Bucky’s New Bike

Yennskier’s 100% incorrect correct quote

Fairy flowers appreciation post

I wouldn't mind help conditioning his beard

Conditioner

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count: ~500

Warnings: Smut! Explicit sexual content, oral- woman receiving, dirty talk, explicit language (must be 18+)

Summary: You help your boyfriend with beard care and it leads to much more!

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Why This Chris Must Go

I didn’t post this until I’d waded through seventeen different sources - including The New York Times and California political donor records (which are public) and wasted too much time that should have been spent harassing my daughter about her homework. But there was a joking little Twitter poll about Which Chris Must Go? that went viral when people starting posting about Chris Pratt’s political and “spiritual” leanings. I was on the fence about Pratt since he abruptly divorced Anna Faris and left their special needs son to hastily marry Katherine Schwarzenegger. Then, he joined the GOP Schwarzenegger family’s church, The Hillsong Church, which considers LGBTQ+ an “offense against god” and advocates for electroshock therapy to get rid of the gay. (Remember that barbaric shit? Even my backwards ass state banned it.) He also works with Jews for Jesus, who attempt to convert people from the Jewish faith to Christianity (I guess with electroshock therapy, since that’s working for the gays, right Chris?) Aaaand, he and his adorable bride donated a heavy chunk of change to Trump’s 2020 re-election campaign. I’m no political scientist, but that sounds like a pretty staunch support for this psycho to get re-elected. Frankly, I don’t care. That’s not why I’m disgusted.

It was quite the backlash. And so guess who leaps to his defense? Some of the rich, white straight guys from Marvel. Robert Downey Jr. who initially posted “Fuck you all.” in response on his Instagram account deleted it before adding this lovely moment of concern. My sweet Mark Ruffalo (oh, Mark, how could you?) did as well.

You know who didn’t leap to his defense? Brie Larsen. Tessa Thompson. Zendaya. (Nor any of the other Chrises, by the way.) So, where was the support when these women were viciously bullied online? Brie got death threats for daring to become Captain America. Tessa and Z were ruthlessly subjected to racism and misogyny for acting in the Marvel Universe. Not a fucking word of defense for these women- who were truly being brutalized. So, RDJ? Fuck you, kitten. Fuck you for being a hypocrite and defending the guy just because the public learned about his leanings and “spiritual” activities. And Mark, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. And for the other rich, white, straight Hollywood guys to leapt to his defense? Brie, Tessa and Z are still waiting for your passionate words of support.

Signs of Embarrassment

Blushing or turning red

Avoiding eye contact

Stammering or stumbling over words

Laughing nervously

Fidgeting with hands or clothes

Scratching the back of the head or neck

Looking down or away

Covering face with hands

Speaking in a quieter voice

Shrinking in posture

Playing with hair or accessories

Clearing throat repeatedly

Apologizing frequently

Sweating more than usual

Biting or licking lips

I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe. 

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Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts. 

-Draw something

-This website translates the time into colours.

-Create your own galaxy.

-Play flowing.

-Make a 3D line travel where ever you like. 

-Listen to music.

-Calm.

-Ocean mood, do nothing for two minutes.

Sleep issues; 

- 8 hour sleep music.

-Rainy mood. 

-Meditation.

-Coping with nightmares.

-How to cope with nightmares, 11 steps.

-Calm

-Foods that can affect your sleeping, both positive and negatively. 

 Uncomfortable with silence; 

-Rainy mood.

-10 hours of rain and thunder.

-3 hours of rain and thunder.

-Human heartbeat.

-Rainforest.

-Sound of rain on a tin roof.

-Autumn wind.

-Rain on a tent

-Traffic in the rain.

-Soft traffic. 

-Fan.

-Train.

-Simply noise.

-My noise.

-Rainy cafe.

Anxiety; 

-How to stop worrying. 

-Tips to manage anxiety and stress.

-The 10 best ever anxiety management techniques. 

-Self-help strategies for anxiety. 

-Helping a friend with anxiety. 

-All about worrying.

-8 myths about anxiety. 

