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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Do you have any soft Lloyd thoughts? Would he ever be soft for his girl?

He can be massively soft for his girl, but still unhinged. Par example…

“Fuck me, your new whores are something else, Hansen.” You froze when the strange man who was standing near the door grabbed your breast without warning, letting out a small sound of shock when he squeezed and started to drag your skirt up your thigh. No one was supposed to touch you, they all knew that, you belonged to Lloyd. You couldn’t believe anyone would be stupid enough to put their hands on you when he was right across the room. “You from France, baby? Why don’t you open your mouth and give me a little taste of what that tongue can do?”

The sound of glass shattering when he smacked your ass finally got the bastard’s attention, turning his head to see Lloyd striding towards the two of you with a sinister, unhinged grin on his face and his jaw clenched tight. You barely noticed August and Nick rolling their eyes and pulling out their weapons before your man was filling your vision, blood seeping through the fingers of his clenched right fist where he had broken the tumbler of scotch in fury at the sight of this asshole feeling you up. He gave you a nod that helped you to relax some before turning to the idiot who was still touching you even as he looked at Lloyd with discomfort.

“I’m gonna need you to take your hands off her, Gary.” The dangerous growl of Lloyd’s voice had Gary swallowing thickly, his hands immediately leaving your body as Lloyd stepped forward and rubbed his cheek against your temple with a soothing purr and tucking you close to his chest even as he continued to address the offender. “I missed you, ma coquette. Now, Gary, you unbelievable fucking dumbass, maybe I could have let it slide if you had just thought my girl was a prostitute, that’s really the only type of woman likely to come near you at one of these things. But you touched her, you fucking grabbed her and implied you were going to have her suck your dick, and, well… shit.”

Gary didn’t even have a chance to defend himself before Lloyd grabbed the heavy marble ashtray and cracked it against the asshole’s skull. He gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before bending over and smashing him in the head over and over as he cursed the moron, small flecks of blood starting to fly all over the place while Nick and August kept their guns trained on the now dead man’s compatriots while Lloyd got everything out.

“So now I’m gonna take all your fucking guns and your whores and your drugs and burn it to the damn ground, just because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, you dumb bastard.” Lloyd spat on the corpse before he straightened back up, rolling his eyes at the annoyed looks he was getting from August and Nick. “What? Don’t you fucking look at me that. Like you wouldn’t have blown this whole thing if he’d touched one of your girls.” He ignored Nick’s mumbling that his girl would killed the guy herself and finally turned back to you, his blood spattered face softening at the sight of you as he cupped your cheek and brushed his lips over yours. “Ma jolie chatte, did he fucking hurt you?”

“No, I just… everyone knows they can’t put their hands on me, it caught me off guard.” You moaned when he slid an arm around your waist and dragged his tongue over your bottom lip, melting into his touch and tracing your hands over his chest. “I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”

“I know, amour, I know. Where did he touch you, chérie? Here?” He leaned down and pressed his lips to the breast the cocksucker had gripped, sucking and biting at your flesh until he was satisfied with his marks. “Where else, I want to make sure I get rid of every trace of that son of a bitch.”

“Um, my thigh… merde.” You gasped when he knelt and started nipping at the soft skin of your thigh, dragging his tongue over the marks his teeth left as he worked his way up to your hip. “And he slapped my ass.”

“Yeah I fucking heard that one.” Lloyd’s growl sent a shiver of pleasure through you, making you whine with need when he turned you around and dragged your skirt up to your waist as he pressed gentle kisses over the curve of your ass. “If you all don’t want a show of me licking the sweetest damn asshole I’ve ever tasted, get the fuck out right now.”

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

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

Words: ~3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, hi there, sunshine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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I Swear I Won’t Tease You

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

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Lloyd is fascinated by you from the start.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, minor degradation, lil bit of choking, pussy petting, over the panties stuff, Lloyd’s filthy mouth, some biting), alcohol consumption, thievery, lots of French pet names, mentions of violence, Lloyd is a charismatic asshole, mentions of prostitution, klepto reader, meet “cute”? SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Holy shit, I’m in love with Lloyd Hansen. That psycho woke up my muse in a big way, so be prepared for a bunch of shit starring this asshole for the near future. I literally wrote this in one day and I don’t know how long it’s been since that happened!

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Lloyd cracked his neck as he walked into the packed Paris club, rolling his head on his shoulders and growling to himself as he made his way to the bar, his two bodyguards trailing after him. As much as he loved his work, sometimes he hated the travel, especially when it came to having to deal with the unwashed, stuck up frogs in this loser of a country. If he hadn’t desperately needed a drink after slicing that asshole's face off, he would have just made his way back to the hotel and planned on taking the jet back to the states first thing in the morning.

“Find a goddamn phone and let Fowler know Jeanette’s gonna be sending the new batch of girls out in a week.” Lloyd nodded at Brutus after ordering himself a Glenlivet, hissing when he took a gulp and felt the warm liquor burn his throat. “And if Walker is there, tell him I don’t want to see his face for a fucking month and that his twat of a gun contact is now a dead twat.”

“Walker’s not gonna like that boss.” The giant meat head shrugged uncomfortably when Lloyd turned his glare to him before ordering another drink.

“You really think I give a fuck? Do your damn job.” Lloyd snarled as the dumbass finally walked away, sipping on his second scotch slowly and leaning against the bar as he surveyed the crowd that was packed into the club. “Morons.”

Even as the liquor started to relax him he was regretting his choice of venue for his drink, especially when some dick in a white suit knocked into him and almost made him spill. Maybe he’d just find some desperate thing to take back to his hotel and break the bed with, since he hadn’t gotten to test out the new whores like he normally would and filleting that cunt hadn’t gotten out as much aggression as he had expected. He wanted to ruin something, and there seemed to be plenty of dumb little sluts here that were just ripe for the picking.

