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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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Can I please request best friends, dad!Lloyd, finding you masturbating in his bed!! Maybe include some toys+squirting?? Thnnnx!! Love your blog💘💘

hey honey, thank you so much!

summary - you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.

warning - smut, masturbating, voyeurism, squirting.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You were sneaky, waiting until your best friend fell asleep so you could sneak out of her room. You’ve hung around enough to know that her father works late, only coming home early in the morning, sometimes covered in blood. You had a slight crush on the man. I mean, could you really be blamed? Wearing your tiny white nightie as you head toward Mr Hansen’s room, you sneak inside, not bothering to close the door as your friend sleeps deeply.

Your trusty toy tucked into your hand, with your free hand, you drag it along his sheets, sighing as they are so soft. You get wet just thinking about Lloyd lying naked between the sheets, stroking his thick member. You whimper, crawling onto the bed and lying down. You moan as your body relaxes. Your eyes slip closed, and your fingers skim your nipples. They slowly slide down your body, landing between your legs and circling your puffy clit.

You blindly turn your toy on, placing it directly onto your clit, causing soft mewls to escape your lips. Your mind begins to drift off thinking of Lloyd, imagining him walking in on you, degrading you, until he finally flips you around and thrusts into you. You are so caught up in pleasure that you don’t hear Lloyd arriving home earlier than usual or entering the house and making his way to his room. You don’t even notice him leaning against the doorway, and you whine as you arch your back, grinding down onto the toy. “Oh, Mr Hansen.”

Lloyd crosses his arms as he watches you with a smirk and clears his throat. His smirk grows when your eyes fly open, and you freeze, mouth opening and closing as you try and find an excuse for why you are in his bed, touching yourself. “Well, sweetheart. If I had known this is what I would’ve been coming home to, I would’ve come home much faster.” His eyes slowly move down your body, licking his lips when they land on the soaked toy between your legs. Lloyd waves his hand. “Don’t stop on my account, please. Continue.”

“M–mr Hans–” He cuts you off with a raised brow. You feel your body heat up and your cunt throb as he stares you down. You gasp as you press the toy harder against your clit, and your legs fall open, giving Lloyd a better view.

“Mm, that’s right, pretty girl. Get off in my bed. I bet you wouldn’t even be able to stop even if my daughter woke.” He smirks, making his way over and sitting close to you on the bed, causing your mind to go fuzzy from his scent alone. You throb when he touches your thigh, stroking it as his gaze sticks to the toy between your legs. “You’re such a naughty girl, pining over your best friend’s dad… Hmm.” You look at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open and eyes crossing. “You thought I didn’t notice? It’s quite flattering, pumpkin. Why do you think I walked around half-naked? Or brushed up against you.” Lloyd smirks, stroking your cheek before gripping your chin and resting his thumb on your plump bottom lip. “Are you going to cum for me? Make a mess on my sheets?”

You whine, nodding. Lloyd groans when your lips wrap around his thumb, and you begin to suck, staring up at him with wide innocent eyes. Your walls pulsate, and your clit throbs, toes curling as your end approaches. “Mr Hansen!” Your back arches, and your juices squirt out of you, tiring your body and causing you to sag into the bed. Your eyes flutter, the toy falling limp between your legs. “I–I’m sorry…” You realise what you have done and try to get up, but Lloyd stops you.

“Don’t be sorry, pumpkin. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Lloyd grabs the toy, feeling his cock stir with how wet it is and holds it up, watching with a smirk as your juices create a string. “Naughty, naughty girl. Look at the mess you’ve made.” You watch with wide eyes as he licks up your arousal before throwing the toy aside and climbing on top of you. “Just because you’ve had your fun, sweetness, doesn’t mean you can leave. You don’t want to leave without letting me pump you full, right?”

You shake your head, feeling your cunt throb in anticipation. Your fantasy was finally coming true.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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ruin you

summary || you think this failed mission is Lloyd’s fault. Lloyd thinks you need to learn some fucking manners.

warnings || dom!Lloyd . dom/sub dynamics. hate fucking. power imbalance. unprotected sex. creampie. degradation. praise kink. humiliation. daddy kink. wall sex. corruption kink. choking. filthy Lloyd. asshole Lloyd. brat tamer Lloyd. a lot of dirty talk. dacryphilia. petnames. horny thots. enemies to lovers. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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“This is all your fault!” You huffed as you carelessly deposited your sack on the floor. “My fault?” Lloyd squinted his eyes calculatingly. “Yes! We had Six but because of your arrogance and your inability to control your anger, we lost him!” You pressed your fingers to your aching head.

“I didn’t hear you. Say it again.” He sarcastically pressed a hand to his ear to hear better. His eyes were shining with pure malice and you took a step back in shock. You knew he was a bit crazy, but this behaviour was absolutely insane. Now you knew why he was fired from the agency this early.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fight. I just wanna get this job done and I’m sure you want that too.” You sighed as you headed towards your room in the vast penthouse. It was Lloyd, everything had to be grand, even the nightly stay.

“But that doesn’t mean I can let you talk to me like that.” The command in his voice made a shiver run down your spine. “I told you I don’t wanna fight, but that also doesn’t mean that you can look down on me. I’m an agent, and I’ve lasted in the agency much longer than you, so if someone is superior, it is me.”

“Oh really? Because if that was true, then your ‘agency’ wouldn’t have come to me begging on their knees to catch a fucking rogue.” He added fingers quotations. You knew angering him wasn’t a good option, but you were furious. “You know what Lloyd? Fuck you!”

You were about to walk away and relax in your room, but your plans were thwarted when you found Lloyd’s hand around your throat. He truly travelled with lightning speed as he pressed you against the wall. You couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping your lips.

His face lightened with a knowing smirk and you closed your eyes in shame. It was a dirty fantasy buried deep inside you, or so you had thought. Lloyd was handsome, despite that trashstache, or rather with it. And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasised about him for the last few nights.

“Didn’t know you were in such freaky shit.” He whispered in your ear. You chewed on your lip and tried looking anywhere but his eyes. “Look at me.” He pressed his fingers into your jaw and turned your head towards him. “Do you like this?” You just shrugged at his question. “I’m serious.”

What you didn’t expect him to do was press his hard length against your leg to show just how serious he was. “Oh.” You gasped. “Yeah. So you like it? Cuz I have some ideas.” He comically winked and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t in this position.

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it just fine. “Not so uptight now huh?” You gulped as you already knew you were going to get the ride of your life. You gasped like a fish when he quickly turned you around and held you to the wall by your shoulders.

“Arch that back for me baby.” His words were a cruel mockery, and yet you were getting off on it. You did as he said and he pulled your pants down, revealing your ass to him. He ran his huge palm over your butt and hummed thoughtfully. “Now daddy’s gotta discipline you baby. Hold tight.”

That was all the warning you got before his hand came crashing down on your ass. You squirmed in the place, but he held your tighter. “I told you to stay still, do you wanna five more by being a brat?” You couldn’t really remember if he said that, but he tried your best nevertheless.

He smacked your other cheek and you bit your lip to stop the whimper from spilling through. Your face was pushed to the side and he clear saw that. “I wanna hear you scream.” He whispered in your ear before spanking you in quick succession. His signet ring was leaving behind a cool impression. “Oh my god Lloyd!”

“I didn’t hear that. Say it again. And this time, say it right.” He repeated his previous words. Your fingers uselessly curled onto the wall and each slap to your rear was sending electric pleasure up your nerves. Lloyd wasn’t a name to be moaned so it was better to call him what he wanted. And you definitely hadn’t thought about it before, nope.

“I’m sorry daddy!” You squealed. Your ass was positively burning by now and you were loving the buzz. He pressed his fingers on your heated cheek as he purposely squeezed it. “Hmm. Now that’s a good girl. You gotta remember that you aren’t the superior here. All I have to do is spank that bratty ass of yours and you turn into daddy’s whore.”

His lewd words were making you feel things you couldn’t possibly describe. There was a joy in submission that you hadn’t ever felt before and likely wouldn’t ever feel after. “Aww are you getting all shy one me? I bet you’re fucking wet like a slut down there, aren’t you?”

His fingers dipped into your folds and you moaned when his fingers rubbed over your swollen clit. “I thought you had better manners than that. No worries though, I’ll teach you. When I ask you something, you answer. Now be a good girl and say, yes daddy.”

“Yes daddy.” You followed his order. You spread your legs further apart to give him better access as he rubbed your folds. He rubbed tight circles over your sensitive nub and you shuddered. He ensured you were thoroughly wet before entering you with two thick fingers.