Sad, angry and depressed/depression; 

-“I’m always sad”

-Feeling sad.

-Going through trauma.

-“I’m always angry”.

-Anger management. 

-All about anger.

-National helplines and websites.

-Self-help strategies for depression.

-Dealing with depression at work.

-Dealing with depression at school.

Isolation and loneliness; 

-Pets and mental health.

-All about loneliness. 

-“I feel so alone”

-10 more ideas to help with loneliness. 

-How to deal with loneliness.

 Self-harm;

-Alternatives to self-harm and distraction techniques.

-146 things to do besides self-harm.

-More alternatives to self-harm.

-Self-harm alternatives.

-How to take care of self-harm wounds/injuries.

-Getting rid of scars.  

Addiction; 

-How to help a friend with a drug addiction.

-What is addiction?

-All about alcohol and addiction.

-The facts about drug addiction.

 Eating disorders; 

-Helping a friend with an eating disorder.

-Eating disorder treatments. 

-Support services for eating disorders. 

-Self-help tips with eating disorders.

-Eating disorder recovery. 

-Recovering from an eating disorder. 

-100+ reasons to recover. 

-Understanding and managing eating disorders. 

 Dealing with self-hatred;  

-3 ways to ease self-loathing. 

-How to turn self-hatred into self-compassion.

-Self-hatred resources.

-10 step plan to deal with self-hate. 

 Suicidal; 

-International suicide hotlines (1)  (2)

-Preventing suicide. 

-Reasons to stay alive.

-Dealing with suicidal thoughts and feelings.

-Coping with suicidal ideation.  

 Schizophrenia;

-All about schizophrenia.  

-Helping a person with schizophrenia.  

-Understanding and dealing with schizophrenia.  

-Delusions and hallucinations.  

OCD;

-Managing your OCD at home. 

-Overcoming OCD.

-How to cope with OCD. 

-Strategies for dealing with the anxious moments. 

Borderline personality disorder; 

-Helping someone with BPD. 

-All about personality disorders.

-Treatment for BPD.

Abuse; 

-Healthy relationships VS abusive relationships. 

-Emotional abuse

-Overcoming sexual abuse. 

-Hotlines services. 

-5 ways to escape an abusive relationship. 

-Domestic violence support. 

-Signs of an abusive relationship. 

-What do to if you’re in an abusive relationship. 

-Surviving abuse. 

-What you can do if you’re sexual harassed. 

-Sexual assault support.

-What to do if you’ve been sexually assaulted or abused. 

 Bullying;

-How to stand up against bullying.

-How to protect yourself when it comes to cyber bullying.

-How to help stop people bullying you. 

 Loss and grief; 

-How to cope with a suicide of a loved one.

-Grieving for a stranger. 

-Common reactions to death. 

-Working through grief.

(Other loss and grief)

-Moving away from friends and family. 

-Coping with a breakup.

 Getting help; 

-Seeking help early. 

-All about psychological treatments. 

-Types of help.

-All about age and confidentiality. 

Things you need to remember; 

- Don’t stress about being fixed because you’re not broken.

-Remember to remind yourself of your accomplishments. Tell yourself that you’re proud of yourself, even if you’re not. 

- This is temporary. You won’t always feel like this. 

-You are not alone. 

-You are enough. 

-You are important. 

-You are worth it. 

-You are strong. 

-You are not a failure, 

-Good people exist. 

-Reaching out shows strength. 

-Breathe. 

-Don’t listen to the thoughts that are not helping you. 

-Give yourself credit. 

-Don’t be ashamed of your emotions, for the good or bad ones. 

-Treat yourself the same way as you would treat a good friend. 

-Focus on the things you can change. 

-Let go of toxic people. 

-You don’t need to hide, you’re allowed to feel the way you do. 

-Try not to beat yourself up. 

-Something is always happening, you don’t want to miss out on what’s going to happen next. 

-You are not a bother.

-Your existence is more than your appearance. 

-You are smart. 

-You are loved. 

-You are wanted. 

-You are needed. 

-Better days are coming. 

