. Lloyd picks him up and tickles his little belly, resulting in LJ letting out high giggles and squeals.

“Happy Birthday, bubba!” you say, kissing his cheek. Lloyd smiles and gives him to you as LJ reaches for you. Ones in your arms, LJ immediately snuggles into the crock of your neck. Such a mama boy.

“You are already one now! Only six more years and I can legally show you how to shoot” Lloyd says cheerfully, but quickly shutting up when you send him a death glare, “Of course only when Mama allows it”.

“Which she won’t”

“Yes, what Mama says is law” Lloyd says, “but legally it would be allowed-“

“Lloyd”

“Yeah, you’re right, no weapons”

You give him a satisfied nod and Lloyd you a thump up. We need to appreciate, though, that Lloyd would have waited till LJ was legally allowed to do that. For a sociopath who’s a hitman and more, who doesn’t go by the law, this is a big thing. For ones, he would have followed the law.

You look in LJ’s eyes, smiling brightly, “I promise you will have the best birthday ever. We have some shiny lights and cake. Oh, and we can’t forget your presents, superstar”. LJ already claps his hands and wiggles out of excitement after you said shiny. “First, we need to get you ready though”.

A soft smile decorates Lloyd’s face as he makes his way towards LJ’s closet.

A knock fills the room before the door opens and one of the staff pops their head in.

“I-I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, but we just got notified that the flowers won’t get delivered because the driver is sick” the staff stutters out in one go without taking a breath. They know that Mr. and the Mrs. won’t be happy about that. And well, they are scared that Mr. or Mrs. Hansen will cut off their head and send it to the company that were supposed to deliver the plants.

“What!” you and Lloyd say at the exact same time.

You hush LJ as he whines due to the loud noise, gently swaying him. Lloyd, on the other hand, doesn’t show any calmness in that situation and strikes towards the staff, making them hunch together.

“What do you mean by that?! That fucker can’t bring the flowers because his pathetic ass had to sneeze and immediately came to the conclusion that he was dying?!” Lloyd says through grit teeth, “I will cut that limp dicks face off and sew it back on backwards, then he will have some problems with his nose!”

“He has 104 F-“

“Do I look like I give a single fuck that this dick chocking piece of shit is dying of a fever?! No! Why can’t they send someone else, huh?!”

“They only have one dr-“

“I’ll blow their fucking company up and every single family member of the employees if the flowers aren’t here in the next 10 minutes!” Lloyd screams.

“I-I tell them that, M-Mr. Hansen” they say before quickly walking out, asking themself why they work here.

Lloyd’s face is red like the fuckers blood he killed at 2am, before he went to bed only to be woken up by you three hours later. A small whine makes his face fall and turn around to see LJ with teary eyes. His face quickly cools down as he walks over to the two of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, junior. Dada didn’t mean to be that loud” Lloyd says softly, rubbing LJ’s back. If there is one thing LJ is scared of the most or hates is loud noises. If Lloyd wasn’t that loud, LJ would have probably even laughed because he loves seeing his dad put people in their place, especially while swearing. He may be a mama boy, but with his father’s love for hating people.

As expected, LJ clings to you closer, hiding his face in your chest. Lloyd finally looks at you and knows that you aren’t happy.

“I thought we talked about the swearing, Moonlight” you say in a soft voice, looking at him with a disappointed expression. He knows you aren’t directly disappointed in him rather, just not exactly happy that he did it in front of LJ again. “You know you have to put something in the swear jar”.

Lloyd doesn’t know how much money he had already put in the swear jar since your pregnancy, but he swears a lot and only carries hundred-dollar bills with him. He would say he’s still under a million though…..barely. Though, this jar is only for when he swears in front of LJ.

“I know, I know, sunshine” he says and kisses your temple. “Though I know you would have done the same if LJ wasn’t here”, he gives you a knowing look.

“Oh, I would have definitely screamed like that” you say, nodding while continuing to calm your baby down.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it, sunshine” Lloyd says.

“No, it’s fine. I will” you give him LJ, who slightly protests against leaving the warmth of mama, but some comforting words and kisses eventually convince him to let go and calm down. “Would you mind getting him ready for the day?” you ask, opening the door.

“Dressing up my beloved Hansen Junior like his dada? Can’t think of anything better” he says and sways a bit. “I mean except-“.

“Thank you, Lloyd” you say, cutting him off, knowing exactly what he wanted to add, “love you”.

“Love you too, my beloved sunshine” he says as you walk out of the room, blowing you a kiss. Lloyd watches you close the door before looking down at his son, who is still looking at the door. “Don’t worry, once you’re ready for the day we see Mama downstairs” Lloyd says, caressing LJ’s blond almost white hair.

“Mama” LJ says, pointing towards where you went, while looking at his dad.

“Soon” Lloyd answers, chuckling at his son’s pouting and gives him Mr Mustache from the crib, which LJ immediately takes. He walks with LJ in his arms towards the closet, filled with various of different baby clothes of LJ. Surprisingly, not everything in the closet are designer clothes, some of it are from what Lloyd likes to call ‘the degenerated section’. If it wasn’t for you, Lloyd would’ve burned those clothes by now. Not because they are ugly, Lloyd has to admit they are actually pretty cute, but because people who are way below his money income also dress their kids like that.

Among those designer and cheaper baby clothes, there is also handmade stuff like sweatshirts, pants, jackets, hats and more. All of them are well knitted and made out of colorful wool. The thing is that not you made those clothes, but Lloyd did. He took his time knitting for hours to make adorable stuff for LJ to wear. If someone ever asks Lloyd though, he would deny immediately. He would say that he never even touched a needle and that knitting is some grandma shit. People would probably believe him…as long as you don’t show them some photos to prove that Lloyd knits in his free time.

“Now, my little superstar, what are we going to wear today?” Lloyd asks, to which LJ just snuggles into his chest. “I think my clothes are a bit too big for you” he says chuckling. He looks through the closet and takes out a little fluffy sweatshirt.

“This looks cute” the grunt LJ gives is answer enough. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s be a bit to warm too wear a sweatshirt“ he says and puts it away, continuing his search.

