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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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flordeamatista · 6 months

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THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept: Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point.

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes.

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted.

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts.

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more.

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too."

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure.

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try."

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance.

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.”

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you.

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop.

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward.

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors.

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure.

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive.

“Open her up for me, Nick”

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd.

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along.

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you.

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body.

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

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paperweight91 · 5 months

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If the dribbles are open: what about some Soft!Lloyd? I am a hoe for him. The mustache... it’s a thing!

Ughhh my favourite Lloyd! I mean soft only for you Lloyd is the best Lloyd and I will not be told otherwise. 😊 I hope you like it! ❤️

You curled on the bed, unable to stop the tears as they flowed down your cheeks. Heaving a sob as you thought over what had happened today. Everything you had worked for suddenly gone in a blink of an eye. Curled in the fetal position and sobbing so hard your head hurt, you didn’t hear the bedroom door open, or the light steps of someone else.

You felt the warmth of him, and inhaled his strong spicy scent, before your registered who was there. Lloyd. He wrapped himself around you completely. Pulling you against his broad, firm chest. As your sobs began to die down, you could finally make out the words he was whispering into your ear. “Shh, sweet girl, calm down. You’re okay. I promise.”

You turned in his embrace and burrowed yourself into his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your cheek soothing you like nothing else does. You sighed and hiccuped, trying to compose yourself. Not daring to look him in the face. You had never been this, vulnerable, this weak in front of Lloyd. Would he think less of you? Would he soothe you, just to toss you away? You shuddered at the thought of losing Lloyd on top of everything else.

Lloyd stroked your hair off of your face and rolled onto his back, pulling you fully onto his chest. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? Or are you not feeling up to it yet?”

You peaked up at Lloyd, to see his concerned gaze staring straight at you. You quickly ducked back down to hide yourself. “I’m sorry.”

Lloyd hushed you, and stroked his fingers up your back. “Why are you sorry pumpkin?”

You still couldn’t look at him, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was concerned, not judging. That was good. “I know I’m not normally like this, I don’t want you to think..” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

“You don’t want me to think what? That something bad happened? ‘Cause let me tell ya, from the state of you something terrible happened.” Lloyd wrapped both arms around you tightly. “Why don’t we get into bed, and we can put on a movie and cuddle. How does that sound?”

“You don’t want to know what happened?” You finally looked up at his face, confused by his reaction. You had known Lloyd for a few months now. You knew you loved him, more importantly you knew he loved you. But this was the first time since you had gotten together that you weren’t feeling like yourself. Lloyd was a bit of an ass to, well everyone really. But he had this sweetness about him that always shocked you, like it did now. Like the time he saw you gazing longingly at a sweater online, so he bought one in every colour.

Lloyd’s lips twitched into a smile, and he pulled you up his chest. He nudged your nose with his own, smiling as your nose wrinkled from his moustache. “I do. But not right now, right now I just want to hold my girl.”

You pecked his lips lightly, before snuggling back down to listen to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm pulling you closer towards sleep. Wrapped in Lloyd’s strong and comforting embrace, you sighed at the peace you felt in that moment. The security of knowing Lloyd wasn’t going anywhere, despite how everything felt like it was falling to pieces.

#lloyd hansen x reader #soft!lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans #paperweight drabbles

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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i need more dad!lloyd in my life

Funeral Planning

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd won’t stop until he finds what’s his

warnings: angst, fluff, gun, blood, murder, angry Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

They know they fucked up, like really fucked up. There’s no way they are going to see the next day. They got told that this is the most dangerous part of the job, but it looked that easy. Why should it be that hard, you only watch and nothing else. If they only knew that this job would be their death sentence. All of them are running around, checking every corner in hopes of maybe seeing the next day.

“What are you doing here?”

They are not going to see the next day.

The men turn around to see Lloyd standing there with crossed arms and a glare that would haunt everyone who looked at him. Lloyd Hansen is already scary when he’s doing nothing, but seeing him now makes you want to shoot yourself. All of them look at each other, thinking of who should sacrifice themself for the team.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re all here and not the place you are suppose to be, I’m going to cut off all your guys fucking erection incompetent dicks and send them to your mothers!” Lloyd screams.The new guy decides to step forward

“We cant find him”

A bang is heard and the guy falls to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. The men look at Lloyd and see the steam coming out off his ears.

Lloyd clenches his jaw, looking at them with so much anger “What the fuck do you mean with you cant find him. WHERE IS MY SON!” he looks at the silent men before he raises his gun again and shoots another man, “TELL ME!”

“We were watching him like you told us, sir. Then we looked down the hallway because we heard the two man with the milk for your son coming, and when we looked back he was gone” the man next to the two corps goes. Four more bangs echos through the hallway, four more bodies falling to the floor.

Veins popping out off his neck,”So you are telling me that a child, MY child, who can barly crawl, somehow crawled off his play mat and past twelve of my men?!” Lloyd speaks, stepping closer“Not only don’t any of you know where he is, but he also hasn’t eaten anything?! He gets his second milk at exactly 3pm, now we have 3:47pm. Does that mean that my son is missing since almost AN HOUR?!”

“Well yeah, we-“, Lloyd shoots the man right between his eyes.

He walks over to the corpse and starts kicking “MOTHERFUCKING MORONS” he screams, while not stopping. Ones he’s finished he looks at the other men“Get every fucking man in this building to search for my son, check every security camera and let someone guard the windows and doors. You five come with me.” Lloyd commands“If someone took my son, I will make sure that every single person in this building gets what they deserve.”he turns around and the men follow.

Lloyd knows what anger feels like. Every time someone looks at sunshine he gets angry and wishes to kill them, which he does. This is a different feeling though, he not only feels angry at them but also at himself. He left his son alone with those idiots and now he doesn’t know where or how his son is.

They walk from room to room, checking every corner until they make sure that he’s not in there before locking it. A big house is amazing and an absolute must have for him, but now he’s really regretting having one.

Lloyd is desperately looking everywhere, no one will stop him until he finds LJ. Truth is, Lloyd will indeed kill everyone, but only if he doesn’t get killed before that. He cant tell sunshine that these morons lost their son. She would kill him. She would kill him for hiring the people who lost him. He’s not ready to plan his funeral yet.

A man comes to Lloyd “We checked the cameras outside, no one got in or out. One camera is defect though”

Lloyd turns pale “Search outside, everywhere, search the whole fucking maze, the woods and the road, do not get back before you find him. And bring the man who’s responsible for the cameras to the basement!”

“The chances that he is outside are about 1%. All windows are closed and if someone would’ve opened one an alarm would’ve gone off.” the man speaks.

“Do I look like I give a single FUCK! 1% is not zero, so go and search outside!”. Of course Lloyd knows that the chances are slim that LJ is outside or that someone took him, but he knows that his list of people that don’t like him is long and on top of that list is Court and the bitch Suzanne. She doesn’t have the skills to get inside, but Court does. If Court took his son, oh boy, a war is going to break out.

Lloyd only realizes now that a tear left his eye. Its never a good sign when the sociopath cries. He wipes it away before continuing checking every room, while half of his men are now searching outside. He’s nowhere though.

They searched all rooms on all floors, but he’s not there.

“Where is he?!” Lloyd screams at the men that just came back up stairs.

“We couldn’t find him inside or outside, si-“ another two shots, another two bodies.

He doesn’t even realize how much blood is on him or how many bodies are now laying on each floor. Finding LJ is the only thing he cares about. “Check every room, and corner outside again!”. The men now run around way faster from room to room, corner to corner, scared what will happen if they don’t find Lloyds son.

While all of them are running around Lloyd is now slowly walking to LJs nursery. He feels his chest tightening with every second, no air goes down his throat and his eyes begin to water. He unlocks the door and walks over to the crib, LJs blanket still laying inside it. Lloyd looks at it for a second before breaking down, tears streaming down his face. To people Lloyd always seems like the big sociopath who doesn’t have a heart, but he does, a big one. There’s no other man who loves his family more than him, who loves his wife more, who loves his baby more. He knows he’s not the world greatest dad and will probably never be, but he loves his son.

“Where are you, junior? Fuck, where are you!” he screams, knowing there will be no answer. Lloyd swore on his life to protect him and he failed. LJ could be kidnapped or somewhere in this building starving and his father is here, crying on the floor.

He needs to find him, he can cry later, but not now. He will be strong for his son.

Lloyd stands back up and walks out off the room, speed walking down the hallway. In hurry he misses the flowers, standing in a 4 feet vase on the floor, which were meant to be for sunshine but are most likely to be for his funeral now. The vase falls over and lands directly on his foot “YOU FUCKING DRY ASS PLANT!”

Trying to calm down he hears a noise coming from the master bedroom. The door is locked so he unlocks it and grabs his gun. The men already searched and then locked the door, which means no one should be in it. Maybe a intruder is in there, maybe the man who took his son is in there. Lloyd doesn’t wait a second longer and slams the door open and goes in it “KNOCK KNOCK ASSHOLE”

Lloyd looks at the room, but sees no one. He checks the curtains, fireplace and the walk-in closet, but still sees no one or the source of the sound, not even on the balcony. If sunshine knew how many people he pushed off this balcony because they came in while she was sleeping and he didn’t want them to wake his sunshine up. Gun still raised, he walks over to the bathroom door, the only place he hasn’t checked yet. The men locked the door and at this point he doesn’t have the patience to unlock it, so he kicks it open”

“Where are you, you fucking piece of sh-“ Lloyd stops when he sees his son looking right at him with big glossy eyes and a shocked expression, while laying on his tummy, Mr. Mustaches ear in his right hand. LJs lower lip begins to quiver and tears fill his eyes.

“Oh, junior” Lloyd rushes over to him just as he begins to cry, he holds him close to his chest, scared that he will otherwise disappear. Unknown to him, his own eyes begin to water. LJ doesn’t stop crying, even as Lloyd begins swaying back and forth. “Its ok, everything is ok. Don’t cry, don’t cry” he doesn’t know if he’s trying to calm LJ down or himself. It doesn’t work though. Tears start to leak out off Lloyds eyes. He sinks to the floor with LJ, who is holding on his fathers shirt, staining it with his tears, “I’m sorry that dada scared you”.

The teddy is laying on the floor next to them, so Lloyd pick him up and shows him LJ, “Look, your second favorite mustache wearing man” giving him a sad smile. LJ turns his head slightly, looking at the bear before reaching for it. His cries now turning to small whines.

Lloyd brings the bear closer to LJ, so he can touch him. Both of them stopped crying at this point.

How could does idiots miss LJ in the bathroom, either they are blind or they didn’t even search this room. It doesn’t matter, they are going to die.

“How did you even get in here and why?”, Lloyd ask him, rubbing his small back. The baby looks at him, clearly not understanding what his dad is saying, instead he pulls the bear closer. Suddenly Lloyd understands why.

Last night LJ slept with Sunshines and him in their bed. In the morning Sunshine fed and changed LJs diaper and then put him down on the play mat in his nursery. Before sunshine left she told him to grab Mr. Mustache and give him to LJ because he was still in their room, otherwise LJ would get whiney.

He forgot about it.

“Dada is sorry that he forgot your bear” Lloyd kisses his forehead “can you forgive him?”. LJ looks up at his dad and gives him a goofy smile, while blabbering something. Lloyd smiles, standing up with his son and Mr. Mustache in his arms, “I take that as a yes. Now dada is going to give you a bottle milk and then he’s going to have a not so nice talk with his colleagues”

He walks out the bathroom with a smile, happy that sunshine wont kill him. Lloyd looks down at his son and his smile quickly vanishes. Under all the adrenaline he didn’t realize that his clothes and face had blood all over him. He hold LJ against it and now his son is locking like a mini version of him. “Fuck”.

He grabs his sons hand, as LJ tries to put his fist in his mouth and rushes back to the bathroom. Laying him and the bear in the tub, he searches for a towel, “where are the goddam towels!”. He stops searching when he hears a cry, turning back he sees LJ looking like he’s going to explode, “Shit” he’s hungry.

