#bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen

[onsunnyside]

✎ 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK, AGE GAP, manipulation, sensitive!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v), anal (just some thumb action), dirty talk, daddy kink, spitting, slight size kink, breeding kink, licking tears, degradation, dumbification, choking, overstimulation. implied: murder. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He planted the seeds of doubt and you watered them with your tears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.36K

𝗔/𝗡 | Lloyd is a lot in this… sadistic-ish perhaps, you’ve been warned. All mistakes are my own. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. all hail the dilfs !!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Why are you crying, sunshine? I’ll take care of you, just like I always have. None of them deserve you.” His words break off into a hiss, “Leaving you at home while they handle business, abandoning you.” 

“Didn’t… leave.” 

“They did.” Lloyd pulls you into his chest, thrusting balls deep into your cunt. He groans deeply as your walls flutter around him, milking him, “They always leave. Haven’t you noticed?” 

You sniffle wetly, tears streaming down your cheeks in a cruel result of pleasure and awful self-awareness. You clutch the sweater tighter, burying your face in the soft cotton that smells like Lloyd because he was wearing it before he came into your room—and one thing led to another and you’re stuffed to the brim with his length once again. 

Lloyd was always with you, either at home, the mall or on-campus, and even when you walk around the garden outside. Unlike your family who you haven’t seen in months. 

He was right, they did always leave—abandon you. 

Your family were elites and ridiculously wealthy. Always taking trips around the world for meetings with their various partners and expanding their company. Even your older siblings were old enough to go by themselves without supervision and since your parents never left each other's side, that left you all alone on the family estate. 

Lloyd phrased it like they craved freedom from you—and you started believing him a long time ago. But sometimes, like today, you’re in poor pathetic denial. 

“That’s it, let it all out.” He fucks you harder, his nails digging into your hips. He loves seeing you cry, there’s nothing like watching the sadness bleed onto your face in hot tears. “You’re doing so good—I’d never leave you, pumpkin, daddy will never leave you like them.”

You cry out his name, trembling against his body as he lightly taps your clit. You’re still so sensitive from his mustache rubbing you raw, but you loved that overwhelming sensation more than anything. “D-Daddy—please, don’t stop.” 

A hard kiss is pressed to the side of your head before his bicep hooks around your throat, making your back arch as he splits you open. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled all your stupid little holes. I’m going to knock you up tonight, baby, and you aren’t going to stop me.” 

He’s warped your thoughts into a twisted puzzle that only he can solve and put together for you. He made you into who you are today, a fresh university graduate with a heart of gold who can’t make any choices for herself. A sad girl with all of this dependence on him, and it only took two years. 

When he met you that first day, he could easily see your potential. It didn’t take long for him to start planting doubts about your family, your lifeline and how they always left you all alone at home with no one but the staff to keep you company. 

He planted the seeds, and you watered them with your tears. 

You missed your family dearly, and can’t even remember the last time you all had dinner together. Your whole life has passed in flashes, but you can only remember a few snapshots, and all of them were spent with your family’s most trusted bodyguard.  

Lloyd was your everything, you couldn’t breathe, let alone function without him. And, that’s why you’re facefirst on your bed, dress flipped up as your bodyguard stretches you open around his cock. 

“I-I miss them…” You weep, biting the sweater as he straddles your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces his last load out in a sloppy mess. He wass truly fucking you stupid. 

“Yet they treat you like they don’t know you,” Lloyd growls, spreading your cheeks and spitting on your puckered hole. He circles the rim, collecting some of his seed with his thumb before pushing it, listening to your cries turn into needy moans. “Like they don’t love you, baby, and you’re worth all the fucking love in the world.”

On his call, the guards currently with the rest of your family will take care of them. And far too many times Lloyd has resisted calling it in. Perhaps your father shouldn’t pay him as much as he does—or foolishly offer him a fraction of your family’s wealth when Lloyd was already robbing them blind.  

And with you, he’d have it all. Not that he only wanted the money but it was a great plus.  

“I’m here for you, sunshine, I’ve always been here for you.” He grunts, “And, you know what?” He asks, cocking his head as if he isn’t rearranging your guts, “Daddy will take care of them for you, right after I fuck all the sadness out of your beautiful body.” 

You convulse so roughly he has to hold you down, ramming into your tight hole with abandon and dragging out your high. Your cream coats his length, creating a ring of white around the base of his cock and smearing down his heavy balls. He curses as you squirt all over him and your bed, your poor pussy is crying—just like you. 

“Will they even miss you?” Lloyd groans, not letting up with his thrusts, sickeningly grinning as you try to escape, he just pulls you back and stuffs you full on his dick. “Poor baby, look at me when you cry, remember?”

With raw bitten lips, you crane your neck, barely seeing him through your teary vision as fresh streams of tears shimmer on your face. 

Lloyd grips your chin, prying your mouth open to spit onto your tongue. You quickly swallow his saliva and mewl as he hits deeper, filthy wet noises fill your bedroom. This time, you don’t try to hide your face and whimper when he leans down to lick your cheek and growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck—you’re so pretty when you cry. And, those tears taste almost as good as your pussy.” 

He’s watched you pout and cry, he can read you like an open book and knows exactly when your golden heart turns a sad shade of blue. And every time he has to fuck you silly. 

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you only want me? Only I can make you happy, make you feel like this.” He hoists your hips off the bed to reach your clit, roughly rubbing it with his fingers, even swatting your puffy folds too. “Don’t tell me you can’t even speak, pumpkin, you know daddy loves hearing you cry.”

“Too much, fuck—too much!” You squeal, twisting and turning as he tortures your cunt like a damn toy, slapping your nub until you scream, “L-Lloyd!”

“Tell me, pumpkin.” He demands, tearing the sweater from your grip to yank you into his front, keeping you locked on his fat cock, his sack flush against your slit. He grinds slowly, and the bulbous tip presses into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Say it, and I’ll keep you forever. I’ll never leave—like them.” 

You hiccup, senses in overdrive with even the slightest move of his hips. “O-Only want you, daddy.” Tears stream down your sweaty cheeks, seeping into the corner of your parted lips, “forever, please—” don’t leave. 

Lloyd has to restrain himself from making the call right then and there, but he’d wait until you’ve fallen asleep to get rid of your family. 

How considerate. 

“Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He flips you around to climb over you again, glancing at your stretched hole as it clenches around air. He caresses your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your skin with a groan, “I’m not going to leave, ever.” He promises, sliding back into you with a single thrust, his abs tense as you claw down his back, “No one will take you from me, got that? I’d do anything for you, pumpkin, just name it.”

Die, kill—he’s already going to do the latter, but you won’t know until tomorrow. He can only imagine how sad you’ll be then, how many tears you’ll cry. It’ll be a fresh feast for him. 

After all, the sadder you were, the better your tears tasted. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well. this was filthy.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

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I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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[thezombieprostitute]

Tutoring

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my fourth entry for the Bingo card combining “college AU” and “bodyguard AU” (though I’m kinda cheesing it on the “college AU” part). Reader has no physical descriptions.

Warnings: School stress, implied kidnapping. This story is about 1700 words!

“Hi there, you must be Peter. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your literature tutor.” You shake the hand of the young man in front of you. He seemed so small but that was likely a combination of his seemingly shy nature and his giant bodyguard next to him. You’d been warned before agreeing to tutor Peter that his father, Tony Stark, was quite protective of him and he’d have a security detail. Your only requirement was that the bodyguard did not interfere with the tutoring. 

“Hi Y/N,” Peter shook your hand back, “thanks, again, for agreeing to this. I really have no idea what I’m doing with literature. I’m more of a math and science brain. Oh, and this is my bodyguard for the day, Ari.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Ari,” you extend your hand. He quickly shakes your hand, completely covering yours with his, before getting back into lookout mode. “And I understand what you mean, Peter. Today is going to be a sort of Session Zero, where we talk out your assignments, possible ideas and goals, and make sure we can actually work well together. Sound good?”

He nods ascent and you guide him to the library’s study room you had reserved. You’re glad he agreed to meet at your university’s library, you had some friends here who would look out for you and knew your signals if you needed a call for help. Tutoring was great practice for your education degree and the money was good enough but you knew to make safety a priority. 

The two of you get settled in the study room while Ari sets himself up a chair that puts himself between Peter and the door. He’s so massive you’re glad you reserved one of the larger study rooms. You’re definitely not worried about him interrupting the tutoring; he’s very much all business.

Your session with Peter goes very well. You work out a way to get his math and science interests integrated into the literature project with Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 

“Why that one,” Peter asks.

“Fun fact, Lewis Carroll’s writings are still studied by Logicians. It’s not just word play or fantastical things in this book, there’s also plays on logic and mathematical references.”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you’re kidding me!”

“Nope, and I think that you can do this project, literature analysis, whatever you want to call it, by looking at Alice’s Adventures through the lens of a mathematician or logician. Just please, please, please make sure to talk to your teacher about this. I’d hate for us to get almost done with everything only for them to say, ‘that’s not what I wanted.’ Okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll make sure to ask her at class on Monday.”

“And if she doesn’t give you a response right away, please do email her. Get some kind of paper trail going so she can’t say you never got hold of her. I’ve had bad experiences like this before.”

“Sure thing!” 

“I think this was a very successful Session Zero, Peter. What say we do this again next week?” Peter nods enthusiastically as you both pack up your things. “And thank you, Ari. I’ve had people promise to not interfere with sessions only to end up being nothing but an annoyance.” He nods and gives you a smile so charming you feel yourself almost melting.

Next week’s session you meet up with Peter at the study room but he’s not with Ari. 

“Hi Y/N! This is another of my bodyguards, James,” Peter is quick to explain. “Security detail gets switched up every now and then.”

You stand up and go to shake James’s hand, “well, as long as you also agree to not interrupt today’s session, we should get along just fine.” James nods his head and returns your handshake before moving between Peter and the door. He’s big and tall like Ari, but with short hair and light stubble where Ari had longer hair and full beard. James doesn’t take a seat and just stands there, seemingly not looking at anything. You look back and forth between him and Peter with a confused expression and Peter whispers, “he’s kinda hardcore on protection. Doesn’t believe in sitting while on duty.” You nod as though you understand but you can’t imagine opting to stand all day when chairs are available.

“Well, let’s get to it then,” you smile at Peter. “Did you get approval from your teacher on this?”

“She said she’d have to get back to me so I followed your advice and emailed her. Just to be safe.”

