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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)

Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.

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CW: reference to oral sex

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It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin.

“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”

“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top.

“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.

John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features.

“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both.

His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though.

“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”

The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.

“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer.

“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.

“Thought you’ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow.

“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John.

“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice.

“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical.

“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.

The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.

Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.

“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.

Good. Nosy git.

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 1 year

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Poker Night

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: You think it’s just a normal poker night for Lloyd and his friends. However, Lloyd has other plans in mind.

Warnings: SMUT, degrading language, dumbificaiton, public play, humiliation, spanking, rough unprotected sex, use of safe word.

A/N: This fic honestly took a bit of a weird turn. It started as a really rough fic and ended way fluffier than I thought it was going to. So it may be slightly OOC but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

You paced around your room, trying to decide whether or not it was worth it to sneak downstairs. You had been dying of thirst for well over an hour now and you desperately needed something to drink. However, it was poker night. That meant you were quarantined to your room while Lloyd and his buddies played. He didn’t like to be interrupted on poker night. He was usually so busy cheating his way through game after game that he liked to have his concentration and the moment you walked in the room you would be a distraction. However, you were in such desperate need of some water that you decided to risk his wrath to sneak into the kitchen for a glass.

Slipping down the staircase, you make your footsteps as quiet as possible. Watching your feet carefully you avoid anything that might be in your way until you’re standing in front of the refrigerator. This would be the hard part. Opening the cabinet door as silently as you can, you pull out a glass and make your way for the fridge. You press the sensor in the door and it begins to make an obnoxious buzzing sound as it pours water into your glass. This causes you to wince as you know that the sound is a very distinct one. As soon as your glass is filled up you begin tiptoeing your way back up to your room, eyes still fixated on your feet. Just as you think you’ve made it home free you run into a wall of muscle standing at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up you realize you’ve been caught as Lloyd towers menacingly over you, arms crossed over his chest.

“Well hi there sunshine!” He says with his usual cheerfulness.

“I’m sorry Lloyd, I was just so thirsty. I had to get some water--”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you came down. Why don’t you come sit with us?” As he says this he gestures in towards the dining room. Looking in the direction of his hand you can see the table full of men, their eyes all boring into you. You recognized each of them from past business negotiations and meetings at the house. You knew them all to be incredibly dangerous men since they were in the same business as your boyfriend. Surprisingly you were easily able to conjure each of their names. There was Ari, Frank, Ransom, and Steve. Each one of them was chiseled and handsome as well as scarily muscular like Lloyd. The sight of them all staring you down had you trembling but you knew better than to defy a direct order.

“Okay.” You say with a small glance to Lloyd who is smiling down at you. The whole situation struck you as odd. Lloyd was never pleased when you disturbed their game yet now he was ushering you in alongside them like it was no big deal. To you, though, it was a big deal. Lloyd had something up his sleeve. You weren’t sure what yet but you knew him well enough to know that he was planning something devious. However you knew to keep your mouth shut.

When you entered the dining room the eyes of the other men followed you. Upon reaching the table you realized that there were only enough chairs for the others. “There’s no place for me to sit.”

“Of course there is. Right here. On my lap.” As he says this he pats on his thigh and you realize the kind of plans he has for you. Bracing yourself for the rest of the evening you approach Lloyd slowly before draping yourself over his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Do you see what I’m talking about? She’s just such a dumb little baby.” As he addresses the other men he strokes your hair absentmindedly. His words make you blush as you avoid the gazes of the others in the room. Now that you’re sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, put on display, you recognize the look on their faces. Hunger.

“What’s going on?” You inquire, unable to stop the bubbling question from escaping you. Lloyd lets out a hearty laugh at this.

“Look at that. Maybe she’s not as dumb as she seems.” The men all chuckle in response and you’re suddenly very aware of what you’re wearing. A cheeky little pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra. You had been getting ready for bed when you decided to come downstairs. Now you felt nearly naked as Lloyd’s hand trailed up and down your thigh which was crossed over his lap. “Here’s the thing pumpkin. As you know, it’s poker night. Now normally we just bet around obscene amounts of money but tonight we decided to make things a little more exciting. So I put you on the table.”

“So ...” You try to wrap your mind around what he’s telling you. “You’re going to let your friends fuck me?” This causes booming laughter to escape him as he clamps a hand down on your thigh.

“Jesus, just when I think you’ve got a little bit of smarts in that brain of yours you say things like that and it just reminds me how stupid my little girl is.” Your cheeks become hot with shame as you realize that you’ve misunderstood what this evening is about. “No. You’re mine. Only mine. You know that cupcake. No, what I had in mind is treating our guests to a little show. I want all of them to see how beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock.” His crass words do nothing for the growing wetness between your legs. There’s something about his confidence and the way he likes to show you off that turns you on more than anything else could. “What do you say? Shall we show these boys just what a perfect little slut you are?”

“Yes Daddy.” You mumble under your breath. At this he grabs your jaw hard and makes you look him in the eyes.

“You know better than that. Say it so that we can all hear you.” With your jaw still firm in his grip he turns your head so that you’re forced to look at the other men who are all watching you expectantly.