Next, he takes a blue romper from the hanger. “What about this? It’s nice but a bit boring, don’t you think?” he says, raising a judging brow at the romper. LJ nods in agreement.

Lloyd continues and grabs a baby tuxedo that he got custom made to fit LJ perfectly a while ago. “Oh, doesn’t this look good? A fudging expensive suit that fits this mini Hansen perfectly. You will get all the ladies and whor- wonderful people with it” he says smugly, saving himself at the end of the sentence.

Mini Hansen looks at the tuxedo for a second, inspecting it with his big eyes. His eyebrows furrow a bit of concentration, which makes him look like you when you concentrate on a painting. Lloyd smiles at the similarity between you two. Even though the furrowing of the eyebrows is from you, the look in LJs eyes is fully Lloyd Hansen. The judgmental stare that makes you question your existence and everything else. It’s like LJ is giving the bitch look just with brows that give him a more innocent look, like he isn’t just thinking that you look like poop.

“Mhm, what do you say, junior?”

LJ shacks his head and scrunches his face, whining and clinging to his dad’s polo.

Lloyd gasps “not this one?! Look it may look uncomfortable, but it’s actually pretty comfy” he says to which his son begins to kick his feet and slap his chubby hands against his dad’s chest. Lloyd huffs, LJ for sure, is a picky and stubborn baby.

“No no no no, what did we say about hitting dada? You are not allowed to kick or slap him. LJ, look at me” Lloyd moves LJ in his arms to get him to look at him “are you listening to dada?”.

LJ’s lower lip begins to quiver and Lloyd sighs “Look, if you stop hitting dada I put that suit away, deal?”. His son looks at him like he grew another head before, pointing to the closet. “Yes, I get you something else to wear when you stop”.

He looks at his dad for another second and then nods and stops trashing in Lloyd’s arms. Lloyd smiles, happy that his son agreed. He hangs the tuxedo away and stares at the walk-in closet. There are a lot of options, but nothing that fits the occasion. It can’t be something to ‘normal’, but also not too fancy. Walking through the closet , he sees nothing that catches his eyes or what LJ would approve of.

Lloyd’s attention gets drawn back down to his son as he pulls on his polo and points to something. “This?” he asks and grabs what LJ pointed at. LJ pointed at a dark blue sleeveless romper that he knitted awhile ago. To be more specific, he knitted the romper, among other things, while he wasn’t allowed to sleep with you for two months. He had a lot of time for knitting and jerking off to the image of you on your knees in front of the mirror, back to his chest while he fucks into you hard and fast, forcing loud moans out of you.

He grabs the romper and smiles. “You like stuff dada makes” Lloyd says. LJ claps and smiles, happy that his dad is holding the right thing. “You should really act like that about me around Mama, you know?”

On his way outside the closet, Lloyd grabs a white polo onesie, bouncing his son in his arms. “Then let’s change this man’s diaper and hope you didn’t cause a natural disaster in there” he says as he lays LJ down and puts Mr Mustache to the side.

Lloyd says a quick prayer to god before starting to change LJ’s diaper, that he will not get attacked by a poop bomb.

Luckily it’s not that big of a natural disaster, just a tsunami.

“Perhaps we should change your meal plan”

“Don’t pout”

“Come on, junior. Don’t cry. Mr Mustache is right here”

“Don’t kick your legs!”

“Stop that, Lloyd Junior!”

“I have shit on my hand!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Don’t laugh, junior!”

“I’m gonna throw up”

After changing LJ’s diaper and quickly washing and sanitizing his hands in LJ’s bathroom, he comes back and begins to finally dress LJ.

With slight struggle, he manages to get LJ’s head through the onesie. LJ hates when his head has to go through that. Lloyd smiles as he sees his son’s scrunched-up face turns happy when he sees him again.

“Well hello there, junior” he says in a high voice and LJ gives him a lopsided smile. Luckily, LJ doesn’t struggle as Lloyd puts on his romper and white socks.

Lloyd picks LJ up and gives him Mr Mustache before making his way to LJ’s bathroom and sitting him down in front of the bathroom mirror, making him face the mirror. A protective hand is on LJs back to make sure he doesn’t fall back on accident.

“Let’s give you the final Hansen touch”. With his free hand, he takes a soft brush and begins brushing LJ’s few hairs.

LJ interrupts in loud giggles as his dad decides to show some of his dance moves while brushing the hair, singing Stayin’ Alive. The giggles turn into squeals as Lloyd brushes his mustache with the brush.

“Jealous, Junior?” Lloyd jokes and carefully brushes LJ’s upper lip, like he had a mustache too. This action makes LJ fart because of laughing so much.

Once done, Lloyd wipes LJ’s mouth, who covered himself in spit duo to his laughing and then picks him up and walks out of the room.

“Ready to celebrate your birthday, Superstar?”

LJ claps his hands and wiggles in excitement.

“Mama!”

Lloyd groans.

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Don't Take My Sunshine Away, Part III

Title: Don’t Take My Sunshine Away, Part III

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Sunshine)

Fandom: The Gray Man

Word Count: 3K

Series Summary: You lived your life on a schedule. Everything is planned out from sunrise to sunset. But what happens when you go out on a limb and out of your comfort zone? Will it have dire consequences?

Chapter Summary: Lloyd defends your honor and tells you a bedtime story.

Warnings: Murder Daddy™, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering (f receiving), clit spanking, a splash of somnophilia, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mentions of murder, mention of stalking, Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: So, this part took a little longer, but we are right on schedule. Hope you enjoy it! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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You spend most of the day with Sir in his office. Men flood in now and then to speak with him. No doubt surprised by your presence but smart enough not to mention it. For the most part anyway.

Then there’s the poor bastard that couldn’t stop staring at you in the evening briefing. He had the nerve to turn his entire head in your direction while you lounged on one of the couches. You were engrossed in American Psycho, caught in the intricate web that Bret Easton Ellis wove.

You had just made it to the point where Patrick is recalling how he corrected Stash using the word cappuccino instead of carpaccio when you feel the weight of eyes on you. You assume Lloyd is the perpetrator, but you’re surprised when you glance at him and see that he’s looking elsewhere.