Lloyd dives forward when he sees him trying to put his fist back in his mouth, holding it gently, so he cant do it.

Two man suddenly walk in, “We searched all rooms again and still cant find him. Also yo-“ they stop when they see their bosses son.

“NO SHIT. HES IN THE ROOM YOU FUCKING LOCKED!”

LJ starts screaming

“No junior, everything is ok” Lloyd says, still holding his hand. He turns to the men “bring me a bottle”

“We just wanted to inform you that-“

“I said bring me a FUCKING BOTTLE” Lloyd screams, not being able to be louder than his sons screaming. One man runs away to bring the bottle, while the other stays on his spot and gathers the courage to speak.

“Sir”

“WHAT”

“Mrs. Hansens driver just passed the gate” he says. Lloyd turns pale for a second, and looks around. Blood in the bathroom, on him, on the baby, on the bear, his men running around the whole property, god knows how many bodies on each floor and a screaming hungry baby.

“Oh, shit”, looks like he really has to plan his funeral.

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Be Mine

Character: soft!dark Lloyd Hansen x Lawyer!Female Reader

Summary: "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured. The secret relationship between the heir of Hansen Corporation and the company lawyer took a dramatic turn.

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A/N: By the way, this is the male version from Love Me A Little

'Click'

As you entered, the heavy click of the door echoed through the spacious penthouse apartment, exhaling deeply to release the pent-up stress from another grueling day at Hansen Corporation.

Working as a company lawyer had its perks but came with many responsibilities that grew taller each day.

Switching on the lights, you were startled to find someone seated on your plush couch. Your uninvited guest exuded an air of confidence, legs crossed casually as he waited for you.

"Stressful day?" Lloyd's smooth voice broke the silence, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of amusement.

You blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Lloyd. What are you doing in my place?"

"I made a spare key," he replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. One of the downsides of working for Hansen Corporation was your complicated relationship with its heir, Lloyd Hansen.

The relationship between you and Lloyd was complicated and steamy at the same time. However, you knew you had to end this secret relationship since he would be engaged to another influential family, much like his own.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the fridge, craving the cool relief of a bottle of mineral water. Opening it with a satisfying hiss, you took a long drink, the cold liquid soothing your frayed nerves.

As you reached to set the bottle down on the counter, Lloyd intercepted it with a smirk, taking a swig of water while holding your gaze steadily.

With a frustrated sigh, you held out your hand, palm open. "Give me the key."

But Lloyd's smirk only widened. "No," he replied teasingly, daring you to challenge him further.

You heaved a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "Lloyd, you're going to be engaged to someone. We have to stop this."

Lloyd fell silent, his expression inscrutable. Sometimes, his silence unnerved you, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, he let out a low chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. "And throw away all the memories we've made in this place? I don't think so."

His arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his gaze unwavering. "I never thought you could be this cold. Am I the only one who's invested in this?"

Leaning in closer, he locked eyes with you, his voice low and intense. "Besides, I don't like her at all. Her eyes lack the fire that burns in yours. Yours are brighter, full of determination and resilience. That's why you wanted to be with me."

Your jaw clenched as you met his gaze head-on. "So what if I'm ambitious and a workaholic? At least I know where I stand. We can't be together, Lloyd."

But he reached out, cupping your cheeks in his hands and drawing you closer. "That's what I like about you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You're a hardworking woman."

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you pushed his hand away, the intensity of his gaze unnerving you. "Stop joking, Lloyd."

But his expression remained serious as he spoke, his words sending a shockwave through your senses. "I may enjoy making jokes, but not about this. I'm serious. You won't be my mistress. I'll make you my wife."

You gasped, disbelief coursing through you as you struggled to comprehend his words. Pushing against his chest, you tried to put distance between you, but his grip only tightened. "Stop it, Lloyd."

But his resolve remained unshakeable as he locked eyes with you, determination burning in his gaze. "I'm not joking. I'm dead serious. I'll make you my wife."

You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to burst from the sheer weight of Lloyd's words.

Without a second thought, you seized his hand and practically dragged him towards the door with all your might. Despite his towering stature, you were fueled by a surge of adrenaline, determined to put an end to this madness. "You need to go," you insisted, your voice strained with urgency.

But Lloyd only chuckled, his amusement evident even in the face of your desperation. "I'm not joking," he insisted, his tone resolute. "I'll show you just how serious I am this time."

You hummed in response, successfully pushing him out of your apartment. As the door clicked shut behind him, you leaned back against it, your chest heaving with exertion. Closing your eyes, you let out a heavy sigh, willing your racing heart to calm.

It would be a lie to say you had never dreamed of becoming Mrs. Hansen. But you knew deep down that it was impossible, given the vast difference in your social status.

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A few days had passed since the tense encounter with Lloyd in your apartment, and you returned to work at the company, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. You hadn't seen or heard from him since that night, and you hoped it would stay that way.

But as you focused on reading through a stack of documents, the hushed whispers of your colleagues caught your attention, drawing you into their gossip.

"I never thought a playboy like him would get engaged," one of them remarked.

Another nodded knowingly. "Well, it's normal for the 1% like them to strengthen their connections and business through marriage."

You gritted your teeth, the bitterness rising within you at their nonchalant discussion of Lloyd's engagement. But before you could voice your frustration, one of your colleagues let out a piercing scream, "OMG!!! OMG!!!" Causing everyone to turn and stare.

"What the-?" you began, but your words trailed off as the screaming girl approached you, her phone held out eagerly.

"OMG... You and Lloyd?" she exclaimed, her voice shrill with excitement as she thrust the phone towards you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at the screen, revealing a photo of you and Lloyd cuddling intimately on a beach resort. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Lloyd had posted the photo, for all the world to see.

As the realization sunk in, the office erupted into chaos, with whispers and gasps spreading like wildfire. "Turns out there's a secret romance in the company," one of your colleagues remarked, fueling the fire.

One of your colleagues chimed in with a speculative question. "Does this mean the engagement is cancelled?"

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, feeling the eyes of your coworkers boring into you. With a sense of urgency, you gathered your composure and swiftly left the floor, making a beeline for Lloyd's office.

Whatever his intentions were, you needed answers, and you needed them now.

You didn't bother knocking; you simply barged into his office, disregarding even his secretary's attempts to halt you. As you entered, you found him lounging in his leather chair, every inch the powerful and commanding figure.

He was already waiting for you, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

"What are you planning, Lloyd?" you demanded, your voice dripping with both frustration and anticipation.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back, the leather creaking beneath him. "To show the world the woman I love," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Your pulse quickened at his words, your body responding to the raw intensity in his gaze. "Your family will never accept someone like me," you protested weakly, though the fire in your eyes betrayed your true feelings.

Lloyd's expression softened as he rose from his seat, moving closer until there was barely any space between you. "Stop doubting yourself, my love," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "My family knows about us, and they've given us their blessing. They can't wait to welcome their future grandchildren."

Your breath caught in your throat as he trailed a finger along the curve of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not pregnant," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

But Lloyd only chuckled darkly, his touch igniting a fire within you. "That's why we have to work hard," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing caress.

Leaning in close, he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured, the words dripping with desire and determination, igniting a fierce longing within you.

You shivered at the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the electric tension between you. Unable to resist any longer, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless and hungry for more.

"Oh, how you wish you could hate him."

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Perv!Gym instructor Lloyd and innocent!reader alone at the gym, and he tells them about the best way to burn calories, ✨️fucking ✨️🥰

hehe i changed it to pervy gymnast coach!lloyd—he's so rough with it too:

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Perv!Gymnast Coach!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, manipulation, soft dark undertones, non-con/dub-con, pervert!lloyd, panty stealing, smut - minors dni, petting, dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, degradation, spitting. mentioned/implied: stalking, peeping tom!lloyd.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You seek help from your coach, and Lloyd is never one to turn down a prime opportunity.

𝗪/𝗖 | 427

❤️‍🔥 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Lloyd is strict as it is.

He loves control, hence his coach title, he loved giving orders. Especially to you, and he couldn’t pass up this chance to get what he’s always wanted.

He’s rough—spitting all over you, rubbing your clit with your panties pulled to the side. He takes advantage of you with his other hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans because the swim team is having a meet next door.

He’s such a perv, always watching you in the locker room, jerking off while you get undressed and showered—he’s also stolen a bunch of your panties.

And when you came up to him for extra practice, begging because you knew it was already late and a busy man like him must be so tired, but to your surprise, Coach Hansen accepted!

“How about we cover something new? It’ll really help you out with the upcoming tournament, stamina and all that.”

You innocently followed along, letting him stretch you out (not in that way *yet* you whores), not even saying a peep when his fingers brushed over your cunt through your leggings. So, Lloyd continued to pet you all over, getting bolder as the seconds dragged on—he rubbed your clit slowly, eventually slipping down your leggings and under your panties.

“Coach Hansen—”

“Shh, you need to focus. This is for you, you’re lucky I’m teaching you this. Other coaches wouldn’t be this nice.” Who is he kidding, he could lose his job for this, but he’s waited too long and this is the perfect opportunity. “But I think you’re ready for this, sweetie. Working so hard and being such a good girl, you deserve to feel good.” He kisses down your neck, his moustache tickling your skin.

His touch leaves your warmth and you watch him clean your slick from his fingers, and spit on them before sliding them down your pants again. Seeking your button immediately, applying a gentle pressure that turns rough when you start moaning.

“Feels good, baby? Yeah, daddy knew you’d like this. Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted—should’ve had you earlier.” He groans, grinding his hard cock against your ass. “See what happens when you let me think for you? You can be a dumb baby with me, honey.” He traces down your creamy slit, dipping the tip of his digit in your hole.

As your mouth drops open in a whine, he spits on your tongue, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. “You need to stay hydrated if you’re gonna keep up with me. Better swallow it.”

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thegirlnextdoorssister · 1 year

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You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship

Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship

A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.

As always MINORS DNI

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Chapter 1: Soulmate

Soulmate.

What’s a soulmate?

Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one.

My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes.

Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love.

That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.

I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years.

I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car.

“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.

Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter? Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.

The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.

Don’t you love her madly?

Wanna be her daddy?

Don’t you love her face?

Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door?

Like she did one thousand times before

I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.

«5 hours later»

Welcome to Âme soeur

French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky.

Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.

“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out.

“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped.

Room 222.

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No Promises (2)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: Lloyd underestimates how dangerous you are when he finds you wrapped like a gift in his hotel room.

Warnings for smut, but it's Lloyd so there's a knife, a gun, name-calling, cursing, drugging, dubcon due to somno, two a**holes in competition, unprotected sex (honestly, just never do anything Lloyd would do, okay? great. excellent. good chat), and possibly the best banter I've ever written gdi. Darkfic...but, like, funny??? For the love of everything, MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2k 🫣

*This CT 2024 Challenge work can be read completely out-of-context from the rest of the mini-series (which isn't even written yet anyway, lalalahhhh).

It’s bad enough you took the keycard off that fat fuck of a target first, but failing to follow you smacks Lloyd’s ego in just the wrong way. By the time he gets back to his luxurious hotel room, he’s fuming and itching to shoot something. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know this; the man is still a man, after all, no matter how trained and controlled he thinks he is.

That’s why you’re here, trussed up in a sapphire blue bodysuit, smirking at the irritation radiating off of your rival as his eyes rake the length of your mostly-bare figure.

“Darling,” you burst, posing like a ‘50s housewife by the armchair, playful and sickeningly sweet. “You’re home! I was so worried.”

Anger quivers his lip coat till he vaguely resembles a pouting porcupine. God, you hate mustaches. You’re willing to bet—if you really put your back into it—you could hump his face with such friction, it’d rub him smooth. There are less-worthwhile endeavors that you’ve completely only today. Why not experiment?

“You have some fucking nerve, bitch.”

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed.

He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late.

Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

As you get closer, his hand reaches out instinctually.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk in warning. “If you rip my lace, I will gut you like a fish. Understood?”

“Can’t make any promises, but…”

Lloyd, undeterred, clamps his hand between your legs and runs a finger through your folds, proving the crotchless lingerie isn’t in danger of typical snags.

The pad of his digit is rough and teasing.

“I think we can work with that,” he growls.

Oh yes, he’s definitely, perfectly, and predictably cocky. What fun you’ll have.

You make a show of gasping when he starts dipping two fingers into your heat, rolling your head as if truly undone by the minimal effort, and wait for him to watch his own ministrations, distracted.

Then you strike.

You grab his wrist, twisting harshly, yanking the arm behind him, straddling his shoulders so your legs pinch over his neck, and he turns slightly to nip at your thigh. You’re not surprised he still thinks he’ll win.

His steely eye winks as he looks up.

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

A dramatic sigh escapes you. You release his arm to sensually smooth your palm down his body, bending to whisper, “that implies I give a shit if you come at all.”

You fling yourself backwards, using the momentum to catapult him over you and into the side of the bed.

The mustache emphasizes his sneer when Lloyd pushes up on an elbow.

“I, too, like using a firm hand when breaking bitches’ spirits,” he mutters, reaching for his switchblade which you present instead, wiggling it in your hand with a grin.

“Oh, bunny boy, were you too firm to notice my gentle caress?” You deftly unlatch and expose the knife’s edge. “Now, strip.”

You tick the blade quickly for effect.

“Show me some skin so I can mark my two points so far. I know how you love to keep score.”

Lloyd rights himself, peeling his black turtleneck over his head and smoothing his hair into place calmly. “I can kill you just as easily naked as I can clothed.”

“Of course, cutie pie, and I’m counting on many little deaths.” You look at the knife in your hand, concerned. “Please tell me this isn’t the biggest weapon you're packing, or I’ll be so disappointed.”

He’s smug while unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants. Lloyd Hansen now proudly stands stark nude.

You let your eyes go comically wide, but then your brow furrows and you shrug.

“You’re welcome to keep talking while I sit on your face, but otherwise… I’m unimpressed.”

Lloyd huffs with indignation.

“Fuck you.”

Like the footballer he used to be, he rushes you.

“Promise?” you coo, dodging him and landing a sharp smack to his butt cheek. It’s spectacularly sculpted, plump, and rock hard all at once.

“Oh my! Darling, you did not lead with your best asset…” You notice the faint scar on his pale skin and giggle. “Little prick got pricked, I see.”

Your amusement gives him a split second to grab you, and Lloyd uses the opportunity to shove you back into the window so violently the thick glass rattles its frame.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he spits viciously, not so cocky as before.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been begging you to do for me, sweetheart?”

Mouth hanging open in a taunt, one hand strokes him, the other warns. The tip of the knife you still wield barely grazes the notch between ribs where you could swiftly puncture his lung. Lloyd watches, fuming and mesmerized, until you transfer the pooling saliva to your palm and resume jerking his cock.

“A firm hand really does make you harder, doesn’t it?”

That snaps him out of it.

He scrambles to bend you over that same armchair you started at, and Lloyd’s version of prep is a single, perfunctory dig of two fingers into your cunt.

To his credit, you are dripping wet for him, so, though his need to check before chaffing himself wasn’t necessary, he rewards you with a beautifully debauched moan as he sinks to the hilt with one thrust.

Lloyd’s got something to prove.

Good.

He’s so focused on groping around to your breasts beneath the stretchy lace that you stick the switchblade deep into the chair’s cushion and hold on; whatever else you’re doing is irrelevant to him. There is only fucking. There is only feeling as if he owns you in this moment.

You let out a high whine and goad him. “Love it when you’re gentle with me, sweetie.”

That earns you an unhinged snarl and the pummeling slap of his hips against your thighs.

He’s so easy to motivate, a majestic maniac on a mission to turn you stupid, if only until the stench of sex dissipates. If the idiot would just reach down to your clit, you’d spare him, but Lloyd is a man.

A selfish, egotistical princeling who’s a good marksman and a shit human. Good, for the business you two are in. But not as good as you.

You sigh like you’re bored, sinking your chin to rest on your outstretched arms.

He stops moving, grunting as he pulls out of you and snapping one of your shoulder straps.

“Fine. You wanna put in the work, sunshine? You go for it.” Lloyd flops onto the bed, face up, his arms spread wide and high.

Of course, he’s going for the gun under the pillow. You know it, you’ve anticipated it, and you decided it would be a nice safety blanket to leave him, to keep him feeling comfortable.

So you crawl on top of him anyway, rocking yourself against his cock for a few seconds before shifting higher. You giggle for emphasis.

You’re just here to fuck him. You’re just here to fuck with him. That’s the truth, and he knows it. Lloyd simply doesn’t know the conditions of both your releases…yet.

“Such a desperate slut,” he rumbles as you settle above his face.

Before you cover your view of him, you pinch at his jaw and smirk.

“Only munches wear a fucking mustache.”

His cheek gets a condescending pat when he smiles back.

He’s cute when he’s having fun, apparently.

Lloyd licks his lips and slowly lifts his head to swipe at your entrance. “You owe me that fucking keycard.” He delicately kisses your folds before his tongue darts out to circle your clit. “And I’ll get it from you one way or another.”

You can hear the rustle of his hand over the sheet. Not even a solid suck on your cunt, and he’s already going for the gun…

“Oh, come on,” you plead, ignoring his threat. “Finish your meal, champ. I know you can do it.”

His eyes narrow, peeking past your mound as he growls, gripping your thighs hard enough for you to collapse forward.

Sloppy. The best word to describe Lloyd eating pussy is sloppy. He contributes as much as you do to the glide of his whole face over every intimate inch of skin. Because you’re sitting with weight mostly on him—some of it still rests on your knees—each movement pushes his nose, lips, tongue, and stache around with enough fervor to polish your raw nerves.

Honestly, it’s a shame he ruins the moment by slipping his hand under the pillow and pressing the silencer's muzzle to your side.

Petulance dialed to maximum, you whimper, “you said I could come first!”

Your hand falls below your navel, clutching the lace like he’s already wounded you, and Lloyd proceeds to laugh right into your cunt.

He doesn’t have time to form a comeback once you peel the sheer, protective layer away from the patch of fabric a mere inch above the opening of the bodysuit. If he’d have paid any proper attention to you, he’d’ve found it, but he didn’t.

The fumes of chloroform-drenched cobalt engulf Lloyd in the suffocating proximity of the bed and your body. He has nowhere to go but under.

The gun falls away once his limbs go lax.

You sit directly on his chest for the few seconds it takes to realign the inner and outer barriers of your dainty, chemical warfare, then you shimmy off of him.

He actually looks quite peaceful this way.

His features are carefree, his broad, smooth chest rises and falls steadily, and his…

Well.

Lloyd’s dick lays erect and proud on his stomach, unfazed by unconsciousness. It’d be an even greater shame to waste that.

“It’s ok, peanut,” you whisper out of habit now, forced to imagine the twitch of his lip, the pop of the vein in his neck. “This is your chance to make it up to me.”

It’s not difficult to take him into your still-sopping core, and once you angle yourself to grind on the cut of his abs, all Lloyd’s previous buildup rushes back. His ass may be the star of the show, but his dick is no fluffer act. He’s packing enough to nudge at that perfect spot relentlessly as you ride him, and you openly mewl as you approach the height of your orgasm.

You imagine he’d say you sound so pretty and pathetic.

He’d probably ask if this is the best you can do, but that makes you fuck him harder until you crash into a wall of pleasure, sweaty, exhausted, resting against that broad chest.

You catch your breath after a short while, skin humming with excitement. Absently, your hands paw at his sides for a tiny bit of comfort.

That thought gets buried in a tense heartbeat, and you climb off the bed, pleased to notice the sheer amount of cum and his softening dick means he finished, too.

You’ll leave that as a souvenir.

The plan was to carve a little message on him—nothing that would permanently scar—but you can’t bring yourself to mar such a glorious ass. That would be akin to treason. Seriously, if he had simply walked around you in a bathing suit with that thing, you would have slipped the keycard into his waistband and thanked him for his service to your wet dreams.

A bit of dried cum smeared all over his pelvis and dripping down his balls, his useless pistol still in-hand, will do fine as a statement.

You clean yourself up, snatching your real clothes from the closet where you hung them tidily beside his own, and give a gentle grip to his immobile knee where it hangs off the bed.

“Sweet dreams, bunny boy. Maybe I'll let you win next time.”

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

This work was written for the amazing and inspirational Cum Together Extravaganza hosted by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420, but a special thanks to @buckymorelikefuckme for the earworm that would not quit. Poppy, you dark enabler you... I fucking love you!

Prompts: "Bet I can make you cum first." || Somnophilia || enemies-to-lovers || Characters A + B cum together at the same time

dividers by @/saradika-graphics (blue art deco) and @/cafekitsune

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eloquentreverie · 11 months

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𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫

warnings: 18+ content. minors dni! p in v sex, angst, slight knife kink if you squint, soft!dark! lloyd, non-con that slowly turns into dub-con, kidnapping, slight dacryphilia.

pairing: soft!dark! lloyd hansen x ex-girlfriend!reader

summary: After a painful breakup, Lloyd Hansen kidnaps his ex-girlfriend, seeking both her affection and the satisfaction of getting even for her betrayal. Will she be able to escape his clutches, or will Lloyd get the last laugh?

prompt: 16: in a private jet, on the way to a business trip.

author’s note: anon, I hope you enjoy this! I loved writing this and kind of got carried away with the word count! Also I tried my best to make this soft!dark.

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Lloyd Hansen is whipped. It’s not something he’s willing to admit. And he’s not going to. At least, not yet. He had been with a lot of women throughout the years but none of them left a mark the way she did. It’s been about a month since the two of them broke up. And he still can’t get her out of his head. It’s infuriating! She’s all he can think or dream about. She’s becoming a nuisance. He can barely focus on his current mission. And to him, it’s all her fault.

He drops everything mid way through his flight. He demands the pilots alter the course to pick her up. There’s no way he’s going to be able to finish this mission without Y/N. And he’s positive once he has her, everything will be fine. He’s smiling, just thinking of all the sick things he has planned for her. He wants her to pay. Sure, maybe he would think differently if it had been his idea to break up but no, it had been hers.

When they land the plane at the local airport, Lloyd recognizes the town as if he were born and raised there. He has been obsessed with Y/N ever since she ended their relationship. At first, he struggled to cope, pushing her out of his mind and trying to move on, but Y/N was ever-present, like an unlucky penny. He tried everything to get over her but she kept coming back to haunt him, leaving him with an unquenchable thirst for her.

By the time he reached her house, the sun had set and everything was going according to plan. A couple of his men suggested that they would handle the situation but Lloyd insisted - he wanted to be the one to capture and abduct Y/N. It was only fair, after the months of pain and suffering she had caused him. He was determined to make her pay.

As he crept into her tiny home, avoiding the creaky floorboards, he felt anxiety wash over him. But then Y/N's scent hit him like a wave - a mix of vanilla and lavender that left him aching for more. He was careful and precise, his movements graceful and silent, like a hunter stalking his prey. He wanted her, and he was going to get her, no matter what. The thought of her in his power made him grin, a sick, twisted smirk that didn't leave his face. He was finally going to make her pay for breaking his heart.

Lloyd remembers the last time they spoke like it was yesterday. It had replayed in his mind like a broken record, forever on loop and torturing his soul.

Y/N stormed into her house, Lloyd hot on her heels. He slammed the door behind them, "What the hell were you doing with him?!" He seethed. His hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes narrowed as he glared at her.

She whirled to face him, and her anger boiled up inside. "For the last time, we were just talking!" She slammed her purse on the couch. "Oh my god!" Her voice rose to a yell, "I can't do this! You're jealous all the fucking time, and I can't do this anymore!"

