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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Three for One 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

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Two days before Christmas. The store is left in tatters. Shelves strewn with sparse lefftovers and aisles hastily paced by those who left their shopping a bit too late. The frantic shoppers searching for a diamond among the sand grains of untouched product.

You work at arranging the remnants of the season’s beauty advent calendars on a table draped in a bright red cloth. There’s a large tag in a metal stand that marks them as ten percent off. On the other side of the holidays, they will drop to a full eighty percent off. You always believed giftcards were a better prize, not that you got many gifts.

That year, Luanne gave you a new journal and a specialty hot chocolate bomb in the department’s secret santa. You go Michelle and gifted her a copy of your favourite novel and some nail polishes. That is the extent of your shopping and gift exchanges. Except for your puppy, Ernie, who will get a bone and one of those special gourmet dog meals.

You finish your arrangement and step back, admiring your work. It’s close to close and so close to the end of the race that the shop isn’t as busy as usual. The only customers you do see are in a rush and horribly disappointed when that very specific thing isn’t in stock.

“Excuse me,” you’re drawn around the deep voice. A man strolls up the center aisle of the beauty section, the tails of his coat flicking behind him, “hi,” he uses your name as he approaches, “I’m so sorry to bother you again but can you point me to, erm,” he looks down at his phone, “a ring light?”

You hesitate. He seems to know you and you admit, he looks familiar. You’re at that point where the faces all blur together. Your one innate flaw is that you really don’t have a good memory for that, bt you definitely recognise his voice.

“Hello, sir,” you fall short of his name. You want to say Alan but you also don’t want to be wrong. “The ring lights are actually with the cellphone.” You gesture back at electronics, “I know it makes more sense to put them with cameras.”

“Ah, oh, thanks,” he nods but doesn’t move to find his quarry, he lowers his phone, “how’s your holiday going? Thing’s slowing down,” he looks around and you can’t help but do the same.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, most people are all done,” you shrug.

“Ha, wish I could say the same,” he sighs, “I thought we were done but the wife just sent me on a wild goose chase.”

“Hm, oh, well, I’m not very busy, did you need help finding anything else?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my manager’s done for the day so doesn’t really matter if I leave my zone,” you say, “kinda boring around here.”

“You’re too sweet,” he smiles, his blue eyes deep and swirling, “and that sweater is adorable.”

You look down at your dark blue sweater with the white crochet peter pan collar. You wiggle your shoulders and grin back at him, thanking him. You know he bought some perfume for his wife but you’re still blanking on his name.

“Here’s my list,” he tilts his phone towards you and looks down, shifting closer to you as he shows you a text bubble.

“Oh my, right. I’m not sure we’ll have everything,” you teethe your lip as you go through the items, “but we’ll see.”

A message pops up over the top and you try not to read, putting your head up as you try to act like you didn’t see it. It’s not that you meant to decipher the words but your brain quickly skimmed that ‘tomorrow night?’ Not much but just feels a bit personal.

“Alright, we’ll go to electronics first, then work our way forward,” you suggest.

“Good idea,” he agrees.

You set off and he follows at just a step. You have to remember to slow down as often you’re so determined you find yourself leaving your customers far behind you. You bring him to the mobile accessories and point to the ring lights.

He considers them and rubs his chin. He points between two; “what’s the difference?”

“Oh, this one comes with a tripod extension and this one is a full kit with a mic,” you point from one to the other.

“What do you think is better for, uh, streaming?” He sounds unsure of that last word.

“I think that kit would have more to it, especially if whoever it’s for is just starting out. But I’m don’t know too much about these things.”

“I’ll take the kit,” he scoops it off the shelf, “the kid can never have enough.”

“Oh? You have kids?”

“One,” he sounds less than excited, “teenager now so he really can’t stand me.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” he forces away the shadow across his features, “you know how they can be. What about you? You going to see your parents? Spending the day with someone special?”

“Um, just Ernie,” you answer, “my puppy.”

“Cute,” he remarks, “are you guys open tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, yeah, ‘til five,” you try to remember the next thing on his list.

He seems less concerned with the items than before, instead turn to examine a pop socket, “you have to work on Christmas Eve?”

“Yeah, closing, but I don’t mind.”

“What’s this?” He holds up a pop socket.

“It goes on your phone,” you pull out your phone and show him your daisy one, “see?” You hook your fingers around it, “it’s a grip to help you hold on.”