Your eyes skim over the men in the room and notice a set of bright green eyes raking over your body. You quickly rise from your position on your belly, dropping your book in the process. The clatter alerted everyone in the room to look at you.

“Sunshine? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of—” Lloyd stops in his tracks when you stand and walk behind him to block the man’s view from you. You whisper in his ear so that the other men can’t hear and Lloyd nods, motioning for you to sit in the desk chair.

As you move around the desk, Lloyd puts his hands in his pockets and sighs.

“I guess I wasn’t clear about this, but this lovely little gem behind me is Sunshine. Sunshine belongs to me. I didn’t bring her here to be the object of your lecherous eyes,” He turns to where you sit and winks at you before addressing the men again, “Now, Price, you’ve only been with me for, what? Few weeks or so?” He sits on the edge of the desk, one hand on his knee.

“Yes, Sir.” The green-eyed deviant has the presence of mind to answer formally rather than just nodding.

“Right. So, you’ve been around long enough to know I’m not exactly the sharing type. When something is mine, it’s mine alone. But you decided to stare at my girl like she was here for your entertainment or something—”

“Sir, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”

A barrage of bullets cuts through the apology that Price tries to give, too little too late. Sir stands over his corpse and spits at him, “I was talking, you piece of shit!”

He gives the gun back to the man he took it from, coming back to sit on the edge of the desk. You can see the blood spatter on his face, neck, and shirt.

“Does anyone else wanna make me kill them?” He looks around at all the faces in the room, “Good. Dismissed. Get the fuck out. And take this asshole with you.”

After the men leave, dragging the dead man behind them, you rise from the desk chair and walk around to stand in front of Sir. You couldn’t stop yourself from wiping your thumb across the blood drop on his cheekbone. As it smears into his skin instead of wiping it away, you look into Sir’s eyes.

His hand comes up to your wrist and he tilts his head down a fraction, that asshole smirk painting itself on his face. “Just a little blood, Sunshine. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid of it, I just...you...killed that man because he looked at me. I mean, yeah, I felt weird, but I...didn’t think you’d kill him.” You feel his thumb on your pulse point, lightly pressing into your skin.

“If you didn’t want me to kill him, why’s your heart beating so fast?” Sir narrows his eyes at you, and you can feel the weight of his stare. “Because it looks like my little Sunshine liked that I defended her honor.”

He lets go of your wrist and lightly taps your chin. Letting his hand glide down your body until it escapes into the slit of your dress, he cups your sex and it radiates heat into his palm. His middle finger presses upward and between your folds to find your warm nectar leaking from your snatch. He fully coats his finger, pulling his hand out from under your dress. “Open your mouth, Sunshine.”

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Sir lays his finger on your tongue, and you close your lips over it. You treat his thick digit like a popsicle, cleaning it off with your tongue while sucking it. You like the taste of yourself on Sir’s finger, sweet and tangy notes dance across your tastebuds.

A sharp sucking noise fills the room as Sir pulls his finger out of your mouth, replacing it with his lips to kiss you deeply. His tongue chases yours in a scramble to taste your sweet pussy juice. His hands find your hips and pull you close, and you can feel how excited he is. His weighty erection pushes against his chinos.

Sir breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you taste fucking phenomenal. Bend over the desk. And put that leg up.” He moves around you and presses down on your upper back while helping to lift your knee to rest on the desk. “Now you stay right fucking there, Sunshine.”

Sir is on you in seconds, the thud of his knees hitting the floor echoes in the room. Large paws slap each asscheek before he grips them tight and lets them go again, loving the crescent-shaped dents left in your skin by his fingernails.

Gently spreading your cunt open with his thumbs, he leans in and swirls his tongue around your slick entrance. You bite your lip so only the tiniest moan escapes. Sir stops and addresses you.

“Don’t you bite back that fucking moan, darling. I want to hear you. And if I’m being honest, I kinda want my men to hear you too. I want them to know who you belong to. Am I understood, Sunshine?” Sir lands a slap on your ass when you don’t reply with words, the ‘mhm’ you murmured is not appreciated.

“Yes, Sir!” You yelp, the sting of the slap still reverberating across your skin.

“That’s my girl.” Sir returns his tongue to your opening, sliding a hand under you to fondle your clit.

Pinching your nub quickly, he is rewarded with your guttural noises. Stiffening his tongue, he inserts it straight into your pussy and the unexpected movement has you pushing back into him.

“Yes, Sir, please! Just like that!” You fuck yourself on his tongue, working your hips up and down doing all the work.

Sir removes his tongue from your cunt, a mix of saliva and your cum connects his tongue to your hole. Two fingers soon replace his tongue, fucking into you at break-neck speed, massaging your inner sweet spot at the same time. With one hand still focusing on your clit, you were overwhelmed soon enough by how persistent he was.

“Sir, please, may I cum?” You tried your best to maintain but you were hanging on by a thread.

Shoving a third digit inside you, Sir picks up where he left off, driving into your core like a fucking piston. You feel your walls starting to tighten and Sir must feel it too because he finally relents, and your wish is granted.

“Fucking cum for me, Sunshine.” As he pulls his fingers from your squelching snatch, your legs buckle in an orgasm that pulls from you a series of wails that you suspect fill the halls of the house.

Landing a few slaps to your clit, Sir stands and steadies your hips before you slide off the desk. Wrapping an arm around your front, he pulls you against his tall frame, leaving kisses along your neck. He sways gently to a song you can’t hear, and it feels good to be in his arms. You let your body be turned sideways and be picked up so gently, with more care than he’s shown you before.

“I think you have a little more in you.” Sir smiles down at you, chuckling at your poor attempt at smiling. You nod when the muscles in your face betray you. “Let’s get you into bed so I can really fuck you stupid.” Your head rests on his shoulder as you look up into bright blue eyes.

You don’t remember when your eyes slid shut, but you are startled awake when you feel the blunt head of Sir’s dick break through your swollen womanhood. Your first instinct is to fight him off, but two strong hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head. Holding them there with one hand, the other finds your cheek.