Your legs shook as he set a hard pace in fingering you. You tried holding onto the smooth wall before curling your fingers in his navy blue jacket. He pumped his fingers fast and hard and you could hear the lewd noise it made. “You hear that squelch? I really think you wanted this to happen.” He mocked.

His hand had slipped down to your hips and he was holding you in position as he fucked you with his fingers. Your entire body was shaking with the precision of this act. He scissored his fingers and you moaned out. He pulled out his fingers before you could cum and you leaned your head against the wall.

You could hear the distinct sound of unzipping and his groans as he pulled out his cock to rub against your folds. He slathered your slick clinging on his fingers to his cock before pushing into you. He didn’t go easy this time and pushed in a single stroke, making you lose balance.

Your eyes rolled back at the stretch as this was probably the thickest cock you’d ever had. You knew his fingers were going to leave bruises behind as he held you tight while ramming into you like a man possessed. His heavy grunts and moans were music to your ears.

“Good girl.” Your breath hitched at his praise. “Taking my fat cock so well, as if you were made just for it.” His thrusts were unrelenting and hard. “You shouldn’t worry your pretty little head going after big cases when you can do just this, keep my cock warm.”

You were standing on your tip toes and you could feel his pants against your heated ass and all this only added to the sensations crawling up your spine. Lloyd was nailing your spot perfectly and fucking little whimpers and moans out of you.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release and you clenched down on Lloyd. “Are you gonna cum, princess? You gonna cum on daddy’s cock? I can feel you squeezing my cock so well. Go ahead and cum for me baby.”

You hadn’t ever thought you’d cum on command, but here you were writhing on Lloyd’s cock. Your entire body trembled and you probably babbled nonsense as you rode the high of your orgasm. You felt like a firecracker set by Lloyd.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna keep you full and dripping with me.” He gave a shout as he came inside you while you were still riding the aftershocks. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he started losing rhythm of his thrusts and settled deep within you.

You both panted hard as you stood still without moving. You could feel his cum leaking from the side of his cock despite it plugging you up. You let out a long breath as he pulled out slowly. You leaned your head against the wall thinking this was over, but how wrong you were.

Lloyd bent a little and spread your folds apart to see his cum dripping out of you. He dipped his fingers in the mess and you squirmed with sensitivity. He swapped up the mixture of his cum and your slick and brought it front of your mouth and obediently let him push it past your lips.

“Good girl. Just one session and you’re learning so well.” You closed your eyes and mindlessly sucked. You didn’t even realise that a few tears had slipped past your eyes until Lloyd licked the tear tracks. “But you have so much to learn, and the night’s still young.”

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deliciousangelfestival · 1 year

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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.

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Hello Alice! Lloyd and princess have been living in my head rent free lately 😍 and it’s got me thinking (please no pressure ever to answer any of my silly little asks!) what do you think princess would do/how would she feel after all this time apart and after everything that’s been going on if she thought Lloyd had sleep with someone else during this time apart?

Thank you for sharing your stories with us! I’m so excited for what’s next to come with these two❤️

Author’s Note: @drabblewithfrannybarnes 🥰

Thank you so much for this lovely ask! I wish I was a faster writer, but alas… that will never be my lot in life. 😭 Instead of doing Kinktober, I’ve been working on improving my short story skills this month, which led to me revising this several times. And by revising I actually mean starting from scratch three times in a row.

I’d challenged myself to keep trying until I had gotten it just right, so it was very satisfying to look at this draft and realize I was finally happy with it. Thank you so much for motivating me to write this, please enjoy! 💙🩵🤍

If He Wanted To, He Would…

“Hey Princess? Can you fix my phone?”

You were stirring honey into your tea, watching the clump slowly dissolve, when Lloyd made his request. He stood by the door wearing athletic shorts and a blue quarter zip, frowning at his phone.

“I thought you were going on a run.”

Lloyd grunted, tapping the screen. The line between his eyebrows appeared.

If this phone issue prevented him from going on his run you were going to lose your mind. Thanks to the stalker situation, your alone time was extremely limited. Only when Lloyd jogged the trail encircling the cabin were you allowed the luxury of complete solitude. He jogged three times a week and each excursion guaranteed you at least an hour of alone time. Without these breaks you’d go insane.

“Why don’t you take my phone instead?”

“My email isn’t synching. I’m trying to make sure the email I sent to Bishop went through.”

“I’ll fix it. Here, you can use my phone.”

Lloyd scowled at the offending device. “I didn’t even mess with it this time. Why is it doing this?”

You held out your phone. “Just take mine.”

“Do you think it’s the wifi?” Lloyd asked.

“You can borrow my AirPods, too,” you said.

“I never run with headphones in and neither should you.”

“That’s something you will never, ever, have to worry about.”

Lloyd smirked as he exchanged phones with you. “Right, I forgot who I was talking to. Good luck with that thing, I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

When he was gone you collapsed on the couch. Finally, the sanctity of solitude. You basked in the silence for a minute before turning your attention to repairing his phone. There were no issues in the app settings or the phone settings, so you tried restarting it. After clearing the cached data, you removed his account and added it again, without success. Then you updated the app and, much to your relief, the email finally synched.

You’d just finished the installation and locked his phone when it buzzed. A text appeared on his lock screen, visible in the preview window.

Don’t worry about Michael. He isn’t the jealous type.

You stared at the message, baffled, like a puppy encountering its reflection for the first time, perplexed by the inexplicable sight. Who was Michael? Perhaps some context would help. You opened the message app and scrolled back through his previous messages with the sender, April Ward.

Their first message was dated about two weeks ago, right after Lloyd had returned from Idaho.

Seeing you on Friday… I love you… don’t worry about Michael… he isn’t the jealous type…

April Ward was his ex-girlfriend. What had happened between them in Idaho?

You hadn’t questioned the limited contact you’d had with him at the time, but now it felt like a huge red flag. Your stomach twisted into knots.

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Twenty-five minutes had passed. Lloyd would be home soon and you still didn’t know what you were going to say. Your thoughts were chaotic. You felt naive, foolish, and gullible.

You had believed he was grieving and settling his father’s affairs. You had assumed he was too busy to call you or that his phone was out of service range. You were such a sucker. Hurt and anger vied for dominance inside of you, but neither gained enough ground to claim victory. The emotions were deadlocked and trapped in the middle of them, all you felt was numb.

Distantly, you recognized that you were in shock. Of course you were in shock. It was a shocking development. This wasn’t the Lloyd you knew. He’d never let you down before. In spite of his rough edges, he was always honest with you, even when it came to difficult topics; especially when it came to difficult topics.

How had he become this person, someone capable of such an ugly betrayal? When had your best friend turned into your enemy?

You didn’t hear the creak of the door’s hinges, but at Lloyd’s voice, your head snapped up. Your lip curled into a snarl.

Lloyd stopped short. “Princess? What’s wrong?”

“Who’s April Ward?”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled through his nose.

“She’s a veterinarian who treated a sick calf for me a few weeks ago. Why?”

“Liar. April is your ex, I read your texts.”

“Princess, it’s not what you think-”

You hissed. “Stop! Stop lying to me! You cheated, didn’t you?! Just admit it!”

“I’m not lying!”

Without thinking, you flung the phone at him. Lloyd ducked and it hit the wall, then clattered to the floor.

“Calm down!” Lloyd barked.

“No! Tell me what happened!”

“It wasn’t on purpose-”

“You slept with her by accident?! Come on!”

“I didn’t cheat, Princess! Listen to me! I didn’t intend to see April. There was a sick calf, so I called the vet, who turned out to be my highschool girlfriend.”

“And then you slept with her.”

Lloyd snarled. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

Your chin lifted. “She cares about you.”

“We dated in highschool, okay? That’s all. For the record, the last time I slept with her, you weren’t even alive!”

“Are you insulting my age, or yours?”

Lloyd threw his hands up. “Neither. Forget I said that. Here’s what happened on Friday: I called for a vet and April showed up. She treated the calf, we had a drink in the kitchen and talked for a few hours. When we finished talking she went home.”

“What are you leaving out of this story?”

“Nothing!”

“Did you have sex in the kitchen?”

“There was no sexual contact, there was barely even physical contact!”

You zeroed in on his last point. “Ha! So you did something with her, didn’t you?!”

“There was a kitchen table between us for 90% of the evening. She reached across it and touched my hand while we were talking. Later, I hugged her goodbye. That was the extent of our physical contact.”

His delivery was fluid. The words were crisp and his tone of voice was even. That should have comforted you. Instead, it made you even more suspicious.

“Princess, I can only tell you this in so many ways: nothing happened. Believing it is up to you.”

“If nothing happened, then why didn’t you tell me that you’d seen her?”

“I don’t like talking about that period of my life… and… maybe because I didn’t know how to approach the subject.”