“Good call. So, where would you like to begin today’s session?”

After some time of discussing various passages that Peter had problems with he sighed and said, “I sometimes feel like I’m just not meant to understand literature. I tried reading things like The Hobbit, a kids book, and I couldn’t even get into it.”

“Neither could I the first several times I tried to read it,” you confessed. Out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw James fidget. “And it took me a really long time to figure out why. It was Tolkien’s style of world-building.”

“Yeah,” Peter began, “like taking five pages to describe a door, right?”

“Actually, no.” Again, your attention is drawn to movement from where James is standing, but you continue with Peter. “You see, part of Tolkien’s world-building is including names, poems and songs ‘of old’ that are meant to tell the reader ‘this is an old world with lore and history.’ But for readers like me, and possibly you, it felt like I was starting a series with the fourth book and I had missed out on some required reading. I felt as though the names were people I was supposed to already know. It wasn’t until I read The Silmarillion that things really started to fall in place for me.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Peter commented. “A lot of times literature feels like I’m missing pieces of the puzzle for the story to make sense, for me to see why it’s such a ‘classic’ or why it’s important.”

“Something to consider, if you’re up for it, is learning about the time period the book was written in. Not when it’s set in, because those aren’t always the same, but when it was written. It can really help explain a lot of those ‘this doesn’t make sense’ details.”

“It still feels like a lot of work to just understand a book,” Peter complains.

“But you’re not just understanding a book,” you reply. “You’re understanding a culture.”

Your discussion went on like that for the rest of the session, with no further movement from James’s section of the room.

The next session Peter showed up with yet another bodyguard. He looked apologetic when he told you, “this is Lloyd. He’s today’s security detail.”

“Nice to meet you, Cupcake,” Lloyd pulled you closer to him as he shook your hand. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from the other guys.” 

You try to back away from him. Between his handlebar mustache, aggressive body language and overpriced cologne, you knew he wasn’t going to make today’s session easy.

“Hello Lloyd,” you reply curtly. “Just to make sure, you are aware of the conditions for allowing you to sit with us for the tutoring session, yes?”

“I’m aware,” his smile grows, showing his teeth, “and I promise to try to abide. But it’s not my fault if I end up finding you distracting.” You give him an incredulous look and respond, “yes, yes it is. But if you become too much of a distraction you will have to stand outside the room or you’ll have to explain to Mr. Stark why today’s session got canceled.”

“Ooo, so bossy,” he leered. “I like ‘em bossy.” You roll your eyes and try to get the session started. 

It isn’t long until the small study room is full of Lloyd’s cologne and giving you a headache. Your mood is worsened by Lloyd’s constant fidgeting and frequent derisive noises and comments. You’re very tempted to cancel the session but Peter’s such a  good student and you want to do right by him. 

“So have you heard back from your teacher about this?”

“Yeah, finally got an email response saying she’s going to have to see a rough draft before she’ll approve.”

“A full rough draft? Not an outline or summary,” you ask. “That’s a lot of work and a ton of time you’ll never get back if she says no to this.”

“You could just bitch slap her into accepting,” Lloyd interjects. “Bitch slapping bitches always works.” Peter winces at his words and that’s the last straw for you. 

“So you’re saying it would work on you?” You do not hold back on your glare and the comment seems to catch him off guard.

“I’m no bitch.”

“Then why are you acting like a needy bitch boy who’s not getting enough attention? You were allowed here with the understanding that you do not interfere. And yet you’ve done nothing but annoy, distract and deride. So either you sit still, shut up and do your job or I slap you and see if your bitch slap theory holds.”

Both men look taken aback at your anger but you don’t stop staring down Lloyd until looks away with a “yes, ma’am.” You turn back to Peter, smile, and continue to talk out how to handle his teacher while working on the project. 

As the weeks go by you’re grateful to never see Lloyd again. Peter alternates between Ari and James for the rest of your sessions and, when it’s finally time, you’re almost sad to say goodbye to the kid. Ari even gives you a giant smile and says he owes you one. Apparently your session with Lloyd was the last straw and they were finally able to get him fired. You were happy to help and only one bad session out of a semester’s worth of tutoring was your best record thus far. Now you could focus on your own finals, you were just a couple weeks away from getting your degree and wanted to finish strong. 

You were so caught up in finals stress that you didn’t notice someone following you until you were grabbed with a rag pressed into your face. The smell is strong and you find yourself passing out quickly. The last thing your brain registers is the too strong stench of overpriced cologne and someone whispering the word, “bitch” into your ear.

#navy and roo's sleepover #college au #bodyguard au #bodyguard!ari levinson #bodyguard!bucky barnes #bodyguard!lloyd hansen #dark ending

[lexivass]

I don't think you guys understand how much angst I'm putting in the next three chapters of Off To The Races. It's not even a joke and I apologize in advance. 🙏

#wip #lexivass' off to the races series #bodyguard lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader

[jamneuromain]

A Whiff of Blood

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Graphic Depiction of Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has light hemophobia (fear of blood), and ofc, the direction mention and description of blood, sexual harassment

Summary: It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.

A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates when we were talking about business dinners and such.

The whiff of blood drifts out of Lloyd's office. You scrunch your nose and pull out a piece of tissue with a floral scent to cover half your face.

It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.

The smell grows stronger, so you uncap your perfume and spritz it all over you.

As long as you turn your head the other way, or mask the scent with something stronger, your phobia will not act up. And considering Lloyd is paying you a hefty salary and bonus, you don't complain.

After all, when choosing jobs, at best, you can only pick two features out of "well-paid", "light work", or "close to home".

You are lucky that you can drive for an hour on weekends to visit your mom who lives in the suburb.

The door to his office swings open with a loud "bang", as if - no, probably, Lloyd kicks it open, and out comes two bodyguards dragging a heavy black garbage bag.

Quite heavy. Like 70 kilograms heavy.

You wouldn't want to speculate what is inside.

You turn your head the other way, facing a rather pleased Lloyd Hansen, the mob boss who pays you to be his secretary.

"Mr. Hansen, I've secured the dinner tonight at 7 pm with Mr. Suza Brewer. He owns the biker gang Hellbend ever since you helped him take out the previous leader Fitzroy. You will be having dinner at the restaurant named Bird. It's adjacent to the Ritz-Carlton, so you can take your pick whether to stay in your suite or go back home. Either way, I'll go tell your driver Denny to get ready." You don't even bother getting up, spinning your chair in his direction, you hand him the files, with a polite smile on your face, "These, I need you to sign so your clubs will be running as usual. Your head accountant Marilyn has an appointment with you in fifteen minutes, and I've called the cleaning crew. They are ready to clean up your office right now."

Lloyd snatches a tissue paper from your desk, wiping his silver blood-stained ring on his middle finger clean, before tossing the reddened, soaked, and irritating odor tissue onto the ground and out of your sight. A small smirk on his lips, Lloyd purses his lips to stroke his mustache with his finger, "Send them in."

You nod, picking up your phone from your desk, when he holds up his hand to stop you for a moment.

"Good job, Y/N." He says curtly.

Lloyd's icy blue eyes zero on you. After a few seconds, he speaks up again, "You're coming to the dinner with me."

You nearly jump from your chair. Shocked, but most importantly, confused, because he has never asked you to present during business dinners.

After all, those who were qualified for "business" are either ruthless or sociopathic. While your boss Lloyd is both, you are neither.

"Mr. Hansen, I-"

"You're off for the rest of the day. Call Denny, he knows where to buy a decent dress." He pulls out his wallet from his inside pocket, and hands his black card to you, "Consider this a bonus." His tone unrelenting, pushing the card on the desk further towards you, he issues his final command, "And tell Denny to find you a stylist."

You swallow your refusal and take his black card.

You know he doesn't take "no" for an answer.

"Thank you, Mr. Hansen."

He hums impatiently, waving his hand to gesture that the conversation is over for him.

For the first hour of the said "business dinner", you try your best to focus on the food in front of you, instead of the Brewer man. He is a few inches shorter than Lloyd, but the look he delivers when he stares at you is simply...

Fearful. Even more than Lloyd.

Having worked for Lloyd for nearly three years, you witnessed he yelled, shouted, pulled out his gun to shoot someone's brain out (you vomited on to his shoes, very unfortunately, for which he yelled at you for approximately half an hour), and of course, being mad at some business partners and the determination in his eyes to eliminate his rivals. But none of his looks scared you like the creepy feeling Suza Brewer brings you.

Lloyd gives off the vibe that he will shoot you alive, while Suza Brewer could skin someone alive. And Suza has not stopped stealing glances in your direction ever since you and Lloyd presented in this dinner.

You look at your plate, cutting a small chunk of carrot in half. Trying your best to ignore the four bodyguards, two from Lloyd and two from Brewer, standing in the back.

Convincing yourself. Maybe this Brewer guy likes to look, similar to many men who passed by your desk to reach Lloyd's office.

You raise your eyes carefully, taking a long exhale as you continue to persuade yourself that Suza Brewer brought a lady to the dinner, probably also why Lloyd has asked you to come along.

After a few glasses of wine, the girl Suza brought sat on his lap boldly, feeding him bites of cherry tomatoes.

"I'll say yes to your proposal. You and me, 50-50." Suza suddenly lets out a laugh, "I just want one tiny thing to sweeten the deal." He squints his eyes, and points his finger towards you, "I want - her."

The small chunk of carrot lingers on your lips as you are about to eat.

The young girl's jealousy could tear you in half, Suza's greasy lips smack together, as if tasting your flesh, and Lloyd simply looks at you, with minimum expression you have ever seen on his face.

"Excuse me?" Lloyd clenches his teeth.

"C'mon, buddy." Brewer smacks Lloyd a bit too hard on his shoulder, barking laughter with his yellow crooked teeth exposed into the air, "You can't keep such a sexy thing all to yourself, eh?" He wiggles his eyes suggestively, "Don't tell me you haven't fucked her yet?"

Now you HAVE to say something.

"Mr. Brewer, I assure you that my work with Mr. Hansen is strictly professional." You smile politely, raising your glass for a toast, "In fact, I think that's what we all want, Mr. Brewer, to have a long-term stable business relationship with Mr. Hansen. Here's to our thriving partnership-"

Brewer gets up from his chair and sways towards you. He could barely walk straight but he still manages to stand behind your chair, lowering his head right where your ear is.