“Ah, makes sense,” he turns the thin package over, “kid’s always breaking his screen…”

You wait patiently as he makes up the mind to add the grip to his haul.

“What’s next?” You prompt as gently as you can.

“Oh, uh,” he looks at his phone, “video games…” he squints, “V-bucks?”

“Ah, yes, that would be a gift card,” you say, “I can show you the rack.”

He lets you lead him to the large rack of subscription cards. You point out the various currency amounts available and he rubs his brow. His forehead lines as you see the stress needling in his cheek. He’s struck with the late shopper syndrome. He’s start to feel the crush of time.

“So, just your dog?” He wonders as he picks up a $75 card.

“Yeah,” you answer softly.

“No boyfriend? Siblings?”

“Just me,” you assure him, “I don’t mind. I get to choose the dessert!”

He chuckles, “that’s a good way to look at it. Did you buy yourself something special?”

“Not really, I’ve been saving for a vacation so I put most of my overtime into that,” you explain. “You having a big dinner?”

“Last minute change, wife’s parents want to host. Had to figure out travel plans.” He looks at the giftcards again and your eyes fall to the large back curled up in his arm and the card and phone grip balanced between his fingers. He slides free a Netflix card and reads the fine print.

“Do you want a basket, sir?” You offer.

“Oh, well, sure,” he accepts as he looks down, “that’s very considerate.”

“Don’t want you to drop anything,” you smile and turn on your heel.

You go to the stack of rolling baskets beside the electronics desk. Tyler doesn’t acknowledge you as he sorts through game shells to put back on the shelf. You pull the basket behind you, rattling on its wheels as you approach the shopper by the gift cards.

“Here,” you veer it around towards him.

He bends to lower the ringlight inside and drops the smaller items into next to it; he adds the Netflix subscription along with it and holds onto the Kindle card in his hand.

“You got any of these around?” He holds up the card, “the reader?”

“Hmm, we should,” you rub your neck, “I suppose if we didn’t, you can get a tablet and download the app.”

“I guess,” he nods, “can you check?”

“Of course, sir.”

You turn away and call over your headset. Regan tells you there’s a kindle up in return they can sell. You ask them to put it aside.

“There’s one left at checkout. They’re going to have it waiting for you,” you announce proudly.

“That’s great. You like to read?” He asks.

“Oh, sure, my one vice is my book addiction,” you giggle, “how about you?”

“Well, I don’t get much of a chance with work. I’m usually burnt out from all the legal documents,” he drones grimly, “then the kid has extracurriculars or there’s a PTA meeting or the wife needs something done.”

“Sounds busy,” you say empathetically, “I hope you get some time to relax this holiday.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “I almost envy you. I’m sure your dog’s good company.”

“He’s so sweet,” you can’t help but beam at the mention of your boy.

“Big cuddler?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah,” the question is a bit unexpected, “you like dogs?”

“Never really had one. Don’t need the extra work,” he says, “but I don’t mind them.”

“That’s fair. He can be a bit needy.”

He flinches and looks down at his hand. His screen flashes and he gives an apologetic look as he raises his palm, “I’m so sorry. I need to take this.”

“Take your time, sir, I’ll wander,” you point over your shoulder with your thumb.

He mouths a thanks before he answers, “Barber.”

You back up and turn to distract yourself with the shelf of controllers and switch cases. His deep voice carries but you focus on the Sinatra carol playing overhead to drown him out. Still you can’t help but catch a few words.

“Five, yeah…no, she won’t…it’s fine…” He’s quiet for a moment before he raises his voice, “figure it out.”

His stern tone sends a chill through you. It’s a sharp contrast to his previously friendly demeanour. Well, he mentioned he’s a lawyer, you assume he has a lawyer voice, akin to your customer service one.

“Sorry,” he comes back to you, “my wife…” he takes a breath, “you don’t happen to sell wine here?”

You smile. The way he answered, it didn’t sound very affectionate but maybe he hadn’t expected his wife.

“No, sorry, sir.”

“Kidding,” he chuckles, “well, I guess I should get my butt in gear,” he flicks through his phone, “um, I assume toiletries? Face masks?”

“Oh, that’s near me,” you point back towards beauty, “there’s a special for the sheet masks.”

“Great,” he grabs the extended handle of the basket, “thanks so much for this. I’m so lost.”