Oh, wait just a fucking minute. Who the hell were you? In that sweet little pink dress and those heels that pretty much guarantee you couldn’t run away from anyone, though you were still managing to put off every single douche bag that was coming up to you with a shy little smile and big eyes that made you look like the picture of chaste innocence that would be perfect to ruin. Yeah, he was going to make you cry the prettiest fucking tears he’d ever seen.

“Foutez le camp d'ici.” Lloyd growled at the dumbass who was trying to put his hand on your arm as he flirted impotently with you, scowling at him until he scurried away before turning back to you with a wicked grin. “Bonjour, chérie.”

“Bonjour.” You tilted your chin down and gazed at him through your lashes as you bit your lip, and holy fuck did he want to watch you choke on his cock. “Je suis désolé…”

“Vous êtes américain?” He wasn’t going to let you finish that thought, twirling his ring around his pinky as he grinned when you gave him a small nod. There was no way he was leaving this club without at least tasting your lips, and you seemed like the type who just needed to be told what to do. “Ah, me too. What are you doing in Paris, pretty girl?”

“Just… seeing the sights, taking in some culture.” You let out a small sigh as you watched him carefully, cocking your head when he lifted his drink to his lips and the ruby on his ring caught the light. “Enjoying the beautiful things the city has to offer.”

“Hmm, as well you should, chaton.” Lloyd dragged his tongue over his bottom lip when the press of the crowd forced you to step closer to him, reaching out to slowly trace his fingertips along the curve of your shoulder and down your arm. “A course, there isn’t anything here as beautiful as you.” The way you giggled and batted your eyelashes at him let him know he had you, he wondered if you were a virgin, god that would make it even better. “Finish your drink so you can dance with me, poupée.”

You purred when he took your glass from you and set it on the bar once you had finished, sighing softly when he grabbed your hand and pressed some kisses over your knuckles before leading you towards the dance floor. As soon as the two of you reached the floor he was pulling you close and sliding his hands down your back until he was squeezing your hips, letting out a soft growl when you gasped as you braced your palms against his chest, scowling at his remaining bodyguard over your shoulder and jerking his head at him so he would fucking get lost. Lloyd couldn’t believe how goddamn soft you were, he was gonna bruise you the fuck up.

“What’s your name, ma douce?” He ducked even closer to you and groaned appreciatively when you told him, dragging his cheek over your temple and fighting the urge to smack your ass at the feeling of your hips rolling against his. “Mmm, that’s lovely. My name’s Lloyd, sweet thing. I want you to remember that when I make you scream later tonight.”

“Lloyd, you’re so forward.” You gave him a teasing pout before whining softly when he turned you around and wrapped his arms around your waist, winding your fingers through his and gasping when he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. “But I have such an early tour tomorrow, I have to go soon.”

“Oh non, mon ami.” His voice was a soothing purr as he started guiding you towards an empty corner of the club once the song changed, trailing his lips up your jaw until he could bite your ear. “No, I’ll make you feel so good, ma chére. Need more than just a taste of you.” If he didn’t get to at least finger you he was gonna be in a mood tomorrow.

“What if I… hmm.” You moaned when he cut you off by gripping your jaw and tilting your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, pressing your body against the wall and sliding his other hand down the curve of your hip until he could grip the edge of your skirt and start to drag it up your thigh. “I can give you my hotel’s number and we can set something up for later this week.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me, darling.” He slid his knee between your legs to force them open while you planted heavily into his mouth, swallowing your soft whimper with a grin when he brushed his fingertips over the damp lace that was covering your core. “I just need one, promise I’ll be quick.”

The only response you could give him once he rubbed your clit over your panties was a tiny moan, your mouth falling open when he started circling your swollen bud harshly and letting him shove his fingers between your teeth and press on the back of your tongue until you were drooling all over his hand. Lloyd watched your face with a wicked glint in his eye while he watched you fall apart under his touch, cooing demeaningly against your cheek when he felt you shaking in his arms and tears started leaking from the corners of your eyes, his achingly hard cock pulsing in his slacks as he ground it against your perfect ass.

“Look at you, I thought you were a good girl, ma douce. But here you are about to come like a little slut in front of all these people just from having this sweet little pussy pet a tiny bit.” He bit your cheek and groaned when you sobbed around his fingers, your cunt throbbing under his hand when he gave your clit a sharp smack. “So fucking easy, you gonna cream your pretty panties, chérie? Do it, I want you to come for me, ma petite pute. Make a fucking mess of yourself, come the fuck on.”

The sudden dig of his fingernail against your clit through the lace had your eyes rolling back in your head as your legs almost gave out, your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing while cream flowed out of you and soaked right through your panties, staining Lloyd’s fingers as he growled against your skin. He pressed you closer to the wall as your body vibrated with pleasure, caging you in his arms and burying his face in your hair as his cock throbbed and twitched until he was filling his briefs with a snarl. You swallowed thickly when he finally pulled his fingers from between your lips, looking at him with glassy eyes as he dragged his nose over your cheek with a deep purr.

“What a pretty thing you are, can you even talk, ami?” His chuckle was dark when you just panted and licked your lips as you whimpered for him, giving your cunt a pat like a good bitch before pulling your skirt back down. “Poor baby, you’re gonna give me your number so I can ruin you again next time I need a good fuck and I’m in the area:”

“O-okay.” You gasped when you turned around and pulled a card out of your clutch, giving it to him with a trembling hand that he gripped to press kisses over your wrist as he tucked the card into his breast pocket. “I-I really do have to go.”

“Alright, chérie, you take care.” Lloyd leaned close and kissed your cheek almost tenderly. “I hope you think about me next time you touch yourself. I might even think of you, petite colombe. You’re almost too sweet for your own good.”