You stared at Lloyd, torn between doubt and trust.

He sighed. “I know it looks bad. If our roles were reversed, I’d react the same way, but I swear it was nothing more than old friends catching up.”

“Fine. I believe you.”

He looked relieved for a split second before you continued.

“But keeping this from me was a betrayal in itself.”

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd said.

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You were still curled up in the rocking chair on the porch when dusk faded into night. As a concession to the dropping temperature, you’d draped a blanket around your shoulders. The nights were getting colder as autumn approached.

If he wanted to, he would. If he wanted to, he could.

You’d always considered Lloyd to be honest, at least with you, before today. Now you wondered about the veracity of that assumption. As you examined your reasoning, the uncomfortable truth crystallized. Lloyd was capable of cheating on you. He was certainly sneaky enough. Keeping secrets and guarding his emotions were Lloyd’s greatest strengths. He was a master in the art of lying. Half-truths, omissions, fabrications, he could do it all and conventional ethics didn’t mean much to him. He lied as easily as other people breathed - those were the cold, hard facts.

Reality slapped you in the face, unraveling the sense of trust you’d previously had in Lloyd. In an abstract way, you’d always known he was ruthless, but now you appreciated how easily he could rip your heart out if he wanted to. Him wanting to wasn’t even a requirement, all it would take was a moment of carelessness.

You didn’t know what you were feeling more: hurt, anger, or fear. Each emotion claimed a part of your heart, splitting it into three equal pieces. The feelings swirled, a vortex of negative thoughts that sucked you into a whirlpool of despair. Your mood dropped as quickly as the temperatures. Soon, chilly air nipped at your nose and ears. You drew the blanket tighter in an effort to conserve warmth.

The door creaked and you heard Lloyd’s footsteps approaching, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

“It’s getting cold, Princess. You need to come inside.”

You ignored him.

“Princess…”

You burrowed into the blanket, silently declaring your intent to remain where you were.

Lloyd sighed. “I don’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Too late,” you muttered.

“I can’t change the past, but I can give you access to my phone if you want. Is that a reasonable compromise?”

You turned to him, frowning.

“The problem isn’t access, Lloyd. I have that already. The problem is that I don’t want to keep you on a leash, I just want to trust you. Think about it from my point of view - if I’m going to have a meltdown every time one of your exes shows up, I’m in for a bad time.”

“April is my only ex-girlfriend,” Lloyd said.

“So, we’re back to lying, are we? I’m trying to meet you halfway, but if you keep-”

“She is, damn it! I never wanted a relationship before. You know I’m telling the truth, Princess. You were my closest friend for the past three years. When was my last relationship?”

Abruptly, the weight of evidence tilted in his favor. Your thrumming pulse slowed to a steady beat. Lloyd moved closer.

“Come on, Princess, you’re freezing. Let’s go inside.”

You shook your head. “I want to believe you, but I know how easily you can bend the truth.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Lloyd countered. “I’ve already synced my messaging app to your personal laptop and shared my location with you. If you let me, I’ll prove that you can trust me.”

He extended his hand and you hesitated, but took it and let him pull you to your feet. You let him lead you inside to the sofa, where he laid a throw blanket over your legs.

“You haven’t said whether you’ll give me a second chance,” he said.

You twisted your hands in your lap.

“I know that I misinterpreted your messages to April. That said, I’m not letting you off the hook for withholding information that would’ve put them in context. The root of the issue is that if you decided to cheat on me, I probably wouldn’t notice. You’re sly enough to get away with almost anything, if you set your mind to it.”

“Alright, but let’s take another factor into consideration,” Lloyd said. “The pool of women who actually want to sleep with me after they realize I’m an asshole is smaller than you think.”

“Oh, please. Give me a break, women drool over your ass every day.”

“Before they talk to me. Now, if we consider the pool of men who want to sleep with you… it’s large to begin with and once they get to know you, they’re even more interested.”

You snorted. “Should I sync my messaging app to your laptop?”

“No need, I already know your passwords. Are we good?”

“We’re not bad. I wouldn’t go as far as calling us ‘good,’ though.”

Lloyd nuzzled your temple. “I was telling the truth about April being my only ex-girlfriend.”

“It’s hard to believe, but… it tracks. I know you’re not used to explaining yourself, but if this arrangement between us is going to work, you need to.”

He relaxed. “I can do that.”

You snuggled into his chest, basking in the warmth you found there. His broad palm stroked up and down your spine and within a few minutes you were nodding off.

“How many ex-boyfriends do you have?” Lloyd asked.

Your eyes flew open. “Um… why?

“I just want to know how worried I should be.”

“You don’t need to be worried.”

“That’s not an answer, Princess.”

You licked your lips. “How far back do you want to go? Kindergarten? Middle-school?”

Lloyd scowled. “Kindergarten? How many boys are we talking about here?”

“I…” you broke off. “Hold up, how did we get on this topic?”

“That’s not important,” Lloyd said. “How many boys have you dated?”

You sat up. “That isn’t what you asked me. You wanted to know how many ex-boyfriends I had, not how many boys I’ve dated. Those are two different topics.”

His lips compressed. “Fine, then. How many boys have you dated?”

“I guess about…ugh…” You covered your face, groaning. “Do we have to do this? Trust me, you’re better off not knowing. My dating history is cringe-worthy.”

“I want a number, Princess.”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “I might need some scratch paper…”

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All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you.

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now.

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you.

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong.

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in.

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed.

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click.

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick.

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting.

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose.

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue.

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure.

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present.

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation.

There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word.

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.”

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him.

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.”

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough.

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back.

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked.

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you.

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you.

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold.

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal?

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for.

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole.

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat.

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up.

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in.

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking.

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction.

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet.

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.”

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs.

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth.

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time.

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him.

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth.

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more.

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place.

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over.

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust.

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you.

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace.

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick.

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest.

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe.

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life.

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core.

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear.

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears.

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy.

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock.

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved.

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter.

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick.

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck.

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock.

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows.

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue.

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down.

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art.

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there.

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap.

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly.

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

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mellowsaturns · 2 years

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you call it love but all i’m left with is this pain

LLOYD HANSEN X READER

warnings: dark themes, angst, fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, age gap, manipulation, gaslighting, lloyd being an asshole, slight mentions of six & reader, mentions of kidnapping and murder and death of parents, interrogation, codependency

word count: 1.4k

summary: after running away from lloyd hansen, he finds you and reminds you that where you belong was with him, always.

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The first thing you took note of when you started gaining consciousness was the loud ringing in your ear, aggravating your growing headache. You groaned, eyes slowly opening and closing at the blinding fluorescent lights.

“Morning, sunshine,” a voice called out. A voice that had you alert and awake in seconds. A voice belonging to no one other than Lloyd Hansen. He stood in front of you with a sickening smile on his face, and everything from last night came rushing back. He had somehow found you and took you—your efforts at fighting him off useless.

You tried to protest but your words only came out as muffled cries as you realized you were duct taped and bound.

He smirked before ripping the tape off, earning a painful cry from you. “What do you know about Sierra Six?” he demanded, tone changing in a matter of seconds.

“What the fuck? Are you insane? Let me go!” you screamed as you squirmed in your seat, the tightness of the rope digging painfully into your wrists and ankles.

“Let me ask you again sweetheart,” he said, patience running thin. “Sierra Six. What do you know about him?”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” you deadpanned.

“Really?” he hummed. “Intel says otherwise,” he said, grabbing the file from the table and throwing it towards you.

“I have to give it to you. You managed to fool everyone into thinking you got kidnapped when in reality, you ran away. Who woulda thought?”

You glared at him.

“You can change your hair all you want, but I will always know it’s you,” he mocked, shoving a blurry picture of you and Six taken by security cameras in your face. “So tell me, what were you doing with him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughed. “You know, the last time I saw you, you were more obedient. Always listening to me like the good girl you are,” he cooed, brushing a finger down your cheek and sending shivers down your spine.

Last time. It’s been a month since you ran away from Lloyd. A month since Six found you scared and shivering like a stray cat on the streets while he was on a mission and took you in and helped you, where an unexpected friendship developed between two broken people.

“Now,” he whispered, “now you’re a brat.”

“It was all your fault,” you spat.

“My fault?”

“Have you ever asked yourself why I did it?”

His jaw ticked.

“You’re insane. When they find me—” you paused.

He smirked. “Pumpkin, no ones finding you. Not even the son of a bitch you’re trying so hard to protect.”

And sadly, you know that's the truth. You could be anywhere right now, could be in any one of Lloyd’s untraceable bunkers.

You pulled at your restraints. “Why are you doing this?” Why didn’t you just let me go?