“That’s fine,” you go ahead of him, “it’s the job.”

🎀

You groan as you put the last empty bin in the stack. You stand and rub your shoulders, traps sore from all the lifting and moving. The night crew will set up for the day after Christmas but in the last hour of work, you and the few others in the store scrambled to get the old displays torn down.

Luanne walks with you to the employee break room. She’s in more of a hurry as she has her three children waiting for her at their grandparents. She goes ahead of you and punches out as you wait and stretch out your arms.

“Have a good Christmas,” she says breathily as she opens her locker and pulls out her purse and jacket, folding the latter over her arm, “I’ll see you after. You’re opening, right?”

“Sure thing,” you say as you punch in your employee number. “Merry Christmas.”

“Give Ernie some pets for me,” she trills as she goes to the door. “Thanks again. You saved my ass today.”

“No problem, “ you shake your head, “Christmas Eve brings out the best.”

“Does it ever. Bye, sweetie,” she waves over her shoulder as he sweeps through the door.

You go to your locket and take out your fluffy pink sherpa coat and purse. You loop your scarf around your neck and slip your earmuffs around your head. You sit to pull on your boots and stand with an ache in your calves. You feel the fatigue finally setting in. It’s not over yet; one day off and you’re right back to the furor.

You yawn as you leave the breakroom and drag your feet across the store. You take out your phone as you pop your earbuds in and choose your holiday mix. You wave goodbye to a few other stragglers and go out the front door, Spencer locking it behind you.

It’s bitterly cold out. You’re surprised by the fresh fall of snow swirling in the air. It gives an extra sparkle to the time of year.

You scroll through your phone. The buses are on holiday hours already. The next one is in an hour. Great. You can just walk, at least until you get to the next stop. More buses stop there and you can get at least ten minutes within your building.

You trod along, kicking through the powder of snow as headlights gleam ahead of you. You walk along the narrow walk beside the hotel on the other side of the intersection and a pair of flashing tail lights blink ahead of you. A dark figure stands beside the white SUV but you can’t make out much more than their silhouette.

You keep going, peeking up curiously as you near. The boot of the car pops up and the stranded driver searches. As you pass, you trip over an unseen shape, the metal clank painfully against your toe. You look down at the small foot jack.

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” the man stands straight and turns to you, “I didn’t see you coming. I was just grabbing the iron–”

“That’s okay,” you pick out your earbuds, “I wasn’t looking.”

“Wait,” he stops short and points a gloved finger in your direction, “it’s you. You work at the store just down the way, right?”

You know the man. He’s the one who was in the store just yesterday. There’s a flutter in your chest at the coincidence of your encounter. It happens, especially in the shopping district. Half the city at least passes through her during the holidays.

“Yeah, uh, that’s me. You finish your shopping?”

“Just about,” he tuts and shakes his head, “blew a tire. So, happy holidays to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” you look down at the snowy walk.

“Mhmm,” he grumbles, “all this snow, I can’t get the jack to work either.”

“Dang, unfortunately, I’m not help. I don’t know much about cars.”

“That’s fine, I called roadside assistance but they’re taking their damn time,” he checks his watch.

“Oh…” you utter.

“Don’t let me rain on your holiday, honey,” he says, “your toe okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you look down.

“Wait, are you walking home?” He asks.

You nod.

“Wish I could offer you a ride. This weather’s only getting worse,” he bemoans. He slips his hand into his jacket and pulls out his phone, “they should be here shortly so if–”

A set of headlights pull onto the apron and roll towards you. You look over as the man beside you does the same. You stand, somewhat dumbfounded at the unexpected run-in.

“That’s them,” he declares, “hey, guys.”

He waves as the white van pulls up. You were expecting a tow truck. Oh, well. Not your problem.

“Great, I guess I should get going,” you excuse yourself, “have a happy holi–”

As you step back, your heel catches on something. You don’t realise until your plummeting onto your ass that the man stuck his leg out behind you. You hit the ground with an oomph, barely missing the metal jack half-buried in the snow.

You hear the van door sliding open and a clatter of heavy treads. You can barely catch your breath as the world moves fast around you. The man bends over you as another rushes over, grabbing you off the ground as the two vehicles block out the street from view.

“Be nice,” the first man warns as your arms are seized. “Don’t hurt her.”