As he speaks, he reeks of wine and meat.

"I'm talking to your boss, bitch. " Brewer snarls, slapping your hand so hard that your wine glass falls to the table. Startling you when you are trying to stay calm. "You are but a plaything to Lloyd Fucking Hansen and I'll have you whether you like it or not."

Now here's the difference between Brewer and the rest of the men who pass you to get to Lloyd's office. For those men, they work for Lloyd, and hence, they wouldn't dare to touch "Lloyd's belonging", which is you. Brewer, on the other hand, is a total wild card, which you understand perfectly as Lloyd worked with him to kill Brewer's adoptive father Fitzroy.

He is as unpredictable and unstable as Lloyd, maybe even more so, because Lloyd certainly hasn't laid a finger on you ever since you worked for him, neither sexually nor violently.

You even your breath as Brewer leans closer He grabs your boobs with his hand, having you freeze on your seat.

"In fact, I'll invite him to watch how I fuck his pretty little whore."

The chill seeps deep into your bones. You urge your body to fight back, but sanity tells you that you would probably end up in a dumpster with a bullet hole on your forehead if you ruin this big deal for Lloyd. For a brief second, you think about begging Lloyd. But in reality, your mind is point blank as the mindset in between "fight or flight" kicks in, and it instructs your body to play dead.

It might be a few seconds. Or a few minutes, before your savior swoops in, saying something that sounds like mumbling to your brain.

"We're done here." Lloyd growls, snatching your wrist with a grip hard enough to bruise, tugging you harshly to leave. Your knee and thigh bump into the wooden arm of the chair, to which you bite your lip in pain, and still too shocked to get your language system back online.

"But our contract-" Brewer shouts to Lloyd.

"I'll get back to you." Lloyd snaps back, pushing and shoving your back to move before him.

Your mind is a blur and cannot recall how Lloyd stuffs you into his limo when he steps outside to smoke. He did, however, throw his coat onto you and shut the car door with a loud "thud", having front-row driver Denny lowering the panel between you, whispering with much concern, "What's wrong?"

You curl your fingers into the black woolen coat. Folding it neatly as you have done hundreds of times when he throws his coat over you or over your desk. Placing it on your legs.

"Here. I'll tune the AC up." Denny showers you with his sympathetic look, as he has never seen you so out of yourself, so soulless, and shivering.

Your mind has been replaying how Brewer grabbed your boobs, and the filth he talked about. You also know that you have nowhere to hide, if Lloyd is determined to get something done, if he wants to deliver you to Brewer.

Though the tinted car window muffled some of Lloyd's angry shouting, you are still able to comprehend that Lloyd just got mad again.

"... CALL ME WHEN IT'S DONE!" Lloyd yells at his phone, opening the car door, and sliding in, taking a big inhale of the warm air inside. Glancing at you, he seems not having returned from his angry state, "AND THIS COAT IS NOT -" He lets out a grumpy huff, "never mind."

After a moment of silence, you feel like you should make your statement, no matter if Lloyd being unreasonable. You simply have to.

It's your life at stake here.

"Mr. Hansen, I just wanted to tell you that it has been a pleasure working with you these past three years. i have gained much experience and knowledge working as your personal secretary and assistant. I want to express my thanks for you cultivating me into a qualifying secretary and no matter what happens, I would want you to know that I cherish our business relationship and accept the consequence."

Lloyd listens through your statement surprisingly patiently, and pinpoints the most crucial idea (he thought that it was) throughout your entire speech, "You want a raise?"

You stutter, "No-No! Mr. Hansen! I wouldn't - What you have given me is well beyond market average and I appreciate your confidence in me."

"Ah. So you want to quit?"

His cold blue eyes stare into you. You gulp in fear.

"Yes, I mean - No, I don't want to quit. But circumstances have ... arisen, which makes me wonder ... uh, if I was able to -"

"I've had enough of it." He grumbles, twisting the ring on his finger, "Your next sentence starts with 'I want' and stop using these big words, sunshine. One sentence. Not another word."

"I - I want you to not deliver me to Suza Brewer." You quickly say, "Mr. Hansen." You did your best to be respectful.

His grumpy expression lingers on his face for a second, before turning into disbelief, "That's all you're asking for?"

"Yes...? I really liked working with you, Mr. Hansen, and I don't want to be put into a position that you are choosing between me and your ... business." Seeing that his mustache is twitching, inching close to a sneer, you add, "If you could just let me go, and claimed that I slipped through your custody or got away as soon as I could, I think that Mr. Suza would not mind that much -"

His index finger points up to shush you.

Lloyd snorts, fishing out a box of tictac and popping two colored-candy into his mouth.

Crushing the sugary treat with his jaw, he closes his eyes and roots his upper body firmly onto the back seat, "Denny, take us to the warehouse by the Westside Pier."

The Westside Pier.

The one place Lloyd would go to if he captures a traitor or fulfills a hitman contract.

The one place he could make a body completely go away.

He's about to end ... you?

The cold October wind does nothing to help you fight against the icy feeling in your bones.

The stylist Denny founded accompanied you during shopping and chose a most-fitting black dress for you, which goes a little over the knees. Along with the warm AC everywhere, the length didn't bother you -

-until now.

You hold Lloyd's folded coat in your hand, following Lloyd out of the car with teeth clattering, more out of cold than of the horrible thoughts of what he would do to you.

Lloyd turns around, grunting in a sarcastic way, "Can't believe your clever brain didn't work out why the coat-" before he stops whatever that's about to go through his lips, roughly taking the coat from your hands and putting it around your shoulders, "Try not to freeze to death."

Your hesitant expression must have been obvious, because he looks at you and purses his lips in slight irritation, "Don't do anything stupid. And follow me."

What does this even mean? That he doesn't want to kill you after all? Or that he has changed his mind and thought you know too many secrets to be alive?

Your mind buzzing with thoughts as you follow Lloyd through the gate of the notorious warehouse.

The swinging lightbulb over your head and the faint smell of blood make you nauseous. You have not stepped foot into this warehouse because you have heard of the cruel things Lloyd has done to his opponents, all of which happened here.

"I don't care how much your boss pays you, I-I'll pay you double!" A man screeches pathetically, taking hit after hit on his stomach from Lloyd's muscle man as two other hold him upright.

Looking at Lloyd's direction, the man's swollen and bruised face lights up in an instant.

"Lloyd! Buddy!" He gobbles in a mouthful of blood, "So glad, ehhehe, you came!"

Lloyd grabs his hair, and punches him in the stomach.

"Fuck you, buddy," Lloyd swings another punch at Brewer's stomach, a cold smile on his lips, "fuck you, alright?"

A sharp scream of pain. "Lloyd, I don't understand-"

Lloyd drags his head in front of you, bending his neck to face you, to which you cover your nose because of the strong smell of blood bombarding your nerves. "There. She's my people. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. Got it, you dumb fuck?"

"Sorry!" The man shrieks his apology, "I'm sorry!"

Oh. So that's what he meant.

You bury your nose under his soft woolen coat. Burying the lower half of your face. Your cheeks getting warm, and a small grin creeps up.

Feels kind of nice. To have someone watching over you.

"Our business," Brewer pants, coughing out blood, losing a few of his teeth, "you need me to do our business, Lloyd."

Lloyd smirks, waving to gesture the removal of Brewer.

The man is still screaming he's sorry, but the two muscles hold him by his arms, forcing him to stand on the edge of the pier and tying a large rock around his waist.

"But Mr. Hansen," You stop him in his tracks, "your business, your deal with-"

You point towards Suza Brewer, now with a gag so all he could manage is some muffled voices.

"Don't worry your head around it, sunshine." Lloyd places his hand on the coat collar and tugging it tighter. The look on his face blank, but somehow more sincere than his cold grins, "I'm working with his stepbrother now. Pal is so grateful that I help him take care of Suza; he decided to offer me 70% of the cut."

You let out a whispered "Oh". Glad that Lloyd's "business" is thriving but also ... not that glad.

He's doing this for his business after all ... while he'd get to ... make it up for you?

A strange feeling tugging your heart. Some sort of relief, but not entirely. You are disappointed, somehow, as if you believed there should have been more to this gesture.

The muffled screaming stops after a loud splash comes from the edge of the pier.

The three muscle men return. One of them announces: "He's been taken care of, boss."

Smelling the whiff of blood on them, you can't help but crouch onto the ground and hurl your guts out.

Lloyd gestures those men to "beat it". And as the air clears from the smell of rusted iron and salt, a white handkerchief dangles in front of your eyes.

"Don't puke over my shoes again." Lloyd stands still, pinching his handkerchief between his index and middle finger, handing it to you.

You gag a few times, covering your mouth with the smooth white handkerchief, turning into another direction other than his shoes.

"Mr. Hansen, I don't know you -" You fight the instinct to be sick in front of him, standing up from your crouching position with wobbly legs, "carry a handkerchief." You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, wiping the corner of your mouth using the white fabric, now stained with the red smudge of your lipstick, "I'll dry clean it along with your coat, and send it-"

He seizes the handkerchief and stuffs it in his front pocket, "Don't bother."

He pats on your shoulder. The same way he would pat his men. A silent encouragement and praise of "Good work".

"Mr. Hansen, I-"

You want to say something. The precise moment when your heart skipped a beat and you've captured something vague in your mind, some terrifying yet imminent. Your bones rattle in the possibility of the blurry idea. But when his blue eyes turn to you, the idea takes its chance and slips from your mind.

"-thank you." Is all you could say.

"Wait for me in the car." He searches his pocket for his box of matches and cigarette, waving his hand, shushing you away, with the cig between his lips. He sounds stern as ever, but deep down, you feel like something has changed.

Lloyd watches you as you head back to the car. You, his tiny, fragile, delicate, poor little secretary who gets sick at the sight or the smell of blood.

He watches you still wrapped in his coat. When the cold October wind sweeps by your feet, you shiver under the warm expensive wool.

He stares for a long time when the match used to light his cigarette burns the tip of his fingers.

"Shit." He grumbles.

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fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

#fic rec #dark fic #dark!clark kent #dark!peter parker #dark!steve rogers #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!morpheus #dark!curtis everett #dark!sherlock holmes #dark!daemon targaryen #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bakugou #dark!ransom drysdale #x reader

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3 Billion Divorce - Lloyd Hansen Series (Completed)

Character: Lloyd HansenxFem!Richreader

Summary: Reader became a rich heiress after her grandfather chose her as his successor. This reason was enough to make her relatives want her gone. Our reader is a fighter; when she finds a chance, she offers a fake marriage proposal to a sociopath mercenary. 