-Just because your past is dark, doesn’t mean your future isn’t bright. 

-You have more potential than you think. 

- Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x

I feel like there is a difference between Trump supporters and people who voted for him. I think he made a mockery of the presidential office, but I still voted for him, because under Biden, my family could have been severely negatively impacted, even more so than under Trump. It saddens me, because I always feel attacked that I voted for him, even though I think actual Trump supporters need an intervention. I just had to do what I felt was best for my family. I'd love your insights here.

There is a lot to unpack here and I do have a lot of insights into this so:

First I wanna say that the ironic thing is that while you feel that Tr*mp is going to be better for your family he is also at the very same time, severely negatively impacting mass groups of people, me and my family included, and when I say negatively impact I mean he puts people lives in my communities directly in danger

I’m genuinely curious as to what negative impact Biden would have caused for your family that pushed you to vote for the president again

I’m a black woman and a Latina and it’s really scary and mind boggling to me that for you and for many who voted for him the first time and this time around, his blatant racism and xenophobia and lying isn’t a dealbreaker for you

It’s a different kind of reality seeing and hearing him and his supporters vehemently agree that Mexico is crawling with murderers and bad people, separating children from their families and then failing to reunite them all even still, or to hear him use racist dog whistle terms about black people and back law enforcement and call us thugs and not address the root of our outrage, it makes my stomach hurt

As does hearing him speak about other countries, seeing his racism and xenophobia and hate shine through in his actions and policies from LGBTQ+ rights to women to quite literally everyone and every issue, that carries weight, that has consequences that will last far longer than you realize

If a man like that is someone you still vote for even if you think he’s a mockery, even with how terrible he is, even with right wing white supremacist groups supporting him, even with how many lives have been lost due to his negligence, that means the life/lifestyle, you lead really needs to be thought about and given a look at

Bc your words are telling me that you and your family walk through this world at the expense of a million others, what’s the price others will have to pay for the way your family will benefit off a white supremacist system of government held up not challenged by Tr*mp?

You can tell yourself you’re not like his supporters, you can say there is a difference between voters and supporters or his fanatics all you like but the truth is that they’re two sides of the same coin. I just think those who say they vote/voted for him but don’t like him as a person or don’t agree with him all the time are better at lying to themselves that they aren’t complicit or contributing to the hate he sows everywhere he goes

Many who have studied fascism or come from countries/been through periods of history where fascist governments and leaders were in power have said numerous times that we are already several stages into the process of becoming a fascist country under him and there is no amount of benefit to your family or any other group of people that man could provide that will make the choice of voting for him ever ok

Tr*mp is a symptom of a larger disease in American society and government and how its systems work since it was founded all the way to now, I am wary of Biden for many reasons and him taking office will not change the fact that behind the presidency the same sickness in how this country operates still remains, but Biden isn’t a fascist and can be reasoned with, he’s a million more times likely to actually listen and can begin to undo the damage Tr*mp has done and that is the only right choice for the greater good

There’s a reason you feel so attacked for voting for him and a reason why there’s such strong pushback and it’s because it’s not just a difference of opinion or party or policy, real people will suffer under him and they have been, we have been and I just can’t find room to feel sympathetic or play nice with those who vote for a man and an administration that don’t want people like me in their ideal world view

The little shit!!! I loved this

Bed of Roses

dark!Clark Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only; DUBCON, coercion, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, major size kink, descriptions of size difference, no plot

thanks to @/inklore for the divider

You had come to trust Clark, trust in his righteousness, and more personally, you trusted him to never hurt you.

Not only was he the hero the world needed; Clark had placed his secret in your hands. The least you could do for him was be there to support him in the little ways you could. It hadn't seemed enough at first, because compared to the fires he battled, the heights he flew, what could you dare hope to provide for Clark? But he kept coming back. In time, you overcame the shyness of beholding a hero. But the awe never wore off.

And how could you not grow to love this lonely soul that insisted you were the only balm for the sacrifices he made?

You hadn't been ready that first time, but he had been patient with you. You started out with so much going through your mind; afraid you would disappoint him, afraid that the next stage of physical intimacy would change too much of your relationship.

