His Dad (Soldier Boy)

Description: Homelander cheats on Y/N with StormFront so she decides to sleep with a handsome stranger

Warning:Smut, Cheating

Word Count: 2,109k

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen)

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, Lloyd is an ass and boob enthusiast, mentions of sex for money, money trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, slight mommy kink (kinda, it's Lloyd)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It's the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine.

You reached the end of the rope. 

With your three-year-old little boy depending on you, it’s not easy to face reality. In two weeks, you will have to leave your home. The bank will take the house, and even the wreck of a car you call your own.

Best Friend's Brother

Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: (infidelity, possible unlikeable reader/Will, fingering, p in v, creampie, no safe sex, dirty talk, cursing)

A/N: Don't mind most of my smut wear condoms. Also I needed more Will fics out there.

Summary: With enough liquid courage you tell your best friend's brother exactly how you feel about his fiance.

Word Count: 4.3K

Last Updated: 2023-12-25

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Lucifer Morningstar stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

I’ll Handle It (dark!Lloyd x dark!reader)

Summary: After a night of clubbing, you spoke up to defend your friend which resulted in you getting jumped. Leaving you with a broken arm and internal bleeding. You called Lloyd to drive you to the hospital.

Prompt credit @tbgkaru-woh : “You need to stop making me pick you up in places. Someone might see,” “I want names. I want addresses. I’ll handle it,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t beta’d, allusions to sex, sneakylink!Lloyd, this story is set in the city, dark themes (torture, assault, death), inspired by that one tik tok if you know you know

Lloyd was on his usual nightly run, jamming to ‘Rein Raus’ when you called. Initially annoyed that someone interrupted his run, he was even more confused when he saw it was you calling. You never call.

“Hello?” “Lloyd, can you pick me up?” You spoke softly.

He could barely hear you over the cars honking and people hollering. “Where are you?” “I’ll send you my location,” “Are you-“ you had hung up the phone and sent him your location.

You never were much of a talker. Normally Lloyd would enjoy that. He never liked a chick who talked to much when he was there for one reason and one reason only.

So it was refreshing when you kicked him out of your apartment right after you two had sex. You didn’t even give him the chance to get comfortable.

But it also meant you were a wild card. Completely unpredictable.

He sprinted back to his house and ran inside to grab his keys and wallet. The location was fifteen minutes from his house and you decided to sit on the curb while you waited for him.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I-I don’t know why I froze like that. Please let me take you to the hospital.” One of your ‘friends’ said from behind.

“Get the fuck away from me,” you snap, further tugging the hoodie over your face. You winced from the pressure of the split skin on your knuckles.

Despite your efforts to warn them off, your so called friends still stayed. Maybe it was the guilt of them watching a man and his friend beat the living shit out of you for telling them to leave you and your friend group alone. They saw you leave the club for the night and tried to get your numbers.

You had told them nicely that you and your friends weren’t interested but they continued to follow the group to try and change their mind.

The moment you got fed up and cussed them out for not taking a hint is when one of them punched you in face.

Not expecting the punch, you had fell to the ground and they kicked the hell out of you. You were surprised you were still conscious when an older restaurant owner stepped in and pulled the fight apart. You rolled over to cough up the blood pooling in your mouth when the older man knelt by your side.

“Jesus, do you need me to take you the hospital?” He offers and you shook your head. “I can call someone. But do you have a hoodie I can have to cover all of this?”

You motioned to your blood stained dress and swollen face. “Sure sweetheart. Is there anything else you want me to do? Maybe some water or a sandwich?”

“I appreciate that but,” you spit out more blood, “I think I would throw up anything I ingest right now,” he watched you lean your back against the wall and nods to you before going back into the restaurant. A few minutes later, he came back with a large hoodie, a bottled water and a sandwich anyway.

“Just in case you changed your mind,” you looked up at him appreciatively but could barely see through your black eye. “How much do I owe you?” “It’s on the house, sweetie. You deserve it.” He says, laying the items in your lap gently.

“And shame on all of you,” the owner snaps at your ‘friends’. He spares you one last glance and said, “Here’s my number. Anything you need, just give me a call. ” He writes his number down on a napkin and gave it to you.

“I remind you of someone, don’t I?” “My late daughter,” you nodded and took the napkin from him. “Thank you,” he walks back into the restaurant.