“I’m doing this to protect you.”

You scoffed, “Protect me? Go fuck yourself, Lloyd. You have never cared about me.”

“You know that’s not true. I care about you. You know I love you.”

I love you.

“Is this what you think love looks like?”

Maybe once upon a time, when you were young and naive—when you got too easily swayed by his sweet talk and promises—you would have believed that what you had with Lloyd was love.

And because you were a lovesick fool, you only saw what you wanted to see. Because the Lloyd you loved was also the Lloyd who had constantly hurt you.

Then you found out what he really did—who he really was—and that was the final straw.

All those nights when you voiced out your insecurities at your inability to form relationships with other people and his reassurances of: Don’t worry about them. I’m here. I’m always going to be here—when he was the reason your own friends disappeared, never talking to you again and why everyone you befriend suddenly goes missing.

All those nights when you cried about your parents and his reassurances of: They weren’t good people anyways, always neglected you. I’ll take care of you from now on. You have me—when he was the reason they’re gone, an unfortunate car accident the police told you. You never noticed the smug smile on his face as he held you tight to his chest.

Everything was a lie.

And that’s when you realized Lloyd never really loved you, not in a way you thought. What he really loved was your innocence, how easy you were. He was obsessed with you, obsessed with molding you into whatever he wanted—his sweet little pumpkin he would always say—where the bruises on your neck and fingerprints on your hips were the only reminders of his love.

“If this is not love, what is it?”

“It’s obsession you fucking psycho!”

“Watch your fuckin’ tone,” he snarled, nostrils flaring as he grips your jaw. “I spent a month killing everyone who played a role in your supposed abduction. Do you know how much blood was spilled because of you? How many nights I stayed up trying to find you? Everything I do is for you. Without me you would be dead. Is this not love?”

You flinched at his familiar tone, tears already pooling along your waterline and threatening to spill. You hated the control he still has over you.

He sighed. “The world’s a dangerous place, pumpkin,” he said, voice softening. “I only took care of everyone who wanted to hurt you. Remember what I told you? They weren’t any good. Don’t want the best for you like I do. And that includes the man you’re trying to protect. So tell me,” he coddled, holding your face in the palm of his hands, “what do you know?”

“What are you going to do to him?” you whispered, voice quivering.

“That doesn’t concern you,” he said, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, “you just need to know that no ones gonna love you like I do.”

Even after everything, you hated how you still clung onto his words. That somehow, even away from him, he was all you ever saw when you closed your eyes; heart aching in pain, heart mending in comfort all because of him—because he was all you’ve ever known. Love was pain.

“You have to promise me you’ll untie me if I tell you. And… and please don’t punish me for running away,” you begged.

Lloyd was quiet for a moment, contemplating. “’Course,” he stated, knowing he had bigger things to worry about right now, “you have my word.”

“He… he’s going to Prague right now. That’s all I know. I promise,” you said, defeated. You hoped he really was uncatchable like he claimed he was.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, patting your head.

After sending a quick message on his phone, he made his way over to you and untied the ropes, looming over you. Taking your wrists in his hands, he rubbed gently, trying to soothe the pain. “You know I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he sighed, “but you know the rules,” hinting to the scratch on his face, the only harm you were able to inflict on him when he came for you.

“Bad girls get punished,” you finished like you always do. But really, this was just his way of reminding you of the power he has. To never leave him again. That today was a mercy. That he will always find you.

He nodded in approval, happy that remanents of him still remained. “That’s right. It’s also for your own good, you understand?”

You nodded slowly, earning a proud smile from Lloyd.

His smile was more sinister than you remembered.

He led you outside to the bare, empty and dead silent surrounding. “Take her back home,” he demanded to the figure leaning against the car, whom you recognized was Nick Fowler—the only person Lloyd trusted with you—you think you’d be seeing him plenty now.

“Got some business to take care of. I’ll be back for you, my sweet little pumpkin,” he promised while grabbing your hand, rubbing your pinky where your matching signet ring used to be.

He kissed your forehead before you got into the car. And as you faded from view, he smiled, knowing he won once again like he always does.

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a/n: for all my nick fowler apologists out there, i hope you liked the cameo ;)

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕

pairing: Demon!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

concept: There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: dark themes, knife play, dreams lust, soft dubcon, kidnapping, nicknames ─ (Sunshine, Cupcake)

a/n: My small daydream entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge I had an old wip for a demon and Lloyd decided it was time to write for him.

lovely betas: @lunarbuck

line divider: @s-tarksintern

moodboard and gif made by me but shoutout to @sgt-seabass for giving me the screen caps for Mr. Lloyd!

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In him, he is restoring and preserving your soul.

The dull numbness that had struck when a tranquilizer shot you while you were running had mostly dissipated, leaving only a slight burning sensation.

You were blindfolded, gagged, and tied to a chair.

Your ears pricked, and you listened for any movement from anywhere, trying to control the panic in your body.

Your only memory was getting on the plane, seeing the clouds, and noticing a stache.

Silence. Silence engulfed the room.

Twisting around, you felt a loose knot behind your back.

This was it. There’s a window.

You smiled as you slowly freed yourself from that knot.

While you hurriedly removed your blindfold and gag, you looked around in the semi-darkness, trying to recall the last few hours, but you weren't able to see much.

As you slowly counted to ten, half of your vision gradually returned until you could see definite objects and your surroundings clearly. The roar of ocean waves and water rocking back and forth could also be heard.

“Well, hello there, Pumpkin! The figure spoke as light flooded his face. Your eyes glazed over his diamond-like check polo t-shirt and shiny ring on his finger as he slowly caressed your face, you noticed his blue eyes, lustful eyes.

Game pieces make up his world, and you are its center

It's that voice. You could hear the demon's voice. It was almost ten years ago, when you were in your twenties, that you sold your soul to this voice.

Demon Lloyd.

Having known why he was here, you knew your time was running out. Since you didn't want to leave your lifestyle behind, you were about to deal in a contract with a higher demon to wash away Lloyd.

A smirk spread across his face. Open-mouthed dark-lusted kisses trailed across your jawline until your ear was submerged in his sultry breath.

Each word he spoke traveled along your ear's shell before biting into the lobe as he gripped the ear. The temperature of his hand at your waist lowered while a sharp cold sensation traveled along your thighs. “I'm collecting you, Sunshine. I've been waiting for you since the first day you came to me."

“I don’t like chasing you,” he said, sliding a knife on your skin. Your skin felt like it was melting. As you looked down, you saw your dress melting under the knife like fire and air, revealing your body to him.

The gasp that left your mouth elicited a sinister chuckle from his throat.

Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the knife allowed your body to breathe for him to see.

“Sunshine, you are all wet for me. See how close I am to your damp underwear. Have you thought about fucking me from the start? We are destined to be in harmony together. It was meant to be, my sweet sunshine." The way he put the knife handle into your pussy just enough to pass through the fabric of your underwear had you breathing heavily.

He overpowers all the damned with his mischief; you can moan and groan in bliss for him.

Feeling it, you wondered how his mouth and fingers would feel. Despite knowing demons had tails and hearing stories about humans and their sexual adventures with them, maybe you were curious to experience something other than a sharp knife.

Lloyd ground the knife into your thighs, balancing between light and painful.

The demon's only desire was to hear you groan his name as he held you tightly in his embrace.

As he squeezed your throat, kisses fell on your collarbone and the middle of your neck.

An echoing moan leaked out of your ears pumped blood through your body.

Suddenly the movement stopped, the blade flipped a second time, and your underwear met the same fate as your dress.

Lust and desire flooded his azure eyes.

"What should I do, use that smart mouth of yours or let you scream my name for the whole world to hear?” A glittering tip of the blade appeared under the starlight as the knife fell between his fingertips.

My touch will reveal how I will equal you

A moan from your lips fell into his mouth like a sealed contract. He retreated with a smirk that hovered just high enough above your head to escape your grasp.

Your skin was marked by the wind around his fingers, knife, and kisses.

You could feel it blowing like a plane flying into clouds.

This was not real.

Dreams.

There was a strong wind blowing, shattering windows and tearing apart the wind, even destroying the desire.

A sudden flickering of lights and screams from your jet caused you to awaken.

Upon waking, you realize everything was a cloudy dream.

The lustful dream is still clouding your mind when that voice speaks again. You're sure you're not sleeping this time. As you attempt to calm your breathing, you hear his voice.

A scratching comes from the outside of the plane on the side of the window.

Shadowy clouds are all you see around you, along with the golden ring in the reflection. Your breath becomes heavier, and the air ices over. Slowly turning around, you see him again.

There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.

There is a rapidity in his movements. You feel euphoria creeping up in your chest as everything tightens.