Then he came in, with a confident touch and encouraging words. There was so much, he was so much that night.

Hungry -- his eyes blazed up and down your naked form; his hands grasped and squeezed firmly so that were you to try and get away, you would have surely failed. His mouth had swallowed down your mumbles, nipped your skin until you felt dazed in submission.

You had been nervous, yet his cooing washed away your quiet words. His unrelenting weight kept you in place beneath him. Kept you secure, just as he insisted you should be. I'll always keep you safe. He could understand you so well, even better than your own mind, it had seemed. You don't let new things scare you off. You're my brave girl. He shouldered the responsibility of Earth's inhabitants, yet, Clark did not hesitate to pay extra attention to you.

"Just the tip, that's it." He cooed, nuzzling against you as your lips parted in mimicry of how he was opening you up. "So good, sweetheart."

He wedged the tip of his cock between the wet lips of your cunt, pressing, splitting, pushing until the bulbous head burst past that tight opening and stayed caught. You gasped, breathing shallow at the impossibly thick intrusion.

He took your hand. He kissed your fingertips, then licked your open palm and guided you, wrapping your little hand around his shaft and leading you in stroking him. He huffed, grunting how good you made him feel.

"Such a good girl for me. Fuck, this pretty pussy can't fit all of me yet, huh? Keep going."

You did your best, eager to please him, eager to be good so he could see how much you loved him being gentle for you. Even with the overwhelming heat of his skin on yours, the press and mix of sweat, you tried following his lead. The initial sting of his penetration had faded and all you wanted was to make him feel good. He had listened to you. When you were hesitant, he had encouraged you to trust in him and in yourself. He challenged you in a good way, knowing you could handle these new touches. Clark had told you he knew what was best for you, and see how he had proven it?

Your heart thundered, but you sped up, gripping him tight. You squirmed as he sucked hard at a nipple, sparking jolts of pleasure through you, making your whine at the way his teeth ran across your softness. He groaned. You felt his muscles under your free hand, contracted with so much pressure like he was holding all of himself back. He tried so hard, all for your sake. You would be good for him.

You felt sore and so tired after, and so safe in his embrace.

He kissed you as you fell asleep. Grateful that you could share this with Clark. He would never make you do anything you couldn't handle.

He held your knees wide apart and gorged himself between your legs. You grew sensitive after his eager mouth suckled and licked you so. When you tried to sit up, uttering his name, he yanked you onto your back and kept taking in your sweet slick. His tongue thrust into you, then one finger pushed in that had you whimpering.

Again, you were at his mercy -- no, you were receiving his love, his passion. He was so good to you. You could be good for him.

You hadn't expected so much of his attention tonight, and couldn't help writhing as he kept at you, kissing your sensitive core raw.

When he sat up, you groaned in relief. Clark dropped soft kisses along your hip, murmuring praise. You would have swooned if you weren't already a puddle of buzzing pleasure.

Tonight, he asked to touch you again just so. He missed you, couldn't get you out of his mind, needed to be close to you. Just the tip again, he said.

Now, you were trapped under him. The tip of his cock had found home in you once more. Just as tight of a squeeze as the first time. You wanted to make him feel good again. Just the tip. You could do it.

He was leaving wet kisses up your breastbone, when you felt another bit of his cock slide in.

You winced.

"You're okay. I got you."

A brief rut had you pressing at the side of his ribs. "...Cla..Ah..."

He licked into your mouth. His big paw captured your hand, holding it down. He flexed his hip and you whined at getting split more and more.

"Feel so fucking perfect," he groaned. He filled you so much now, you sobbed, trying to remind him of his promise, but he kissed you, his gravelly voice unrepentant in your ear.

"Knew you could take it. My good girl."

He drew out and thrust slow and slick into you, again and again. Each time he withdrew you felt your pussy clinging to him and you didn't know how but the heat in your center flared hotter and hotter. There was so much of him to fit in, and he had primed you for it, dripping as you were. But you had not been prepared for this, and there so much, so much of him to take.