Words Count: 1750

A/N: Finally, I'm back. Never thought that I could make a post with Lloyd. It's been a while since the last time I posted. Hope you like it. Feedback and Reblogged are appreciated. Thank you!!!

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Sometimes, simple things like waking up from a good sleep and having a coffee in the morning sound easy. To you, it sounds impossible. 

Because of everyday… 

Dangers always come to you. You must pay this price when you accept your grandfather's will. 

Four years ago,

Your grandfather wrote your name on his will to become his successor and owner of all his assets. But you have to be 35 years old before you get everything.

After the lawyer revealed the will, your relatives wanted you dead, so the grandfather's money would go to charity, and they could use it. 

Since then, your quiet life has turned to hell. 

Your relatives have hired multiple killers and assassins to kill you or make it look like a suicide. It's been four years of living like this. 

And there's only one more year left, the chasing getting more intense that you can't bear it anymore. 

Like today, you’ve been hiding in the back seat inside your car because a black Cadillac has been chasing you all day.

“I had enough with everyone who wanted me to die. What a family huh? They were born as elites but they’re monsters.”

Your old bodyguard Jimmy, an ex-Navy hired to protect you who was busy shooting the other car, said, "Y/N. To beat a monster, you have to make yourself a monster."

His words got you thinking. You want revenge on your relatives, but you don't have the ability since they have already bribed the police and judges. You are already powerless; the only person who always stays beside you is your old bodyguard. 

Before you could even get any idea, another car appeared from nowhere and hit yours.

“Jimmy!” You screamed the name that protected you before you lost consciousness.  

When you woke up, you already being tied down on the chair.

You look at your surrounding where you got kidnapped. It’s different than usual. Usually, it’s a dark basement with a horrible smell. 

But right now, you’re inside a nice room with a marble floor and Roman pillar. There’s also Renaissance painting and sculpture.  It seems like you’re in a mansion or something like that. 

The door suddenly opens, making you nervous because you are mentally unprepared to meet someone who will kill you. 

A group of men who wear bulletproof come inside the room. Lastly, a man who wears a black turtleneck and light brown pants. But you can see everything he wears is from a luxury brand. 

He leaned down and smiled at you. 

"Hello Princess, my name is Lloyd Hansen. Welcome to my home”. His voice was low and deep. 

‘His mustache looks ridiculous.’ You thought. 

His hand grabbed a screen tablet to show you the money that had been transferred.

“Someone really wants you dead. Look at the money they gave me. This is the biggest payment that I have received." You could feel the joy when he explained while you have a life crisis.

You wonder how much your relatives pay to make you go. When you saw the number… 

Ooh, it made you fume with rage. 

40 Million Dollars?!

Your life is only worth 40 Million?! 

With all the money you will get from your grandfather, your life is worth more than 40 Million. 

‘You have to make yourself a monster.’ You remembered those sentences from Jimmy. 

That gave you an idea. 

This man Lloyd Hansen, you could use him to be the monster to finish all relatives that want you dead.

"Mr. Hansen, I  don't want to die."

He nodded. "Me too sweetheart. But I've already got the money. They really want you to be gone quickly. Such a shame."

"If I gave you a proposal to make you richer, would you listen to my offer?"

Lloyd tapped his watch. "You have 3 minutes, sunshine."

“First of all, are you single Mr.Hansen?”

Lloyd let out a big laugh. 

But you didn’t laugh; you studied his character. After spending time with your bodyguard Jimmy, he taught you how to read people. You figure this man Lloyd is a sociopath, and seeing him acting childish like this, you take a bet that he is still single. 

With this, you took a chance and gathered your confidence. “I assume you are, that made my plan easier.”

You took a moment before offering the proposal because he would end your life if he didn’t like it.

"3 Billion Dollars."

'WHAT!' His soldier gasped when they heard the number.

Your offer got the attention, "I will give you 3 billion, but I want you to do something for me."

Even Lloyd never expected that. He did a background check on you. 

You’ve been trying to stay alive for 4 years. That's when he knew you're an extraordinary woman.  

One of his soldiers steps in, "I volunteer Miss Y/N."

Before you could see who it was, Lloyd had already shot him.

He smiled. "I could swim in that money, what can I do for you?"

"Marry me."

Lloyd's brain circuit stopped for a second. He laughed again, but he stopped when he saw you being serious.

"I didn't expect I would get proposed like this."

"You know I'm a rich heiress, and I will get my money next year. While waiting, I need someone to protect me and keep me alive. After that we will get a divorce and you will get other 2 billions. Right now, I could give you 1 billion. What do you think?"

There was a moment of silence. You could only hear the clock ticking. After he hears your offer, Lloyd turns his back and looks at the big French window. You couldn't see his expression. 

Suddenly he turns around and walks towards you. Lloyd got on his knees and grabbed your hand. "You got yourself a husband, Mrs. Hansen."

'Yeah, you caught a monster.'

-One year later-

Lloyd arrived at your company and saw your bodyguard, Jimmy. Lloyd clicked his tongue. “Where’s my wife?” Jimmy pointed to the door behind him.

Lloyd pushed the door and saw you look busy signing some documents, not glancing at him. 

He told your secretary, who was already scared, "Get out shithead."

After your secretary left, he turned around and saw you had crossed your arms while looking at him. Ooh, so you’ve been waiting. 

He always loves your confidence. This trait must be one reason your grandfather chose you as the successor. 

Lloyd smashed a piece of paper on your table. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's a divorce paper."

"Yeah, and you didn't even think to discuss it with me first ?"

"It's been a year Lloyd, we made a deal. Remember?"

It made Lloyd silent. 

Of course, he remembered. 

Lloyd wishes he could stop the time.

After he agreed to marry you, his life became more exciting. 

Lloyd always dealt with different hitmen, politicians who wanted to steal your assets, assassins, and taking revenge on your relatives who wished you were dead. 

With the 1 billion, he could get all the resources and finish his job quickly and quietly. He got new clients every day. 

But most of all, Lloyd cherished the time spent with you. He loves every moment. You have a sharp mouth, don't take No for an answer; he likes it when you act like a boss to him. He wants to obey your order. 

And… 

The sex was also excellent. You weren't tempted at first. But who can't resist the charm of Lloyd Hansen? At first, it was just pretending to act like husband and wife. Give each other kisses on the cheeks, then move to the next step because of the alcohol effect that leads to sleeping together. 

When you fell asleep on his chest, his fingers brushed your hair. You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead; it made him like a teenager who was drunk in love. 

You were there every time he got hurt. You hired the best doctor to treat him. No one ever does that to him. He knew because you needed him to stay alive. But when he saw you holding his hand while he was bleeding, Lloyd knew you cared for him. 

He likes having you near him and can't bear letting you go. 

Lloyd realised his feelings when Jimmy came and gave him the brown envelope. 

Lloyd knew what was inside the paper, so he ignored it. But that damn envelope keeps coming after you get the inheritance and you have left the house that you two shared.  He felt like a used rag that you could just throw away. 

He can’t imagine seeing you being single, and another man will try to pursue you. 

"If you sign it today, the other 2 billion will be transferred to your account."

"I don't want to."

"6 billion then."

Lloyd's hand touches his left chest.

"What hurts me more is that you have the money and could finish this as soon as possible."

Then both of you will be strangers; NO, he didn't want that. 

"After you use my body, you throw me away? You hurt my feelings sunshine."

You walk away from your table to stand in front of him. 

"Lloyd, that's part of our deal. You protect me and I owe you one.” 

You couldn’t believe he’s the same man who wants to kill you, and now he’s begging you not to leave him.

“And I paid my debt with money that I promised."

He sighed and said, "I do love money."

Lloyd held your hand that still wore the wedding ring; he rubbed it gently. 

"But my dear wife, I love you more."

Your breath hitched when you heard his sudden confession. You were stunned to speak. 

Lloyd grabbed your chin and gave you a passionate kiss. "I won't let this marriage end with divorce." 

Lloyd kissed your forehead before he left you. Before he reached the door, he saw from the mirror your reflection. Your fingers touch your lips. At that moment, he knew you shared the same feelings. He will give you an offer that you can’t resist. 

A/N : This Series has Completed.

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my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

#wintersoldierslover #fic recs #fanfiction #fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #billy hargrove x reader #jason carver x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #rafe cameron x smut #jj mabank x reader #jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron #wanda maximoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #peter parker x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #stephen strange x reader #frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #joaquin torres x reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Swear I Won’t Tease You

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

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Lloyd is fascinated by you from the start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#natalie writes #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader 

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

[bigtreefest]

Masterlist

Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊| Allusions to/smut-adjacent ❤️‍🔥 | Semi-dark ♟️| Light Angst ❄️

Series

Bucky Barnes

You Catch More Bees With Honey (Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Steve Rogers

The Rainmaker (Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Good Things (lost love, bbf! Steve x reader) (coming soon)

Stucky?

Guardian Angel (Mafia! Stucky x Bodyguard! Reader) ???

Ari Levinson

Bigger Houses (Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader) a series based off Dan and Shay’s latest Album

Curtis Everett

Handiwork (Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Jimmy Dobyne

The Banes of the Ball (Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader)

Lloyd Hansen

Kill for Me (Future Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Former Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)

One-Shots

Steve Rogers

Sick of It ❄️💞 Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it

Jake Jensen

Touch My Butt💞❤️‍🔥 Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Wait Until We Get Home 🔥 (CT 2024) You promised Jake anything he wanted if he could keep his hands to himself until you got home

Curtis Everett

From Both Ends 💞❄️ When work and responsibilities spill over, Curtis helps you clean it up

Ransom Drysdale

Meet the Parents 💞❤️‍🔥 You prep Ransom to meet your family

A What in Church? 💞🔥 (CT 2024) (can be read as a continuation of Meet the Parents or stand-alone) Ransom agrees to come to church with you and your family

Lloyd Hansen

Saint or Sinner? 🔥♟️ Lloyd wants to know how much it takes for a Saint to break

Movie Reviews

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Fic Rec Masterlist

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #ari levinson #masterlist #chris evans #sebastian stan

[myboipracticallyimagines]

Rescue - Six x Reader

Prompt: When you and your sister, Claire, get kidnapped, your only hope of rescue is Six. TW: Foul language, abuse, murder

Nights like these had always terrified you. As you lay under the pale moonlight that had crept into your room, your mind raced. All you could think about was Six possibly bleeding out all alone. Or being tortured for information. Or a million other things that all crept through your mind.