You just swallowed thickly when he finally let you go, wiping the back of your hand over your ruined face and squeezing your thighs together as you walked away after giving him a quizzical smile. Lloyd found something about you puzzlingly endearing, like he’d only barely scratched the surface of what you would let him do to you, maybe even of what you could do to him. He didn’t feel like you were just a typical pump and dump, he actually wanted to see your pretty face again.

“Ready to go boss?” Lloyd actually didn’t feel like tearing the man’s throat out when he opened his stupid mouth, how refreshing.

“Yeah, let me just pay.” He frowned when he reached into his back pocket and didn’t find his money clip, the furrow between his brows deepening when it wasn’t in any of his other pockets either. “What the fuck? Where’s my damn money?”

“Your ring’s missing too, boss.” Brutus took a step back when Lloyd snarled at him, his magnanimous mood evaporating when he looked at his hand and found that the signet ring that never left his pinkie was in fact gone.

“What in the… oh ho, oh shit!” Lloyd couldn’t help himself, he started laughing when the realization hit him, cackling wildly and doubling over for a minute before he finally got himself under control again. “Oh, that tricky little bitch, she fucking robbed me! Fuck, she’s got some balls on her. Change of plans boys, looks like we’re gonna be sticking around Paris a little longer. I’ve got a pretty little thief to track down. Ooh, this is gonna be fun. I’m fucking excited.”

You grinned to yourself as you reached your motorcycle you had parked a few blocks away, spitting the ring out from where you had it tucked under your tongue and admiring it before sliding it onto your ring finger. The fact that it fit perfectly was like fate, making you wiggle your fingers so it caught the light as you sat on the bike. You plucked the money clip from inside your bra and flipped through its contents, giggling at the size of the bills and the Eurocard. The ring was what you couldn’t stop playing with, though, that had caught your eye and made you let that gorgeous but intimidating man touch you however he wanted. ‘Lloyd Hansen’ sure seemed like he could be a lot of fun. Too bad you were never going to see him again.

A/N: Don’t worry, she’s definitely gonna see him again 😘

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I Just Want to be Your Lover

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

Words: ~2k

Summary: Lloyd finds out more about you and loves everything he learns.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, shoe humping, slight dom/sub dynamics, degradation, ruined kink, slight violence kink, choking, multiple orgasms, snowballing, so many pet names, implied boot licking and fingering), these two psychos already lost in the sauce for each other, minor violence, kinda blood eating (super brief and not explicit), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love these two and I’m not sorry.

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You let out a small annoyed huff as you looked out the window again, the Atlantic Ocean the only thing visible in every direction as Lloyd’s plane carried the two of you back to New York. Lloyd just gave you an affectionate growl as he kept rubbing his thumb over your ankle where your feet were resting in his lap, smiling softly when you shrugged and avoided making eye contact with him as you turned back to your well worn copy of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ even as he pulled your foot up towards his face and sucked on your calf until you gave him a grudging smile.

He had expected you to be a little unhappy about suddenly being uprooted from your life to go back to the states with him, but that tantrum you threw in the towncar had been something else. Of course, that had meant he got to spread you over his lap and alternate between spanking your pussy and giving it soft pets while he assured you you’d be able to go back to Paris whenever you wanted, but that he wasn’t gonna do long distance and he needed to have your sweet, tight little gash available at all times.

Even though he had made you come four times in the car and had to carry you onto the jet, you were still giving him petulant little pouts and whines. Not that he minded, since every time you did he got to press his lips to a new spot on your skin and call you pretty until you relaxed and let out a giggle and he’d never get enough of seeing you smile.

“Did you want a Glenlivet, Mr. Hansen?”

If only this fucking stewardess would leave him alone. Lloyd had a rule about flying with one of these sluts anymore once his cock had been inside him, but this had been a last minute flight and apparently the only bitch Jeanette could line up was this one who’d spent his last flight to Switzerland drooling all over his dick. And the way she kept smiling at him and trailing her fingers over his arm made it blatantly obvious that she was trying to make it happen again, even while he was nibbling on your calf and rubbing your foot as gazed under your skirt and tried to shrug off her touch.

“‘M fine, thanks.” Lloyd’s eyes moved back to your face and he cocked his head when he saw the blank stare you were giving the woman as her hand lingered on his shoulder for a beat before pulling away. “Do you want anything, ma pie?”

“An apple would be great.” Your voice was flat and emotionless as you kept looking at her, scooting closer to Lloyd and reaching out to run your fingers through his hair and watching her closely when she moved to the galley. “Did you fuck her, Lloyd?”

“Aww, coquine.” Lloyd gave you a wicked smirk as he placed your foot back in his lap and dragged his fingers up to squeeze your thigh. “Are you jealous, ma chatte? That was before I met you, chérie.”

“Mmhm.” You marked your place in your book and set it aside, keeping that same odd look on your face as you climbed into his lap and nuzzled at his cheek. “She sure seems to think it should happen again.”

“Non, ma coquette.” He hissed when you nipped at his jaw and dipped a hand between the two of you to softly stroke his cock over his slacks, your other hand yanking his head back by his hair so you could sink your teeth into his neck. “Fuck, like I’d need some stupid bitch now that I have you.”

“I’m yours, mon loup?” You kept petting his cock slowly as you bit along the curve of his jaw, purring when he groaned and nodded for you. “Good, I’m just yours, Lloyd. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch me when I’m with you, I don't do this shit halfway. And if I’m yours, that means you're mine too. Thank you, could I get a knife to slice this up?” You smiled at the stewardess when she handed you the apple, tapping your fingers against Lloyd’s shoulder as you rolled the fruit through your other palm and nibbled on his collarbone while he grumbled at the loss of your touch on his cock. “You’re a doll. And guess what, Lloyd? I don’t fucking share.”