His jaw clenched, and his hands rested on his hips. "So just like that? You can't just walk out of my life like this!" The anger dripping from his words was palpable.

"You think I want this?" Y/N shouted back. "I don't! But it's gotten to a point where I can't breathe! You're suffocating me!" She felt her heart breaking, but knew she had to stand up for herself. "Please, just leave Lloyd."

Her words seemed to cut him deep, and he looked hurt. Something in Y/N's stomach twisted, and she knew that this was the end. They couldn't keep going on like this.

Her last words echoed in the space between them, and Y/N knew that she had made the right decision. Their relationship had been unhealthy, and it was time for both of them to move on. She watched as Lloyd left her house, and a small sense of peace washed over her. It would be hard, but she knew she would be okay. She was strong, and she was ready to face whatever came next.

He’s pulled from his thoughts the moment he sees her as he enters the bedroom, moving close to the walls to remain hidden in the shadows. His lips curl into a sly smile as he takes in the sight of Y/N swaying in the bathroom, still in her pajamas, humming to herself and finishing her skin routine at the mirror. Y/N’s breath catches in her chest at the sight of him in her reflection, her heart pounding, frozen in place.

He takes a step closer, the cold steel of the knife pressed against her neck, his free hand wrapped around her waist. With a wicked grin stretching across his features, he takes a deep breath, his nose trailing down her throat, eliciting a shudder down her spine. Her mind races, searching for a way out of this, but she can’t move, can’t think. She’s trapped, and they both know it. “Did you miss me, Princess?” he whispers in her ear.

The moment feels like it stretches on endlessly, each beat of her heart pounding in her chest as he holds her in his grip. She can hear his hot breath on her neck, and feels a sense of dread wash over her as he speaks in a voice dripping with malice. "You're coming with me," he says in an unforgiving tone. She knows she has no choice but to be at his mercy, trapped in his grasp with no way to escape.

Lloyd can hear her heavy breaths and feels the sweat dripping down her neck. He can see the slight tremble in her body as her back presses against his firm chest, and it only adds to his sick delight, knowing that she's already fearful of him. When she doesn't speak, he follows up his earlier threat by trailing the flat part of his knife against her chest, adding to the terror that now courses through her veins.

The cool touch of the blade against her skin sent chills up her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and goosebumps cover her arms. "Now," Lloyd breathed out, stopping the knife just above the neckline of her top and between the valley of her breasts.

"Are you going to be a good girl, or are we going to do this my way?" His voice carried a sinister edge that was impossible to ignore. It was as if he was daring her to do the wrong thing, to give him a reason to hurt her.

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling a sense of fear grip her heart. She knew this situation was delicate and that Lloyd was unstable. She could feel his anger radiating off of him, and hear it in the bitterness of his voice. "Lloyd, you don't have to do this," she whispered, fighting hard to keep her voice steady.

She felt a sense of panic rise within her as Lloyd's hand gripped her jaw. She knew that she had to stay calm and try to talk him down, but the fear was overwhelming, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to take slow, deep breaths to steady herself, but it was difficult with Lloyd's hot breath on her face. She hoped that somehow she could diffuse the situation before it escalated further.

But she knew the stakes were high, that this was a dangerous game she was playing, and one wrong word might set him off. She had to try to diffuse the tension, to find a way out of this mess before it was too late.

Lloyd's knife clicked and retracted into his pocket without another word. He chuckled darkly and pushed her against the wall of the bathroom, causing her to choke out a gasp. Grabbing her hips, he turned her to face him. His gloved hand gripped her jaw, squeezing it with a firm grasp but not enough to leave a bruise.

"I do, sweetheart," Lloyd seethed, his voice laced with venom and anger. "You've made my life a living hell, and you're going to pay for it," he continued, his dark eyes boring into her own, daring her to defy him. His breath was hot against her face, and she could feel his rage emanating from him in waves.

Y/N winced under his harsh grasp, feeling the rough texture of his glove against her skin, evoking a small whimper from her lips. Her heart raced as he started to reach into his pocket, her eyes darted from his heated gaze to his hand that was now reaching into his back pocket. “C-can’t we just talk about this?” She stuttered out, her lip now trembling.

He let out a dark, sadistic chuckle, enjoying how her fear made him more determined and hungry for her. “Oh, sunshine, the time for talking is way past due,” he said with a twist of his lips, his hand slipping down to her throat and causing her to gasp. She instinctively struggled against his hold, fear flooding her heart before he pulled out a cloth and covered her mouth, her vision blurring as she slipped into unconsciousness.

–

Y/N awoke to a slight chill in the air, feeling the soft texture of the luxurious bed against her bare arms. She licked her dry lips as she strained her wrists in her bonds, feeling the slight burn from the friction. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to her new surroundings; the small circular window showcasing a nighttime sky filled with stars, and the steady hum of the plane's engines.

But what caught her eye were the sleek, dark gray walls, contrasting sharply against the marble floor and the narrow and sleek design of the plane. A modern style fit for a king, yet Y/N felt a slight familiarity to it, as if she had been here before. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and her heart threatened to stop. She was on Lloyd's private jet.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she hears loud footsteps coming down the narrow hallway. Lloyd enters the room and stands in front of her, his figure towering over her. The tense silence between them is thick with fear, and Y/N's body trembles in anticipation of what was to come. She had no idea how she ended up here, or what Lloyd's intentions were, but she knew one thing for sure: she had to find a way off this plane.

“Well, well, well, look who’s finally awake,” Lloyd said with a twisted smile, his eyes watching her carefully, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? I'm not amused," Y/N says, her voice filled with frustration and irritation as she meets Lloyd's eyes with a piercing stare, the words coming out in a challenging tone.

"Oh, sweetheart. This isn't a joke at all. I'm quite serious." A mischievous grin played on his lips as he took a step closer, his calloused fingers roughly gripping her chin. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin. She felt like her heart was racing at his closeness.

"You've been quite the distraction," he admitted, his voice low and seductive. She could feel his body heat radiating against hers as he spoke, his breath fanning her ear. It sent shivers down her scalp and raised the hairs on her neck. His thumb traces the outline of her jaw before he touches her bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “So, you see, there’s only one thing left to do.” He adds, his voice low and husky as his blue eyes locked with hers, laced with a familiar desire and hungriness that she’s seen before.

She swallows hard, a determined look on her face despite the warm sensation building in her lower stomach. She's determined to stand up for herself, even if all she can do is yell. "Don't touch me!", she spits out, straining against her restraints once more.

Lloyd snickers, grabbing her by the throat and digging his fingers in. "Oh, Y/N," he purrs, letting go of her neck before turning her and shoving her down onto the plush mattress. She hits the bed with a thud, her cheeks pressed against the soft covers as the air escapes her lungs. Lloyd steps back, his fingers still curled into a fist as he looks down at her.

The silence between them is thick with tension, the only sounds coming from her breathing and the soft rustling of the sheets. He leans forward again, hovering his face inches from hers. She can feel his body heat against her, and the warmth radiating off his skin is palpable. His breath is hot and stale in her face, and she can see his pupils dilating in the low light.

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he hisses, his words barely loud enough to be heard.

She's too afraid to move, frozen in place by the threat in his voice. She knows that one wrong word, one false move, could escalate the situation into something beyond her control. The fear is written all over her face, and she strains even harder against her restraints, trying to break free. The rope stings as it digs and rubs against her skin. But it's no use - Lloyd has complete control of the situation.

Lloyd lets out a sharp laugh, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of amusement and cruelty. As she struggles against him, her attempts to break free seem only to egg him on. He grabs hold of her pants, grinning widely as he pulls them down.

Her eyes widen in shock, and she tries to scoot away, still trying to get her bearings. Her heart thuds in her chest as the sound of a zipper being lowered reaches her ears. Tears pool in the corners of her eyes as the reality of what’s happening sets in. She doesn’t want to believe it, doesn’t want to think that Lloyd could be capable of such a thing.

Her voice becomes a choked whisper, and she shakily tries to reason with him, “L-lloyd, please… don’t do this!”

He only laughs again, his grin growing wider as he leans down once again, his lips against the shell of her ear. The smell of his breath is hot and thick on her cheek, making her stomach churn. She continues to squirm, desperate to get away, her body tensed and her breath coming short gasps. She’s never felt so vulnerable and scared in her entire life, and she can’t believe that she’s in this situation with a man she used to trust.

Her heart aches, and tears continue to stream down her face as she comes to a terrifying realization… that she’s at the mercy of a man who has no mercy.

“Lloyd, don’t…” Y/N sobs as she feels him grab her hips again, forcing her to bend her knees. “Oh, sweetheart ,” he purrs at the sight of her bare cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He grips the shaft of his cock, pressing the wet tip against her slick folds. He looks down at her with a self satisfied grin before shoving himself in one swift motion. He doesn’t care to let her walls stretch around him. The burning sensation mixes with a sensation of pleasure as she chokes out a gasp.

More tears stream down her cheeks as her body betrays her, slick drips down her thighs. She doesn’t want to feel this way but she can’t deny how good this feels as he pounds into her, his cock so deep she can feel every inch of him. He’s not soft or gentle. Lloyd grunts, his fingertips digging into skin of her hips. She's sure he’s gonna leave a mark. “What’s wrong, pumpkin? Can’t take it?” He mocks with a rough thrust into her that sends her gasping, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Y/N clenches her hands into fists, wishing she could hold onto something–anything. But all she can do is lay there and take it. Her cheek still pressed against the sheets, ass up in the air as she feels his hips snapping against her ass. “H-hate you. S-so much!” She whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut as her cunt clenches around him.

“No. You hate that you like it.” He retorts, a smirk on his lips. When he bends down to untie the rope binding her wrists, a wave of relief washes over her. The pressure on her skin eases, and she can move her hands for the first time in hours. But even with her wrists free, the intensity of Lloyd’s touch remains intense. She grips the sheets tightly, holding back a soft moan as he continues at a brutal pace. Despite her efforts to muffle it, she knows he hears her, and there’s a hint of amusement in his expression.

“That’s it, baby. Give in. Y/N. You’ve been craving this, haven’t you? Missed my cock filling you up?” When she doesn’t answer, he growls, leaning forward and pulling her back with his fist in her hair. Her back comes in contact with his chest, his hand slipping from her hair and wrapping tightly around her waist. The next thing she felt was his lips trailing over her shoulder, his thrusts never relenting.

His mouth trails sloppy kisses up her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin as his hands trail over the thin fabric of her tank before he pulls it down, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air of the plane. A low groan slips past his lips as her tits bounce as he speeds up. “You’re mine, you hear me?” He grumbles into her ear. “Mine. Never gonna let you go.” Without another word, Lloyd begins kneading her breasts, making her gasp. “You like that, don’t you? C’mon, sweetheart. I wanna hear you say it.”

He craved her; that was a fact. It didn’t matter what she thought about him, how much she despised him, or how desperately she tried to ignore the desire that burned within her. He had a hold on her, and he knew it. “I’m yours.” Y/N breathed out before closing her eyes as she felt her walls clench around him. That was enough for Lloyd. He’d been trying his best to stay in control this whole time but he couldn’t wait any longer. With his right hand, he gripped her chin, pressing his lips against hers fervently.

There was nothing sweet or short about the kiss, his hips grinding deep into her cunt, making her moan against his mouth. “That’s right. You’re mine, sweetheart. Forever.” His hand fists her hair once more, pulling her against his chest tighter and kissing her neck. His balls throbbing every time he felt her clench around him. Lloyd groaned as he felt his body tense before his cum spilled out of her.

He gently laid her back down on the bed, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, pumpkin. I’ll be back shortly.” He whispered, pulling up his pants and shoving himself back in his slacks. He grabbed a blanket, watching as her breathing slowed down and her eyes fluttered shut. Lloyd gave her one last look before he strided down the hallway, preparing to land and take out his next target.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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a diamond's gotta shine.