He digs his fingers into your hips, flips you onto his lap, rests one hand on your cheek and slowly runs his lips along yours. He hums, "Such a pretty Sunshine. Surrender yourself to me!"

Lloyd bites your lower lip before tracing his finger slowly down to your pussy.

As you closed your eyes, he had you.

In return for a decade of freedom, you gave him your soul for eternity.

“Cupcake, spread your legs. You’re now going to see my true form.”

As he licks his lips, he focuses on your bare skin, and you see his tail on your legs.

Your tongue is filled with scorching moans.

As the world flips, desire demon paint greets you in an unending sky

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branded-witha-j · 2 years

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Firecracker

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

WC: 4.4k

Warnings: non/dub con, kidnapping, methods of torture, spitting, biting, butterfly knife, violet wand, double dipping, anal, fingering, forced orgasm, mockery. Dark Lloyd, but that's just the norm.

18+ only! Please heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Not beta read. All fuckups are my own.

The restaurant is nearly deserted, only a single patron lingering by the bar. He nurses a glass of whiskey, swirling the remains in the bottom of the tumbler. With a crisp haircut and an equally pristine mustache, the thing that makes him stand out the most is his choice of clothing. The flashy print of his shirt is paired with white trousers, the outfit loud and obnoxious.

Just like the man wearing it.

You serve him a final whiskey with a message that the bar is closed and he sneers at you as he plucks the glass up from the napkin you placed five drinks ago.

"I'll leave when I'm ready, cupcake."

The cutesy nickname makes your teeth grit and you slap down the tab slip before you turn away. Busying yourself with a cloth and a stack of glasses on the opposite end of the bar, you glance up at the clock. It's well past closing. With a frustrated sigh, you wheel around to tell him it's time to pay and go. The words die in your throat, the stool where he perched now empty. Approaching, you toss the cloth down as you realize he left something behind, mouth falling open in shock as you lift up the stack of one hundred dollar bills. 100 one hundred dollars bill. 10 grand.

The shock of it makes an unexpected giggle bubble out of your chest and you clamp a hand over your mouth as you look around. He's gone, the place quiet, even though the music still plays over the speakers.

With the cash stowed away in the deep recesses of your bag, you lock up and rush to your parked car, looking around nervously. Falling into the driver's seat, you hit the button to lock the doors, and shove the bag behind the seat. When your fingers brush against something soft and warm, you open your mouth to scream, but a hand clamps over it. The seat belt whines as it's pulled hard, the excess used to loop around your neck and pin you firmly in place.

"Hi, cupcake." You freeze, eyes straining to look back. His palm covers the lower half of your face, pulling back to bring you even closer. You can feel his lips grazing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and sweet from the whiskey. You shake your head and he lets his hand drop to your jaw, fingers digging in painfully. "Did you get the tip I left?"

"If that's what you want, it's in the ba–"

His tongue clicks, a growl rumbling up along with a laugh.

"I'm not here for the money, honey." The bristle of his mustache tickles your ear, making you flinch away.

"Then what do you want?" You whine, both hands coming up to claw at the one gripping your jaw. He tightens until you cry out and drop them in defeat.

"Good girl." You hate the way his voice purrs. The sight of a gun makes you struggle, the silencer rubbing against your cheek.

You suck in a breath, preparing to scream, and he jostles you hard.

"Don't even think about it." Your jaw aches from his hold, neck burning from the seat belt. Groping with your right hand, you feel the little spray bottle in the console, fingers wrapping around it.

The man has been talking, but you haven't heard a word of it over your hammering heart.

"Are you listening–" The spray of hand sanitizer catches him in the face, his yell loud in your ear. "You stupid bitch!"

You get his hand loose from your throat, lurching forward, but still hung up by the belt. With a violent tug, he brings you back against the seat, pulling so tight you can feel it cutting into your skin. You try to speak, beg for him to stop, but the pressure in your head is unbearable.

"You really shouldn't have done that, cupcake." The butt of his gun comes down, catching you at the temple, and everything flashes until there's nothing but darkness.

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Excruciating pain is the first thing you notice, the blinding light the next. You wince, eyes pinching closed, and a hand slapping at your cheek forces you to open them. The man stands before you and a broad smile appears as your eyes meet.

"Well well well, look who decided to join us." You try to pull back, but restraints keep you firmly in place.

"Why–" Your voice is hoarse and cracks from the simple question.

"Ralphie." His answer is just as simple and you shake your head.

"I haven't seen him in over a week. He said he had to disappear–"

"Oh, I've seen him. And he told me to talk to you." A long finger taps you on the nose.

"Me? But I–"

"Cut the shit! I know all about you." The table you're strapped to lurches sickeningly as he stomps on a pedal near the floor, releasing the lock. You swing up, coming to a jarring stop, the straps burning where they meet skin.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your head hangs down, avoiding his gaze. Snagging your hair at the crown, he yanks it back, leaning into your vision.

"Oh, I think you do. And I'm gonna get it out of you one way or another. Do you understand?"

You refuse to acknowledge him, the man's eyes dropping down to your open mouth. Before you can close it, he spits, giggling as you begin to struggle. You can feel him on your tongue, teeth grinding together as your nostrils flare with rapid, heavy breaths.

"What's the matter?" His eyes flash and widen, his tone mocking. "Not into that?"

You glare back at him silently, still feeling his saliva pooled on your tongue.

"Well, get comfortable, we're just getting started."

He releases your hair and you slump forward with a groan. The man paces back and forth, stopping to hook his finger under your chin. You try to jerk your face away, but he catches you with his thumb and fingers, pinching at your cheeks until your lips pucker. His eyes are intense, pupils blown as delight shines through them. He's enjoying this, a voyeur to the confusion and fear that consumes you.

"I'm Lloyd." He introduces himself, a toothy grin following the introduction. You glare at him, shoulders doing their best to shrug.

"And? You want to be friends?" Even you surprise yourself with your snarky answer, Lloyd shoving your head to the side as he releases it.

You watch him cross over to a small table, an assortment of items ranging from snacks to tools making your eyes widen briefly. Plopping down into a chair, he crosses his legs, leaning over to grab a chocolate covered almond from a glass bowl. Chewing thoughtfully, he reaches for a manila folder, perching it on his thigh as he reaches for another treat. The folder flips open, whatever is on the pages a mystery to you.

When Lloyd says your full name, the muscles tense in your body, but you try not to give away the sudden fear that churns in your gut. Your address is next, a sharp inhale burning in your chest. He has everything; your social, your DOB, your blood type, even going as far as to give the results of your last pap smear.

"Squeaky clean." Lloyd muses, humiliation making your eyes drop. Dropping his leg, he moves to stand up, but feigns dramatically, as if he has forgotten something so important. Tearing a page from the folder, he lets the rest fall to the floor, stepping on the scattered papers as he stands. You stare at the floor, refusing to look at him, but you can feel the heat from his body, a pleasant, expensive cologne distracting you.

"How's your Mom doing? Breast cancer, huh?"

Your head jerks up and you struggle at the restraints.

"And your Dad? Just retired after almost 50 years on the force." Lloyd snorts, holding out the paper as if he's reading Shakespeare. "Brother following in Daddy's footsteps. Sister a teacher. I guess they figured one of you had to be a dud."

Eyes burn with tears as your head drops, his words biting more than his fingers as they dig into your jaw to force you to look at him.

"Honestly. Who goes to college and studies Lit for–" Lloyd checks the paper. "5 years?!? Jesus, just get a fucking library card. Would've been a lot cheaper."

His mocking continues as he begins to circle around the table, reading more information from the paper.

"And a girl that loves it up the ass?"

You flinch, your heart thundering in your chest.

"Your nightstand could be a Toys R Us for adults. I expected a vibrator, there's always a sad little vibe hidden somewhere. But, you have an impressive collection. Is that why Ralphie disappeared? Couldn't handle you?"

Leaning down, his giddy face fills your vision. Standing back up, he snags your hair, and slams your head back against the table.

"Lloyd–" You yelp out his name and he darts into your vision again, brows arched expectantly.

"Want to give up already?"

His smile is taunting, your frown deepening. Before you can stop yourself, you spit in his face. Stepping back, he scoffs in amused surprise, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. Slowly, he dabs at his face, carefully folding up the cloth before returning it to where it came from.

"I knew you'd be a fun little firecracker."

He reaches into his pocket again, but a following metallic whisper makes you flinch, the table rattling. Lurching forward, Lloyd presses against you completely, his warmth comforting. The hair of his mustache tickles your lips and you tumble into the depths of his eyes. They're blue, the color almost eaten up completely with black.

And then he's gone, stepping back to twirl the knife in his hand. Eyes trail up and down your body, taking in your wrinkled blouse and torn dress pants.