Lloyd muttered a shocked curse when you straightened up and slashed the knife across the dumb bitch’s face even as you kept squeezing his hips with your thighs, growling appreciatively when she shrieked and crumbled to the floor with her hand pressed to her cheek. You watched her flail around with a sneer before settling yourself back in his lap, starting to slice the apple with the bloodied knife and taking a bite as you turned your face back to his with a sly smile.

“Hey, slut? Shut the fuck up, you’ll be fine.” You grinned when Lloyd kicked her when she didn’t listen to you, placing a slice of apple between his lips and rolling your hips over his as you set the fruit aside and slid your hands over his chest. “I’m possessive too, Lloyd. Once something is mine, it’s only mine. And if someone touches what’s mine, or tries to take it from me, I go fucking crazy.”

“Shit, you are full of surprises, coquine.” Lloyd groaned when you dragged the tip of the knife down his throat then sliced his shirt open, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing when you drove the blade into the seat cushion just inches away from his head. “I’m all yours, ma nénette. Don’t want any of these dumb whores, you’re so goddamn perfect. You gonna cut every skank who puts her hands on me, mamours?”

“At least. She’s lucky I didn’t have a gun or I would’ve shot her in the tit.” You rolled your eyes when she sobbed and whimpered as she crawled away from the two of you, slipping your tongue between Lloyd’s lips and tangling it with his before starting to suck and bite your way down his torso. “So we’re gonna wear each other’s marks all the time, and smell like each other, and beat the shit out of any person stupid enough to touch either of us.”

“That’s fucking right, Christ.” He practically whined when you tore his slacks open and yanked them down just enough for his cock to spring free, cupping your cheek affectionately when you purred as you rubbed your lips all over his dick until your lipstick was smeared all over your face. “Ma bonne jolie femme, take what’s yours, gorgeous.”

“All fucking mine.” You hummed happily when you dragged your tongue over his slit and finally tasted him, letting his precum stain your lips as you pressed kisses all over his spongy head. “Now fuck my throat like you own it, mon grand homme. I need everyone to know who I belong to.”

“Oh, you really are perfect, fuck.” Lloyd growled when you wrapped your lips around him and swallowed him to the root, gathering your hair in his fist and driving his hips into your face while you made the most beautiful gagging noises he’d ever heard. “Mine.”

You could only whimper your agreement as he kept viciously fucking your face, your eyes rolling back in your head when he shoved his foot against your cunt when he saw the way you were squeezing your thighs together. The feeling of your throat constricting around him was making him fucking feral, especially when he felt your drool dripping down his balls when you moaned as you started to hump his shoe. His gaze was fixed on yours as he drove his hips up into your mouth, the hand that wasn’t gripping your hair wrapping around your throat so he could feel it bulge every time his cock slid down your gullet. He wasn’t even worried about how obsessed he already was with you, just glad he’d found you and determined to burn himself into every fiber of your being until you knew nothing else.

Neither of you noticed when the stewardess dragged herself to the galley and shut the door, your pussy throbbing as you continued to grind your clit into Lloyd’s boot and you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your fingers dug into his thighs when you felt his cock starting to twitch, a thick mixture of precum and drool bubbling from the corners of your mouth while Lloyd’s pelvis punched into your face violently and your jaw started to ache from having to accommodate his fat dick.

“Ah, none of that, sunshine.” Lloyd chuckled when your eyes rolled back in your head when you came with a shiver, pulling his cock out of your mouth and slapping each of your cheeks until you sucked in a deep breath then shoving his balls between your lips with a demeaning coo. “Ma petite pute, you were so confident and bossy and all it took was a minute of my cock it your mouth to turn into my sweet, dumb little kitten again. You like when I just use you, coquinette? You want me to keep you stupid and pretty by ruining you all the time so you always remember who you belong to now?”

“Mmhm.” You couldn’t even nod as you kept sucking greedily on his sack, your eyes fluttering with bliss while me smacked his messy cock all over your face as he held you up by your hair. His gaze somehow grew even darker when you choked and spluttered, tapping the toe of his boot against your lace covered clit as he watched a drop of precum trail down your ruined cheek and started furiously stroking his dick.

“God… fuck, pet, you’re so fucking pretty like this.” He growled while he leaned closer to you, driving his boot into your cunt and making you sob around his balls when you came violently without warning, still managing to suckle on his balls even as you sagged in his grip and looked at him with glassy eyes. “As soon as we land I’m taking you to Tiffany’s and buying you something extra sparkly. Just wanna keep you covered in cum and jewels all the damn time.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt his cock throb against your face before he was shooting his cum all over your cheeks, moaning and licking your lips when he pulled his balls from your mouth with a lewd pop. He dragged you into his lap once he was finished, purring as he started licking the mess off your face while you panted and wriggled as his hands gripped your curves possessively. When he tapped his fingers against your cheek you opened up immediately, whimpering when he spat the mixture of his cum and your drool into the back of your throat then slammed your jaw shut so you could swallow for him.

“Mmm, Tiffany’s?” You tucked your head into his shoulder and trailed your fingers over his bare chest, sighing when he nuzzled at your temple as his hand rested on your hip and gave you a soft squeeze. “Baby, you give me diamonds and I’ll let you fuck me in the ass whenever you want.”

“Filthy girl.” Lloyd chuckled when you started sucking on his neck, looking down and admiring the marks you’d left on his skin before sliding a hand between your legs to play with the mess you’d made of your panties. “You slash some stupid cunt in front of me and you’ll get all the diamonds you want. Now get down there and clean up the mess you made of my boot while I fuck that pretty pussy with my hand.”