“Shh, shh, it’s just me. You nodded off there for a second. Figured some dick would wake you up, and I was right.” He pulls his hips back and slams into your heat again, groaning at the way your face contorts in pleasurable pain, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips. “Don’t hold back, Sunshine, let ‘em hear you.”

Moving his hands away from your face and wrists, he wraps one hand around your neck while the other goes to clutch at the sheets next to your head. As he fucks into you, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh bounce off the walls and hit your ears. His grunts in your ear are so close, you can feel his hot breath puffing against your skin as his hand tightens on the sides of your throat.

At this angle, you can feel as Sir stimulates your clit and your g-spot. Your body is jutting up the bed with each thrust. His chokehold on you is the only thing keeping you from slamming into the headboard. Your legs wrap around his waist, your thighs shaking as another orgasm starts to chart its way through your body.

“Sir, fuck...please!” Your cry out, staring up into the ceiling as fat tears fall from your eyes.

Lloyd’s head picks up at that moment as he hears your babbling sobs. “Oh, yes Sunshine. Cry for me, just like that.” He licks away your tears and leans up on his knees to grab your hips, plowing into you so that his dick slams into your cervix.

“Sir, may I cum, please?” You can feel the precise moment that the tightly wound band of control snaps inside you and there is no turning back.

“Cum with me, Sunshine!” Sir’s hips stutter as he finishes, and your hands clutch onto his as they rest at your sides.

“Fuuuuuuuck, yes Sir!” Your twat milks his dick dry, every spurt of cum so warm and heavy that you feel the weight of each stream as it paints your walls.

Your combined moans harmonize in the room as you enjoyed each other’s bodies. As you both come down, Sir pitches forward and catches himself with a hand on the bed before he falls completely on top of you.

Breathing erratically, you pull him down and run your hands through his sweaty mop. “Is this ok, Sir?” You freeze, not knowing if this is crossing the line.

He can only nod, still trying to catch his breath. You can’t help but smile a little to yourself because you followed your instincts and this time you chose right. You try not to think about the rest of your situation, but it’s only right that you do.

Sir’s softening cock slips free from your cunt and you both wince at the loss. Sir collapses to the side of you and you turn to face him. Following his warmth as he turns to his side, he opens his arm to welcome you into his embrace and you snuggle up to him.

“Fuck me, Sunshine! Jesus Christ, you fucking drained my balls on that one.” He sighs and pulls you closer. You yawn loudly breaking the silence between you and Sir chuckles at your cute little face before he speaks up again. “How about a bedtime story?”

You know you’ll be asleep any second, but the curiosity in you to hear what macabre thing he’ll come up with is too great. “You wanna tell me a bedtime story, Sir?”

“Yeah, it’s probably not a great story, but it’s sure to make those gears turn in that fucked-out little brain of yours.” He pokes a finger to your forehead and your eyes cross a bit to follow it. You move a hand to grab his finger, but he moves it too quickly.

“I wanna hear the story, Sir.” You sniffle a bit, blinking your eyes to try and stay awake.

“I’ll tell it, but no questions and no interruptions, you understand?” Sir holds your chin between his pointer finger and thumb.

“Yes, Sir.” Still cock-drunk, you smile lazily and nod up at him.

“That’s my good girl,” He leans in for a kiss and you oblige him, wrapping a leg around him. “Now, our story begins with a lonely girl. She had no friends. Unless you count the ones at the place where she got her morning coffee. She knew all the baristas, and they knew her order well, but they didn’t know much about the girl. Anyway, the girl would go to work every day where she spent her whole shift with her head shoved in a book. And no one really talked to her, except one man that she had banned from her work area. Poor guy.”

Your body stiffens as you recognize a part of the story.

“But even with a quiet life, the girl starts to think that there must be more to life than this monotony. She starts to feel lonelier than before. And even though she plays with her pretty little pussy every single night before she goes to sleep, she craves more. She wants the real thing. So, she decides to go to Tinder. She’s not above a quick fuck, but she’d rather have something real. She starts talking with a dude and they hit it off. It was intensely sexual at first, but then it got more real. They would talk about their hobbies and their favorite movies and all types of shit. She liked him. Soon, she makes up her mind and she’s gonna meet him for a dinner date.”

Your heart hammers in your chest and the way he pauses dramatically lets you know that he knows you see where he is going.

“She gets to the diner, and she doesn’t hear from him at all as she downs cup after cup of coffee. She gets stood up; can you believe it? Well, I can believe it. This guy wasn’t right for her. He wouldn’t know how to please her, he wouldn’t know her drink order, and he couldn’t possibly be what she was looking for. No, no. The man who shared her reading interests in the library who she referred to as a creep, that guy was right for her. Mentioning how much he also liked Bret Easton Ellis over Chuck Palahniuk was funny at that moment, but I guess as she thought about it, she was a little worried. And that was just too damn bad.”

Your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Mr. Tinder, or whatever his name was, was super surprised in the parking lot that night. He never saw that knife coming. But that was one less player on the board, which made the odds a little better for a knight in shining armor to come and save her from some asswipe in an alleyway who should’ve kept his hands to himself. Right, Sunshine?”

Your breath was coming in shallow gasps, and you blinked away tears that fell without your permission. You looked up into bright blue eyes and he continued to speak.

“For so long, I watched you. I watched and I waited for you to come to your senses. But you picked the first guy to give you attention on the internet, instead of the man who thought you were the most beautiful thing he ever set his eyes on. I had to have you, Sunshine. His grubby little mitts wouldn’t have known what to do with you. I bet he wouldn’t have given a fuck if you even came during sex at all. And all you ever need to do is tell me you need it, and I will drop everything and make sure you cum until you’re exhausted. As I said before, Sunshine, you’re the one. I knew I needed you, and I will do anything to show you how much you need me.”

“I do need you, Sir. You're all I have.” The words leave your mouth so quickly; you start to accept them yourself.

“You’re all I have, Sunshine. You are everything.” His hand on your face is so warm, comforting even.