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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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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His Sunshine Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Sunshine was a normal sixteen-year-old girl. She helped out at her family's diner as a counter girl and worked hard in school. But like any girl, she would look at her arm, waiting for the day when the mark of her soulmate would appear, and she could go out into the world on her seventeenth birthday and start searching for him.

But little did she know that her parents already had an idea of the type of person her soulmate was supposed to be. A psychotic agent by the name of Lloyd Hansen.

Turns out...the only thing that was keeping him together all these years was the hope that when Sunshine presented as his soulmate, he would be accepted by her family with open arms.

Her parents employed none other than Sierra Six, an agent who was set to train her, and put her in the program when she came of age. But what he didn't expect, is that her parents followed none of the guidelines of the agency.

Sunshine didn't know that she was Sierra Eight.

She had no background in fighting, defensive skills, or any of the necessary requirements to make her a successful agent.

She was just a scared teenage girl

And Lloyd may have been a dark and stormy cloud...but she's his sunshine...she's the light in his soul. He wants to protect her from the fate that her parents picked out for her when she was born...and he'll do anything to make sure she's safe and in his arms.

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Day I Left My Life Behind

Chapter 2: The Day My Parents Died

Chapter 3: The Day I Left Behind My Innocence

Chapter 4: The Day My Handler Left

Chapter 5: The Day I Met Lloyd's Wife

Chapter 6: The Day My Handler Betrayed Me

Chapter 7: The Day I Became A Rogue

Chapter 8: The Day My Soulmate Caught Me

Chapter 9: The Day I Realized What Love Was

Chapter 10: The Day My Soulmate Took My Place

Chapter 11: The Day I Became The Future Mrs. Hansen

Chapter 12: The Day My Ex-Handler's Soulmate Met Me

Chapter 13: The Day I Almost Lost Him

Chapter 14: The Day My Ex-Handler Found Me Again

Chapter 15: The Day I Pressed Restart

Warnings will be posted each chapter. Contains dark themes like gun violence, murder, noncon, implied rape, smut, etc.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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An Open Shot

Summary: Lloyd has a secret

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: fluffily explicit

Warnings: soft!Lloyd Hansen, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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“I need to know where you’re going!”

“You don’t need to know jack shit!” Lloyd shouts at the agent. “Unless there is something else you need me to do?” he waits while the superior agent shakes his head. “Good, call me when you fucking need me.”

Lloyd walks out of the office, still bloody and bruised, but he has more important things to do. The case had gone cold, and he was ready for time off.

“God, that guy is such an asshole,” he mutters to no one. “Still think he’s hiding something.”

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Lloyd checks his vehicle making sure that there’s no tracking device before taking the long way home. Rushing to get away from these people, and back in comfort. Wanting to just see your face.

It might have taken some travel, but he could see you through the window, bending down, and most likely cleaning up a mess from the day. He smiles softly when you turn to the side, and he can see the small swell of your belly. It had been too long, and he didn’t even know.

With a deep breath, he gathers his bags to head to you. You’re alerted right away to someone at the door, your eyes flick upstairs, and then back to the door. Walking to grab a gun, and you point it at the man who enters, but then you quickly return it. “I thought you were dead,” you give him a disapproving look.

“I probably should be,” walking into the light, you see the marks on his face. Cuts butterflied together, and gasp at the sight. “Honey, I’m fine.”

“Lloyd,” but he’s over to you with a few quick strides. Grabbing up your hand, and moves you around in a slow dance, “There’s no music, babe.”

“Shh,” he says, his hand sliding over your belly, and he caresses your skin gently. “How far along?”

“Five months.”

“Really?” he playfully asks, leaning forward to nip at your back. “And what is the sweet little caterpillar?”

You roll your eyes, before resting your head on his chest. Moving your hand over him, your ring glimmering in the dim light. “You know I don’t find out without you.”

“He or she is keeping you too far away from me,” he continues his slow dancing with you. The two of you breathing in the other, melting into each other. You hate when he leaves, but loves when he comes back.

Court Gentry zeros in on his target, and furrows his brow, “He’s got a wife?”

“A wife?” someone asks over coms.

Lloyd pulls you back off of him when his eyes flick over to the stairs, “No!” you let out an airy giggle. “Don’t you dare.”

“But…I wanna see them,” grabbing his hand, you pull him into the bedroom, ignoring his feigned whines.

“You’re gonna see your wife first.”

“Oh really?” you slowly nod your head, before slipping off your nightgown, “I really like seeing my wife.”

“And she really likes seeing you,” it doesn’t take much to get Lloyd stripping out of his clothes. Walking over to you, his hands roam over your curves, learning your body like this. Fingers indenting into your skin, until you push him back on the bed.

“You think you’re a badass, huh?”

“I think I’m horny and pregnant, and I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” you crawl up onto the bed, gripping his cock, you give a few kisses to his tip. Kissing down the veiny girth, before licking all the way up.

“If you’re so fucking horny, then quit teasing,” slinking up his body, you move to straddle him, with your swollen stomach, he helps guide you over him, and you sigh in relief. Sinking down to the root, and you had never felt better.

You knew he had a dangerous job. Knew that one day, he might not come home to you, but for now, you were going to relish in having him here.

Slowly grinding on his length, you trace the outlines the scars on his chest. Seeing his face turn into the softest pleasure at the way you tenderly work yourself over him. “You know what my favorite thing about you like this?” you sigh out a questioning moan, and he continues. “You’re so sensitive. You’ve been clenching down on me for two whole minutes. Let go.”

“No, I want to enjoy you,” you push back the need to orgasm, and not that Lloyd is complaining. Not when he’s balls deep in your quivering cunt. “Baby…” you sing up to the ceiling. His hands groping your engorged tits. “Lloyd…Lloyd I, I…”

“There ya go let go,” his voice almost purrs up at you, and you feel a blanket of warmth cover your body. “You got more in you? Daddy’s not finished.”

Smirking at him, you readjust yourself for reverse cowgirl. Getting the perfect angle to bounce over him. Lloyd in a front row seat to where the two of you connect. Able to watch your body writhe over him.

Sitting up, he kisses your sweaty shoulders. Showing his love for you with every peck he whispers onto your skin. Circling his hands around to cup your belly, before sinking lower.

Your clit, neglected and swollen when he starts stimulating it. Whispering up what a good job you were doing, “Making me feel like a king, Honey. I’m almost there.”

Your pussy sucks his beautiful cock in it’s velvety folds, and the both of you ache for release. Looking back at him, he captures your lips with him. The both of you swallowing each other’s sweet sounds. Stuttering your hips, while you cum together. Moaning at his added sticky warmth, and you slow your kisses to the sweetest most intimate kiss. The two of you still connected, but you know if he’s wanting to go upstairs, you shouldn’t wait much longer.

“Lloyd, they miss you, too.”

“Well, let’s go get the rugrats then. We gotta get you cleaned up first,” even the way he rids you of his spunk is the sweetest and most delicate thing. Finishing up, he gives your sex a quick kiss.

“Wash your lips, babe. You’re not kissing our babies with that mouth.”

While he may laugh, he does clean up his mouth, but just to check, you give him a kiss. “Better.”

“Better?” he asks, and you nod with a smile. He leans in for a giggly playful kiss. Enjoying the side of Lloyd no one ever gets to see.

“Mommy?” a sweet voice creaks in the night. Her chubby little hand holds on to her stuffed rabbit, while the other rubs her eyes. “Bubba is crying,” thankfully you and Lloyd are in fact dressed.

Because she didn’t just walk in and leave like normal, she clears her vision, screeching out a, “Daddy!” before running to jump into his arms. “Oh daddy! I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, Pumpkin.”

“Ferryn, you and daddy stay here, I’m gonna get Holden, okay?”

“Can we sleep in here with you?” you kiss her nose, answering yes to go get your growing boy. Hearing Lloyd and Ferryn’s giggles even upstairs. He leans over blowing raspberries on her, and she tries pushing him off with no success. Just repeatedly saying daddy, sure that if she quits, he won’t be here.

Walking up the stairs, not to see a crying baby, but one bouncing in his crib, making grabby hands with a cadence of mama. “I know, and I got a surprise for you.”

As soon as Holden sees Lloyd he lets out a joyful scream, “Dada! My dada!”

“Hey buddy,” Lloyd answers. Reaching towards you to hold both his babies in his hands, he tilts his head to the side, thanking you for this life.

“Boss, he’s got kids.”

“Do you have an open shot?”

Court becomes heavily annoyed, because there most definitely isn’t an open shot. Your body in front of him, while he holds two children. “No,” he answers shortly.

Lloyd walks the kids to the bed, snuggling everyone in. They drift off quickly, but you just want to stay awake to gaze at your handsome husband. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Honey,” with a hand on his chest, you move to give him a kiss. Memorizing this moment and how perfect he is.

“I’ve got a shot.”

“Take it!”

You open your eyes, screaming out his name, when you see a glowing red dot, “Lloyd!”

“Son of a bitch!”

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Front Row Seat (18+)

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

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Warnings: (I mean, it’s Lloyd which seems like all the warning u need) Dark!fic, Non-con/Dub-con(reader is Lloyd’s captive), Smut, Cock warming, P in V sex, Public sex/humiliation, degradation, Pet names, Overstimulation, Angst, Canon level violence & description of Lloyd’s “interrogation” tactics (to an OC) similar to those used in the movie, 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Connected to this drabble: Actions Have Consequences, but it’s not necessary to read it b4 this fic.

Word Count: 4,223

A/N: Do I even need to add ‘dark!’ in front of Lloyd’s name? I feel like it’s a given😈 This man is my new obsession & I’m fully here for it. If you have any requests for this pairing-or just this mustachioed psycho in general-lmk! Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Come on, princess, we don’t got all day!” Lloyd stands a few paces away from the roaring helicopter, his hands resting on his hips, clearly losing his patience waiting for you to get out of the flying death trap. You inhale deeply and unbuckle your seatbelt, which is difficult to do with your trembling hands. Finally, you get it and it zips back into the seat; you stand up on legs just as shaky as your hands and stumble to the open door.

Suddenly, the copter tilts. You’re jostled to the side and your hip rams into an armrest. You cry out, knowing a bruise is already blossoming on the tender flesh. This cabin is too fucking small.

Lloyd’s boisterous laughter rings through the air and you shoot him a silent curse. You wouldn’t ever dare say anything audible, but in your head, you’re throwing every curse under the sun at his smug face.

The chopper hovers a few feet off the ground instead of resting on the helipad for some ungodly reason, and you hesitate when you reach its edge. You swallow, not confident if you hop down that you’ll land on your feet.

Lloyd reaches his arms up. “Jump, I’ll catch ya, sweetheart!” His promise gives you no peace of mind. Lloyd may be strong but you doubt he can so much as lift you up. His eyes narrow when you don’t move. “I said, jump.” Lloyd’s word is law, so you hold your breath and leap.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for a rough landing but it doesn’t come. Two strong arms sweep around your waist and Lloyd pulls you into his chest with a satisfied grunt. His arms are steel, surrounding you in a bear hug. Your feet dangle a foot above the ground; he leans down and they’re met with solid pavement. He drops his arms, resting his hands on your soft waist. “Told you I’d catch ya, princess.” He winks and gives your asscheeks a quick squeeze. You jump at the sudden advance and he snickers.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you away from the helicopter as it flies off, the wind from the spinning blades whipping your hair in every direction. Lloyd’s hair, of course, stays perfectly coiffed, not a dark strand out of place.

Now that you aren’t focused on your harrowing chopper dismount, you look around at your surroundings to see where he’s taking you. A giant hangar sits in the middle of an asphalt lot. A forest of green trees and underbrush crowd around it on all sides except the front. The foliage stretches as far as you can see, parted by a narrow airplane runway.

You have no clue where you are. Ever since you “joined” Lloyd, as he likes to put it, you never have any definitive clue as to your exact location. Sometimes you can make an educated guess, but mostly you’ve given up on attempting to find your bearings. It doesn’t matter anyway. No matter where you go, Lloyd is right there next to you, dictating your every move.