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Don’t You Shiver

Kinkmas Day 10: Protective and Possessive

Relationship: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise)

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: No one should ever try to take you from Lloyd.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie, implied sexual assault (not by Lloyd!), comfort sex), kinda hurt/comfort, violence, murder, mentions of guns, SOFT LLOYD, they’re in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Oh my god, I love Lloyd Hansen. This man is so unhinged but so lost for his girl and I want it bad.

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Lloyd couldn’t bring himself to scold Pronge, just gritting his teeth and gripping the edge of the dashboard when the man sped through another red light. He was too fucking furious, and he knew Pronge was too, the both of them fuming silently as they made their way through the city towards his estate.

Pronge didn’t even get a chance to throw the car into park before Lloyd was ripping the door open and sprinting towards the house, slamming the front door open so hard it crashed into the wall as he drew in ragged breaths and glared at the goons that were filling his foyer. He barely registered Pronge charging past him and running up the stairs, his fist clenching at his side when he finally found the moron who he was going to kill.

“Adams.” He was snarling, rolling his head until his neck cracked while he ignored the sounds of Pronge bellowing for everyone to get the fuck out and then the clatter of medical equipment being thrown against the wall when the staff didn’t listen to him fast enough. “What in the actual fuck were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I’d save your club from getting shot to hell.” Oh, the fucking idiot was going to fight him, he was going to make him bleed. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“You didn’t do fucking shit.” Lloyd growled as he slowly stalked toward the man, practically vibrating from the anger that was coursing through him as he thought about exactly what he was going to do to this bastard. “You left her.”

“She should have hid like I fucking told her to.” It was like the man didn’t realize he was already dead. “Maybe if she had listened…”

“No, fuck no.” Lloyd breathed deeply as he struggled to keep from completely losing his cool. “She doesn’t listen to you, she listens to me. You listen to me, do you not understand what your fucking job is?”

“Well excuse me, but I didn’t sign up to babysit some spoiled little cunt.”

It was like all the air was sucked out of the room when he said that, the few men who had straggled to provide some sort of backup immediately moving away from the dead man when Lloyd froze and his expression became blank.

“The fuck did you just call her?” Lloyd’s voice was dangerously silent as he drew even closer, his face splitting in a sinister grin when the dumbass finally seemed to realize he was alone and about to die. “Say it again.”

Adams barely had a chance to open his mouth before Lloyd smashed his fist into his face, trying to return a few feeble hits and failing when Lloyd gripped his collar and punched him over and over. Lloyd was silent as he kept beating the man, letting go of his collar when he felt him go limp but continuing to rain blows on him until he felt his bones starting to crack. He didn’t even care when he felt the skin on his own knuckles splitting, his vision red and hazy until someone yanked him away from the unrecognizable lump of flesh and made him let out a roar.

“Hansen, Jesus Christ, he’s fucking dead!” August kept a tight hold on Lloyd while the man still thrashed like he was going to rip the corpse apart. “You’ve been beating a dead body for five minutes, calm down.”

“He left her!” Lloyd dragged in a ragged breath and told himself he wasn’t crying while he screamed. “Let me rip that asshole apart, I don’t care if he’s dead.”

“Shit, just breathe, man.” August jerked his head at Everett so he could drag the body out of there before Lloyd lost it again, frowning when the man snarled even though he was starting to sag in his grip. “You want to see her, yeah?”

“I - yeah, I wanna see her. Let the fuck go of me.” Lloyd sniffed and pulled himself out of August’s hold, running a hand through his hair and shrugging to regain his composure. “Where is she?”

“In her room.” August gave Lloyd a wary look before moving aside, gripping the bannister but letting the man walk up the stairs. “Kemp said she’s fine, just rattled.”

Lloyd nodded as he slowly made his way to you, his breath shaky in his chest while his hand lingered on the handle to your door before he pushed it open and laid eyes on you.

Adams was lucky he was already dead.

You looked so small and fragile, and it made Lloyd’s chest ache, the bruise marring your face and your tear swollen eyes making his rage start to bubble to the surface again. Someone touched you, someone other than him had the chance to put their hands on you and leave marks and he was going to burn everything to the fucking ground. He was gentle when he sat next to you on the bed, softly running his palm over your arm and rumbling when you flinched and slowly blinked awake.

“Lloyd…” if you started crying again he didn’t know what he was going to do, his nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply and cupped your face in his hands.

“My love.” He hushed you and let you pull yourself into his lap, tucking your face into his shoulder and winding his arms around you while you shuddered and whimpered. “I’m here, you’re safe.”

“The club was supposed to be safe.” You clutched at him desperately, wincing when his hand found a sore spot on your side and nuzzling at his neck without a care that he was covered in someone else’s blood. “I was alone, and he touched me, he tried - he tried to… if she hadn’t been there he would’ve taken me, I couldn’t do anything. Is she okay?”

“She’s gonna be fine, she’s recovering.” Everyone who had anything to do with this was going to die the most painful death Lloyd could think of. “I’m gonna make sure she’s taken care of, I promise. No one will ever take you from me, no one will ever touch you again, or I’ll feed them to their families. I’m so sorry. Tell me what you need, amour, I’ll do anything.”

“I need you, please.” You whined when he brushed his lips over yours, burying your hands in his hair and deepening the kiss as he stretched his body over yours. “I don’t want to think anymore, make me forget, mon loup.”

Lloyd groaned as he pulled the blankets off of you, frowning when he got a look at the bruises that were covering you until you pulled his face back to yours and arched into him. His callused hands were almost tender as they slowly traced the curves of your body, the vibration of his low growling buzzing against your lips while he slid his fingers under the edge of your nightie and slid it up towards your hips.

