I Did Not Knew I Needed This But I Definitely Did. I’m Such A Whore For The Way Ari Is Described 😭

Yennskier’s 100% incorrect correct quote

News Anchor in my area loses it over a Fat Cat that likes to swim.

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There was something magical on their dance, something I couldn't explain and then I saw it the sun rise and... there are no words to describe it. It was truly magical, the most beautiful thing I had ever see.

I still don't know why they were dancing or if they do that every single day, I never searched it and I never asked I don't want to know the answer, but while looking at that amazing sight I like to image that all those druids that go there since so long ago, centuries ago, do that every morning until the sun rise to make sure the sun will keep rising every day until the end of times!

The authorities of the Islamic Republic of Iran have started to arrest prominent public figures. Not just journalists and activists, but also actresses, singers, athletes who supported the protests via their social media are now in danger of arrest.

The regime is desperate.

They are aware that their already declining economy is hit and made even worse due to the long daily internet shutdowns. Imagine you're unable to write emails at work or access your webshop. The Iranian government can't keep shutting down the web forever.

But the moment they reboot internet access the people in Iran will connect for more action and people outside of Iran will see what's happening.

Meanwhile, protests, strikes and civil disobedience are still taking place all over the Iran.

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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