All you know about this place is that Lloyd said he wanted you to come along on one of his “work trips” so you can get acquainted with his line of work. You’re not eager to find out what this “work trip” entails, because knowing Lloyd’s profession, it can’t be good.

A man in tactical armor carrying a large shotgun opens the hangar door and you step into a brightly lit metal cavern. Two sleek charter planes take up most of the building, and large wooden crates fill up any empty space. You can only guess as to what’s inside them, and you don’t want to find out.

Lloyd leads you to a door at the back of the hangar that opens into a long hallway. A musty smell permeates the stale air. Three menacing steel doors line the passage, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Lloyd stops at the last door and raps his knuckles on the dull gray metal.

The door opens and you gasp when you see a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a cloth sack covering his head. Your heart begins racing and your eyes fly around the stuffy interior, taking in the two armed guards, the long table lining the far wall, and the worn-out stains splattered around the room. You try not to focus on the dark splotches, even though you’re fairly certain they aren’t old ketchup stains.

You’re too shocked to resist when Lloyd pulls you into what you assume is some kind of interrogation room. Two more guards follow behind. When the door slams shut behind them you snap out of your stupor.

You begin to hyperventilate, your shaky breaths becoming ragged. You tug against Lloyd’s grip, desperate for an escape. The small rectangular windows lining the wall are hardly big enough for you to slip out of, and a guard blocks the only door in the cramped room.

Lloyd squeezes your hand tightly and you yelp, ceasing your attempts to pull free. You whip around to face him, your eyes are wide as saucers and full of panic. His striking face is as calm and cocky as ever. “Don’t be shy princess, you’re being very rude, not greeting our special guest,” he coos, his tone patronizing. He walks over to the man tied to the chair, towing you behind him.

When he’s close enough, Lloyd reaches out and yanks off the sack around the man’s head. His lined face is pinched with rage and he strains against the ropes, his shouts muffled by a dirty black cloth in his mouth. Lloyd pats the angry man’s cheek before he straightens back up. He glances down at you and cocks his head. “Don’t worry about all this,” he gestures around the dingy room, “Mr. Wilson was invited here to have a little chat. He’s gonna answer some questions, isn’t that right, Wilson?”

He bends back down to look at the trapped man–Wilson–and makes a concerned face, “Are you comfortable, old pal? Can I get you anything? Some water? Although you’ll probably want something much stronger for what’s about to happen to you.” Wilson’s dark eyes narrow and he struggles against his restraints, more muffled yells sounding from his gagged mouth. Lloyd’s face scrunches up in mock sympathy. “Sorry, I didn’t get that. Guess you’ll just have to stay here for now.”

Lloyd steps back and motions to one of his men, who sets a large tactical-looking box on the table. While the sizable guard unpacks everything, Lloyd guides you over to a corner on the opposite side of the room. He sets you in front of two more intimidating guards so that you’re facing the bound man. He cups your cheek and murmurs, “Stay right here and watch, princess. Like I said before, I want you to get a taste of what daddy does when he’s not at home.” He gives you a playful wink and pinches your cheek before getting back to the task at hand.

He grabs a chair that’s sitting against the back wall and drags it up to rest in front of Wilson. He doesn’t turn the chair around, instead straddling it with the back facing forward. Leaning over to the table on his left, Lloyd unfurls one of the rolled-up bundles laying on it and a neat row of various metal instruments is revealed. Your stomach drops to the floor at the sight of the ominous devices.

“Now then,” Lloyd hums, as his hand grabs the gag in Wilson’s mouth, “let’s remove this cumbersome thing first.” He rips it out but before Wilson can say anything intelligible, Lloyd cracks him square in the face with his massive fist. The assaulted man’s head snaps back and he lets out a gurgled scream. You jump, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from duplicating the strangled cry. When he lifts his head back up his nose is already turning purple, blood gushing from it.

Lloyd doesn’t miss a beat, he snatches a pair of small pliers from his “toolkit” and waves it in front of the bleeding man’s face. “That was just a little taste. Things are gonna get a lot more painful for you if ya don’t start giving me some answers. Now, is there something you wanna tell me?”

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

This time Lloyd’s fist connects with the side of his face; the sickening crunch making your insides reel.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” As he speaks, the same man who had set up Lloyd’s workstation snatches Wilson’s right hand, straitening one of his fingers out. Lloyd moves in front of it, obstructing your view of the hand, but you can infer by the sounds of pain what he’s doing with the small pliers he’d chosen.

When his howling captive claims ignorance again, Lloyd wrenches his arm back and Wilson’s pained cries increase. “Wrong answer!” Wilson has a crazed look in his eye as Lloyd sets something on the table with the pliers. You almost hurl when you see it. A bloody fingernail.

The nightmare continues for what feels like hours; Lloyd still not getting any closer to whatever it is he’s seeking. You do your best to hold back your revulsion but when the metallic stench of blood hits you, you can’t keep yourself from crying out. When they move to his left hand and you finally see the gruesome work they had down to his right, you sob.

At this point, you can’t control your gasps of horror and mournful whimpers as the man in control of your life tortures a helpless victim in front of your very own eyes. Tears start to stream down your face and your hysterics become louder, drowning out Wilson’s own cries. When Lloyd places the now bloodied pliers down and picks up a much larger pair you can’t control yourself from wailing. “Stop!”

Lloyd stills and draws his hand back from the array of sharp tools, a sudden ominous aura radiating off of him.

Oh god, what have you done?

He slowly stands up, swinging his left leg over the seat, and turns to face you. You expect fury on his features but instead, his eyes gleam with ravenous excitement. Lloyd cracks his neck and saunters forward. His voice drips poisonous honey when he speaks, “You know, sweetheart, normally I’d be pissed at anyone for interrupting me in the middle of work. I mean, I was on a roll, princess!” His posture as he looms towards you is wound tight with unspent energy. You step back but run into the guards behind you. “However, princess, I was already having a difficult time enjoying myself with all your little intrusive sounds.”

He stops directly in front of you, his body almost touching yours, and brings his bloody hands up to frame your face. His touch feels like needles on your heated skin. He squinches his features into a mocking pout, wiping away one of the tears staining your cheek with his thumb.

“I know you’re not used to this yet, but fuck, I didn’t think you’d react like this. You can barely contain yourself, hun. And let me tell you princess, all those whines and moans of yours are making it pretty damn hard to concentrate.” He grabs one of your limp hands and drags it over his crotch. You gasp when you feel his prominent erection and try to jerk your hand back but he grips it tight, massaging your soft palm against his growing bulge. “Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t know how I’m supposed to work under these conditions.”

He suddenly pulls back and strides back over to his bruised prisoner. Wilson flinches when he nears but Lloyd snatches the chair he’d been straddling and drags it back, turning it around as he does so. He sets the heavy metal chair about five feet away from the beaten and bloody man. He sits down, lounging back in his seat, and looks over at you and smiles, his wide grin reminding you of a wolf baring its sharp teeth.

Lloyd wastes no time pulling his straining cock out of his pants, clutching the growing member in his strong grip. His eyes devour you as he strokes it up and down. You’ll never get used to the sight of it, huge and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum. It’s split you open too many times to count at this point, but still, your pussy walls are never prepared for his massive size. The first few strokes are always pure agony as your walls are stretched to encompass his substantial girth.

Lloyd’s deep voice cuts through your wandering thoughts, “Well, come on over, princess. Come sit on daddy’s lap so he can help you through all this.”

You step forward but hesitate, hovering just out of his reach. You look around the room with wide eyes, feeling all the heated gazes lingering on your quivering form. Your mouth is dry and your skin feels clammy like you’re burning up. Your voice quavers as you mutter, “P-please, Lloyd, don’t make me do this. I can’t–”

His shrewd eyes flash a warning and you swallow your protest, otherwise, it might be you strapped to the chair opposite him next. You inch towards him, hanging your head; your body shaking with embarrassment. Fear-filled adrenaline and deep shame shoot through your veins.

When you reach him you start to climb onto his lap but he stops you with a blood-smeared hand on your hip. He grips the sides of your pants and tugs them down, taking your panties with them. Your breath hitches and new tears well in your eyes. You cover your face as you step out of your pants, too ashamed to look him in the eyes.

Lloyd takes your hands in his and pulls them away from your cowering face. He chuckles under his breath, eyes dilating at the sight of you bare before him. He licks his lips and his dark mustache twitches when he notices the tremor in your thick thighs. “Hop on, sweetheart.”

Before you can straddle him, he grabs your wide hips and spins you around. “You don’t want to miss the show, now do you, princess?” Your eyes widen when you see the towering guard who had been assisting Lloyd beforehand starting up a generator; attaching jumper cables to it. “Lucky you, getting to watch Tod take over. He’s pretty good at this stuff too, not as good as me, of course.”

Lloyd’s grip on you is tight as he lowers your ass down onto his cock. His cock-head slips in between your pulsing pussy-lips and you gasp at the sensation as he stuffs his thick length inside of you. The burn of him stretching your walls as he pulls you down inch by inch is insufferable. You mewl, throwing your head back and sucking in deep breaths, trying to relax your tense muscles.

He’d already filled you up once today, in the shower that morning, so your pussy is already sore and the added sting as he lowers you down is unbearable. The position you’re in only makes it worse. You can feel every ridge and bulging vein as he pulls your weight down onto his engorged dick, the full sensation too much for your already fucked out cunt. Your whimpers of pain only egg Lloyd on, and when he’s fully sheathed inside you he thrusts his hips up, slamming against your cervix.

You fall back into his chest, your toes curling at the merciless invasion. His next movements are minuscule; just small, shallow thrusts with his cock still buried to the hilt in your quivering sex. In between the teasing thrusts he circles your hips around his cock, growling at the feeling of your ass grinding against him.

His teasing thrusts drive you crazy. They’re enough to rile you up but are far from enough to offer you any kind of release. You’re even more ashamed that you’re yearning for pleasure in this grotesque situation. You excuse it as wanting to get it over with quickly so you can go back to cowering in the corner.

Lloyd doesn’t seem to have the same mindset, though. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing and massaging your delicious curves, but only ghosting over where you need his scalding touch the most.

You don’t remember when he slipped his hand under your shirt, but he plucks one of your nipples and you gasp at the added stimulation. He pinches and teases the sensitive nubs with his rough fingers and you try not to think about the slight stickiness of them. You try not to think about the blood on his hands tainting your skin.

“Open your eyes, princess, I told you I don’t want you to miss the show.” Lloyd squeezes your now stinging nipple tight and you let out a strangled groan. His chest rumbles when your tight cunt clenches around his aching dick.

When you force your eyes open you immediately regret it. Tod, the guard, presses one of the electrified jumper cables to Wilson’s cheek and the man writhes in his seat, straining against his restraints. Tod has a twisted, delighted look on his face, similar to the one Lloyd always sports but less controlled.

With his henchman now doling out the punishments, Lloyd begins the same line of questioning as before. For every unsatisfactory answer Wilson gives, he gets a shock from Tod’s jumper cables, each strike leaving a slight burn in its wake.

All while Lloyd presses you to his cock, his arm thrown around your waist to keep your hips from bucking up. Even worse, with every blistering shock and cry for mercy, Lloyd’s dick twitches inside of you. You always knew Lloyd was a sick bastard, but you can’t believe the sadist is getting off on watching the brutal action playing out before you.

You feel sick. You want to hate him, you want to scratch his eyes out, pry his heavy hands from your body and crawl off his lap. But you’re too weak–both in body and spirit. Lloyd has broken you so many times that the notion of refusal, of fighting, is a fleeting fantasy. All you can do is watch the gruesome interrogation, helpless to the trauma unfolding in front of your eyes. And still, even while witnessing the awful torture, you’re coming undone by Lloyd’s relentless ministrations.