You panted quietly into his mouth as you gripped his shirt in your fists and started to drag it over his head, craving the feeling of his skin against yours and losing yourself in his eyes as he kept his gaze fixed on you. As soon as you tossed his shirt aside he was latching back onto you, murmuring affectionate words against the skin of your throat and purring when you took off his belt.

He held you close while you undid his slacks and pulled them down his hips just enough, cradling your jaw and slowly stroking the curve of your cheek with his thumb as you gripped his cock and began to slide him inside you. The small gasp that escaped you as he stretched you wide made his jaw clench, the hand that wasn’t framing your face cupping your breast as he rolled his pelvis into yours when your bodies were finally melded together like they belonged.

“You’re alright.” Lloyd was reassuring himself as much as he was you, sighing when you nodded and grinding into you when he felt your pussy flutter for him. “You’re mine, I’m going to fucking kill every fucker who thinks they can even look at you. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“Yours.” Even with him pressed right against you it didn’t feel like he was close enough, you wanted to be in the same skin as him, winding your legs around his hips and mewling when you felt his heartbeat thumping against your chest. “Only yours, my wolf, Daddy.”

“Yes, fuck.” He growled and pulled your face as close to his as possible so you were breathing the same breath, bending his knees under your thighs so he could seat himself as deeply in you as possible as he plucked at your lips with his teeth until they were wet and swollen. “Let me take care of you, I love you.”

You could barely reply that you loved him too when he rolled into your clit and drove into you with a slow stroke that made your body shake, your hands clutching at his shoulders while you whimpered for him. Every time your breath caught when he bottomed out Lloyd felt himself fall for you even more, promising himself that he would never let anything happen to you. He couldn’t lose you, it would kill him.

Lloyd started kissing the bruises that were ruining your perfect skin, gently brushing his lips over your cheek and your throat and your shoulder while you let out soft moans and ran your fingers through his hair. Your cunt gushed and squeezed his cock when he snarled against the handprint that had been left on your breast, your body arching off the bed while you sobbed softly.

“Please… Daddy, please.” You bit your lips when he kept sliding his cock in and out of you at that delicious pace that made your brain go all soft, whimpering when he gently gripped your hand so he could kiss the bruises on your arm. “I love you, Daddy, I need it, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you everything, shhh.” He nuzzled at your cheek as he brought his face back to yours, groaning into your mouth and barely pulling out as he longed to keep as much of his body as possible molded to yours. “Ma jolie fille, Daddy loves you so much, hates seeing you hurt. I need you, give me another.”

You nodded and felt tears starting to leak down your cheeks when you fell apart for him, letting your mouth fall open so he could swallow your cries as his tongue curled against yours. Lloyd pressed his entire body into yours as your swollen cunt clamped down on his cock, moaning into your mouth and rolling his hips slow and deep as he filled you with his cum.

“Lloyd…” you clung to him as you came down, still trembling and crying a little while his eyes remained fixed on yours. “Please don’t leave me.”

“No, of course not, coquinette.” Lloyd wound you in his arms after pulling the blankets back over the both of you, rolling onto his side and tucking your face into his shoulder as he kissed your hair. “I’m here, you sleep.”

He waited until your breathing was deep and even before paging for August, scowling when the man opened the door louder than he would have liked as he sat up against the headboard with you still tucked into his chest. You barely stirred at the other man’s presence, sighing softly and snuggling closer to Lloyd without thought before you settled back to sleep.

“The asshole doesn’t want to talk.” August ran a hand through his curls and leaned against the door frame. “Nick wants to let Kemp have a go, but now that Pronge made sure his wife is recovering he’s pretty insistent that he be the one to get info out of him.”

“Nick’s princess is good then?” Lloyd breathed deeply when August nodded, his fingertips trailing over your skin lazily while he chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Do we actually need this idiot to talk? It’s not like we don’t know who’s behind this.” He huffed when August just shrugged. “Let Pronge at him, it might keep him from accidentally killing one of the med staff. Tell him to leave some for me though. Think I’m gonna feed that bastard his own balls after what he tried to do to her.”

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I LOVE your Imagines!!!! What about Affectionate Lloyd? I would Love to See him like this

Oh man, Lloyd is super affectionate with coquinette, in his own way, of course.

There’s smut, guys, no minors.

“Coquine, why are you so far away?” Lloyd was giving you a sad pout when you turned to face him after pouring the two of you some drinks, reaching his hand out and grabbing your waist when you finally walked over to him, nuzzling into your tits and purring softly after he took his drink from you. “You’re supposed to stay in my lap all the time, ma petite pute. How the fuck else am I supposed to get through these boring ass meetings?”

“We can hear you, Hansen.” Neither of you acknowledged August when he frowned at you, Lloyd grinning at your giggle when he slid his hand up the inside of your thigh after pulling you into his lap. “Fuck’s sake.”

“We’ve gotta get this shit done, Lloyd.” Nick rolled his eyes when Lloyd started sucking on your neck, the man’s hand disappearing under your skirt and making you whine. “You really couldn’t have stayed home for just a couple hours, honey? Or gone out? I know my printesa has been wanting to go out with you.”

“Don’t you try to boss her around, Fowler. Shh, I know, chérie.” Lloyd cooed and nibbled on your ear when you let out a whimper, the sudden wet squelching sounds that suddenly filled the room making it extremely obvious what he was doing to you. “I know, it feels so good, doesn’t it? Ma jolie femme, can’t wait to get you home. Send the next bastard in, I wanna get this day over with.”

“God, fine.” Nick clenched his jaw when Lloyd wrapped his free hand around your throat and smashed his lips to yours, pressing his fingers to his temple before hitting the intercom button and trying to block out the needy mewls and possessive growls that were coming from the two of you. “Everett, send him in.”