“Yes Daddy.” You say loudly enough that all can hear. Just when you think that he humiliation is over he chimes in again.

“Yes what Daddy?” You know just the answer he wants to hear.

“Yes I want you to use me like a little slut in front of all your friends daddy.” That satisfies him as he lets go of your jaw.

“That’s a good girl. Now stand up for me.” You do as he says quickly so that he can stand beside you. He’s intimidatingly tall and it makes you feel especially vulnerable now with his friends watching him take you by the waist and turning you around so he can kiss you deeply. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue entry.

“She looks like she knows how to use that mouth.” You recognized Ransom’s voice as Lloyd continued his onslaught of kisses.

“Oh trust me. She does.” Lloyd added with a chuckle before looking down at you. “Why don’t we take off a few of those layers, huh?”

“Yes Daddy.” You say, taking a hold of the bottom of your shirt.

“Ah, hold your horses.” He says, taking a hold of your hand to stop you. “It’s a show, remember? Take your time.” Trying to obey his orders you start lifting your shirt up more slowly, however he quickly stops you again. “You have to face them. It’s no good if they can’t see. You know what, since you can’t quite figure this out ... Daddy’s gonna help you.” With that he takes you by the hips to turn you around so you’re facing the others. As soon as he has you in position he grabs the hem of your tank top and begins tugging it upwards. He goes at an agonizingly slow pace, showing off every inch of your stomach until he’s just below your breasts. With one swift tug your tits come spilling out from the bottom of the tank top. Each of the men takes you in appreciatively, their breathing becoming heavy.

“That’s right boys. Take it all in.” As he says this he pulls the tank top off, discarding it haphazardly. Resting his head down on your shoulder he wraps his arms around you to play with your tits. Groping them, squeezing them together, shaking them in every direction, pinching your hard nipples. You can’t help but let out a yelp when he pulls your nipples downwards as hard as he can. “Get a good look at the most gorgeous set of tits you’ll ever see.” Lloyd tells them, eyes focused on where his hands are playing with you relentlessly.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding Lloyd. She’s beautiful.” Frank chimes in, unable to tear his eyes away from your tits. When you remain silent Lloyd gives each of your breasts a hard smack, making you cry out.

“What do you say when my friends give you a nice compliment?”

“Thank you Frank.” You whimper, looking into his eyes as he tears them away from your chest to make eye contact with you.

“You’re quite welcome.” He says with a smile.

“Anytime someone says something nice about this perfect body of yours, I want you to say thank you like a good little slut. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” You say, turning to look up at him.

“Let’s practice shall we? You’ve got the prettiest tits sunshine. It’s like they were made just for me. I adore the way they feel in my hands.”

“Thank you Daddy.” At this you can’t help but smile. Compliments from Lloyd aren’t rare by any means but they never fail to make you grin. He grabs you by the jaw again but much more softly this time.

“Look at that smile boys. Isn’t she just precious?” As he says this he turns you to face them again and you maintain your sweet little smile, showing yourself off for them. “I love that pretty little smile baby.”

“Thank you Daddy.” You say again, not forgetting his command.

“That’s a good girl. Now you’re using that baby brain.” Without warning he spins you around so you’re facing him. “Let’s not forget to show off that sweet peach too, huh, pumpkin?” His fingers grip the hem of your shorts and he begins to pull them down slowly, working them over the curve of your ass. Upon seeing that you have on panties he huffs, frustrated that he has more layers to take off. “I’m going to have to make a new rule for you. No panties on poker night.” You bury your head in his shoulder as he takes your shorts the rest of the way off. Next he takes a hold of the panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. You yelp when he does, making him chuckle. Pretty soon he’s pulled them down over your ass, letting them slide down your legs to join your shorts on the floor. You’re now completely exposed for all of your boyfriend’s lusty buddies.

Lloyd takes a firm hold of your ass, squeezing your soft malleable flesh. Your hands find his biceps as he gives you a harsh smack, watching your butt jiggle. “That’s right. You just hold on to Daddy while he shows off this perfect body.” He whispers in your ear, giving you another smack. He bounces both cheeks in his hands, enjoying the way your skin ripples each time that he does. “Goddamn, I love this ass. I could spend hours abusing this pretty little peach.”

“I bet it would look even prettier all red and raw.” Ari commented, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he readjusts in his seat.

“Oh you think so? Let’s test that theory shall we?” Lloyd adds before beginning a barrage of blows to your ass, making you scream and hold onto him tighter. Each smack is more painful than the last as you can feel yourself being smacked raw. Heat radiates from both cheeks as you whimper helplessly into his shoulder. When he’s satisfied with the deep shade of red that has bloomed on your ass he stops, removing his hands so that the men can see what he’s done to you. “What do you think Ari? Is it as pretty as you imagined?”

“Fuck. Even better than I could have hoped.” The man said. Some part of you was thankful that you couldn’t see their eyes on you but that didn’t last for long. Lloyd spun you around to face them and when you did your face immediately went white at what you saw. All four of his friends had their cocks out and were stroking furiously at the sight of Lloyd abusing you. Some part of you was ashamed. However more than anything you were turned on knowing that you had made all of them hard at just the sight of you.