Resting his forehead on yours, Clark took up all the space in and around you. He was everything, all that you could feel as his hips met the backs of your thighs.

Your body grew taut, ready to combust. Grinding against you lit up that nub of pleasure and you whined with your release. Seeing you lose yourself in climax drove Clark to a frenzy, hips snapping until you couldn't remember how it felt before he claimed you. He growled into the crook of your neck, holding you tight as he came.

As your mind slowly cleared, he shifted you, laid you out on top of him. You felt his hands all over, stroking down your back, kneading your shoulder, squeezing your bottom. His touch, heavy and warm, lulled you away from how overwhelmed you had felt.

Clark knew all along what was good for the both of you.

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I cannot with this man, I hate and want him at the same time 😭

Intrusion

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,255 Summary: After your brother is assassinated, his murderer decides to have a little fun with you.  Warnings: AU probably. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dark!Lloyd. Home invasion. Mentions of minor character murder. Non con. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Pussy slapping. Cream pie. Lloyd's the worst tbh.

A/N: Uh. This "drabble" got out of hand. SORRY NOT SORRY! 😘

One moment you were sleeping peacefully, and the next, you were jolting awake at the sound of yelling and gunfire. 

You heard all hell break loose as your brother’s security team responded to whatever threat had reached his front door, and you scurried into the closet in the corner of your room, trying your best to muffle your frightened sobs with your hands. 

It’s all for naught, as moments later, once the manor has gone eerily quiet, your closet door was wrenched open and you were yanked out by your arm before being dragged downstairs to your brother’s home office. 

You cried out as you were roughly thrown to the floor, your face landing inches away from a pair of perfectly shined leather shoes. 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like we've caught ourselves a sweet, little prize, huh?”

You could hear the glee in the unfamiliar voice, scrambling to a sit as the man crouched before you. 

It was the dark burn of his gaze taking its time to survey you—to leer at you in your little cotton sleep dress—that had you shivering with dread as you pulled your knees to your chest and curled in on yourself.

You stared back at him for a moment, your eyes big, frightened, and shimmering with tears as you quickly drank in his pale skin, dark hair, and the ridiculous, thick mustache that detracted from his otherwise handsome features. 

“What’s your name, pumpkin?” He purred, touching his tongue to his teeth as his eyes lingered on your bare legs. 

At your silence, he grinned, bright blue eyes finally meeting yours. 

He leaned in, pointing to himself with the gun in his hand as he said, “I’m Lloyd, and you are...“

You jerked as the gun gestured toward you, trembling your name at his expectant look. 

“Mmm, that’s a pretty name. A pretty name for a stunning woman.” 

Lloyd gave you another lecherous once over before rising to his feet and sauntering to the drink cart adjacent to your brother's desk. He poured himself a generous tumbler of your brother’s good brandy before taking a gulp. 

“You the girlfriend?” He guessed. “Mistress? One night stand?”

You blinked at him, your wide gaze pulled away by the other men—the soldiers—lingering around the periphery of the room. 

Suddenly Lloyd was filling your vision, crouching before you looking mean as he touched the end of his gun beneath your chin, eyes glittering at your whimper as he directed your gaze back to him. 

“Don’t look at them, cupcake, look at me. I’m the one in charge.” He leaned in close, his next words a warm puff against your lips. “I’m the one you gotta sweet talk into sparing your life.”

“Boring,” Lloyd huffed at your ongoing silence before snapping at his men, “Out! All of you. Get the fuck out!”

They were quest as they retreated, and despite how terrifying they all were—especially armed to the teeth—you somehow felt more afraid, more unsafe, now left all alone with Lloyd. 

He must have been able to read the realization on your face, because he snickered. 

“Answer my question.” He snapped your brother’s name. “You his girl?“

You couldn’t help it as your face scrunched in disgust and you shook your head quickly. “He’s my brother.”

“Was,” Lloyd smirked. 

And suddenly there was a lump lodged in your throat as more tears blurred your vision and you shook harder. “H-he’s dead?”