You suck in a deep breath. What is happening? You go to let out the shriek as you’re struck by the situation. This can’t be real but you’re being half-carried towards an open vehicle. A hand comes up and stifles your scream, smothering you as you’re yanked harshly forward.

“Careful,” the man girds again.

“Shut the fuck up,” the other grits and pulls you away from the other, spinning you around as he hooks an arm around your neck and covers your mouth, forcing you towards the van. He bends backwards, lifting your feet as you kick and squirm.

“Honey, calm down,” the friendly customer coaxes, “it’s okay.”

You don’t understand. Why are they doing this? Why you?

The man’s hand slips as you grab at his arms and your teeth come over the vee between thumb and index. You bite down and he yowls. Even through his leather glove, you give him a viscous pinch.

“Fuck!” He tosses you forward so your knees hit the side of the van and fall half-inside.

“Hurry the fuck up,” another voice calls from inside the van.

“Trying,” the second man snarls as you stand and let out a shrill note, only for a second before you’re caught from behind and muted again. This time the leather glove seals over your nose. “Fucking bitch.”

You’re lifted into the van, writhing and kicking as the door slides shut from the outside. You’re pinned on the floor in the seatless rear of the vehicle. You whimper as your eyes glisten with a sudden spring of tears.

That question rings in your head again; why you? You have no one to look for you, no one to care. It’s only you against them.

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 3 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house.

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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‘You’re not my type.’

Lloyd gritted his teeth; he held back the anger. You used to be obedient and never disrespect him like this. Now you turned into your old self. You said the same things the first time you met him.

He brushed the back of your hair gently. His touch made you shiver and you uncomfortable. Lloyd lifted his finger to show you the ring.

“You married me, my love. You must be shocked. I understand it’s difficult for you to accept the fact. Don’t be afraid, I have hired the best doctor to treat you.”

Then he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles; his mustache tickled you. “So we could go back as we used to.”

You pulled back your hand after he said that: his gaze, actions, and everything he did scared you. You don’t understand why, but you feel helpless towards him.

Lloyd, seeing you being silent made his heart ache more than ever. He’s afraid to kiss your lips and bring you into his arms. After being married, this is the longest time he is separated from you. He doesn't want you to see him as a creepy person.

Both of you are husband and wife, for God's sake.

Everything he built has turned into a mess now. The empire he have, turned crumbled when there was no queen beside him.

“I’ll leave and come back tomorrow.” Lloyd showed a sad smile and left you.

You look at his back, he looks depressed. You want to feel sorry for him, but you can’t. Because right now, the one who needs to feel sorry for is you.

Imagine you suddenly wake up and become a wife and mother. Your body is 42 years old, but your mind is still 21 years old. You don't know who your husband and your children are. To you, three of them are just strangers.

The only people you want to see are Mia, Theo and Amelia.

Where are they? They’re not worried you got amnesia?

A lot of questions in your mind right now. You need to get out of the hospital. You hate it here.

“Urgh.” You growled with pain because when you moved your feet, it hurt so bad. You tried to press the button to call the nurse.

“Mother, what are you doing?” You turned your head and saw Emily and Lionel together.

“Umm…” You feel awkward with them. It felt like a dream you have a grown up kids standing infront of you.

“I want to walk, but it’s really painful.”

Emily immediately approached your bed, and she stopped you to make another move.

“You’re in a coma for four months. Because of the accident and lack of movement, it will hurt when you move any muscle. I will made appointment for physical therapist for your treatment.”

You looked at her and felt familiar. Her nose, her jawline, the way she speaks, and the little mole near her left eye. She looks just like you.

“Thank you.”

Emily shook her head. “Don’t say that. You shouldn’t say that. It supposed to be me who…” She stops talking since tears from her eyes start dropping to the bed sheets. “I’m so glad you’re awake. I thought…. I lost you.”

After she said that, Lionel dropped to the floor, facing down, and cried.

Seeing both of them crying at the same time made you confused. You decided to open both of your arms and said, “Come here, both of you.”

In just a second, two of them are in your arms. But it was Lionel who got all the space. He rested his head on your shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around you, “I’m sorry mother. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

He keeps repeating these words. Since the accident, the guilt is eating him alive. He wished that it was him instead of you on that day.

You want to cry when you hear his voice; you stroke his head. “It’s fine. I’m alright.”

You sighed heavily, accepting the fact the moment you wake up you became a wife and a mother.