This was only Six's second mission away from the safehouse. Both he and Fitz preferred him to be at home, protecting you and Claire. You were the only family he had left, and he would do whatever it took to protect both of you.

For the past two nights, Six had been gone. An assortment of guards filled the house in his absence, with at least one in eyesight at all times. You felt a sliver of reassurance at the thought that there was a guard right outside your doorway. Soon, Six would be back and the rest of your worry would dissipate. You were all too aware at the many attempts at your lives that had already taken place.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sun had just begin to peak through your blinds, you heard movement in the hallway. "Six," you asked, immediately rising to your feet. When your door finally opened, you screamed. Standing before you was not Six, instead two buff men dressed in all black, both fully armed. At their feet lay your bodyguard in a pool of blood.

You ran to the window, trying to pry it open, but the men were faster. A gun was at your back, the cold silver pushing into the exposed skin above your pajamas. "Let's go, pretty," the man breathed into your ear. You dared not yell for your sister, in hopes they would somehow miss her.

"I have the little one," another man yelled from the doorway, erasing any hope you had left. "Good," your captor said. "Knock 'em out." Without another word, something sharp pricked your neck, and the world went dark.

You woke up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom. Ignoring the pounding in your skull, you walked to the window. Well-landscaped greenery stretched as far as you could see. There wasn't even another building in sight. "Good morning, sunshine. I was wondering when you'd wake up," a voice rang across the room. You turned to find a man smirking at you. Despite pulling off a double kidnapping, he didn't look a bit fazed. "Who are you?" you ask, a tinge of worry evident in your voice. "Lloyd Hansen," he smiles. "Ever heard of me?" You shake your head, which only causes him to chuckle slightly. He closes the space between you, running the back of his hand down your cheek. "Let's just say I make people disappear." You clenched your jaw. "And my sister and I, we're part of those people?" Lloyd laughed again. "Oh, no, sweetie. You're a bargaining chip. You two are making the important people play right into my hand." "And why are you telling me this?" "Just so you know how unimportant you are, in the grand scheme of things. So you better do as you're told." Without another word, Lloyd left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Food was delivered thrice a day, with a guard setting down a silver platter and, without a word, leaving again. In those days, you clung to the only hope you had - Six. He had taken care of you before and you thought, you knew, he cared about you. He had to. You cared for him. You quickly shook the thought out of your head. You cared about him. But it was more than that, wasn't it? In the months he had spent with you, you had grown to care for him.

When the door opened next, Lloyd was on the other side, visibly annoyed. "Good morning, princess. Brought you a friend," he said, pushing in your uncle. "Fitz," you cried, running into his warm embrace. "Hurry this up, both of you," Lloyd said, tapping his foot impatiently. "I have to prove that both of you are alive before I can start beating the answers out of the old man." You stood protectively in front of your uncle. "You're not going to hurt him." Lloyd sighed before picking you up and carrying you across the room, barely acknowledging your kicking and screaming. Another guard took your uncle away, leaving you alone with Lloyd once more. He dropped you onto an armchair, caging you in with his strong arms. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do." "I hate you," you seethed. "You're such a fucking brat." You stared up at the man and, without thinking, spit. Lloyd reacted immediately, slapping the backside of this hand across your face, his rings tearing into your skin. "That's the kind of shit that will get you killed, princess." The pain didn't stop until he was long gone.

No one came until the next day, when both your sister and uncle were shoved into your room. "What happened to you?" Fitz asked, gently inspecting your bruised skin. "Lloyd," you breathed, starting at his bandaged hand. "What happened to you?" "Lloyd." Thankfully, Claire was unharmed. You spent the next few hours wrapped in your family's embrace, holding onto the only comfort you had in days.

When gunshots rang through the air, Fitz instructed both of you to hide. With every noise, your heart stopped and you clutched Claire closer, covering her eyes and ears. Suddenly, the door opened. "Took you long enough," Fitz spoke, relief lacing his voice. You finally gained enough courage to look up. At the doorway stood Six - bloody and bruised - but Six all the same.

His eyes softened when they met yours, then he saw your cheek. "Shit. What happened to you?" he asked, immediately rushing to your side. His fingers brushes the outline of the bruise, causing you to grimace slightly. His hand fell away immediately. "Lloyd, but I'm okay. I just want to go home." "Get Claire," Six instructed Fitz, keeping one arm securely around you.

Six led the way through the castle halls, only releasing his grip on you to shoot guards he met along the way. You didn't realize Lloyd's full force until you made it to the walkway. He stood on a walkway diagonal to you, a multitude of armed men on either side. Six and Fitz picked them off, finally making it to the end of the walkway. "We need to jump," Six said, his eyes scanning each possible exit way. The water was at least forty feet down, and your breath caught in your throat. "Six," Fitz called, "Keep my girls safe." You looked down at your uncle, who had collapsed a few feet back. A pool of blood soaked through his shirt. You rushed to his side, Claire right behind. "Come on, Fitz, stand up. We're going home," you cried, pulling on his arm. "I love you so much," he cried, holding onto both you and your sister. "Stay with Six. He'll take care of you." He looked at Six once more. "Give me a grenade." "No," Six said. "We're not leaving you." He tried applying pressure to his chest, but Fitz pushed him off. Another round of bullets ripped through the walls, raining debris on us. "Please," Fitz cried. "Take care of them."

Six dropped something at Fitz's side, then pulled Claire off of him. "Stop," she screamed. "Six, please!" "Go with him," Fitz urged, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Stay with him." "I will," you cried, placing one last kiss on your uncle's cheek. "I love you." "I love you too, kid," he breathed.

You turned back to Six, who was fighting to keep his hold on Claire. "Jump!" he screamed. Without a second thought, you jumped into the water below. Six was at your side when you surfaced, sputtering out water. "I've got you, let's go." You used every ounce of energy you had left to push through the water, until the grenade went off. Claire let out another scream, but Six was able to grab onto her, pulling her towards the shore. You pushed through the tears as you clamored onto the safety of the boat. Claire clung to you as Six started up the vessel. "Shh, it'll be okay," you soothed, fighting back your own tears. "Six is gonna get us out of here."

You looked up at Six, who was staring into the distance. "Stay down," he whispered, running off. You did as you were told until the gunshots started. Without thinking twice, you rummaged through everything on the boat, hoping to find anything that would help you. Your hand settled on metal as you pulled out a flare gun. "Stay here," you instructed as you ran in the direction of the fight. Six lay on the ground, Lloyd standing over him. He didn't see you yet, so it was easy to land the shot to his back. His entire body crumpled as the flare burned a hole in his skin. He cried out, only disarmed for a second before running at you. With all his force, he knocked you to the ground, grabbing the flare before pulling you against him. "Six," you yelled, immediately drawing his attention. Lloyd's pace quickened, pulling you into the maze.

He pulled you through endless corners and you immediately lost your sense of direction. "Six!" you cried out again, hoping to give him a way to find you. Lloyd immediately stopped, shoving you backwards into the wall. His hand gripped your throat, slowly cutting off your air supply. "I'm done messing around, sweetheart. Either you can it or I blow your pretty little head in." You nodded, causing him to release his hold on you. "Good girl."

When you made it to the center of the maze, Lloyd stopped running. He instead stood behind the fountain, flare pressed squarely to your temple. Six emerged moments later, gun pointed directly at Lloyd. "It's time we end this, don't you think? Give me the gun and I'll give you your girl." Six's position didn't change. "If your strategy depends on me not killing a woman then you need a new strategy." He withdrew the flare from your head long enough to fire a shot into the maze, immediately pressing the hot metal back onto your temple.

This pain was unlike anything you'd ever felt before - white hot. A scream cut through your throat as you clawed at Lloyd, aching for the pain to go away. Six took not a moment longer to disarm his gun, immediately throwing it into the fountain before you. "Cute. I meant loaded." "No one throws a loaded gun, Lloyd."

Six begins circling towards you, causing Lloyd to circle the other direction, pulling you with him. "You know, I normally wouldn't stick around at this point in the night. But you've been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning. I think I want to stick around for this one." Lloyd finally released his grip on you and you ran to Six, clinging onto him tightly. "Let me see your face," he whispered, pushing your hair behind your ear. He studied it gently before looking back at Lloyd.

With his arm still around you, he took a few steps to the right, circling the fountain once more. "You know what, Lloyd?" "What's that, sunshine?" "I might've let you live if you hadn't touched her." Lloyd's eyes darkened. "Take the shot." The bullets hit him before he could even flinch. "Let's go."

Claire was still on the boat, a woman now nestled beside her. "Let's get out of here," she panted. Six sat at the wheel, immediately hitting the gas. This time, nothing stopped you.

Part 2

#six x reader #sierra six x reader #sierra six imagine #sierra six #six imagine #the gray man #the gray man x reader #the gray man imagine #lloyd hansen

[onsunnyside]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲... 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭���� 🍆💦

well hello friends !! To celebrate Mr. Chris DILF Evans’ birthday, the upcoming father’s day, and because I’m in the mood for DILF-themed things 💦 I’m throwing another party !! focused on dilf-things in terms of vibes/being an actual father, etc. so send asks/requests, besties, and I’ll pick a few !! PSA | Updates | PSA2

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | June 13—14 (REQUESTS CLOSED but party will continue until all chosen requests are done !!)

˚*｡:°ꨄ 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧: we can talk about anything and I’ll also be answering older asks !!

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things dilf-related: dad’s best friend, boyfriend’s dad, best friend’s dad, stepdad, dad!character x mom!reader, dilf/milf, age gap, silver fox, etc. open to soft dark/dark—send anything !!

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #daddy sorry daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

trophy wife!reader x dilf!Ari Levinson | milf!reader

𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥; one shot: dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader*

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot: stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen*

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot: dark!dilf!Ari Levinson takes you to parent teacher night, innocent!babysitter!reader* (dark, vibrating panties)

dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett at his hunting lodge*

cruel: the lake house*

sick of sugarcoatin’: curtis comes over for father’s day*

boyfriend’s dad!Ari*

dad’s best friend!Chris Evans teaches you golf*

best friend’s dad!swim coach!andy is breath control training swimmer!reader by having the reader blow him underwater*

Chris finds out you’re pregnant

boyfriend’s dad!Andy finds out you’re pregnant (not set in Cruel)

#daddy sorry daddy party #onsunnyside

[shotgunbunny]

I want Lloyd to edge me until I cry and then slap me call me his pathetic little baby. Like I’ve never wanted to be manhandled by someone more. 😩👏🏼

I absolutely agree bestie! That man is feral and so unhinged it makes me drool 😩 here's a small drabble of a bodyguard Au I've been thinking of making!