The asshole who walked in looked incredibly uncomfortable when he spotted Lloyd with his hand up your skirt and his tongue running along your jaw, coughing when Lloyd spotted him looking at you and snarled and sinking into his seat after ripping his eyes off you. He still looked nervous, though, since August and Nick were frowning at him and flipping through an impressive pile of photographs.

“So, you enjoying your transfer to the docks, Marty?” August tried not to shoot Lloyd a dirty look when there was a sudden wet smack that made you cry softly, all of them trying to ignore when he called you a good girl and the squelches started coming closer together. “Seems like business hasn’t been doing as good since you started there.”

“Yeah, I’m…” He swallowed thickly when Lloyd started begging you to come for him, talking about how tight your sweet little pussy was squeezing his fingers and saying how much he needed your cream, how pretty you were when you fell apart. “It’s been harder to move everything.”

“Is that so?” Nick mumbled a curse under his breath when you started murmuring how much you wanted to come, how no one could touch you like he could, how your cunt belonged to him. “Because it’s been historically one of our biggest areas of profit. What so yo think changed?”

“Oh my fucking god, quit drawing this shit out, it’s boring. Marty!” Lloyd took his hand off your neck with a growl and grabbed some of the photos, tossing them at the idiot who was stammering at the three of them while he ground his palm against your clit and bit your shoulder. “You’ve been stealing product and selling it to the competition, so you’re out.”

“But…”

Marty didn’t get a chance to finish his defense because Lloyd pulled out his gun and shot him in the face, groaning against your neck when you came with a shriek and dropping the weapon so he could grab your breast and hold you up while you shook on his arms. Nick and August didn’t even bother trying to scold him, calling Curtis into the room and working to get the body out of there while shooting the man dirty looks when he stood up and tossed you onto the table.

“This was fun, we should do it again!” Lloyd chuckled when Nick flipped him off as they dragged the corpse out, cooing when you grabbed his face and yanked it to yours so you could suck on his lips while you looked at him with big eyes. “My needy girl, don’t worry, ma chatte, I’m gonna give you what you need. Can’t wait to bury myself in this perfect snatch of yours. Mmm, don’t know how I ever got through meetings without you.”

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OKAY YKNOW that gif of Lloyd with that knife?! I couldn't stop thinking that he likes to fuck his girl with the handle of it and I ooooopppp💦

Yes!!!

Warnings for sexy stuff with a weapon.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he kept flicking the knife through his fingers as he talked to the idiot in front of him, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance in that way that made you want to crawl into his lap and suck on his neck. Instead you settled for pouring him a glass of scotch and bringing it to him, dragging your fingertips along the curve of his arm after giving it to him.

“Well, why don’t you fucking work on actually moving some of the product you already have and then maybe we’ll talk about giving you more men.” Lloyd grabbed your hand when you tried to move back to your seat, pressing his lips to your wrist and gazing at you with dark eyes. “Now get the fuck out.”

“Mmm, what… merde, what are you doing, mon loup?” You whined softly when he dragged the tip of the knife down your hip so he could hook it under the edge of your skirt and pull it slowly up your thigh.

“What were you doing, coquine?” Lloyd grinned when he tossed the knife into his opposite hand and teased it along the straps of your dress while he kissed your stomach gently. “Making me watch you squeeze those sweet thighs together while I’m supposed to be working. You all worked up, ma chatte?”

“Maybe…” you gasped when he suddenly sliced through one strap then the other, your dress sliding down your body until it was pooled at your feet. “You’re just so efficient.”

“You love that, don’t you?” He sat up so he could run his tongue over your nipple, cutting through the thin lace of your panties and sucking on your breast before flipping the knife in his grip again and sliding the handle down until it was teasing over your slit. “Get so worked up watching me handle a weapon, hmm ma pie?”

“Oh god… yes, mmhm.” You let him push you back until you were sitting on the desk, moaning when he pulled your foot into his lap and nipped at your thigh while he tapped the butt of the knife handle against your clit.

“Shhh, just relax, chérie.” Lloyd cooed as he slowly slid the knife inside you, growling into the soft flesh of your thigh when he felt your slick leaking over his hand.

You leaned back on your hands and whined when he started fucking you with the smooth wood of the knife’s handle, his eyes fixed on the way your cunt throbbed and clenched around the weapon as he sucked a series of bruises along your inner thigh. He couldn’t get enough of you, bringing his other hand up so he could rub his thumb over your clit and groaning when you let out a soft cry.

“Lloyd…” You gasped when he pressed against your swollen bud harder, your thighs starting to tremble as he buried his face in the crease of your hip and purred as he inhaled your scent deeply. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’ll never stop, ma nénette.” He nuzzled at your stomach and gazed at you through his lashes while he cooed softly at you. “I want everything from you, amour, want all the things that belong to me to smell like you and to be the only one who owns your pleasure. Now come for me, ma pie, then I’ll fuck your gorgeous pussy with with my fat cock until you pass out.”

“‘S your pussy, Lloyd.” You were already losing it, a warm coil of pleasure gathering tight in your core until you were right on the edge and your arms collapsed.

“Oh, good fucking girl, it is my pussy.” He stood up so he could curl over you, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily into your open mouth as he sped up the thrusts of the knife handle into your weeping pussy. “It’s all mine, all of you belongs to me. Now come for me, ma jolie femme, I need it.”

You choked out a sob against his lips when he drove the knife against your g-spot at the same time he pinched your clit, your eyes rolling back in your head as you gripped his biceps and your whole body shook violently. He hissed when he felt your cream run over his fingers, smashing his lips to yours and groaning as he felt your body vibrating underneath him.

“That’s a good girl, mmm, you’re fucking perfect.” He pulled the knife out of you and dragged his tongue over the blade to clean off your mess, grinning wickedly at you when you let out a pathetic mewl as you watched him. “Ma bonne fille, maybe next time I fuck you with my gun, how’s that sound?”