"Let me guess," His finger points up and down your body. "Express? No. Target? Old Navy?"

Your humiliation returns and Lloyd revels in it, smiling smugly as he steps closer. Slipping between the two pieces of fabric held closed by buttons, he drags the blade up until he pops one free. Another and another button pings away, bouncing across the floor until your blouse hangs open.

The bra underneath isn't cheap and Lloyd's eyes alight with excitement as he takes it in. Tracing the tip over the lace, he brings the edge against the band that holds the cups together. Eyes flicker up to yours and he smiles, pulling away the blade. Stepping back, he drags the nearby table closer, gently placing the knife down. Turning back, you expect to see another instrument of torture in his hands, but they're empty.

He's close again, parts of his body brushing against yours, and you jolt as his hands lift to frame your breasts. Cheeks burn, eyes looking anywhere but at him, and a snorted laugh makes you cringe.

"Why are your nipples hard?" Before you can deny him a response, palms slide over, fingers curling under the cups. With a tug, your tits fall out, the rigid underwire tucked under them like a shelf. Lloyd hums, stepping back to get a better view, and his thumbs trace over the hard peaks.

He's gentle, taking his time to acquaint himself with your skin, his hands coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. The table rattles as you try to pull back, but have nowhere to go.

"Do they match?" He smirks as he pops the button open, a pointer finger and thumb closing around the zipper tab. He's slow, eyes locked with yours, and you glare back until he breaks contact to look down. "They do."

He crouches, tugging the pants down your hips, knuckles grazing your thighs as he pulls them down to web at your feet. Fingertips slide up your skin as he stands, an exhale prefacing a dreamy smile. Not saying a word, he turns his broad back to you, messing with the items placed on the table. Turning back, he holds up a wand, the thin length ending with a small glass ball.

"What is th–" The ball doesn't even make contact with the skin of your stomach and a shock makes you yelp out. Lloyd chuckles and hold up the wand, turning it in his hand.

"This is gonna make you sing, little bird."

He brings it close again, your stomach sucking in to avoid the contact. Clicking his tongue, Lloyd steps closer and traces the tip along the hem of your panties. With each pass, the jolt gets easier, and you're trying to catch your breath when the gusset of your underwear is pulled to the side.

"Wait!" But he doesn't listen, bringing the wand close to your mound, a whimper choked down. Lower he goes until the lips of your pussy keep him from really getting to what he wants the most. Crouching down, Lloyd uses his free hand to spread you open, a groan floating up from where he's knelt.

"Well, that's unexpected." His thumb swabs over your clit and your whimper comes out this time, hands twisting and turning in the cuffs. "It would seem you're enjoying yourself, cupcake."

You shake your head, but his fingers are slick with evidence, a growl rumbling from below. The zap makes you scream, the ball hovering over your swollen clit. He has yet to make full contact, and he holds you open while circling around your bud. Your cunt pulses, the pleasure forced out of you with each pass of the wand.

You scream at full contact, bucking forward so hard the table groan in protest. Slapping a hand against your pelvis, Lloyd holds you in place as you come. The swell of your release is agony, but nothing compared to how it feels as you try to come down. The wand blocks relief, instead bringing with it a pain that can only be harvested from pure torture. You scream for him to stop, thighs rippling from violent shivers.

Standing, his face comes close to yours, his breath sweet from the chocolate. The wand remains in place and you beg him, eyes locked and pleading. His smile is broad, eyes dropping down to your panting mouth. His kiss is rough, teeth clacking together, and you scream against him as the wand pushes you over again. It hurts, even when he finally pulls it away, replacing it with his fingers. Rubbing at you furiously, you try to clamp your thighs together, trapping him between them.

The kiss is deep, his tongue swirling around yours until he pulls back with a wet pop. The skin above your mouth is reddening from his mustache, lips swollen and tender. Locking his free hand around your throat, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers relentless against your clit. He's agony laced with pleasure, long, deft fingers working you over and over until you slump.

"Had enough?" You don't respond, teeth gritting as he forces your head back up.

"Fuck you." You don't have the strength to do more than hiss it at him. Pulling back, Lloyd tilts his head, looking you up and down.

"If you insist." Stomping his foot, the table falls back, your head swimming and dizzy. You feel a tug at your wrists and your arms come together, a double ended bolt snap locking them in place. The tugging resumes at your ankles and the table swings with another stomp, your body dropping onto the hard floor.

It knocks the wind from your lungs, dust puffing up as you cough and wheeze against the concrete. Hands scoop under your arms to lift you upright, your back meeting his front as he walks you across the room. He carries you as if you weigh nothing, stopping and circling around to your front. You sway in place, and his hand wraps around the clasp, lifting your arms over your head. Hooking them in place, he breaks contact, forcing you to balance on the tips of your toes. You sway and twist, his hands settling on your sides to still the motion.

The muscles of your arms burn with quick fatigue, calves cramping as you try to keep all your weight from your wrists. Letting his fingers drift down, they curl under the waistband of your panties and he peels them down. He follows, crouching behind you, and works them and your pants loose from your ankles. You lose your balance, swaying wildly, and his hand at your hips stops it. His face is now level with your ass, thumbs digging into each cheek to spread them.

You struggle as the whisper of his mustache ghosts along your skin, teeth burning as he sinks them into flesh. He bites harder and harder, right to the point of breaking skin, and then lets go. Admiring the dents his teeth left, he slowly rises, right hand trailing and stopping at the cleft of your ass.

"Let's see if you like reality over fantasy." The pad of his middle finger cuts down between your cheeks, seeking out your tight hole. Lloyd exhales deeply at the feel of the taut skin, pressing at the narrow opening until it accepts him. You hiss, trying to ignore the stinging sensation, and it disappears along with his finger. His saliva hits right on target and he swirls it around before shoving his finger as deep as it will go. You moan, leaning forward, and his free hand comes up to roughly cup a breast, slamming you back against him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The second finger sinks in to join the first and the stretch makes your legs tremble.

"Fuck–" The word comes out breathless and a breathy chuckle by your ear has you tensing.

"The way I see it, you have two options. This can hurt or I can make it feel really good." His fingers pump in and out of your ass as if to emphasize his point. "So, doll, what's it gonna be?"

You're exhausted, broken, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks. Your body wars with itself, your pussy throbbing at every move that he makes. Your scream is loud, the third finger stretching you open.

"Good– Please!" You beg, trembling as his intrusion burns with each rock of his wrist. Without removing his fingers, he freezes, chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I missed that. What do you want?" He shoves his fingers as deep as they'll go when you take too long. Whimpering, you give him your answer loud and clear.

"Good. I want you to make me feel good."

You cry out as he abruptly removes his fingers, pulling the handkerchief from his pants to wipe his hand. Once done, he wads it up, shoving it into your mouth instead of his pocket.

"Now," He stops before you and pulls his shirt over his head before continuing. "My definition of good might be different than yours, so bear with me."

Folding his shirt, he places it on the nearby chair, hands meeting at his belt to work it open. Pulling it free from the loops with a hard tug, he drapes it over the back of the chair. Loosening the button and pulling down his zipper, he leaves the pants as they are and steps before you. Cupping your cheek, he pulls your face up, leaning down to speak.

"Which hole am I going to ruin first?" His question must be rhetorical, your teeth gritting together.

"Just fucking do it, Lloyd. I'm sick of your games." Your frayed nerves force the words out and he chortles into your face. Hands clap on your ass, lifting you easily, and you wrap your legs around him out of reflex, afraid of being dropped. You can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against the cotton of his briefs. Keeping one hand splayed wide against your lower back, he dips the other into his pants, pulling his cock free.

You watch, unable to look away, his length hard and soft against your mound. You tremble, not from the pull at your wrists, but from the ridge of his tip as he pulls his hips back enough to slice it between your plump lips. Nudging your clit, you jolt, the crystal clear liquid weeping from his slit smeared against the swollen nub.

It feels like time is stolen, his teasing pushing you to the brink, only to be denied over and over again. You suck in a shuddering breath, trying to find enough air to demand he stop torturing you. The pressure at your entrance as his tip catches against it has you struggling, both of his hands cupping your ass as he sinks into you. He burns, stretching you open inch by inch until he's buried as deep as your body will allow. There's so much more he has to give, but you take all you can, his pelvis grinding against yours until you're panting.

"Who would have thought the Lit major would have such a tight little pussy?"

You close your eyes, shaking your head, and teeth dig into your bottom lip as he pulls back until just his tip remains. Thrusting up, you pull with your burning arms, trying to run from him, but strong hands bring you back down. Your cervix takes the brunt of his effort, the clasp grinding against the hook as he pounds into you. Letting your head dip down, it rests on his chest, hot breath panted against his skin.