ꨄ𖣦𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𖣦ꨄ

[warnings!! smut! dirty talk!! Lloyd Hansen! Breeding kink! slapping!spitting!!daddy kink!!]

Lloyd had been your bodyguard forever but eventually the lines had crossed so far that you could never return back to your prior relationship. But you were happy, Lloyd always took care for you. The only difference was that Lloyd was more protective and when you were alone he was so soft and sweet.

But the same can't be said for that softness right now. You had disobeyed Lloyd while you were shopping, he had thought someone was following you so he ordered you to stay close to him. However as he was surveying the area, you wandered off seeing the shoes that you had been craving.

To say Lloyd was annoyed with you was an understatement. Which is why you were being punished. But it was worth it, those shoes were beautiful.

You wrists were tied above your head, to the headboard of the bed. And your ankles were each tied to the bed posts at the end of the bed. And Lloyd was sat on his knees clad only in an ugly polo shirt and his boxers that covered his hard cock. He looked like the devil right now.

Holding a vibrator to your clit at the highest setting, everytime you were close to a release, he pulled it away with a devious smirk. "Awwh what's wrong sunshine? Can't handle then punishment? Maybe don't be a dumb bitch and listen to me, huh?" You let out a squeal as he placed the clit on you one more time.

You couldn't take it, you came everywhere, wetting the bed and Lloyds hand. God you saw heaven, but you were quickly snapped out of it by Lloyds paw slapping your face. The sound of the slap echoed in the room as well as his tuts.

The shuffling of clothes were heard and the you saw Lloyd above you, his glare was angry. Yet so hungry. "You stupid fuckin' slut. All you had to do was not cum. Seems you can't even do that fuckin' whore." Before you could whimper out an apology.

Lloyd pushed his cock all the way in you, groaning as you came around his cock again. "Pathetic little slut. Fuckin soaking my cock. Awww now you're crying. My little crybaby." The pleasure you felt echoed in your bones and swallowed you up into an oblivion of Lloyd. You sobbed trying to express this but Lloyd simply slapped you again.

"Messy fuckin baby. Don't worry daddies gonna fill you up. Daddies gonna make you real messy with his cum." He spat on your face and your toes curled over his cruel words. You looked at him through blurry eyes and saw only determination glinting through them, a strand of his hair had fallen forward while he was thrusting.

You heard the sound of his thrusts, how wet your pussy sounded and the heavy breathing of Lloyd. His cock kept rubbing deliciously against a certain part of you but he refused to touch your abused clit. He groaned and you made eye contact. You were about to look away when he slapped you again, feeling the sting in your cheek.

He grabbed your chin and forced your face to look at him. "Open your fucking mouth." He said through grunts and you did so willingly. Lloyd spat into your mouth and then thrust faster. "Gonna cum in you. Gonna get you knocked up. Fuckin slut." You're whined and came one last time.

With a moan that was so beautiful to hear, Lloyd's thrusts stuttered and you felt him fill you up. You whined. "We're not done sunshine. This is just the beggining for you being a fuckin' crybaby and stupid whore."

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x plus size reader #Lloyd Hansen x woc!reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen drabble #anon ask

[pxrplebxtterfly]

Did I Lie?(2/?)

18+

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, kissing, making out, nudity, oral sex (f receiving), (d)ubcon kinda?, somnophilia

Summary: Lloyd’s been gone for work and now he’s finally back. It seems you’ve both missed each other.

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: Okay so here’s another part, hehe. This fic is in SECOND PERSON POV!!! The next part will for sure be nasty I promise! Sorry for making you guys wait. Anyways, have fun reading!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

You haven’t seen him in a few days. Some of his team members said he was gone on a mission when you asked. You didn’t know why you were asking, it’s not like you missed him. You just missed his fingers, and his lips, and the way he smelled, and his wit, and his charm. Okay maybe you missed him a little bit.

Maybe you missed him because since he left the morning after that night in the limo, you hadn’t talked to anyone. Besides the casual chat that comes with “here’s your meal” and “here’s the TV remote” from bodyguards and Lloyd’s team members, you hadn’t had a conversation with anyone. It’s not like Lloyd and you had full blown, deep discussions, but they were more engaging than the small talk you were subject to.

You’re enjoying a lollipop you snuck from Lloyd’s stash in the kitchen when you hear the front door open. You hear bags drop and Lloyd’s loud voice echoing through the long hallways. You decide not to leave the room because he sounds agitated. You place the lollipop in your mouth and grab a glass of water. Before you’re able to remove the lollipop and take a sip, someone stomps into the room.

It’s Lloyd. He pauses across the wide island when he sees it’s you in the kitchen, and not one of his maids or chef. He’s wearing a tight polo shirt with fitted slacks, accentuating every flex and movement of his muscles. 

“Is that one of my suckers?” he asks, brows furrowed and taken aback.

“No-wah” you say quietly, the candy making it hard to talk.

“You’re lying” he says teasingly and walks towards you. Stepping forwards until he has you cornered against the counter, his eyes don’t ever look away. He’s in front of you now, huge chest and shoulders eye-level with your face. 

As soon as Lloyd approaches you he feels your nervous energy. It’s something he feeds off of. The way your eyes go big and your breath catches in your throat, makes him buzz with excitement. 

“Let me have a taste” he says and wraps his finger around the stick of the sucker. It pops out of your mouth, shiny with your spit. He slowly places it on his tongue and takes it into his mouth. 

He watches as your mouth drops open a bit in awe. Lloyd chuckles at your reaction and takes the lollipop back out. It’s covered in his spit and all you can think about is how badly you want his spit down your throat. He pushes the sucker past your lips and you graciously receive it.

“Good girl” he tells you as he studies your tongue and lips. 

As you suck on the candy, he can’t draw his attention from your face. He’s so hypnotized by your beauty that he reaches up and brushes strands of your hair behind your ears. 

You don’t bother to question him, you just stare up at him with doe eyes, willing to let him do whatever he wants to you.

“I missed you” he whispers, and trails his hand down from your cheek to the base of your neck.

Without any guard up you take the sucker out of your mouth and whisper back, “I missed you too”

Neither of you miss a beat and attach lips like magnets to a fridge. His lips are soft and engulf yours. He sucks at your bottom lip each time you pull back, and pushes a small amount of tongue into your mouth. 

He tastes like cherry from the lollipop and you're reminded it’s still in your hand. You place it on the counter beside you, freeing up your hands. You put your palms on his lower back and curve them upwards towards his shoulders, soothing his burning skin. He keeps one hand around the base of your throat and the other grabs your ass. 

You moan at the sensation of your ass cheeks being fondled and at his fingers kneading your flesh. He pulls you towards his body and you instantly feel his hard cock straining in his pants, against your stomach. 

As soon as you feel him, you also pull him closer to you by his waist. This stirs something in Lloyd and he ruts up against you. He moves his lips from your mouth to your jaw, ear and neck. You instantly start to breathe harder and whimper. The way he sucks at your skin, grinds into your lower stomach, and grabs at your ass has you overwhelmed with pleasure. 

But as soon as it starts, it ends.

“Fuck” he moans as he pulls his lips off your neck. He shifts his body back from yours and you let out a sigh, trying to catch your breath. You look down at his bulge and see a big wet spot on his pants where the tip of his cock is. You have the same wet spot on your t-shirt. He was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall. 

You’re in shock at how fast things just happened. It seems you both really did miss each other. There’s silence between you two as you stare anywhere else, besides him. You put your hand over your mouth, still stunned at your behavior. He chuckles at your reaction and it causes you to look up at him.

You still don’t say anything but Lloyd can see in your eyes that you want to know why he stopped. He decides to give you some context so you’re not blaming yourself.

“I’ve got to go kill some one for fucking up my mission” he says, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

You sit across from him at a long dining table for dinner. You don’t really think about what you’re eating, you’re mostly thinking about how much you want to ride his mustache. But not tonight. You’re tired and just want to curl up in your California king size bed with no interruption. 

When dinner is finished, Lloyd walks you back to your room. He follows you in, trailing right behind you, looking down, watching your hips sway. He sits down on the side of your bed and watches you dig through your belongings in the top drawer of your dresser. 

He realizes he didn’t ask his men to grab anything but the essentials. He’s hoping they didn’t fuck you over too bad, but just in case, he asks, “Do you have any pajamas?”

You turn around and say, “Not any nice ones, your guys only packed my flimsy, cheap stuff that doesn't provide any warmth. It doesn’t really make a difference if they’re on or off”

He completely forgets about his concern for your personal items and raises an eyebrow in curiosity, picturing you sleeping in bed completely naked. The things he would do to you. 

You catch the glimmer in his eyes and smile. You reach behind you and pick up a set of silky little pajama bottoms and a matching button up shirt from the drawer.

You hold the pajamas close to your chest and scoff when Lloyd hasn’t left the room, turned around, or at least closed his eyes. 

“Close your eyes,” you say.

Defiance washes over him when he sees the flirty way you tell him not to look. He decides to test the water and says, “I wanna watch you” 

You’re struck by his boldness and blush. It turns you on, the way he wants to see you undress. You already know you’ll let him watch, but you don’t want him to think you’re that easy. You pause for a few moments, pretending to think it over in your mind. With intent to seduce you say, “Okay” softly.

Slowly you hook your fingers on the hem of your t-shirt and begin to lift it over your head. With every patch of skin that’s revealed, Lloyd’s heart beats faster. Once it’s off, you throw it behind you on the dresser. 

Lloyd bites his lip when he sees your tits being held by your bra. He feels himself grow harder by the second as you continue to undress.

You pull your shorts down your legs and he examines your body. Eyes drinking you and all your radiance in. You decide to tease him a bit, so when you unclasp your bra and let it fall off your chest and shoulders, you throw it at him. 

Lloyd can’t help the erection you’re giving him and looks at you with hunger. Seeing the way you stand there so open and vulnerable for him, being such a good listener, makes him crazy. He just wants to put his mouth all over your gorgeous tits and worship them like you deserve.