He has you right on the edge of pleasure, but the ache of his fat cock splitting you open is keeping you from your release. It’s all you can do to keep from begging for some kind of friction against your swollen bundle of nerves, not that you’d put it past Lloyd to demand you do just that.

Tod presses an electrified jumper cable to Wilson’s neck for a moment longer than the other shocks and he screams and thrashes like never before. The cries dwindle into weeping pleads for mercy as the electricity bleeds out of his system.

Lloyd can’t hold back his groan, “Fuck, princess, this is almost too much.” His hips snap up and you yell out his name. “That’s it,” he grumbles against your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Take daddy’s fat cock. Look at you, a hungry little cock-slut getting off in front of all these people. Have you no shame, princess?”

His hips start rolling into you with a steady rhythm and it’s your turn to plead for mercy as he tears your pussy apart. He drops his hand to your cunt and you wail when he finally touches your needy clit.

You shake as he rubs small circles around the sensitive nub while he taunts you with more cruel words, “I had no idea you were such a dirty slut. This was supposed to be your punishment, princess. Your punishment for making me this hard in front of my men. In front of Mr. Wilson here. It’s downright unprofessional. Though I’m sure Wilson wishes his punishment was this–” he pinches your throbbing clit and you squeal, arching your back like a cat in heat–“pleasurable. Maybe if he had been more cooperative I would have been more inclined to share.”

Your breath hitches at what Lloyd is insinuating, disbelieving his words, but knowing deep down he would have no qualms passing you around if it helped him win. Because that’s all this is to him; a game that he loves to play. A game he must win at all cost, no matter who he has to hurt or manipulate or torture. There are no lines that can’t be crossed in Lloyd Hansen’s twisted playing field.

Lloyd breathes in your scent, “Hmmm…Well, maybe if Tod can get the info out, I’ll let him have a go as a reward for a job well done. There’s no amount of cock a cum-slut like you can refuse, right princess?” Your sounds of protest morph into moans of insatiable pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts and applies more pressure to your clit.

You don’t miss the way Tod licks his lips as he looks at your plump pussy getting pounded by his boss. He adjusts himself before getting back to work with renewed vigor. You shiver, trepidation flooding your psyche. Goosebumps rise on your flesh.

Lloyd must have seen the lust-filled look in Tod’s eyes too because he growls deep in his throat and holds your hips in a vice-like grip. He starts bouncing you up and down on his swollen cock, stuffing your dripping cunt to the brim over and over again, your juices soaking his pristine white pants.

Every time his cock-head slides against your g-spot you see stars, barely able to make out Tod and the weeping Mr. Wilson. There’s no way you can control the salacious sounds spilling past your lips, you can’t think straight as Lloyd absolutely wreaks you.

Your breasts jiggle as he bounces you up and down. Other parts of you jiggle too, but Lloyd doesn’t care. He loves the feel of your generous curves pressed against the hard plains of his body, the force you can take as he drives his cock into you. But most of all, he loves how he can turn you into a cock-dumb, drooling mess. The wanton sounds he’s pulling from you right now are the reason he’s kept you by his side for so long–and why he’ll never let you go. You’re his perfect, pliable princess, and he will keep you locked in a tower if it means you’ll never escape his hold.

Your trembling walls squeeze tight around Lloyd’s dick when he slaps your clit, the sharp sensation shooting up your spine and unintelligible curses tumble from your chapped lips. You chant his name like a prayer when he lifts up your left leg, his powerful bicep curled under your knee. Over and over, he hits the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars as his cock slams up into you.

He orders Tod to shock Wilson when he denies him the information he’s seeking yet again. Lloyd growls in your ear as he cums at the exact same time the jumper cable meets flesh.

The feeling of his thick, hot cum shooting into you pushes you over the deep end. White hot flames spark through your veins. You convulse, your walls fluttering around Lloyd’s leaking dick as your entire body seizes up from your intense orgasm. You’re a jumble of cum and slurred speech as you come down from your lofty high. Your chest heaves as you try to reign air back into your lungs.

Lloyd bites your shoulder and you shudder at the sting of his teeth marking you as his. He laps at the wound, pleased with his handiwork. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Even though your stomach still has butterflies, you try to pull away from his muscular form–but you can barely wiggle your fingers, much less climb off of him.

Turns out, you don’t have to worry about that. Lloyd stills your movements with large hands placed on your waist, pressing you all the way back down onto his cock. It’s somehow hardening again, the stretch taking over your blown-out senses once more.

You groan, shifting uncomfortably in his lap, but Lloyd shushes you, “Uh-uh-uh, princess. You’re staying right here. Gotta keep daddy’s cock nice and warm while we wait for Mr. Wilson to cough up the answers we need. Besides, it’ll help your tight little cunt get acclimated to being wrapped around daddy’s cock while he works because you’re gonna need to get used to it.” He cups your jaw and forces your head forward.

You can’t even bring yourself to react to his foreboding declaration. All you can do is sit there with his insatiable cock filling your tender pussy and struggle to hold in your shameful moans. Lloyd clearly isn’t stopping until Wilson gives up the intel-or worse-either way, you’re going to be filled up with his pulsating length for the foreseeable future. Just like he wants.

“Tod, up the voltage.”

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shininglikeyoursmile · 7 months

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Making Amends💫💫💫

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 800

Summary : Lloyd thinks you need more love but not from him.❤

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌self care , pampering🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! AND I BET HE'LL DO THIS LIKKKE 1000000%

Look at me making him Soft 😌😌😌😌😊😊😇😇😚😚😚😚🤭🤭🤭(from his heart )

There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

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"C'mon do it , Pumpkin" Llyod urges . You stay silent and don't reply right away . The chilly air makes you want to snuggle more into him.

10 minutes before :💫💫💫

He can come up with the most odd ideas and you don't complain. So , when he suggested you both spend some time on the rooftop you nodded at the suggestion. "Ah , but no clothes allowed, " he interrupted with a grin . You narrowed your eyes, a sign for him to proceed. "We will take the new blanket we ordered, " he said. You considered his request for a second, the blanket was expensive which meant you won't be cold besides he will be there to keep you warm. "But why no clothes?" You questioned as you walked closer to him. He pulled you closer by your waist and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Sliding his large hand down your spine he smiled lightly ,"I need to feel you , skin to skin contact". His voice was soft, and you knew by the drop that he'd something in mind . "Okay " you whispered and the way his lips formed in a grin , that confirmed your doubt.

Back to present :💫💫💫

Now here you are , resting your head on his shoulder, your back to his and his hand covering yours on your stomach. He was leaning against the wall and had set up a mattress. He leans down and places a soft kiss on the hollow of your neck , the slow trail along it making you sigh with contentment. "Please," he requests and rests his chin on your shoulder. "Lloyd, " you mirror his tone. "I know you can do it " he urges again and takes your hand and settles it on your left breast, just above your heart .

"Do I really have to do it now?"you ask again and tilt your neck to look into his eyes. There's a hidden request in your gaze. You are a little hesitant to follow his words but Lloyd knows it too . He doesn't even blink and you know he's not gonna let this slide . He needs you to do it , of course if you are ready for it . But he'd seen no sign of you being not ready . You just need a little support and he's here for you , always. He once joked that even your own shadow can leave you in the dark but he will always be there for you. You don't doubt it .

His body heat is enough to keep you warm and the blanket is just a bonus. You hum and cup his face with your hand. You pull him down and crash your lips on his , gaining a soft moan in return from him . He cups your left breast with his hand , your own sandwiched between his big palm and your skin. He lazily strokes your tongue with his own and when you both are panting he gives a gentle nip to your bottom lip. He pecks your lips again.

"If you don't wanna do what I asked, it's okay Pumpkin but if you wish to follow I can wait up all night" he states. You know he will do as you say. "The later" you mumble and he hums in response. "Take as much time as you need" he replied with a little bop on your nose. You stare at the pitch black sky adorned with stars , the half moon providing a beautiful view. The air is cool although you can't feel the chill as your own personal heater is just enveloping you. You follow the slow drag of your breathing. In . Out. In. Out. In.

"I do. I forgive myself . I forgive me . For everything that transpired. I won't hold anything bad against me . I will not blame myself for the things which weren't in my control. And things which were in my control but didn't work out the way I wanted to, I forgive me." You release your breath. And just like that everything that's on your mind is whipped in the cold night.

Lloyd wanted you to do this , for you to forgive yourself. He knew you thought words which made you feel unworthy of love and happiness and it pained him to see you like that . So he did what he needed to , he asked you to forgive you. It never occurred to you that sometimes even you were hard on yourself but when he uttered those words, forgive yourself, it was like a switch flipped on .

Your thoughts were like a storm but after saying the words out loud there was silence, except Lloyd's breathing on your skin when he pulled you closer ,"Good girl " he whispered with a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I am so proud of you, Pumpkin" he whispered against your ear and just like that you fell more in love with this man.

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buckyinluv · 2 years

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⊹ ˖ ࣪✦ living for their pain

moodboard made by me ❀

Summary: Lloyd never believed he could love someone for who they were until he met you, his soulmate. You appeared in his life matching his chaotic evil energy and he swore to devote his life to love and cherish you.

Words: 3K+

Pairing: lloyd hansen x soft!dark!reader

Warning: IT CONTAINS ‘THE GRAY MAN’ SPOILERS. +18, smut (oral f, fingering, spit, slap), shooting, mention of blood, d/s dynamic, reader is not a nice person. (if you don’t like this type of content, please don’t read it)

You sat in a chair watching all the chaos develop in the multiple screen in front of you with a bored demeanor on your face, twirling your pink gaudy gun in your fingers. Looking up at Lloyd, you pouted as he looked back at you relaxing his frowned eyebrows, with soften eyes. “What’s wrong, bubbles?” Lloyd lowed down to your face, caressing your cheeks with the back of his fingers tenderly. “This is boring, daddy. I didn’t get to shoot no one yet.” You quietly said crossing your arms above your chest.

Lloyd chuckled straightening his back but still looking down at you. God, he really loves you, it makes his heart warm up with gentle feelings he don’t usually feel from anyone else but you. “It’s gonna end soon, bubbles. As soon this bunch of idiots take that asshole we can do anything you want, okay?” He talks loudly so everyone in the room could hear him, and see he no longer wanted to waste his precious time by waiting that stubborn man to be dead.

Huffing you rolled your eyes, but Lloyd called you out immediately, cupping your cheeks leaning your face up to him. “Do not be a brat now. Is not the time to test me.”

You gave your best puppy eyes to him, with a muffled voice you apologise “Sorry, daddy” and with a satisfied grin he turned back to watch the multiple screen, giving you head-pats.

“We have Alpha and Bravo teams circling. Delta’s an route. Cameras aren’t live yet” You heard one of Lloyd’s team member said. You didn’t even tried to know his name, since you wouldn’t remember anyway, and Lloyd said you only need to occupy your tiny little brain with things that matter. Mostly things that had to do with him and with your relationship.

“Send everyone. Get ‘em in there, every team. Light it up.” Lloyd sternly said.

His voice eight octaves lower makes your body warm and your thighs clench by itself. “Shits gonna go down” You smirked happily, waiting to see some action finally happen, having you sitting on the edge of your chair.

“Cops have him near the square at the opera house.” This time a woman announced. “They’ve called in a SWAT team.”

Lloyd roughly pulled you up from the chair and sit on it and you whined glaring down at him. “Such a whiny baby.” He teased you, grabbing your waist guiding you to sit on his lap comfortably, while he caress the hem of your yellow striped skirt and lingers lightly his fingers on your inner thighs.

Lloyd was always a touchy person, making sure you were never touched deprived. Making sure you were always squirming underneath his lights or rougher touches, even if that meant touch you in front of his team. You were his to touch and play anytime he wanted, and you loved to be his.

“Alpha arriving now” You heard someone say in the back, but your attention and eyes were all on Lloyd.