It took you longer than it should to put the hoodie on. That’s when you discovered that your left arm was broken.

You took a deep breath before standing on shaky legs and limping to your purse that was still in the middle of the sidewalk to call Lloyd.

The familiar rev of his Bentley pulled you out of your thoughts. He threw the car in park in front of you, not sure how he recognized you with the hoodie but it didn’t matter.

“Come on, Y/N. Please talk to us. We feel like shit.” “You feel like shit!?” You snapped and she takes a step back. “I-I’m sorry, okay?”

Lloyd ran a hand over his face as he waited for you to stand up and walk to the car. You tried to move as seamless as you could without giving away that you were in pain.

You opened the door and slide in the passenger seat like you normally would, biting your lip to conceal your whimpers.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asks, but you chose to ignore him.

When you finally settle in the seat and close the door, he says, “You need to stop making me pick you up in places. Someone might see,” you chuckle dryly.

“My apologies for the one time I decided to call you, Lloyd. You know what? Forget it, I’ll call an Uber.”

You opened the door and Lloyd immediately felt like an asshole. “Wait,” he gripped your left arm and let out a shrill scream that made him jump.

“What the fuck!” He realized something felt out of place when he touched your arm. His narrow at the realization.

“Is your arm broken?” He asks. “Yes,” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” “Fuck you,” he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over your lap to close the door and lock it. He tore the hoodie off you and you let out a pained groan.

His eyes didn’t know where to settle, your bruising cheek, your black eye, your busted lip or your clearly broken arm. And that’s just from what he could see. He had no idea what your body looked like under the hoodie.

The group you were with walked into the road, still trying to talk to you through the car window. His cold stare made the group take a step back from his car but that wasn’t good enough for him. He rolled down the window and grabbed his gun from the glove box.

When the group realized, they all screamed and turned to run. “Run and I’ll kill all of you,” they froze in their tracks, raising their hands in surrender.

“If I see you try to talk to her again, you’re going to wish I shot you.” Lloyd threatens through gritted teeth.

His finger pressed on the trigger slightly like he was debating on something. He looks at you when you gently push the barrel down until the gun was in your lap.

“Just take me to the hospital. I think I have some internal bleeding,” he clicked the safety on and threw the gun back into the glove box. Closing the glove box angrily, he threw the car into drive and sped down the road.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” “Didn’t think you cared,” you turned to look out the window, holding your right hand to your chest.

“How bad is it?” “Don’t know. That’s why we’re going to the hospital,” you snapped and he let out a huff.

“I want names. I want addresses. I’ll handle it,” “I don’t expect you to handle anything,” “Then who were they?” “Why are you asking so many damn questions?” “Why the fuck aren’t you answering them?” “Because I don’t owe you shit!” You huffed and he rolled his eyes.

The car ride was silent until he pulled into the parking lot instead of unlocking the door and leaving you at the front of the hospital. He turns off the car and gets out of the drivers side. “What are you doing?” You asked when he opened your door.

“I’m walking you inside,” “Why?” His jaw ticks in annoyance at your stubbornness. “Get out of the car so I can take you inside,”

“Look, I don’t need your help. All I needed was a ride here. You can go back to whatever you were doing before I called.” “If I have to tell you one more time to get out of the car, I’ll-“

“You’ll what? Hit me? Go ahead, my left cheek is ripe for the taking,” “For the love of God,” Lloyd dips his head in and lifts you out of the car by your waist.

He picks you up with one hand under your legs and the other on your back as he kicks the car door closed. He looks down at you to find you already staring at him. You looked away and he walks to the entrance of the hospital.

He’s carried you before so it’s not like it was new for you. You just didn’t like him wanting to get involved in your business. He’s overstepping the box you put him in.

“Can I get a doctor over here!” Lloyd states, setting you down on an empty gurney. Two nurses came to your bedside and cut open the hoodie and dress you were wearing.

“Be careful, she has a broken arm.” Lloyd warns when they tried to pull the clothes off your arms. His gaze fell to your abdomen that was littered with bruises. He should have killed them when he had the chance. Not that he’s worried. There’s plenty of hours in a day.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Y/N,” “Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” “I’ve been jumped by two men. I-I can feel some bleeding in my kidney. That’s not normal, right?”