You see what you do to him too, and would love to see just how far things could go except you’re tired. You slip your pajama shorts on and he groans when you begin to button your shirt, covering up your breasts. You laugh at his display of desire and lean down to his level. You purposefully crawl over him to get into bed.

“You’re so pretty” he whispers seductively, sitting closer to you, trying not to let this moment slip away.

“Lloyd,” you warn with very little sternness.

He ignores you and grabs your hand. He begins to kiss your hand and then up your arm. His mustache tickles you and you twitch and giggle at the sensation. 

“I’m tired” you say with some distress. Even though he’s turning you on, sleep is creeping up on you.

He slows his kisses and releases your hand, understanding where you’re coming from. He’s just as tired, if not more, but the electricity he feels when he sees you, has him fully charged and ready to go. 

The both of you say goodnight and he leaves you to sleep. 

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

Lloyd can’t sleep. He wrestles with his pillows and duvet trying to find peace. Nothing is helping his body unwind. All he can think about is you. The way you act so touch starved anytime he initiates physical contact. He loves how flustered and nervous you get around him too. 

He can’t help but think of your blushing cheeks and wide eyes. While rolling in his bed, restless, he wishes to do a number of things to you.

Then, the desperation becomes too much for him to handle.

He almost slips as he hurls himself out of bed. He walks to your room, breath heavy from anticipation and anxiety. 

He opens the door to your room. The lights are off, but the moonlight shines in through a grand window, illuminating you on the bed. You’ve tossed off your comforter, feeling more free to move without it. 

You’re in a deep sleep, completely unaware of Lloyd's presence. 

He stalks around the room, just watching you breathe. You were right, those pajamas hardly covered anything.

You look so enticing, all vulnerable and laid out just for him. He can’t take it any longer and moves towards you. Slowly, and carefully he lays on his stomach, in between your legs. You don’t even stir.

Lloyd, seeing that you didn’t shift due to his movement, decides to come closer. He army-crawls towards you, his face hovering over your clothed pussy.

It makes him ravenous, just to picture it beneath the thin layers of your underwear and pajama shorts. He wants to see you, needs to see you. 

He pushes your pajama shorts aside with his finger and almost moans at the outline of your cunt through your underwear. 

A thought comes to him as he stares at you. 

He wants to taste you. 

He puts his face closer to you until his nose is brushing your clit. He timidly licks you through your underwear. He looks up at your face, making sure he’s not disturbing you. You don’t even twitch. 

He licks you through the underwear again. When you stay still he nuzzles his mustache into your core and breathes you in. 

He draws back when he feels you shift slightly. Your eyes stay closed, you just shift a little further into him. 

He takes this as an invitation to feast. He uses another finger to delicately pull your panties to the side with your pajama shorts. In the moonlight, he can see your slick, coating your pussy. He can’t help himself when he spreads your folds and sticks his tongue in your hole. He flicks his tongue as he exits and is immediately addicted to the taste of you. 

He begins to drag his soft tongue up and down, indulging in your sweet taste. His mustache and nose bump at your clit and you begin to stir. 

Lloyd ignores it. He’s so focused on drowning in your cunt he just wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer.

This makes you wake up. You think you’re dreaming at first, watching as Lloyd Hansen buries himself in between your thighs. Then you realize that this feels too real, that he’s actually going down on you. 

The realization turns you on so much, you arch your back and push your pelvis forwards. His eyes flash up to look at you, and they sparkle when he sees that you’re watching. 

When he sees you’re awake and watching him, it only makes him want you more. His back and wide shoulders keep your legs spread and you watch as he devours you. 

He’s sloppily kissing and sucking all over your aching cunt. Slurping at your hole and moaning as you buck your hips into his face, allowing him to get deeper.

His tongue prods at you while his nose smushes your clit. This feels so good that you grab a fist full of his hair and grind onto his tongue.

You gasp and moan at his skill and he hums into you. He sucks at your clit and your legs begin to shake. He looks up at you while you whine from his tortuous talent at eating you out. The overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you has your thighs clenched around his head. He tightens his grip on your legs and begins to pry them apart so he can continue his work. 

He doesn’t let up and it has you teetering off the edge of coming.

And then you do. You come all over his beautiful mouth with a soaring, world-warping orgasm. Lloyd continues drinking in everything you give to him until you're pushing his head off of you. He finally stops and just lays in between your legs, looking at you. 

You have no words for him. All you do is pull your knees to your chest, throw your head back and cover your face with your hands. The orgasm he just gave you has changed your life and you’re struggling to recover from all the oxytocin flooding your veins. 

You’re sensitive and jump when you feel him kiss your achy cunt and the back of your trembling thighs. 

You let out some curse words, unable to articulate anything more. 

Finally you’ve come down from your high and he’s crawled into bed beside you, kissing the top of your head softly. He kisses your temple one final time and then pulls you into his chest.

You’re in shock that he doesn’t want anything in return, because you are more than happy and willing to help him out. Then you think back to earlier when he had gotten off the bed to come join you under the covers. You remember seeing a damp spot on his underwear, and that he wasn’t fully hard. It hits you that he must’ve come at the same time as you. 

You’re flattered, impressed and a little turned on by it. You realize that Lloyd is so good at going down on you, that you didn’t even see he was also getting off. You bite your lip in amusement and scoot in closer to him. You’re so glad he’s back.

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen fanfiction #the gray man #the gray man smut #the gray man fic #the gray man fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction

[jamneuromain]

Masterlist

Hello everybody :)))

I write for Chris Evans / Mads Mikkelsen and their characters (for now). Requests are opened. If you are interested, feel free to check out my stories. Unless specified, the stories are finished one-shots. Minors please don't interact. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Beautiful dividers by @firefly-graphics

Fluff: 💕 Angst: 🥀 Smut: 🔥 Dark: �� Finished: ✓

Hannibal Lecter

Until the Next Time: Hannibal was meeting with his personal psychiatrist to try his personal therapy. (Hannibal Lecter x Original Female Character)🔥

The Lucky Saturday He Met You (Series ✓): One-shots of the stories between Chris (Actor) and You (no use of Y/N). 💕🔥

↑Update: postponed indefinitely because CE has a relationship now.

Multi. Chris Evans Characters

Together Or Not At All: Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 💕🔥

Highway to Hell: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

(Steve Rogers x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader) Anotherrr collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 🌑💕🔥

Ari Levinson Masterlist

Shower: College AU. You want to shower, but you can't. Because you are waiting for Steve, your best friend. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

When Pigs Fly: Is there a chance for Captain America, to be your friend? (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

False Alarm: You, the sister of Tony Stark, is in a secret relationship with Steve, that Tony doesn't know about. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

T-minus...: Steve is about to be late for his recording. Luckily, you're there to drag him out of his bed. (Steve Rogers x You)💕

Lie Still, Look Pretty: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3 (Steve Rogers x You) 🌑🥀🔥

I Knew You Were Trouble: Life Lesson:  There's always going to be a coworker that you don't like. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

A Proper Nest: Steve wants to build a proper nest for his upcoming heat. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕🔥

My Forget-me-not (Series):

Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.

Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??

(Steve Rogers x You) A collab with @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates 💕🥀

Dancing in the Daydream (Series): College AU. Andy Barber is the lecturer for your class Creative Writing. (Andy Barber x You) 🥀💕🔥🌑

Lloyd Hansen

A Whiff of Blood (Series √): Mob AU. It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia. (Mob!Lloyd x Secretary!You) 🥀💕🌑 (newly updated)

Captain Syverson

Mean Daddy Part 2 : Your mean daddy comes home :] 💕🔥 (newly updated)

Some random ideas about:

Mob & Mob AU: Steve Rogers x OFC

Centaur AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Bodyguard AU: Ari Levinson x OFC

-Drabble: Overstimulation 🔥

Demon AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Favorite: Dark!priest!Ari x innocent/naive!reader

On you lap: Ransom, Jake, Johnny 💕

In Heat: Steve, Andy, Ari, Lloyd 💕🔥

DBF AU: Lloyd Hansen x You/Reader 🌑🔥

Cum Together Trifecta

Jammy's 500 Followers' Celebration

The Slumber Party Present Bingo (✓)

More stories can be read on AO3, but I can't promise all of them are in English :P

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[thezombieprostitute]

Tutoring - Part 2

A/N: Written for the @the-slumberparty​ Bingo card, combining "Spy AU" and "Family Gathering" (a bit weak, but it still holds) and "Fake Dating". Reader is referred to as she/her but no other descriptors. This is about 3k words!

Warnings: Death of a character. Coercion. Forced touch. Kidnapping. Mention of blood. As always, please let me know if I left any out.

You start waking up but something feels off. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t heard your alarm. Maybe it was the fact you were having a harder time waking up than normal. Then you realized, you couldn’t see, move or speak. 

Fighting the urge to panic, you try to figure out what you are able. As your senses gather you pick up that you are wearing a blindfold and tied up, most likely to a chair. The distinctive smell of duct tape tells you why you can’t speak. Your breathing starts ramping up as you realize your situation. 

To your right you hear the sound of a door opening and a painfully familiar voice saying, “ah yes. The bitch is finally awake.” 

Lloyd Hansen. The bodyguard you had gotten fired. Only one meeting and he proved himself to be creepy, annoying and all around aggravating. Your brain remembers the last thing before you had fallen unconscious was his smell and his voice. You become frozen in fear.

“Did you really think you’d never see me again, Cupcake?” You remain frozen and he chuckles, “if you don’t at least give me a shake of your head I will smack you back to reality.” You lightly shake your head “no” and Lloyd pats your head as he calls you a good girl. You’re grateful for the blindfold so he can’t see you roll your eyes. 

Another set of footsteps walks in and you hear a voice ask, “what the hell is this, Lloyd? You were supposed to get Parker.”

“Change of plans, Nick,” Lloyd responds. “This little minx got me fired from that bodyguard job before I could nab Parker. So, instead of holding him hostage for Stark’s secrets, we’re gonna use her to get into Stark Tower where one of your guys can hack his secrets directly.”

“You got fired from the bodyguard gig?”

“Well, yeah, but we’ve still got a way to get Stark’s information that’s more traditional in terms of espionage and corporate spying.”

“Remove her gag and mask.”