"Shit, that fucking hurt."

"I never heard her curse in my life." Lionel whispered to his sister. He and Emily are watching you exercising your leg with parallel bars. You tried to regain your strength and balance.

Emily patted her brother's shoulder. "Anyone who just escaped death will have their personality to changed.”

Lionel saw you slipped away from the parallel bars. He moves fast to catch you. But you slapped his hand. You felt you hurt this boy's feelings. You apologize to him "Sorry, I'm still not used with this."

Lionel made a small nod and backed away. What you mean by 'with this' is you still can't accept the moment you wake up, and you become 40 years old without any memories.

He looked at Emily again, wanting to cry. All of this happened because of him. He decided to walk away and get some fresh air.

Emily saw her brother leave the room. She felt bad seeing him depressed, but he needed to learn the consequences of his mistakes. It wasn’t his fault the car hit you. But if he didn’t insist to grab that damn shoes, none of this would’ve happened.

It hurts her when she hears you have amnesia.

The way you look at her is also different. But Emily thinks it's a good thing. Because you became someone else. You seem confident and brave even though you still can't accept reality. She never sees this side of you.

Before, you used to say yes to everything Lloyd said. You're an obedient wife.

You're the best mother she ever knew, and she is grateful for that.

But how Lloyd, Krystal, and Lionel treated you is unfair.

The life she had found out to be a lie. Emily used to see Lloyd as an awesome, strong, smart, and successful father. And he loves you so much. But after she grew older, she realized that what happened between both of you was not love.

It’s obsession and stubbornness.

And her grandmother, Krystal. Emily never being close to her. She always heard her friends' stories about how their grandmother was so nice, always giving them allowance food and staying with them.

With Krystal, she doesn't have anything like that. There’s no such thing as a connection with her own grandmother. Even with all her high grades, trophies, and certificates, she never heard any compliment from Krystal.

Lloyd and Krystal used you to get what they wanted, and they did. But they have to pay a price. That's the biggest secret in this family.

That's why she left. She felt ashamed of the horrible lie she had known for the rest of her life.

Lionel is almost the same as them, but Emily hopes he will change for good because of this accident.

‘Bzzt.’

Emily grabbed her phone and saw the name was Dr. Gabriel. He’s a senior doctor who is also in charge of you. “Good afternoon doctor.”

“Come to my office. There’s an annoying patient at my office right now. Could you check on him? I’m still giving class at the moment.”

Emily widened her eyes, she had never heard Dr.Gabriel sound annoyed and disrespectful towards any patients. He always being professional. She became curious about who the patient was.

She turned off the phone and approached you. “Mom, I need to go. Don’t trained to hard.”

You nodded at her. “Yes. Don’t worry.” In your eyes, she’s a great kid. You’re grateful for having a smart and kind daughter.

After Emily left, the therapist asked, “Do you want to rest?”

You shook your head and wiped the sweat from your head and hands. “Continue.”

Even though it’s painful and you hold it in. It’s nothing compared with the feeling of knowing your father had died and you don’t have any memory of it.

The doctor told you to have a bed rest for a few days before practicing to walk again. But you said no because you want to leave the hospital as soon as possible to see your father's grave tomb with your own eyes.

You want answers.

Emily walks faster to Dr. Gabriel's office room. When she arrived, the nurse immediately gave the patient record to her. She opened the door, and a man was already sitting on Dr. Gabriel's chair, facing the window.

Since he’s a senior doctor, his space is bigger than anyone. Most of his patients are also rich and famous.

No wonder Dr.Gabriel sounded annoyed at the phone. This patient already makes this room like his own. She could feel the arrogance from afar. Seems like the patient noticed someone walking into the room. He turned his chair. “You’re late.”

The patient was taken aback for a moment because he had mistaken someone.

Emily cleared her throat. “Dr. Gabriel still giving a lecture righ now. He send me instead. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Drysdale?”

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ellethespaceunicorn · 4 months

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2023 Character Wrapped

@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?

Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).

Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.

But, in what order??

Alright, let's get this party started with...

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.

2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League

I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.

6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.

9. Humphrey - Stardust

Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.

And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.

TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*

I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??

No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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Oh goodie..

I was wondering like if there is a situation when Lloyd has been away for few days..not so willingly..couldn’t leave his wifey..but has to go..wifey has to practically push him out of house..