“Yep,” Lloyd popped the p on his answer, tapping two fingers to the center of his forehead. “Good ole kill shot. It was quick and painless, in case that’s any consolation.”

You stared at him, horrified—heartbroken—as more tears leaked down your cheeks. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Lloyd sighed, his eyes falling down the length of you for a long beat. 

When they snapped back to yours, they were even darker than before, gleaming with a deviant kind of malice that made your blood run cold. 

“Now I need to decide what to do with you.” He tapped a finger to his lips, as if in thought, before announcing, “Ah ha! I’ve got an idea.”

He lunged closer, grabbing your arm and yanking you against his chest. He chuckled at your chirp of fear, the way you went stock still as he gently caressed your cheek with his gun.

“You have a choice, pumpkin: you can get fucked by this,” he pressed the gun beneath your chin, hard enough to make you whine in pain as his lips hovered over yours, his eyes excited. “Or, you can get fucked by my big, fat cock.”

“N-no, please!” You shook your head, blinking a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. 

“Better pick, clock's ticking,” Lloyd grinned at you. “What’s it gonna be? This loaded gun with the safety off,” he laughed at your sob. “Or this big, fat cock,” he cupped the growing bulge at the front of his pants. “And a load of my cum?”

When you only cried harder, shaking your head as “please” rained from your lips in a desperate chant, Lloyd growled.

His hold on your arm tightened hard enough to make you cry out as he jerked you against his chest. 

“Pick, now,” he hummed softly, nuzzling your nose with his. “Before you end up like your brother.” He groaned as you trembled against him, licking the tears from your cheek before pressing a scratchy kiss there. “Pick.”

It wasn’t much of a choice, and you both knew it, but still—despite your impending violation—you didn’t want to die. 

“Y-you,” you quavered, barely above a whisper. “I pick you.”

“Good girl,” Lloyd cooed, leaning back enough that he could see you and meet your gaze when he tipped your face up to his. He smirked as he told you, “But I’m gonna need to hear you say it.”

At your furrowed brow, he snickered. 

“Tell me you want my big, fat cock.”

You barely shook your head before Lloyd’s hand gripped your throat hard, a tic in his jaw popping and his eyes blazing like fire as he snarled, “Say it.” 

“I—“ your voice broke, a wave of humiliation—of shame—washing over you as you whispered, “I w-want your big, fat cock.”

Lloyd’s laugh was a quiet, gravelly rumble. “Oh, I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

You were on your back before you could even process his words, watching with big eyes as Lloyd slid his gun into the holster at his side before shrugging off his jacket. His biceps bulged against the short sleeves of his polo shirt as he stretched out over you, until his face hovered inches over yours and his warm breath fanned across your lips. 

“You really are a pretty thing,” he hummed, gently caressing your warm cheek with his knuckle and huffing a laugh as you flinched. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me the entire time. Nod if you understand.”

Your nod was more of a jerky bob of your head that had Lloyd smirking. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled, his big hand wandering lower, making a detour to roughly grope your breast. “Wish I had more time to play with these, but we’re on a schedule.”

You couldn’t help but shove against Lloyd’s stomach as his hand reached the hem of your sleep dress, sneaking beneath it then between your thighs. 

“Please don’t,” you pled on a whisper, more tears spilling over as you stared up at him in horror. 

“Aren’t you just the most precious thing ever,” Lloyd teased. “I’m just giving you what you want, what you begged for.”

“I don’t want this.”

“You want it more than the alternative, don’t you?” He paused the wicked descent of his hand, his gaze challenging. 

Your own flickered to the gun at his side, and you shuddered at the thought of what he had suggested, a few more tears dripping down your face as you stopped trying to shove Lloyd away and went pliant beneath him instead. 

“That’s what I thought,” he sang, booping your nose with a grin. 

Then his hand was at your panties and twisting hard, the sound of the fabric ripping deafening, and the harsh pull of it against your skin making you yip in pain. 

You went rigid as Lloyd’s long, thick fingers tickled along the cut of you. He tutted at the dry state of your cunt, his dark gaze boring into yours as he started to rub at your clit, his fingers caressing along your folds and dipping between them, teasing your hole until your body started to respond.