“We need to get you into surgery as soon as possible, okay. Book an OR and page ortho and neuro,” one of the nurses wheeled you to the nearest elevator while the other pages the two doctors.

“Is she going to be alright?” Lloyd asks, following the gurney. “Are you family?” “Yeah, I’m her fiancee,” he fibs.

You were about to say something when a sharp pain spreads in your back, causing you to cry out. “Stay in the waiting room. We’ll need you to fill out a few forms.” “Call my mom,” you tell Lloyd.

Shit, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why he said you were his fiancée. He didn’t want them to tell him to leave but he didn’t think it through entirely. He didn’t know much about you to fill out paperwork- not like he couldn’t make a call and figure it out.

But now he has to call your mom and make up some story about his relationship with his daughter that didn’t involve him blowing your back out a couple times a week. Letting out a deep breath, he logged into your phone and clicked on the contact that said Mom.

“I really don’t know how you managed to convince my Mom to let me stay with you,” you tell Lloyd when he saunters into his bedroom, his towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. “I’m charming, what can I say?” He snags one of your grapes and pops one in his mouth.

“Or just a really good liar,” you correct, “I mean fiancee? What were you thinking?” “Okay, I admit. I wasn’t thinking, alright.”

His bedroom had a cozy little set up. A king bed in the center of the room with a set of mirrors glued to the ceiling right above it and a love seat couch in the corner of the room.

The size of the room itself made the 80 inch TV seem small.

“What exactly do you plan to do with me?” “I decided to make you into a project,” he says, dropping his towel and searching through his dresser for a pair of boxers. You were discharged a few days ago but spent most of them sleeping in Lloyd’s bed.

With him, you might add. He’s never been much of a gentleman.

Why would he sleep on the couch when he has a king size bed to keep you both comfortable?

You two could sleep in the same bed and never touch each other. But that didn’t stop him from holding you from behind, occasionally grinding against you and kissing your neck.

Lloyd was definitely far from a gentleman.

Your eyes trailed down his lean, rippled back and down to his toned thighs. You pressed your legs together at the memory of his holding your legs open with those thighs as he drilled into you mercilessly.

Your nails scratched at his back while he lifted one of your legs around his waist to go deeper inside of you.

He met your gaze through his reflection in the mirror. “Looks like someone’s hungry,” he turned around, pulling his sweatpants over his legs. His eyes darkened when they fell to your thighs rubbing together.

Licking his lips as he neared you. Putting one hand on either side of you, he leans in close and you could smell his scented body wash.

“Sorry to break this to you, sweetheart. But given your injuries, you’re not getting fucked by me in a while.”

“You know better than anyone that I’m far from gentle,” he whispers in your ear. Goosebumps took over your body when his teeth graze over the pulse point in your neck.

“Unless you want to do you a solid and use my tongue,” “What do you mean you’re making me into a project?” He chuckles at the way you change the topic. He sat next to you and manspreaded on the couch.

“When you went into surgery, I had plenty of time to think about what I was going to do to those thugs who attacked you. But then I thought of an even better idea.” “Which is?” You questioned, annoyed with his theatrics.

“Why not train you to kill? That way, you never have to experience this again and you can make those sons of bitches pay for even looking in your direction,” he adds, resting a hand on your calf.

You looked down at his hand before continuing, “What makes you so sure I want to know how to kill?” “You’ve got that look in your eye,”

“What look?” He shrugs, sliding his hand further up your leg until it reached your knee. “You didn’t flinch when I pulled the gun out to threaten your friends,” he stated.

“They’re not my friends. And they deserved it,” “My point exactly,” “Regardless, it’ll take me time to hear from the surgery and this,” you motioned to your left arm that’s in a sling.

“So what are you going to do in the meantime?” His hands reach around to grab your ass, pulling you into his lap gingerly.

“I can think of a few ideas,” he slides his hands into your shorts, grabbing at your bare ass. “I thought you said you couldn’t fuck me anytime soon,”

“I’m going to use my tongue. Like I promised.”

The man lets out a pained grunt when you stabbed his leg and slowly twisted the knife, severing the muscle.

Lloyd sat in the chair to your left, watching with amusement as you worked. He knew his inkling was right about you. It took you a full seven months to recover and you were eager to learn once you saw some of his work.

“You really don’t remember me?” You asked, circling him and choosing to leave the knife in his leg.