Rutting into you, sweat erupts across his chest, your own just as slick. All you can feel is Lloyd. All you can smell is Lloyd. He thrives on the sounds of your screams and your impending demise motivates him. When he hikes you up, your hands fall from the hook, your arms dropping to circle his neck. You're moving, the table slamming down just in time for him to pin you against it. Throwing his entire weight onto you, he pounds into you furiously, a hand coming up to throw your arms up and away, his head ducking down.

Teeth sting at your nipple, the sharp tug making you keen. He leaves marks across the soft flesh, biting down and holding on as he pistons his cock in and out. The table protest as it scoots across the floor, the locked wheels unable to stop Lloyd's violent thrusts.

You can feel the heat between your legs, your slick dripping down between your cheeks and soothing your abused hole. His promise to make you feel good seems lost in his own selfishness, your hands balling into fists before you swing your arms down to strike at him. Wild eyes meet yours as he takes the first hit and easily dodges the second.

"You want it rough? Huh?" He darkly chuckles, tearing back from you, your cunt feeling open and empty. Seething and panting, Lloyd glares at you, hands on his hips. His cock bobs, shiny and rigid. You can only focus on it, kicking out as he moves close again. Catching you by the ankle, he tugs hard, pulling you from the table. The wind is knocked out of you once again, the cuffs used to lift and flip you onto your stomach. His weight presses over you and you can feel him between your cheeks, his body shadowing yours.

Suddenly you wish for his fingers again, his head probing at your ass until he can feel the ring of muscle.

"There it is." Lloyd sighs out, pushing forward until his tip is swallowed up. He groans, pushing up with his arms to look down. "Fuck, that's hot."

He pierces into your ass, giving you a few inches at a time. When he slams into you, making you take the rest, you scream out. His pelvis lies flush with your backside, his weight crushing you to the floor. Lowering his mouth to the shell of your ear, he growls as he pulls back and ruts into you. You expect words of humiliation to tumble forth, but he’s lost in the sensations, instead growling his appreciation into your neck. Pants web between his thighs, his bare pelvis clapping against your ass as he fucks you open. Your clit pulses, feeling neglected, and if you had your hands, you would use one to give yourself a reprieve. Instead, Lloyd does it for you, forcing his hand under until his palm cups your cunt. Dipping between your lips, the slightest contact makes you shake, your hands clenching into fists.

Pinching your clit, you come hard, shaking under him as he stops moving. Relief is followed by another sweet sting, his cock pulling from your ass and plunging into your cunt. He enjoys the swell of your release, rutting in tandem with each pulse of your walls. As you flutter down, he picks up the pace, pounding into you over and over again until you cry out his name. You gush around him, his groan of satisfaction joining the staccato of his hips. Wrapping a thick forearm around your neck, he pulls you back, looking down into your contorted face.

“Give me one more.” He nods as you shake your head, teeth clenching as he doubles down. You resist, trying to fight through it, but he gets what he wants in the end. Eyes roll back as you come, your moans mingling with Lloyd’s groans. His perfect rhythm stutters, growing erratic and sloppy. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”

With one final thrust, he spills into you, his cum hot and searing. Your fluttering cunt milks him, his seed leaking out from around his cock to the floor below. Rocking, he floats down, puffing out an exhale as he smiles.

“Goddamn.” Both of his hands lift to release your wrists, fingers twining with yours as you both huff. Kissing at the shiny skin of your shoulder, his mustache tickles as he nuzzles into your neck. Rolling onto his side, he brings you with him, arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Lloyd,” You sigh until he hums in response. “I’m keeping the money just for that Lit jab.”

He barks out a laugh, nipping at your shoulder, and lifts your joined hands to kiss at the raw skin of your wrist.

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vilentia · 1 year

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If Lloyd Hansen had a soft spot for you

Despite being a ruthless assassin, Lloyd Hansen has a soft spot for you.

Lloyd is intrigued by your intelligence and wit, finding your conversations stimulating and enjoyable.

You are one of the few people who can make Lloyd genuinely laugh, and he cherishes those moments.

When you are around, Lloyd's demeanor softens, and he becomes more relaxed and at ease.

Lloyd has a tendency to let his guard down around you, allowing you to see a more vulnerable side of him.

You are one of the only people whom Lloyd trusts completely, and he values your opinion above all others.

Lloyd is fiercely protective of you, and he would do anything to keep you safe.

Despite his tough exterior, Lloyd is a romantic at heart, and he enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures.

Lloyd finds your quirks endearing, and he loves learning new things about you.

You have a calming effect on Lloyd, and your presence alone can soothe him in times of stress.

Lloyd enjoys spending time with you, whether it's simply sitting in silence or going on a thrilling adventure together.

You have a unique ability to bring out the best in Lloyd, encouraging him to be more compassionate and empathetic.

Lloyd respects your independence and autonomy, and he would never try to control or manipulate you.

Despite his busy schedule, Lloyd always makes time for you and prioritizes your relationship above all else.

Lloyd is a good listener, and he always makes you feel heard and understood.

You are one of the few people who can challenge Lloyd intellectually, and he enjoys the mental sparring you engage in.

Lloyd is fascinated by your unique perspective on life, and he often seeks your advice and guidance.

You have a calming effect on Lloyd's temper, and you are often able to diffuse tense situations between Lloyd and others.

Despite his tough exterior, Lloyd is a deeply empathetic person, and he is moved by your kindness and compassion.

Lloyd is a bit of a romantic, and he enjoys surprising you with thoughtful gestures like bringing you your favorite food or flowers.

You have a unique ability to bring out Lloyd's playful side, and you often engage in friendly banter and teasing.

Lloyd is fiercely loyal to you, and he would never betray your trust or put you in harm's way.

Despite the danger of his profession, Lloyd always makes sure you are safe and protected, even going so far as to check in on you when he's away on missions.

You are one of the few people who can see past Lloyd's tough exterior and truly understand the kind-hearted person he is deep down.

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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What about stepdaughter reader who isnt innocent and likes getting fucked by step daddy lloyd even both doing it in hopes to get caught so she has lloyd to herself

hey honey! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it! I added a little twist at the end.

summary - you have been sleeping with your stepfather, and someone happens to catch you.

warning - smut, voyeurism, creampie, cheating, masturbating, semi-public sex, squirting.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut.” Lloyd growls, slamming into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, grunting at how tight you feel wrapped around his cock. “Not so fucking innocent, huh? You just love being fucked by your stepdad.” You grip the edge of the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Lloyd’s hand wraps around your throat, bending you backwards until your back arches. “You just had to tease me in the pool, didn’t you? You don’t even care that your mother is in the kitchen.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, and the thought of finally getting caught turns you on to no end. You had been sneaking around with your stepfather for a while now and wanted your mum out of the picture. “Daddy! It feels so good! I’m your slut!” You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds into you, splitting you from the inside and causing your walls to spasm. You push back into him, grinding your arse against his thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy. Better than anyone else.” You moan a little too loudly, but you don’t care. Too lost in pleasure to notice your neighbour Mr Levinson watching from his backyard, gripping his hardened member and slowly stroking it up and down to your moans and the sight of you getting fucked by your stepdad.

Lloyd grunts, picking up his pace. “I better be the only one your fucking.” He buries himself deep into you. His hand moves to the front of you and begins to rub your swollen clit, loving how you squeeze him. “You better cum around me, sunshine. Let your mum and the neighbours hear how hot you sound at getting fucked.” He fucks you harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch as his end approaches, but he holds back, wanting you to cum first.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddyyyyy!” You scream, throwing your head back as your walls clench and unclench around him, squirting around his thick member and into the pool. Your head falls forward, resting against the edge of the pool as Lloyd continues to fuck into you until he grunts and cums deep into you, burying into you until his cum leaks out.

“Fuck, sunshine. I hope you get fucking pregnant after this. I want everyone to know that I own you.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, slowly pulling out of your tight cunt and tucking himself back into his trunks.

You spin around and press a soft kiss to his lips. The two of you don’t notice your mum watching you through the window, a saddened but not shocked look on her face. Lloyd wraps your legs around his waist, holds onto you, caresses your cheek, and looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you, my little sunshine.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Ari grins darkly, his cum painted on the fence as he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans. He finally has something to use against the two of you to get what he wants. Maybe he and Lloyd can come to an agreement, perhaps even share you for when the two of them need a release.

thank you for reading!