And meanwhile back home she falls a bit sick..so she avoids video call with him ..only audio calls becoz she doesn’t wants to worry him and makes an excuse that her phone is not working properly..

But hey Lloyd hansen is a smart man..he gets to know..come on you can’t lie to Lloyd Hansen 😎

What follows after.?.

#the mobster’s wife

#lloyd hansen

#plus size reader

Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size Reader

latest chapter: The Mobster’s Wife (2)

warnings: fluff, being sick, fever, cold, sneezing, sniffling, mentions of medicine. A little angsty (but not really) soft!Lloyd.

a/n: Loved the concept, and this was supposed to be short lol but I couldn’t control. Hope you like it.

Your dear husband was supposed to go out of town for his business. He tried to get out it in every way possible, some of which involved harsh language and minor threats which he didn’t like to use in front of you hence those calls took place in his office room. Still no use.

That was an important deal and it could have been risky if the head, that is Lloyd Hansen wasn’t present. And you understood that very well which was why you told, requested, pleaded, almost forced Lloyd to go.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Lloyd let out, after a heavy sigh and it was followed by a pout. His pouts and adorable facial expressions worked on you most of the time but you clearly understood the importance of the task that was at hand, and honestly so did Lloyd, even then, he didn’t want to leave you alone, he didn’t want to go.

“Good.” You kissed his cheek which made it very difficult for Lloyd to hold the smile that tried to slip up on his face. No your husband was determined to put on a dramatic and slightly hurt expression. That made you smile and gave him a kiss on the lips which finally made Lloyd break character and he smiled.

“I’ll miss you wifey.”

“I’ll miss you too hubby. It’s just three days, it’ll pass pretty quickly don’t worry.”

“Three Days!! 72 hours, that’s pretty long.”

“Oh my dramatic husband.” You chuckled.

Lloyd wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you princess.”

“I love you too Lloyd.”

After Lloyd left, you decided to spend the afternoon by relaxing and ended up taking a nap. When you woke up, it was raining.

Suddenly you wanted to go out in the rain. So you did. It had been a long time and it was so fun. You went to the terrace. The raindrops felt cold yet so refreshing against your skin. You giggled but also missed Lloyd very much.

Different scenarios played in your mind about what the two of you might have done in the rain. Some were very romantic like dancing in the rain, and others made you feel warm and shy.

A big sneeze interrupted your thoughts. You immediately went inside.

It was just a sneeze right? Nothing major, you thought to yourself.

Well you were wrong. By evening you came down with a cold.

Meanwhile Lloyd was done with his work for the day and decided to call you.

You were sneezing and sniffling, sitting on the bed with boxes of tissues, and made yourself a cup of tea. When your phone started ringing, you saw your husband’s nam. He was attempting a video call.

If Lloyd found out you got sick, he would definitely come back home, and probably even blame himself for leaning you alone.

You let the phone ring until it stopped and then immediately called him back but it was a voice call.

“Hey baby, you okay? why didn’t you pick up?”

“Hi, sorry I just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. And I um, I was changing and that’s why I didn’t pick up the video call.” Lloyd’s mind straight went to how you might be looking at that moment, where you in a towel, in your night dress or perhaps… Lloyd shook his head trying to stop his thoughts and focused on talking.

“How are you doing wifey? Missing me?” A sneeze was about to ruin your act, you somehow controlled it.

“Baby? You there?” Lloyd asked when he didn’t receive a reply. You were too busy suppressing the sneeze.

“Sorry yeah I’m h-here. Missing you so much.”

“Miss you more. But wifey, you know your voice sounds different everything alright?”

“Hey I’ll go eat something, talk to you later okay?” You hung up.

Lloyd was taken aback for a moment. Why did you hang up so quick? Didn’t even say “I love you”. Also why did your voice sound different? Were you hiding something?

It made you sad to hang up on Lloyd but you didn’t want him to worry too much. It’s just a cold. You’ll take a medicine and you’ll be fine.

Next day Lloyd tried to video call again. You realised if you don’t pick up he may understand something was wrong. So you picked up while preparing answers to some expected questions.

“Hey wifey h- wait what happened? are you sick?” Your face looked tired, you couldn’t sleep properly last night and you were sniffling.

“No no hubby, I was just seeing a sad movie and crying. And now I’m sniffling.”

Lloyd nodded but somehow he wasn’t fully convinced. Lloyd Hansen was a smart and attentive man, but his senses heightened even more when it came to you.