Lloyd moves quickly and you let out a small sob of fear when the gag is removed. When the blindfold is removed you blink several times trying to bring your vision into focus. As your eyes adjust the man you assume to be Nick grabs your chin and makes you look at him. You can feel his ice blue eyes look into your soul and you cry a little again. 

“So how did you get him fired,” Nick asked. You explained to him about Peter’s tutoring session and that the other bodyguards confirmed it was the final straw in getting Lloyd fired. Nick let go of your chin and turned to Lloyd, “you know, this is sort of my fault. You’ve never been known for subtlety or blending in, have you Lloyd?”

Lloyd gave Nick a big smile, “you know me, Nick. I’m much better at the shooting and torture. But while that original plan is fucked, we’ve got a solid back-up plan. She got an invite to Parker’s graduation party because of the tutoring gig. We set up one of your hackers as her date, send them in, and boom, we’ve got Stark’s blueprints!”

Nick turned to you, “is it true you got an invite?” You nod, not sure you can trust your voice. He continues to stare at you, contemplating. Lloyd starts to speak again but Nick pulls out a gun and shoots him three times in the chest. You scream as Lloyd’s body drops. Your tears are running free and you can’t help shaking in terror. 

“He was such an idiot,” Nick said. He puts his gun away while mumbling something about “not even able to shoot a guy handcuffed to a bench.” He grabs a chair and sits directly in front of you, elbows on his knees as he leans forward. 

“Look at me,” he demands. You hesitate and he repeats himself with more force, “Look. At. Me.” You try to steady yourself as you look back into his cold eyes. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. As much as I would love to just let you go, you know I can’t.” Your sobs get louder and you try to look away but he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be useful. Lloyd’s back-up plan wasn’t entirely shit, and I think with the right…motivation, you’ll be happy to help me out.”

“Now, the Stark family party is in just a few days. You’re going to go with a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ who will be chosen for you in a few hours. You’re going to do whatever they need to get into off-limits areas of the Tower. As long as you behave, you get to live. We obviously know where you live and can easily find out everything else about you. Keep your mouth shut afterwards, you’ll start receiving a regular paycheck. A little help with those student loans. Do you understand?”

Your tears have slowed down as your brain is trying to process everything. He gently shakes your head and gives you a meaningful look. “I…I…understand. I’ll behave.”

“Glad to hear it. In the meantime, let’s get you untied and moved to a different room. One with a lot less blood.”

You’re curled up into a ball and crying in your cell when you hear a knock at the door. Startled out of your thoughts you instinctively say, “yes?” The door opens and in walks a young man with spiked hair, glasses and a goatee. He’s carrying a couple of trays of food and smiles at you.

“Hi there, I’m Jake.” He hands you one of the trays. “Figured we could get to know each other over some food. Not the most romantic of first dates, but I find the best cover includes grains of truth.”

Sitting up on your cot you take the proffered tray. Your stomach rumbles and you realize you don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. Jake must’ve heard your stomach because he smiles sympathetically as he sits next to you. You try to move away but he puts his arm around your shoulders and says, “we have to get used to this proximity. No one’s going to believe we’ve been dating if you’re always fidgeting away from me.” 

You freeze at his words but he keeps his arm over your shoulder and says, a little too cheerfully to you, “don’t worry. I’ll be a perfect gentleman the whole time. The most I’ll ever do is the arm around the shoulder, holding hands, very family friendly stuff, okay?” Your slight nod doesn’t seem to be answer enough and he continues, “I know I seem the stereotypical hacker incel type but I’m not. I genuinely like my dates to be willing participants. And besides, I don’t date coworkers, which we are!”

Thinking about what you have to do your head drops in shame. Peter was a good kid who loved his adoptive family and they clearly loved him. And yet, you were going to play a key role in hurting all of them. Some tears start coming as you try to eat calmly. Jake gently wipes away the tears near him while eating and you resist the urge to pull away. 

“You’re gonna do great,” Jake assures. “Now, let’s get our backstory figured out.”

Jake drives the two of you to the party. Before you had left Nick made sure to remind you about potential consequences, and rewards, for your behavior. You were given back your phone with notices that everything you did on it would be tracked and if you left Jake’s side at all, you would be caught and killed. You’re all jitters as you get closer to the party and Jake takes your hand. In normal circumstances it would be comforting, but now it’s a reminder to calm yourself down and behave. 

You’re grateful that the party has so many people, it makes it easier to not be the focus of anyone’s attention. At least you don’t have to put on a fake smile the whole time as you’re keeping all the details of your and Jake’s “relationship” running through your head. He’s gently guiding you around under the pretense of trying to find the food or being a Stark fanboy but you know he’s looking for a side room. 

“Y/N! You made it!” Peter practically bearhugs you causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “I’m so glad to see you! I was worried when your RSVP took so long.”

“Oh, well,” you stutter. “Finals, you know?”

“Geez, I didn’t even think of that! I know you’ve probably aced all of them.”

“Fingers crossed,” you smile, praying your fear and despair don’t show through. 

“And who did you bring with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jake. Jake, this is Peter and this party is for him.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jake shakes his hand. “I’ve heard a lot of good stuff about you from Y/N.”

“Boyfriend? When Ari asked you out you told him you were waiting until after finals?” Peter looks at you like a confused puppy. You freeze for a second before grabbing Jake’s hand, “what can I say? My computer science tutor swept me off my feet.” Peter nods in understanding. You’re saved from further explanation by Mr. Stark’s calling for Peter to join him at the main table. He says a quick goodbye and runs off.

“That was some very quick thinking,” Jake compliments. “Come with me, I think I’ve got a spot figured out. If anyone asks, just say we were looking for a makeout spot.” The thought of kissing Jake makes you nauseous but you nod in agreement as he pulls you along behind him. Finding a hallway Jake pulls out his phone, which you suspect is more powerful than your gaming computer, and starts following some tracker you can’t see while you follow him.

He tries a door and finds it locked but his phone bypasses whatever biometric security is installed and he leads you into the room. Motioning for you to sit he gently closes the door and pulls some cords out of his pockets. He’s plugging his phone into some outlets and you don’t bother trying to ask what he’s doing. You’re still burning in shame and gently start rocking yourself to try to keep calm. Your fear isn’t helped when you start hearing Jake talking to his phone like it’s misbehaving. “No. No. Don’t do that. Try this! Don’t test me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

He bolts upright and tries to run for the door but it’s opened by James and Ari, guns drawn. You scream and start bawling as Jake puts his hands up and backs away from the door. The giant bodyguards move forward, guns focused on Jake, not sparing a glance your way. Behind them you hear the famous voice of Tony Stark, “Jensen! I’d say it’s a pleasure but we both know that’s a lie. Did you really think I wouldn’t have your signature figured out?”

“To be fair,” Jensen replies, “I have had serious success before.”

“Yes, and your previous successes helped me and JARVIS figure out your patterns.” Tony stays behind James and Ari. He turns and gives you a look you can’t read through your tears and sobbed apologies. Turning back to Jake he asks, “so who hired you this time? Max? Hammer? The Matrix?”

“C’mon Stark, you know I can’t tell you. I am a professional, after all.”

“A professional who kidnaps young women? Forces them to play at being your girlfriend?”

“That wasn’t me, that was my unnamed employer. He set up the situation and proffered payment upon receipt of the goods. Whatever deal she made with them was not my concern.”

“Mr. Stark,” you whisper. “Please. Please, I didn’t want to do this. I swear. He…he threatened to kill me and my family. I swear…I’d never…I…” your sobs pick up again and you hear Tony tell Ari to take you to another room and “wait for Romanoff to chat with her.” Ari puts his gun away and helps you to your feet. 

“Oh, Mr. Stark, there’s one more thing.” You focus on Tony, making sure to not look at Jake, lest you lose your nerve. “My phone has to be near his or that guy will think I’ve run…” you hold out your phone to Tony and he takes it from your hand. 

“Barnes, I’m gonna put this phone in your pocket,” he turns to James who nods in response. “And I’m going to go ahead and hold onto your phone, Jensen.” Jake gives you a glare as he hands over his phone to Tony. Before he can say anything, Ari is pulling you out of the room and walking you down the hall.

You’re in what you can only describe as an interrogation room. Ari is standing just outside but at least he was nice enough to give you some water. You can only hope that they believe you that you didn’t want to do this. 

A noise at the door gets you out of your thoughts. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman, red hair and green eyes. She’s tiny compared to Ari, who is standing behind her, but everything about her tells you she could easily take him out if she needed to. She walks into the room and sits across the table from you. She asks Ari to refill your water and when he’s out of the room she gives you a soft smile.

“Call me Nat. Y/N, before you were allowed to be Peter’s tutor I made sure to do an extensive background check on you.” Her voice is somehow gentle and also no-nonsense. “I have no reason to believe you were a willing participant in all of this.” You cry tears of relief and she holds your hand, only pulling it back when Ari walked in with your water.

“Ari, on the other hand,” she said, her tone noticeably sharper, “failed to do more than a preliminary background check on Hansen, thus putting you and Peter in danger.” Ari kept his head down and his mouth shut. “Now, we’re working on clearing out your apartment and phone of any and all bugs and stalkers that may have been installed. Until then, you’re staying here, under our protection.”

“But…but I…” you’re trying to put the words together. 

“If you’re worried about your finals, don’t.” Nat’s tone did not allow for argument. “You are under serious duress and if your university doesn’t allow you to take your exams here, take them late, or some other accommodation, we have access to the best lawyers on the planet and we will make sure you get to take them.”

You nod your thanks, eyes wide with amazement at how quickly things are going back in your favor.

“While you are here,” Nat continues, “you will be under our protection. Ari was just recently demoted down to “grunt” and will likely be your primary. If you’d, understandably, prefer someone else, just let me know.”

“No, I…I trust Ari.” 

Nat raises an eyebrow and looks at Ari, “you fuck up again, I castrate you.” Ari just nods, but he looks at you with gratitude. 

It’s been over a month since you were kidnapped. Nat and Tony followed through on their promises. You were able to take your finals, pass, and get your degree. At Pepper’s suggestion they also made sure to get you to a therapist. You never found out what happened to Nick or Jake. Once Nat told you they were taken care of, you never wanted to think about them ever again.

You’ve got good job prospects. You’ve made good, protective friends like James. And, now that you’re not a client, your romantic relationship with Ari is off to a strong start. Between him, Nat, James and Mr. Stark, you’ve little to fear.

Tagging @alicedopey and @cjand10 as promised.

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