“I-I don’t. I swear,” “Wow, so you make it a habit of beating up women in the middle of sidewalks?” His eyes widened when he realizes and a sinister smile tugs at your lips.

“There we go,” “Look, we fucked up, okay. We’re sorry. Right, Chris?” The man looked at his friend who was blindfolded and gagged.

You did it intentionally so he could hear everything you were doing to his friend, knowing that he was next.

You gripped the handle to the blade and shoved it forward, creating a two inch deep gash in his leg. “Please,” “Please,” you mocked. You twisted the knife, watching his face contort in pain. “I’ll do anything. Just please stop,”

“Now, I can’t break your arm because your arms are tied behind your back. So I would need your break your leg. I hope you understand,” “W-Wait, please! Fuck!” He wails from his new given injury. “You broke me. Now I break you.”

Before he had the chance to say anything else, you rip the knife from his leg and sit his throat open.

Some blood sprayed across your face and you couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at how easy it was so subdue him. These men weren’t men at all. They were weak.

Lloyd started to fall for you in that moment. He stands from his chair and made his way over to you. “You are going to be my biggest asset, cupcake.”

He smeared the man’s blood across your face and kissed you warmly. Your eyes were closed but you could feel something cool being placed in your hands.

You pulled away to see Lloyd’s gun in your hands. “I placed a dinner reservation for us at 7 pm. Let’s finish it.”

Without blinking, you took the safety off and cocked his gun. You sent a shot through the man’s skull, introducing a new silence to the room.

He smiles when you met his gaze, “Atta girl,”

AHHHHHHHHHH LOOK AT MY MANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! HE DOES IT THE BEST!

With Your Touch, Part 1

Summary: You were supposed to be living a normal life. Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life. Until you met him. Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around. You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less. Tension builds, feelings flare up, but are they just because he looks extremely sexy when he's soft? Could it be because you are falling for this princess of a baby girl before him? Is it because when he's in town you're too close? The money is good, and yet his attention is better.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.1K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

The Spirit of Christmas Masterlist

Story Summary: As a parody of the classic Dickens take "A Christmas Carol" dive into your own story....the holidays have arrived. You're a cold hearted boss babe with traits of selfishness, greed and inexplicable hatred for Christmas. The Spirit of Christmas himself decides it's time to put your fate to the test. Along the way you learn it's okay to be vulnerable. But will you have enough time to save yourself from total damnation?

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!Reader.

Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, CNC, R4pe Fantasies, Masturbation, P in V, Oral Both Receiving, Anal Play. Bondage, Humiliation, Ghosts, Food Play, Riding Crop Whipping, Spanking, Swearing, hinted Xenophobia, Wax Play, Breath Play, Rough Sex, Drug Use, Classism.

Masterlist

Steve McGarrett

Not So Secret Girlfriend 2 3

A Well Kept Secret

Greek Tragedy

Tension 2

Till the End of Time

Mine

In Seconds

I Love Him 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Fairytale Kind of Love

Trust Me

I Told You So

You Lose

The Need, the Need for Steve

Early Mornings

Forbidden

Dog Mom

Mittens

My Girl

Don’t Go

I Said a Basement Not Our Basement

Hypothetically

Promises

Secrets- coming soon

Tease- coming soon

Danny Williams

Busy

Dr. Mike

Checkup

Day Off

Man's ready to risk it all

Be my Owner

Demon pet! Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader

Demons mated for life, sharing lifespan with their mates.

Tags: mild allusions to depression (reader), demon pet AU (domesticated demons), in heat, smut, nipple play, mating Word count: 7,4k

Masterlist

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

“𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦” 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 @/𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ‘𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵!

• CHAPTER ONE: THE AGREEMENT

• CHAPTER TWO: CORRUPTION

• CHAPTER THREE: THE DEVIL

• CHAPTER FOUR: DISOBEDIENCE

• CHAPTER FIVE: THE THREAT

• CHAPTER SIX: FRIENDS

• CHAPTER SEVEN: MEMORIES

• CHAPTER EIGHT: SUBMISSION

• CHAPTER NINE: THE CALL

• CHAPTER TEN: HOW WE MET

11 | RAGING INFERNO

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Warning! Sexual Content!

Sympathy for a Demon Masterlist

4 | BLOSSOMING FRIENDSHIPS

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Sympathy for a Demon Masterlist