“What movie is it?” And just like that you could see your act slipping.

“Um, The Lion King. Yeah, always makes me cry.” You said in between sniffles and a sneeze.

“Alright I have some things to attend. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright. After last night’s call something felt off. I guess I was just overthinking.” Lloyd admitted, more to himself than to you.

“I’m alright my love. Take care. I love you.” You smiled. Lloyd’s face showed that he was genuinely worried. Made you feel sad, but you also realised how much he truly cared for you.

“Love you too, wifey.” You both hung up.

You didn’t feel like eating anything or moving from the bed. Your head started aching and you curled up in a ball. Maybe you should have told Lloyd- No no, you could manage on your own.

Lloyd’s gut feeling told him it wasn’t the movie that caused your sniffles. Luckily he managed to complete everything he needed to in less than two days so he could quickly go back home to you.

The whole day you kept lying on the bed, turning and tossing, you touched your forehead and it was warm. You dragged yourself up and had a medicine before plopping down on the bed again. You wrapped a blanket when you felt too cold then again pushed it away when you started feeling hot.

It continued for sometime. You were too tired and sleep deprived to hear the noises downstairs. As Lloyd was making his way up the stairs, loud sneezes and coughs from the bedroom made him speed up.

“Wifey?” The door opened with a bang and made up jump. You sat up and looked at your husband.

“What are-“ Another sneeze, you couldn’t complete.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick. Oh my god, look at you.” Lloyd rushed beside you.

“No wait, you’ll get sick too.”

“I don’t care.”

You told him everything and Lloyd just shook his head. You gulped. Was he angry? Disappointed?

“You should have told me. I could have come back sooner.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to compromise with your work.” Lloyd never thought someone could actually care about him so much.

“Nothing is more important than you and your well-being my love.”

“I’m sorry.” Lloyd smiled softly, moving some hair from your face which was stuck on your forehead due to sweating.

“H-how are you back early?”

“I finished my work early.” Well you were relieved that you didn’t hamper his work anyway.

Lloyd pampered you even more than usual. He fed you some warm soup, which he made. Changed your clothes, without looking at you. And gave you some medicine.

You insisted him to stay away so that he didn’t fall sick as well but he didn’t listen. Instead he wrapped you up with a blanket like a burrito and pulled you closer.

“See? I’m not touching you. So now we can cuddle.” He smiled. “Come on princess, you need to sleep.”

The next day you were feeling much better. Lloyd still didn’t let you move from the bed much. Taking very good care of you.

And that made you realise, as dramatic as it might sound, Lloyd’s presence beside you was the major reason you got well quickly.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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A Sin For A Sin

Summary: you told Lloyd what would happen if he cheated on you.

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader X Lloyd Hansen

Rating: explicit

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, double penetration, degradation, praise kink, size kink, spitting, implied basement wife, creampie, somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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A/N: For @iamesca who had the brilliant idea to pair Lloyd and Jake together 🫠😮‍💨😮‍💨

Your finger runs around the rim of your shot glass. The haggard sound of a lonely man terribly singing an annoying country song. Hiccuping and crying through the lyrics. The smokey atmosphere, and the whiskey running through your veins, making your heart feel a dull pain instead.

All you want it to forget. You don’t want that vision of him with her, and in your bed. With a tap on the bar, the cheerful bartender walks over to fill your cup again. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here listening to this shit?”

You barely give him a smile, throwing back the dark liquor, before slamming it back on the bar, “Another.”

His eyes on you as he pours the stout drink. Somehow stopping perfectly. Your eyes finally roam over his body. Making a trail up and down him. His arms corded with sinewed muscles. His shirt hanging a bit loose. One look at the boyish cargo shorts, and you ask him for another.

“You gonna tell me, why you’re here without your husband?” he gives a quick nod to your ring finger, and you shrug, taking the useless metal off to drop on the bar. “Another shot?”

“Yeah,” he reaches behind the bar to grab his own glass, pouring himself one as well.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks, taking of sip of the liquor and grimacing. Hissing through his teeth, while he shakes his head in disgust. You can’t help but to laugh at him, drinking your own slowly. Savoring the smooth smokey flavor, and relishing in the slight burn.

“You’ve had like five shots now. Your mouth is numb to this.”