“You won’t let anything happen to me.” It was a statement, one that you wished to be true.

“Never.” You believed him. The way he killed a man for you and the way he washed your body so gently in the bathtub. Of course, you were starting to believe every safe and reassuring word he said.

To your credit, you still have that tiny sliver of reality in your thoughts that stops you from diving into the deep end. In that tiny space inside your brain, you hold the idea that he could kill you at any time. The collar you wear keeps you safe, but it was also contingent on your good behavior.

“Thank you, Sir. May I sleep now?” You yawn at the perfect time to sell your tiredness.

“Sleep, Sunshine. You’ve had quite a day.” He places a kiss on the top of your head, a yawn pulling at his face.

Curling into Sir’s embrace, the welcoming warmth is enough to have you feeling safe and guarded in seconds, your soft snores soon filling the room.

Sir watches you sleep for a while, letting a finger glide across your smooth features before he shuts his eyes to join you.

Part IV (coming soon)

A/N: Who doesn’t love a good bedtime story? See you next time. 😉

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georgiapeach30513 · 11 months

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 5

Summary: what do you decide to do?

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (F & M receive), breast worship, boob job, cum play, thigh grinding, manhandling, switch vibes, slapping, degradation, creampie, bruises, hickies, Plan B, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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“This,” you pant out, your chest heaving up and down as you gaze up at Mace. Pupils blown wide with lust. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything you could ever remember in recent history. He was right there, inching closer to you. “I don’t do this.”

“What are we doing?” He whispers out again. James’ hand reaches towards your jaw, outlining it with his thumb, before it drifts lower. And lower. Carefully framing the low neckline of your dress, and it sinks lower on your chest. Your nipple almost poking out of the top.

“This,” one more shallow breath has one side of your top uncovering your nipple, and James gulps, staring hungrily at your body. His eyes drift all around you. Taking every bit of your curves in. He wanted you just as much.

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?”

You step back to lock the door, and get close enough for your hardened nipples to graze over his hard body, “This.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mace doesn’t hesitate to close the gap to your bodies. Crashing his lips into yours before he kisses down your neck. Squeezing your tits together, and staring at them like a man starved before nibbling on the swell, walking the two of you towards the bedroom. Pulling down your top to capture your nipple in his mouth.

You let out the loudest moan that you can remember. It had been too long since you had someone’s needy hands and mouth on your skin. Mace was partaking in every inch of you. His mouth may be working your pebbled peaks, but his hands were moving all over, stripping you out of your dress, and pounding your back up against the wall.

“Oh god!” You screech as he sinks down to his knees. His mouth nips your body, and then he gives your covered core a desperate lick up your slit. Kissing and sucking over the lacy panties, and then it’s you that starts pulling them off. Damn near falling over with how fast you are trying to strip down.

“My god,” he moans, as you sling your leg over him. Resting it over his shoulder as he stares at your sex. Those beautiful eyes drift up to your face as he slowly closes the gap. Getting close enough that you feel his warm breath, and when his tongue barely kitten licks over your neglected clit, you whimper out his name.

James buries his face into your puffy folds, and you go blank. Head tilting to the ceiling and whispering out a lew prayer as he feasts on you. He is parched and the only form of relief he was getting was from your juices. It has been so long that your body is so reactive to his ministrations. The most vulgar slooshing and slurping sounds come from between your legs. You were feeding him well.

His moans are turning you on even more as your hips start to grind on his face. James’ tongue slides down into your hole, and he stands still. Waiting on your glance back down to him, “Uh huh,” you feel him smile on your weeping cunt, nodding his head. He literally wanted you to fuck his tongue.

Placing a hand on his head, while the other stays on the wall, you roll your hips, letting his tongue slip in and out of your tight channel. Just when you think you are in absolute heaven, his hands slap over your chest, and pinches your nipples. “Oh god! James! Oh fuck!”

Hips buck forward as his tongue stretches you out. All these years of trying to find your own pleasure, this was similar, and oh so different. He was a perfect little fuck toy, but there was something more you wanted. His cock was straining through his pants. Skin glistening from more than just the river swim. He wanted you, too. And you wanted him all night.

Both your hands circle his head, and you use him. Slowly building up speed, and when his teeth graze over your clit, your juices flood out onto his face, and your leg starts trembling, “C’mere.”

Dropping your leg onto the ground, you pull him up, yanking off that shirt before crashing your mouth into his. He fights you for a minute to pull away as you undo his jeans, “You’re going to taste yourself,” sweet summer child. No one was ever woman enough to taste themselves on his lips.

“I’m not a child,” you are already breathless, but the fact that he had been with women that didn’t want to share in each other’s arousal is so foreign, “I want to taste what you did to me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gets out before your swallowing his moans. His jeans fall far enough that his cock jumps up, and touches your skin. The tip drenched in precum, and your bodies’ hit the door to open it up wider.

Both of you yelp when a dog jumps up from the floor barking, “Cannon! Shit…go to Benning’s room, buddy. Mommy is going to be fucked like an animal tonight.”

“Yeah she is. Where’s the microphone?” Mace smirks at you, and you wait for Sy’s dog to jump into Benning’s bed before you look at him. Shaking your head. You need to see exactly what Mace can do before you bring in toys.

“First time we fuck, there will be no toys. When was the last time you were tested? I don’t have condoms.”

“Uh, after the last girlfriend. I always used a condom though.”

“Don’t cum in me. Pull out. And after the first time…we can use the microphone,” Mace starts stalking you like prey. Walking you backwards towards the bed. “And James?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck me all night. I meant that. Use me tonight. My pussy is yours whenever you want it, get it wet, and oh! Mmm,” you whimper when James pushes you onto the bed, and yanks your legs to where you’re at the bottom of the bed. Spreading your legs wide, and he slaps his cock on your clit.

“Got it. Wet pussy, hard dick, I fuck.”

“I can do the same. If I wake up, and you're hard…”

“Jump on and enjoy the ride. Now,” sliding his tip down until he reaches your hole, he pushes through aggressively. Barreling into your heat and already becoming breathless. He felt good, but you couldn’t enjoy it. He was speeding past the good parts.