“Look at them sunshine. All these big dangerous men stroking themselves while looking at your slutty body. Do you like that? Do you like the effect you have on them?” You started to nod but Lloyd quickly had a grip on your throat, stopping your movements. “Uh-uh. You know better than that sweetheart. Use your words.”

“Yes Daddy. I like knowing that I made them all so hard.”

“I bet you do. Dirty little slut.” He says, giving your ass one last smack. “Alright boys. I think you’ve had enough teasing. Let’s get on to the real show. I’m ready to fuck this tight little pussy.” His words make you blush warmly as he puts his hands tightly on your hips. “Why don’t you get up on the table cupcake?”

“What about all the cards and the chips Daddy?” You ask, looking at the mess. Lloyd answers your question with one swift brush of his arm across the surface of the table. The cards and chips go flying across the dining room, scattering all over the floor.

“Get up on the table. Now.” He commands you and you oblige him, jumping onto the edge of the table. As soon as you’re sitting comfortably he pushes you onto your back. “Here’s how this is gonna go. Ari, grab her right arm. Frank, left arm. Steve, grab her right leg. And Ransom, you grab her left leg. Spread her out as wide as you can. I want her properly displayed when I sink my cock inside of her.”

The men all jump into action, grabbing your limbs and stretching you out. You whimper as you watch Lloyd unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, his evident hard on springing free as he tugs down his boxers.

“You ready?” You almost nod but remember your previous lesson.

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl. Let’s show these boys what you can really do.” With that he leans down to kiss you tenderly. He is surprisingly gentle as his lips press against yours however he shows his true nature when he shoves his cock balls deep inside of you in a single thrust. This makes you yelp against his mouth and he smiles, his lips still fixed on yours.

“God, she sounds so good. Those moans are beautiful.” Steve told you both, hand gripping your leg extra tight as he watched you.

“Thank you Steve.” You said in a gasp. When Lloyd straightened up again you looked around at the other men to see that they were all still stroking their cocks furiously. It made you want to hide away, all this manly and lustful attention fixated completely on you.

“Good girl. You’re remembering so well.” Lloyd said as he continued to push in and out of you, his fat dick driving deeply inside until it was bruising your cervix. The sounds that filled the room were pornographic. Your whimpering moans combined with the panting of the other men added with Lloyd’s grunting as he pounds into you. It was a spectacular symphony that made your cunt throb. Lloyd felt you clenching and groaned loudly. He fucked you faster, not able to hold back as he watched your eyes roll back in your head.

“Daddy!” You whimpered.

“What baby girl? Does it just feel too good? Why don’t you tell Daddy’s friends how much you love my cock inside of you?”

“I love my Daddy’s cock inside of me! Love the way he fucks me.”

“Jesus Christ. Fuck her harder Lloyd. Give the girl what she wants.” Ransom said, pumping his cock just a little harder.

“What do you think boys? Should I fuck her harder?” The consensus in the room was a resounding yes. “You heard them baby.” With that he begins fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. His cock is spearing into you at a brutal pace causing you to scream. He’s rubbing you raw on the inside, making you squeal and squirm. Reaching up he takes a firm hold of your throat, choking you as he drives into your wet heat. You try to push away but the men have you in a tight hold, stopping you from going anywhere. Everything becomes suddenly too much for you. All of the sounds and sights and feelings cause your head to spin. Lloyd is grabbing you so tightly that you can’t breathe and the edges of your vision start to become fuzzy. Tears stream from your eyes in waves as you try to get out the words. The words that will save you from Lloyd’s torment.

“Lemon twist!” You’re finally able to choke out.

“Stop! Everybody stop!” Lloyd yells, pulling out immediately. The men all stop fisting their cocks, exchanging wary looks to each other. Lloyd quickly tucks his cock into his jeans and zips them up, straightening himself out. As he does so the other men take the hint and shove their dicks back into their pants, letting go of you and stepping away from the table. Lloyd helps you sit up, nestling himself between your legs to wrap his arms around you. You don’t stop the tears from flowing as you bury your head in his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him the same way he does for you. He holds you like that until you stop crying before stepping towards the other men. “Thanks for the fun boys but I think me and my girl need some time alone. We’ll see you all next week. Drive safe.” That’s all it takes for the men to say their goodbyes and shuffle out of the house.

“Thank you Daddy.” You hiccup, reaching for him again.

“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you baby.” Lloyd says, coming back over to you and wrapping his arms around you again. “I may be rough with you but that never means I don’t care about you.”

“I know Lloyd.” You say, nestling warmly into his chest. His hand strokes your hair gently as he kisses the top of your head.

“Come on sunshine. Let’s get you to bed.” He takes you by the hand and leads you up the stairs to the bedroom where he tucks you into bed, making sure that you’re comfortable. “You gonna be alright baby?” You nod and this time he lets it slide. “Well Daddy has some work to do. I’m gonna let you get some rest, okay?” You nod again and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You say and with that the man disappears, leaving you with only your thoughts and the remnants of his kisses.

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