To betray you.

“There you go, knew you could do it,” Lloyd husked as your cunt responded to his touch, arousal seeping from you, making you cry harder—riddled with shame—as Lloyd shoved two fingers into you without warning. 

Your back bowed as a pained cry spilled from your lips and you pushed against his chest again, whining at the harsh burn inside you as his fingers stroked and pressed and invaded. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt a cunt this tight,” Lloyd groaned, rutting against you to relieve the ache in cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

You were so relieved when Lloyd’s fingers retreated, that you didn't quite process the rustle and clink of him undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and retrieving his cock. 

A beat later, the head of him caught at your entrance and your eyes went wide as they met his. “Wait—“

Lloyd did the opposite, driving into you on one deep, brutal stroke, moaning at the way your sweet body seemed to welcome him home—where he was meant to be—as you sobbed and shook beneath him. 

He wasted no time, settling into a hard, fast pace, rutting into you wildly–roughly–jerking your body against the cold, unforgiving floor as he shoved into you over and over again. 

Another broken whimper spilled from you, and Lloyd laughed, dropping his forehead to yours as he murmured against your lips, “Told you it was big and fat. You can barely take me.” 

He nipped at your bottom lip hard before licking it, his hips pounding into you ruthlessly as his rhythm began to falter. 

When his hand dropped and his fingers began to rub at your clit, making something other than pain bloom deep within you and spread quickly, you cried harder, your hand clawing at his wrist as if your timid touch could stop his, stop what was about to happen. 

“Yeah, give it to me,” Lloyd laughed as your body arched up against his without your permission. “Come on, pumpkin. Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

Shaking your head, you turned away from him, squeezing your eyes shut as you teetered on the edge. 

“Bad girl,” Lloyd husked against your ear, “I told you to keep your eyes on me. Doesn’t really matter though, you’re still gonna give me what I want.”

His lips trailed along the side of your neck, and then his teeth bit at your skin, not hard enough to make you bleed, but hard enough to startle you, to tip you over the edge.

You were cumming before you even realized what was happening, your cry anguished—betrayed—as your body trembled and your cunt pulsed. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetness, squeeze my cock.”

Lloyd stilled to enjoy the feel of your pussy clenching and clamping around him, and then once your body sagged beneath him, boneless and at full surrender, he really went at you. 

The sound of your coupling rose up around you, Lloyd’s grunts and groans making your cheeks burn with a renewed, shameful fire as he slid a rough palm against your face and turned your glassy, tearful gaze his way. 

You stared into those dark blue, evil eyes of his as Lloyd reached his peak. As he gave a few final, lingering ruts, throbbing within you and filling you with his cum, shoving it as deep as he could as he hummed his pleasure—his triumph over you—and didn’t stop fucking you until he was completely spent. 

“Goddamn,” he sighed, sagging against you. “That’s one grade A pussy.”

Lloyd took a moment to catch his breath and then he pushed up over you and pulled out, smirking as you gasped and clenched your thighs together. 

“No,” he snapped, shoving your legs apart and putting your glistening pussy on lewd display. 

He watched, waiting, and then he grinned big as his cum slowly dribbled from your cunt. 

“Mmm, look at that. You may be pretty as fuck, but this messy pussy is a goddamn stunner.”

You jerked and whimpered as he gave your cunt a harsh slap, smearing his seed all around and laughing as you rolled away and curled in on yourself. 

You were hugging your knees to your chest and choking on a sob when Lloyd finally rose to his feet, redressing and smoothing his hair back into place. 

“Let’s go, pumpkin, up and at ‘em, we have a flight to catch.” 

He grinned as your startled gaze flew to him. 

“What? You didn’t think I’d actually let you go, did you?” 

He crouched before you, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and inspected your devastated gaze, the betrayal shining in your eyes.

“You did, didn't you? God, you really are too fucking precious for words, aren’t you?” he cooed. And then he smirked and leaned in real close as he hummed, “You have two more holes for me to ruin, pretty girl, and I can’t fucking wait.”

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