“James!” He grunts as he pounds into you even harder, grabbing onto your bouncing tits, “James!”

“I know it feels good.”

“Yes, but,” he doesn’t stop, and you need this to last. Fast at the end. Slow build in the beginning. “James!”

“Yeah? Yeah, right there?”

“No.”

His thrusts stop all together, and his face falls, “You’re not enjoying yourself,” it isn’t a question, but a statement.

“I would enjoy it much better if you gave me time to. Just…slow baby,” lifting yourself off the bed you let your hands slide down his chest. Grabbing onto his hips, “This isn’t a race, or a quickie, okay, sweetheart,” his eyes flutter close as he loosens up, letting you guide his pace. “Mmm, that’s better, isn’t it. Oh fuck…yeah, yeah. You get to really feel it. Take your time. Discovering what makes me wild. Explore. Change your angle. Lean back a bit, and push your cock up.”

He listens to your words. Smiling when you bite at your lip, “Yeah, oh you learn so quickly. That right…right there. Oh yeah! Now, don’t jackhammer, but…ahh!” You scream, lifting off the bed when he drives into you at that angle. “Right there, Jamesy. Fuck yeah! You found it. Right…there…oh god! Don’t stop. Don’t change. So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

He is receptive to praise. And the perfect learner. Smiling even when you start creating tight circles on your clit. You finally get to feel him. Revel in how wide he has you split open. Sighing when he reaches depths that have never been discovered. His cock was angled perfectly to hit you right where you wanted him.

It was like he was made for you. The perfect fit. Giving it to you like you had wanted all these years. You didn’t mind helping him out, because it is helping you out. And it felt oh, so good.

“Oh shit!” He grunts, pulling himself out of you as your honey squirts out of you. “Oh shit, I hit the jackpot.”

“Do it again,” stabbing into you a few hard times, your body reacts, gushing out of you. Your eyes clench down close at all the pleasure that you are feeling, “Again! Oh! Oh, yeah! Right there, just like that. You’ve got it. Fuck! Fuuuck!” He keeps on until your whole body is quivering, making a mess of the floor. Holding still as your walls constrict around him. Petting over your face.

“You there?”

“Yeah. Oh god,” you let your head fall back on the bed. “Oh,” you let out a breathless sigh. “Oh, that was good. Now, can I take care of you?”

“What?” You sit up, letting his stiff cock slide out of you, and you pull him onto the bed, “Okay. Yeah. I like this. Usually girls just want me to hit it from the back or…”

“Shh, James, rule number one, don’t talk about other girls fucking you when I’m about to change your life,” his eyes go large as you grip his cock, kissing and licking up his vein. “I told you, I like tasting what you do to me. You had me all stretched out, and now I’m going to finish you. You want me to face you, or away from you?”

“What’s the difference?” He gulps when you spit on his length. Letting the saliva ooze down before you fist him.

“Facing you, you can play with my tits you so enjoy. Away from you, you can finger my ass.”

“Holy shit! I can’t think.”

“You think you can sit up, and suck on my titties while I ride you?”

“Yep,” Mace sits up, and leans against the bed frame, when you sling a leg over him. Holding firmly onto his cock, and you slowly sink over him. Taking the time to feel every inch and vein of his pretty cock. Sliding down until he reaches home, and is balls deep, and you have to adjust your position, he is long. “I get the pace.”

“Oh god,” you pant. “You feel so good. Now, be a good boy, and play with my tits,” he termbles, but listens. Circling his mouth around your engorged nipples as you start to grind over him. “The build up is so much nicer when you take your time. Let me come on your cock like this, and I’ll really ride you. You just let me know when you're close. Don’t cum in me.”

“No,” he pulls off you, staring at your nipple before moving to the other.

“Where do you want it?” Circling your hips over him, he whimpers the sweetest little sound. You could mold him to be exactly what you needed. “You want it in my mouth? On my tits? You want me to finish you by giving you a boob job? Let my tits stroke your pretty cock? Huh? Jamesy, what is it that you want, baby?”

“My god, please, just fuck me. You’re amazing. Whatever you want. Whatever. You. Ooh!” His voice goes up an octave whining when you start bouncing on him. Laying back he watches your tits bounce in front of him. “Perfect. You’re perfect. My god, your a fucking goddess. The best. This is…oh! Sunshine! Sunshine, if you don’t want me to cum in you.”

“That was quick,” you smirk, climbing off him, “Do I feel that good, baby boy?” He nods his head like an excited child. “I feel like you want to fuck my tits. You wanna make a mess? I can hang off the bed and let your balls slap over me at the same time.”

“My god,” his voice is weak as he stands up, “Where do I go?”

“Right at the edge. Over here,” you hang your head over the bed, and bring your tits together. “Make sure to lube them up with some spit. Why don’t you play with my pussy while you do this?”

He lets a drip of saliva run to your tits, and you spread it around. Waiting for him to place his cock in between your tits, and he literally whimpers, “Fuck me,” you grunt. “Go as fast as you want, honey,” Mace does just that. Desperately ready to see a mess on your tits. You don’t even care that he’s not playing with your clit. His desperate little moans are enough for you.

Straddling your head, his balls slap against your chest, and you want to suck on them. You want to suck on every part of him. He is a fast learner. “Uh! Uh! Fuck!” His pretty little balls tighten up as he spurts his load in between your tits. Slowing down his motion, before he just stands there panting.

“Why don’t you let my mouth clean you up, and you can stare at what a mess you made?” Backing up, he sees that smiling face. A woman that looks so innocent and well put together, but you are a freak. “Oh, Jamesy, that cock looks so pretty covered in cum. Let me taste it.”

“You are a little cumslut, you know that?”

“Uh huh. Give me some time to get on birth control, and I’ll show you what a cumslut I am,” you moan as you take his whole length in your mouth. He tasted like you and him. Musky with a tangy sweetness. Mace’s hand rubs over the lump in your throat; the bulge of where he was.

Distracted only when you gather some of the mess on your tits, and start rubbing it on your clit, “So this is not a one time thing?”