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Got a Jealous Bone

Kinktober Day 14: Collaring

Relationship: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1.2k

Summary: Lloyd needs everyone to know you’re his.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, nipple piercings, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex), angry Lloyd, hints of crime doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: The man is drool worthy and so obsessively in love with his girl I can’t fucking stand it 🥵

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Lloyd growled into his scotch as he watched the blonde hunk of muscle that was supposed to be standing at the door move even closer to you, ignoring the nattering of the asshole he should probably actually be negotiating with as he considered shooting the meathead in the face when he took your tight lipped smile for encouragement and tried to touch your arm. Just because he liked putting you in those tiny little dresses that could barely hold your tits, all these dicks seemed to think it was an open invitation for them to put their hands on you.

“Thank you, sweetie.” At least the dumb jock’s boss didn’t try to touch you when you set a fresh drink in front of him, but he didn’t try to hide the way his eyes lingered over every inch of you while you started to make your way back towards the chaise that Lloyd kept in his office especially for you. “What a pretty little doll, may just have to steal you away from this bastard.”

Lloyd’s jaw clenched and he saw your nostrils flare at the comment, narrowing his eyes when you huffed and fidgeted with your skirt in that way you did when you were frustrated. The sound of him clearing his throat caught your attention right before you sat down, your gaze snapping to his and warmth flooding your system when you saw the look of pure possession that was etched on his features.

“Viens ici, chaton.” Lloyd groaned softly when you slowly prowled towards him, setting his drink down and reaching out to grip your waist and yank you into his lap once you were close. “Andrews here thinks he can steal you from me, coquine. What do you think about that?”

“Mmm, I don’t like it, mon loup.” You leaned into his touch when his hands traced over your hips, purring when his touch slid between your thighs and resting your head on his shoulder as you pouted at him.

“Of course you don’t, ma nénette.” He tutted and kissed your temple before turning you in his lap so you were facing the two men who had offended him, spreading your legs wide over his thighs and dragging his hand up to cup your throat and play with the collar that was fastened around your neck. “Did you happen to notice this, Andrews?”

“Yes.” The man gritted his teeth as he watched Lloyd toy with you, it would be difficult to miss the massive diamond that was hanging from the plush band of black velvet and nestled at the hollow of your throat. “Why?”

“Oh, it’s just a little anniversary present I got for my sweet magpie, she just loves sparkly things.” Lloyd cooed when you arched into his touch when he started to pet you over the soft lace of your panties. “What does your collar say, chérie?”

“Ah, it says ‘property of Lloyd Hansen’.” You rolled your head to the side so you could moan into his neck when he gradually increased the pressure of his fingers, the soft fabric quickly growing sticky and creamy as you became more and more aroused. “Because I’m Daddy’s.”

“That’s fucking right, mon enfant gâté.” Lloyd purred into your ear before scowling at the two men who were starting to look marginally uncomfortable, their eyes finally moving away from you even when Lloyd gave your pussy a light smack and you let out an absolutely beautiful whimper. “All of you belongs to me, and I don’t remember giving either of these two assholes permission to look at my tits, or my pussy.”

“Hansen…”

“I’m not talking to you, bastard.” Lloyd licked your neck and slid the hand that wasn’t playing with your cunt up to drag the top of your dress down until your tits popped out, teasing the jeweled bars that ran through your nipples until you were squealing and wiggling in his lap. “Should I punish them, amour? You know how much I hate when anyone looks at you.”

“N-non, mon homme.” You shivered and whimpered into his mouth when he moved his lips back to yours, his long fingers dragging the fabric of your panties to the side then starting to teasingly swirl over your slit as you leaked cream all over the both of you, ignoring the two men who were looking at the ceiling as you gripped his bicep tightly. “No, just show them why I’m yours, daddy, you need the new territory.”

“Mmm, my clever girl, even when I’m about to make you squirt all over everything. Do not look at her, Andrews.” Lloyd snarled at him after giving you a swift kiss, plunging his fingers inside you and starting to fuck you with his hand even as he kept pinching and tugging on your nipples while you buried your face in his neck and moaned, your body arching into his hand as your core started to grow tighter impossibly fast under his touch. “Look at me. You too… whatever your fucking name is. You’re lucky my girl is in such a sweet mood or you’d be getting carried out of here in pieces and I’d still take your territory. So give me a good fucking deal and do it fast so I can spoil her like she deserves.”

Whatever they said next was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears and your own wails as you fell apart, your release gushing and squirting out of you and making a mess all over the floor while your cunt spasmed around Lloyd’s fingers as he kept driving them into you. You were barely aware of him biting your breasts and calling you his good girl before he let you sag against him, his fingers still gently petting your pussy once you had settled as his other hand slid up to cup your throat while he continued his discussion. As soon as you felt him start to toy with your collar again, you couldn’t help but purr, making soft and pleasant noises against his skin while you curled up in his lap and wound your arms around him, trapping his hand between your thighs as you dozed off.

Lloyd smiled softly when he felt your warm breath fanning over his neck while you kept letting out sleepy little kitten noises, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he teased his fingers under the plush velvet of your choker as he finally got the idiots out of his office and turned his full attention back to you. He cooed when you whined as he stood up to carry you back to the chaise, laying you down gently and pressing kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he peeled your dress off the rest of the way and stretched his body next to yours as he grabbed one of the files August had left for him.

“Shhh, mon joli chaton, you rest, amour.” He kissed your hair when you murmured at him as you curled closer, trailing his fingers over your side lazily while he started to read. “Always so tired when you come for an audience, take your little kitty nap and then I’ll fuck you right on the conference table in nothing but your pretty collar during the next meeting.”

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