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babyjakes · 4 months

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did something bad.

event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

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anitalenia · 9 months

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━━ 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

RATINGS — s , smut | f , fluff | a , angst | d , dark content

˖⁺ ⊹୨ let me make it better ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s, f ) ━━ your nerves were shot at hearing the yells of your beloved from downstairs. you sat up in your room, sulking in your own worry and fear… good thing lloyd hansen was there to make it all better. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ started: April 28 published: April 30 edited: yes ୨୧ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

˖⁺ ⊹୨ I want it all ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s ) ━━ lloyd and six wanting you to have their kids. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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sarahrogersevans · 2 years

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A Chance To Love - Lloyd Hansen fan fic

Summary: Lloyd falls for Y/N his servant & wants to prove that he can be gentle and cares for her.

Warnings: some swearing, angst, mentions of overthinking & being afraid. Let me know if I missed anything. Soft Lloyd.

Both in Y/N’s Pov and Lloyd’s

———-Y/N’s POV———

Working for a guy like Lloyd Hansen at first I was scared and always nervous around him and I never quite knew what mood he would be in but after a while Lloyd started treating me really well and started being really sweet and gentle though I wasn’t sure if he meant it but I started having feelings for him but wasn’t sure if I should say anything. But something happens that changes my fears.

Lloyd walked in the room and said “Y/N? when you have a minute could you come in my study?”

I jumped when I first heard his voice and said “of course Mr. Hansen I’ll be right there.”

I finished cleaning the kitchen and went to Lloyds’ study to find him sharpening his knives and I nervously said “M-Mr. Hansen what did you need from me?”

Lloyd smiled at me and put his knives down and got up and walked over to me and I was too nervous to look at him and he lifted my chin up with his thumb and index finger and said “hey hun do my knives scare you?”

The nickname he had for me made me blush & my cheeks heat up and I nervously nodded and said “did you need something from me?”

Lloyd said “I was gonna eat dinner but I don’t wanna eat alone, would you mind joining me bunny?”

I loved how soft Lloyd was being with me I never expected that he would wanna have me around much except for chores and cooking.

I said “I’d be happy to L- Mr. Hansen, what would you like me to make?”

Lloyd carefully rubbed my arm and said “oh no Y/N I’ll cook tonight it’s alright you deserve a break from work.”

I blushed and said “oh, thank you sir that’s very kind.”

—————- Lloyds’ POV—————

I made dinner for Y/N and myself and made plates for the both of us and saw Y/N sitting at the table quietly looking shy. I hope I can help her feel more comfortable around me, I started to fall in love Y/N & even though she’s my servant I cared for her but was I really worthy of being loved?

I set her plate down by her and said “here you go hon.”

I sat down by her carefully not to startle her and I watched her eat while I ate and I put my hand on her leg and rubbed my thumb back and forth and said “you’re quiet Y/N I hope you know that I won’t hurt you.”

Y/N smiled and didn’t seem to mind what I was doing so I moved closer to her and she put her hand on top of mine and I carefully took her hand and brought it up to my cheek and held it there and then kissed her hand and I rubbed her arm gently and looked her to watch to see if she felt uncomfortable at all but she just smiled.

I sighed and looked down and Y/N said “Lloyd what’s the matter?” Sounding concerned about me.

I looked at Y/N and I never really appreciated it before but she’s so beautiful and such a sweet young thing. I said “Y/N.. I know I’m your boss and that you might not trust me but.. I really care about you honey I could never harm you and I really care about you so much bunny but I just..would you still love me at my worst?”

Y/N smiled at me and put her hand on mine and said “I care about you as well Lloyd & yea of course I would, you’re worthy of being loved. I know deep down if you loved someone you would be the softest guy and so sweet to her.”

I looked over at her smiling not sure what to say so I just reached my arms out to hug her but she flinched and I said “hey no no no it’s ok would it be ok if I hugged you Y/N?” I know I’ve been an ass to her in the past but I didn’t want her worried I was gonna hurt her anymore.

Y/N shyly nodded and said “yes.. s-sorry just caught me off guard.”

I carefully wrapped my arms around her to hug her and whispered “hey no you don’t need to be sorry I know I’ve been a dick to you in the past but I won’t be that way with you anymore ok princess?” I held her close and forgot about everything else and just wanted Y/N.

———Y/N’s ——-

After we ate we went to his study to read and he made some small advances and would tease me which made me blush and I would just smile and I’m sure he knew I noticed what he was doing.

Then Lloyd moved closer cupped my cheeks in his hands and kissed me and said “bunny I just.. I love you so much I just never loved anyone before you but I wanted to you know that.”

I kissed him back and I moved my legs over to sit on his lap and I had my arms wrapped around his neck and we made out for a bit and I said “I love you too Lloyd I’m glad you told me, you’re so good to me and no one has treated me so well in a long time.”

Lloyd kissed my forehead and said “well you have me now princess.”

And from that moment I knew what Lloyd needed was a chance to love someone.

Ok so this was my first time writing a Lloyd Hansen fic so please be kind 🥺😅xx hope you enjoy 🤍 probably not my best fic I’ve written but I thought a soft Lloyd fic would be cute 🥰

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Hey Alice :) I know you did something already for Valentine’s Day where Lloyd spoiled princess but I was wondering what if the roles were reversed? Would princess 👑 do anything sweet for Lloyd? As always thank you so much for writing this amazing story 🥹

Thank you so much for this ask! 🥰

I had a lot of fun thinking about what Princess would do for Lloyd on Valentine’s Day if she were the one planning their celebration. I know for a lot of men it feels like a one sided bargain which is something a guy like Lloyd would find incredibly annoying. Of course he loves Princess, so his perspective on the holiday has shifted, but I feel like Princess would want to do something special for him, too.

When I was pondering the dynamics between the characters, I did a lot of thinking about that piece I wrote about Lloyd’s approach to Valentine’s Day. It’s clear that his plan for the day was mainly driven by his need for social validation. Yes, his overall goal was to please Princess, but his actions in the story centered around impressing her social circle and gaining attention. This is quintessential Lloyd Hansen behavior. He’s motivated by a very superficial type of recognition, because that’s all he’s ever known before.

Princess is very aware of this because she understands Lloyd and knows how to read him. That said, by the end of the day she was getting sick of the extravagance and the theatrical, exhibitionistic display it had become. She did appreciate his efforts, but what she really wanted was a personal connection that memorialized their relationship, not ones driven by external validation.

Side bar: The fact that Jenn was the one who realized the disconnect between Lloyd and Princess was so funny to me. Like, if you’ve read the backstory pieces you know Jenn and Lloyd absolutely despise each other. She really proved her devotion to Princess by going to Lloyd in private and re-orientating him in the right direction. It was kind of like watching the Grinch save Christmas. 😂

So, after all this reflection on what Lloyd’s take on Valentine’s Day represented to the characters, I came up with a plan for how Princess would choose to spend the holiday if planning it were up to her.

First, she wouldn’t try to steal Lloyd’s thunder by planning something for the actual date of Valentine’s Day on her own. Knowing how important it is to him to have center stage and step up to prove his worth as a boyfriend to her (and all of their friends and coworkers) she’d sit back and graciously indulge his extravagant public display of affection. Princess would wholeheartedly mask her desire for more intimate gestures in an effort to honor his intentions.

Which is why she would plan her own Valentine’s Day celebration… but in deference to Lloyd, she’d arrange it for the weekend after V-Day.

Her take on the holiday would prioritize their shared interests and revolve around activities they both enjoy, starting with a relaxing morning at the spa and a leisurely brunch. For the afternoon Princess would reserve a cozy spot at one of Lloyd's favorite restaurants for a late lunch, ensuring a quiet, private ambiance for uninterrupted conversation.

As for his gift, Princess would cater to Lloyd's interests, by arranging a golf trip to Myrtle Beach for him and his friends. The rest of their afternoon would be spent wandering through the D.C. botanical gardens, a favorite pastime of Princess’ that Lloyd has also come to appreciate. In the evening they’d go on a romantic sunset catamaran ride down the Potomac River to cap off the day.

The rest of their night unfolds at home. Having spent the day out on the town, Princess would opt for reheating leftovers at home over going out for a fancy dinner. After all, Lloyd’s homemade Coq au Vin from their Valentine’s Day meal is even better the second time around. Then they would cuddle up on the couch with their dinner as Lloyd picks out a movie for them to watch. When he suggests turning the weekend after Valentine’s Day into their own personal holiday, a warmth spreads through Princess’ chest.

For some, it would be devastating if their partners’ approach to celebrating a romantic holiday like Valentine's Day was very different from their own. However, at that moment Princess realizes that she’d never want to spend Valentine’s Day with anyone else. Despite the fact that they have incredibly different perspectives and values - something which could easily drive a wedge between even the strongest of couples - she and Lloyd somehow always come to a unique, peculiar state of equilibrium. They balance each other out, and in the end, that’s the best gift he could ever give her.

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