You suck on his cock like a straw as you pull him out of you, finally looking at the mess on your tits, “No. I’d prefer it if it wasn’t.”

“We…are we…is this just sex or is this a thing?”

“You only fuck me.”

“That…it didn’t really answer my question,” he is adorable trying to figure out what exactly was going on between the two of you. Needing a word or confirmation as to what exactly was going on.

“Let’s keep fucking, and see where it takes us. But you only fuck me. That cock is mine, and this cunt is all yours, sweetheart. Now, go get me a washcloth, and let's clean up a bit, and we can snuggle. Remember, fuck me when you want. I have no kids tonight. As long as I’m wet, stick it in me, and wake me up to you pounding into me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever, you say. My little sex doll?” He asks, walking into your bathroom to gather a washcloth while you gather his cum to lick off your fingers. “My god, you’re something else,” you cock up an eyebrow, “And I like it a lot.”

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

One time. That’s all it took was one time of James being inside of you, and he was addicted. You took complete control, and both of you had a better time because of it. You showed that you were a complete freak for her man, and he was excited about it. You told him if he was hard, and you were wet to fuck you. Free range on your body and pleasure.

Waking up with a hard on was easy, but leaning over to see your peaceful face, he doesn’t want to. That innocent quality was back. He is sure that you were just bluffing. Alcohol hadn’t been involved, but women didn’t want that. Didn’t want to wake up to being fucked, did they?

You stir a bit in your sleep, and that perfect breast pops out from under the blanket. Your nipples look better when they’re hard though. He moves a bit closer to you, barely licking on the nipple before blowing cold air on it. You are already reacting to his motions, and your little bud starts getting harder.

“You could just suck it,” you peep open your eyes, and Mace is nearly face to face with your tit. “I meant what I said. Tonight, use me. Go on,” he surprises you by pulling your leg over his hip. Sliding his thigh in between your legs, and when you place your bare cunt on him, he moans, “I’m already wet, but you want,” your words turn into squeaks when he sinks over your tit.

His tongue flicks over your bud, while he simultaneously sucks on you. Pulling off to let you see the swollen peak, “You think I can make it bigger?”

“Uh huh. You think I can come without you inside of me?”

“I’m sure you can. Why don’t you show me,” grabbing as much of your tit as he can, he squeezes on the swell while he starts sucking on you. Letting you grind over his thigh while he partakes. Suckling on you like a babe that was in need of feeding. Giving you a little nip, before he lays you back a bit more to find the other tit.

Paying attention to the neglected one, while you move over him. Making the prettiest sounds. He paid so much attention to your tits, and you weren’t aware of how good it felt. Sure that you could get off from that alone.

“Fuck me!” You demand. You are getting close. “Fuck me like your whore!”

“Come first,” he is a tease. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, rolling them in between his thumb and finger. “Go on, come, and I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are. I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as I want this time.”

“Uh huh. Please, just fuck me. Make me watch myself come on your cock in that mirror.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll have you coming so hard on my cock. I’m going to pound into your pussy. Make you feel me for the next week. You’ll be leaking all over my cock,” you grind down harder on Mace. moving over him like your life depended on it when a crazy idea strikes you. It was insane, but there were ways.

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

“It’s yours. Cum in my cunt. I’ll get Plan B. Please. Please! Claim me! It’s your pussy. James! James!” You scream out his name as your belly starts to heat up. Ready to beg him for all he’s worth. “James, I want to feel you in me! There’s a drug store down the road. Please. Cum in my pussy, I want to see you leak out of me.”

He has never seen that. Had never felt his seed plant deep into someone’s core. The desire to see himself drip out of your pretty little pussy is too much to say no to. Not to mention his aching cock at you begging for his cum. “P-p-please!” Your cunt is so hot on his leg. You couldn’t even think about anything else, but him. You are on autopilot for cock and cum. “Please!”

“Fine, you little slut,” my god. Pleasure starts coursing through your veins at his aggression. He flips you over to your belly, lifting you to your knees, “Show me that slut cunt,” you arch your back even more, reaching back to spread your lips apart. “Yeah, that hole does need to be stretched and leaking, huh? You want to be a little cumslut, I’ll let you be one. But you’re just mine. And I get to pump you full the rest of the night, okay?”

“Yeah. Yes!” One swift movement, and he had bottomed out. Holding tightly to your hips, he starts rutting into you. His fingers dig into your skin, and you want to remember every part of this moment. This has always been your favorite position, and your body doesn’t take long to show him how much. Your thick honey leaks onto your thighs, and you start going into a paradise. Being used for pleasure, while you get your own euphoria.

Hips slapping against your backside, and you turn into mush, body starting to drift down to the bed, “No, you don’t,” Mace grabs onto your chest, and lifts you up to his front, “You wanted to see what you looked like. Look at my little filthy slut. You know you’ve already covered my cock in your cream? You are a dirty little cockslut that wants me to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, hmm?”

Your eyes roll back into your head, but Mace gives you a bit of a slap to your cheek, “I want you to watch yourself. Look at how you are letting me use you. Look at how you're reacting. How your body is recoiling with every fuck into you I make. Those pretty tits are just bouncing. Ahaha!” Mace starts laughing as you spurt juices around his cock.

“Sloppy little thing. You like being talked to like this?”

“Uh huh. James…fuck…harder!”

He smiles at your reflection, and grabs both of your tits. Using them as reins as he drives into your wet heat. This is what you are talking about. You wouldn’t care if he threw you around. He is using you so well, and you enjoy watching it happen. Seeing your eyes glazed over and high off orgasms.

“You got me in a fucking vice grip. Can you come with me? I’m almost there. I’m right there. Keep…keep squeezing. Yes! Fuck yes!” Warmth shoots into your hole, and you start going limp, but Mace keeps fucking it even deeper into you. He was a crazed man at finally feeling a hole drenched in his cum. His cock draws out of you, covered in both of your creams. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!”

Letting your body drop to the bed, where he still keeps using you. Like a boy who had just lost his virginity, and didn’t know when to stop so he overstimulates himself. Hunching into you like it is his job. Like he’s going to get a grade. A solid growl exits his mouth. “Fuck yes! Fuck…fuck!”