“This clown’s a sitting duck. You have my permission to shoot anyone standing in his way” Lloyd grasped your inner thighs, squishing it making you moan quietly in his neck, in attempt to cover your face. Not that you were embarrassed by his touch, but what usually comes after. “You’re such a slut, hm? Moaning in my ear while people are dying out there, such a naughty little girl.” Your opened wide eyes make him smirk, but he turned to his team and voiced loudly “Make him dead” still with his hands all over your body, groping you and getting your head in a fuzzy state.

It seemed like your body reacted even more when Lloyd was mean, you adored how dominant he looked and how malicious he could be with everyone but you.

“We are going to prison for this” You heard Suzanne say and instantly your eyes roll.

“Keep any more cops out of that square” Lloyd commanded with a tranquil expression.

“We’re killing cops now? Margaret Cahill wasn’t enough?” Suzanne said in despair.

Mocking you snort, while looking at her “Oh no, poor cops.” Giving her a sarcastically pout, you received a disgusted glare which you simply shrug to and ignore giving your undivided attention back to Lloyd. As soon as you buried your face in Lloyd’s neck you begin to see that everything is getting more serious. Lloyd scooped you out of his lap, getting up from the chair as he said “Get bravo team in there, we need more guns.”

You didn’t paid attention to the muffling sound of guns and people talking but only to Lloyd who seemed to get more worried and stressed each passing second. He stopped his wandering and shouted to your surprise. “Would someone mind shooting the man handcuffed to the bench?” but he instantaneously turned back to you. “Sorry for screaming, bubbles. I know you hate when I scream, but these idiots make me do it.”

Standing up, you gave a quick peck on his lips, “It’s fine, daddy”

Suzannes disgusted huffing breaks his attention from you back to the big rodeo that Six is causing, Lloyd sighed “My god, how hard is it to shoot somebody?”

“I could do it if you just let me...” You mumbled between your teeth, side eyeing Lloyd who is by your side.

Lloyd knew that you could take Six down and he knew that you were good at the skill you had, but he simply could not take the risk of having you down, hurt or killed.

When you two met at the agency your aspect was of a hurt person, but you acted like nothing could faze your life. Quicker than you could expect Lloyd broke that character out of you and you devoted your life to his and he did the same to you.

He couldn’t risk the only person that ever loved him on some dumb mission, he rather kill every single person on the planet than put on the spot light again.

“Don’t even start.” Lloyd harshly stopped you, and commanded to his team. “Take that assault vehicle”, as he just said you watched a explosion on the screen.

“Holy fuck” You chuckled and commented out loud “That’s fast and furious level shit.”

Suzanne outraged stared at you, as if you were a monster, she shook her head. “This is insane. Lloyd, please, pull everyone out now. Lloyd!”

You rolled your eyes at her pathetic anguish scream and tilt your head back at Lloyd “Daddy, can I shoot her? Her voice is so fucking annoying.”

You heard Suzanne gasp at you as he decided to ignore your brattiness and announced “Extra ten million to the first guy to put a bullet in this Ken doll’s brain.”

“Ten million?” shouting out, you stood up again, with pointed fingers against the big chest of Lloyd, poking him. “I could do it for a Prada purse and you know it! This is so unfair, Lloyd!” You knew you were taking advantage of his temperament and patience that he had for you, but you wanted to prove to him that your set of skills was still in good shape.

Deeply sighing, Lloyd glared at the heated smaller person, that you are, trying to push him. He stoped you by grasping your wrists “Okay, that’s it. I’m done with you. Go to your room.”

Gasping at his command, you shook your head, as he unexpectedly lifted you up from the ground, easily throwing you on his shoulders. “Put me down!” You screamed while slapping his back, but promptly felt your body on the ground again, but outside the room.

“Go to your fucking room. Now!” He rudely shuts the grand set of old doors on your face, living you on the corridor with an agape mouth, but swiftly a door opened up with only a pink gun outside the small breach, which you took before it closes again. “I can’t believe this.”

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Scrolling in your phone as you laid down on the great room you shared with Lloyd wasn’t what you were expecting to end up doing with your night. You were expecting the adrenaline levels from your body to go high from all the running from bullets and explosions. “Boring”you complained to yourself as you sat up. You felt like the universe could hear your pleading for adrenaline, the lights went out and all the windows shook from an explosion outside of the mansion. You ran to the window watching the helicopter spin around, falling as it burns to the ground. “Finally!”

Marching to the closet to search for heavier guns than the pistol, you genuinely smiled at the equally pink gun. “My pretty girls, I missed you.”

You carefully strolled out of the room, with the gun pointed prepared to shoot.

Your body was aching for something more than waiting for Lloyd to happen, you felt giddy for it to happen. It has been a couple of months since you were actively in a action, since Lloyd didn’t let you participate in non of his missions.

The muffed sound of guns came out of the mansion, so intuitively you begun to follow the shooting sound. You carefully walked around the mansion hoping to find Six, but seeing you didn’t achieved your goal when you watch Lloyd and Six exchange shots outside.

You groaned rolling your eyes running straight to the grand set of stairs to try meeting up with Lloyd.

Watching the big amount of movement next to the labyrinth garden, you strolled forward to it preparing yourself for whatever came next.

Attentively stepping in between the long green walls, you tracked the growling buzz, facing a struggling Lloyd in between Six biceps as he tried to wipe out your boyfriend and a fucking Suzanne ready to shoot him. Before you could say anything, your instincts fired a bullet on the man behind your boyfriend, releasing Lloyd from his arms and briefly pointing the gun barrel at Suzanne’s brain. “You should put the gun down, Suzanne. You have no fucking idea how much I want to shoot you right now.”

She slowly put the gun down, and you kicked it far from her. “Fucking bitch”, you heard her murmur between her teeth.

“You shouldn’t try to romance me right now, I will kill you.”

A painting Lloyd stepped out rapidly of the fountain, and grabbed the gun you kicked from Suzanne pointing to a very bleeding Six. “C’mon Suzanne, get us the fuck out of here.” You pushed the barrel of the gun into the back of her head, coming close to her with a whisper you said in her ear. “And don’t pull anything because I have enough proof to incriminate you for all this shit Six made us do. Is it fake? Maybe.” You sarcastically chuckled.

You looked to your left feeling Lloyd’s eyes on you and you never saw that look on his face. It was a look of pure delight and admiration. You could blush if wasn’t for the situation you were in. You felt naked under his gaze.

Under his breath with a heaving chest, he laughed “I’m so horny right now, holy fuck.” He turns back to Six —that was still bleeding, genuinely content. “Man, i’m gonna marry that woman one day”

—

Lloyd laid with his back up as you changed his bandages, as carefully as you could, but he still hiss “That stings, be careful.”

You placed your hand in his back, pushing him down. “I can be even more careful if you stop moving.” He huffed, and you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. “How does it feel to be the damsel in distress?” You teased him.

“Yeah, keep mocking me.” He sat up in the bed, cupping your cheeks as looking in your eyes, giving your shivers. “Thank you for saving me, but I don’t ever want you pulling this shit again. I am being serious.”

You subtly nodded.

“You know why?” His hand trailed down to the back of your neck pulling your hair back, and you again nodded. “why then?”

“Because you love me.” You watched as he stood up in front of you, without removing his hand from you.

“And…” He added.

“You can’t live without me.”

“I would kill every single person in this shitty fucking world if that means you’re give one of your cute giggles to me. You know that, right?” He brushed his fingers through your cheeks, nuzzling your parted lips with the pad of his thumb. His eyes burned your skin with lust and his touch made your breathing hard.

“Yes” Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, as Lloyd inserted his thumb inside your mouth, and naturally you sucked on his finger.

“You’re such a good girl, right?” His voice carried a heavy tone of mockery, that damped your panties.

You nodded and a stingy warm feeling burned your cheeks, making you gasp. Lloyd loved seeing the shock on your face every time he’d slap you, it was always with no warning what so ever, leaving you with teared up eyes.

“I don’t think you are that good. Fucking disobeying me left and right like there’s no consequences to it.” He stroked the palm of his hand on your red cheeks, threatened to slap it again making you flinch.

He chucked, looking down at you. “Scared, puppy? I thought you liked when I bully you and grope you.” His hands went up and down rapidly on you body squeezing your tits, pinching your hips, digging his fingers on your thighs and tummy taking whimpers out of you. “Aw you are my little squirmy slut still.”

Going back up, never taking his warm hands of you, Lloyd cupped your cheeks forcing your mouth to open and spitting on your tongue. “Swallow, slut.” He presses his palm on top of your mouth.

You moaned against his hand, inhaling through you nose only making it harder for you to breathe. As soon as you inhaled deeply Lloyd pinched your nose, giving you no chance to breathe at all. With wide-eyes you attempted breaking from Lloyd grasp, which not only didn’t worked but he deepen his grasp as laid you back on the bed.

You hassled and kicked to break out of his grip, but the burly man on top of you didn’t even seem to flinched. The struggle to breathe made your folds a wet mess whilst in attempt to stop your hassling, his knees were between your legs pressing on your wet panties.

Whimpering and squirming below Lloyd trying to get some friction from his pants, your vision start appearing black spots, your mind get dizzier and eyes rolled back. Before you pass out, Lloyd release you from his hands, slapping softly your face. “Breath, bubbles.”

Grinding against his thighs, you left a wet patch on his grey pants. “Look what you are doing, dirty girl.” He grins at you, grabbing your head up for you see what you’ve done. “Let’s see this mess little girl up close.” He forced your thighs open, glancing over your pink cotton panties.

He hummed, kissing your knees and nipping the soft skin of your thighs giving you shivers down your spine. Coming close to your cunt, he once again hummed and sniffed your wet neglected pussy. “Fuck… you drive me fucking crazy, Y/N...” He murmured, lips rubbing your clothed folds.

Lloyd pushed your panties to the side, not bothering to take it off and blow a stream of air on your bundle of nerves and your entrance, teasing you. “Lloyd…” You whined, complaining.

Lloyd slapping your clit, scolded your complaints and you squirmed louder than before. “Who the fuck is Lloyd?” He turned his head around, looking for someone. “Me?” He mocked, slapping your clit pulling a jump out of you.

“Sorry, Daddy.” You pouted, hoping it would make he go soft for you. Did not work.

“Sure you are.” He manhandled your body, tossing you further in the bed looking like a starved man prepared to devour you. Lloyd inserted himself between your legs, he latched his lips in your throbbing clit, sucking and lapping his tongue all over your cunt.

You subconsciously clench your pussy around nothing, hopeful that he would fuck you, at least, with his fingers. “Please…” You cried.

“Shut up, whore.” He slapped your outside thighs, making you jolt from surprise.

Roughly open up your legs with a hand, he started inserting his tongue on your entrance fucking you. Your cunt let’s out noise as he switch from fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit. All the sounds of him humming and your juices against his lips and face was completely erotic.

“More, please” You cried out loud.

With no warning or preparation, Lloyd slid two fingers inside you stretching you out. It burned and it felt so good. “God!” You exclaimed, arching your back. Started being too much for your tiny brain to process, so you began pulling away from his fingers.

Lloyd’s tongue clicked in disapproval as he shook his head “Didn’t you asked for more? Fucking take it then.”

Shoving his fingers inside you, having you whimpering with a fuzzy brain. You clenched around his fingers one more time, when you felt his tongue working along with his fingers, in a similar rhythm feeling your climax near.

Lloyd knew your body almost more than you knew so to complete his plan he took his fingers out of you, stepping away from you.

You looked with disappointment written all over your face. “What…”

Lloyd sucked his fingers to taste your juice and hummed as if nothing happens. “What’s wrong, puppy?” He nonchalantly asked.

“I didn’t cum…” Still in shock you said.

“Oh yeah, I know. Maybe if you respect my orders you can cum next time.” He turned around to clean himself on the bathroom, simply living you there completely neglected and used.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x soft!dark!reader #im completely obsessed with lloyd #chris evans #the gray man spoilers #the gray man #living for their pain

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

Nicknames: Pumpkin

A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.

“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face

“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.

Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.

He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.

Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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