“Mmm,” you tilt your head, watching him with a dopey smile. He is needy, but when his need is you, it didn’t matter, “Jamesy, you’re fucking me so deep. Oh, I feel you in my belly. How does my hole filled with your cum look?”

“Oh. Oh…I can look?”

“Yeah. I want you to see how you got me gaping, and filled up. Go on,” panting he pulls his softening cock out of you, and you get back on your knees. A hand goes underneath you, and you pull your lips apart, “You ready, baby boy?”

His head nods rapidly, and you start pushing out his cum. The hot liquid starts to trickle out of your abused hole, and James is mesmerized, “That’s all you,” you moan, starting to finger yourself. “That’s all of it, you,” letting yourself drop on your back, you start sucking on your fingers that are covered in him. “Mmm. Mmm!”

“How long does birth control take to kick in?”

Your eyes flutter open, and you try to sit up. Sore didn’t even touch how you really felt. A deep ache was inside of you. It has been years since you have felt all that. Your hand cups your mound, and you wince. You had maybe one good more fuck in you, but the bed was empty. It was good enough.

Mace probably had somewhere he needed to be. If that’s all you had of him, it would be enough. He made sure that you would feel him for a while. You take a glance over to the clock, it was too early and too late. A missed call from Casey’s phone with a sweet voicemail from Mirabelle to inform you of their arrival to the park.

“Uh,” you fully sit up in the bed, and look at your reflection, “You look and feel like a whore,” you tell yourself laughing. “Son of a bitch,” twisting your head to the side, you look at your body, before struggling to get out of the bed.

Hickies are all down your neck, and down your chest. Nipples looked a bit darker, and bruised. Your thighs sting, and you even had hand and fingerprint bruises all over your body, “I did tell him to use me. Oh god,” you try to pop your neck, stretching as much as your body allows. It was tender, but it felt so good.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

“Oh my god,” wrapping an arm around your chest, and covering your twat, you spin around, “James?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why you’re bothering covering yourself. Pretty sure I have licked and fucked everything possible.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I had an amazing night last night, and I was hoping to continue it this morning, but I know you had to be hungry. I was. I’m not the best cook, so I went to the closest place here, it’s McDonald's. I didn’t know what you would like, so I kinda got one of everything on the menu, and coffee. Do you like coffee?”

“You…I thought you…you came back?”

Mace walks his giant bag of food, and drink carrier of coffee over to the bed, and walks to your closet, throwing any random dress over to you, “There. Have breakfast in bed with me. I fed the dog before I left, too. And yes, I came back. We had fun. Yes, you told me that your cunt was mine, and my cock was yours, but I meant what I said.”

“And what was that? I did,” you look away. It is silly with how intimate you two had been, but the heat in your cheeks was letting you know how shocked you were to see him. “You kinda fucked me a bit dumb last night. I don’t know if I remember what you said.”

Mace chuckles, reaching into the bag for a hash brown, “Glad to be of service. I meant what I told you before the sex. I’m in. Sex is fun and fine, but I’ve never been a just sex kinda guy.”

“What does that mean?” The coffee feels amazing running down your throat. Even that is raw. You are need of hydration. You lost a lot of liquid last night.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you. What time do the kids get back?”

“It’ll be late tonight. They always bounce over to Magic Kingdom and watch the fireworks.”

“I’d like to take you to an early dinner then. We went a bit backwards. Fucking before a date, but we had a connection, and…I’m okay with putting on the brakes. You needed that last night, and so did I. I’m in. I want to date you. I can’t just walk away from you, and…I found a girl who is a bit of an at home teacher. She just got out of school, and she said she can come over to your house three days a week.”

“Thanks, but…you can’t…well, I don’t know how this works. I wouldn’t…but I already have, and…”

“Sunshine, please, tell me what you're thinking,” Mace places a calming hand on your knee. It is soothing, comforting. You hadn’t ever had a partner with Mirabelle, but it is definitely too soon for that. But this man had found a teacher for her.

“It wasn’t my plan to have my kids involved, but they already are, and…I don’t know how to do this.”

“Well…we can keep doing what we were doing. Maybe on nights that Casey and Will have the kids, we have our time. If you have a teacher with Mirabelle…I get lunch breaks. Do you?”

Biting at your lip, you reach for his biscuit, and take a bite, “Are you asking for a quickie on the job?”

“I was actually asking about a little chat in the grove. But if you want to wet my dick, I will not argue. It doesn’t have to be sex. I like you. I like your kids, in a not creepy way. I think Benning kinda likes me, and Mirabelle, I know she does.”

“So…we’re dating?” Leaning a bit closer to you, Mace nods his head with a smile. “Are we still having sex while we’re dating, or are we stopping that all together?”

“I’ll tell you what, when your birth control kicks in, we’ll go back to sex. Speaking of which, I went ahead and bought Plan B, and some condoms. I’m not pushing you or anything, I just think it’s best to be better prepared. But I think slowing down and getting to really know each other sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah. I do, too,” he is surprising. He wanted you, but not just your body. He enjoyed spending time with you. The fact that the introduction to your kids already happened, and was decently successful made you even more comfortable.

“And I thought you might need a break, sorry for the bruises.”

“I’m not,” he looks down at your lap, his cheeks flushing a bright red. “I like being manhandled from time to time.”

“Well, you still need a break. Maybe we can pick out the things Mirabelle needs for her home learning? Or just watch a movie.”

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

“Me, too,” you didn’t know both was an option. “And I really need some water. I’m parched, and famished.”

“Ahh, got you a water bottle beside your bed along with some aspirin. You can’t live on greasy breakfast food, and coffee alone.”

This was new. It was fun. And it was interesting. But mostly it was comfortable. Too easy even, but you aren’t going to deny yourself that. It was a relief not having to be alone another day. Saturday’s were usually for cleaning up the house, and washing clothes, but you didn’t have to do it alone. You had company, and one that you enjoyed spoiling and taking care of. Judging by the McDonald’s and drugstore run, he did, too. And you were going to let him.

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