“Did you see me act like that with my first one?” his face falls flat, placing his head on his hips. Sullen that you could take it and he couldn’t. “What would you prefer to drink?”

“Beer,” he scrunches his face up when a new man starts singing a heartbreak song. “Let me shut this down. It’s past closing time. Stay here,” he announces how it’s last call, and then the bar is closing. This baby blues still drifting over to you, making sure you’re not going anywhere.

Upon returning, he grabs up a beer, to drink. Those eyes on your wedding band on the dark wood. “I went home to find him in bed with another woman,” you inform him. Your phone vibrating in your pocket, and you don’t have to look to know it’s Lloyd.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know how he found another woman. He’s an asshole to everyone,” you watch as the bartender’s fists clench tight, and feel a rush of slick pool in your cunt. You had been getting worked up already, but the fierce need to protect you, really did you in.

“Except to me,” you slowly add in, and his stance relaxes. “At least that’s what I thought.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Three years. Together five. You know the bad thing? I didn’t say anything. Neither of them saw me, I just left,” your pocket vibrates again, and still you choose to ignore it.

“What’s you’re story, Mister…?”

“Ew, Jake will be fine. Mister, blech,” he mocks retching. Waiting on the patrons to leave, and he locks up the bar. “Retired from the army. I’m a dead man, literally, I’m not supposed to be alive. It was all fake. So I’m here. People are interesting.”

Biting his lip, his eyes roam over your figure. Watching every soft dip and curve of your body. Even your smell is more intoxicating to him than the booze. Love drunk, and he knows he shouldn’t feel this way.

“You know, I always told Lloyd if I ever caught him with another woman, I’d find myself another man to lay under,” Jake gulps, pushing his glasses up further on his nose, but still leans forward on the bar. “You know anyone?”

“I-I-I could possibly know someone,” with each word, your fingers undo a button on your dress, until he’s nearly drooling on the bar.

“Who did you have in mind, soldier?”

“Oh fuck,” his voice nervously responds when you let your dress drop to the ground. Undoing your bra, he bites his fist when your tits bounce free. “I can’t take you somewhere looking like that.”

Shimmying out of your panties, you hold them out for him to take, before climbing onto the bar. Leaning back so he can fully view your weeping cunt. “Who said anything about going somewhere? You want me to lean over the bar, or are you joining me up here?” you ask starting to finger yourself.

Jake speedily undresses himself, and you let out a whimper when that veiny cock bounces up. His spongy tip red with a pretty bead of precum at his slit. A thick vein running down the side. Pulsing and aching. Not as long as Lloyd’s cock, but with extra girth at his base, and you know you’re going to enjoy the painful stretch at your entrance.

Jumping up on the bar, and clambering over to you, he runs his hand through your glistening folds, “You’re soaked,” he laments. Humming at just how wet you are.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He gives a boyish grin and shrug, “Just wanted to make sure you could take me. It might be a tight fit if you weren’t prepped.”

“It’s going to be a tight fit anyways. Fuck me,” using your fingers, you spread your pussy lips, and show him your tight channel. Letting him see how your walls are needy and clench around nothing. Whining at him to just fuck you.

Gently Jake settles in between your thighs to line up to your quivering pussy. His breathing heavy and laborious. Wrapping your hands around his ass, you pull him down to you. A shaky moan escapes your lips, when his blunt tip pushes through.

Jake is too methodical, too slow for fucking. But your thankful for how slowly he sinks into you. Panting as his cock pushes through your quivering cunt, and just the way he watches you stretch around him. Studying the way your spongy pussy takes every bit of him. Sinking down to the root, and you whine with how perfectly full he makes you feel.

He drags his length out slowly, almost completely pulling out, before he shoves into you harshly. Loving how your body responds to him. Your greedy pussy needing him to destroy her. Throbbing and hungry for a beating.

Jake gives you a tender kiss, his eyes looking at you questioningly, “I can handle it. Please, fuck me dumb,” with your confirmation he ruts into you with a demanding force, but you and your cunt want more. Sucking him back in deeper each time, and becoming addicted to his pretty sounds.

Jake’s moans eager and determined for more each time. Your bodies scooting across the bar. And when he sees your tits jerk around with his force, he gets even harder. Feeling like his dick grows an inch, when his tip kisses your cervix.

A pleasured pain that you welcome even more. Forgetting about your husband, and just living in the moment with his boyish charm, but hard purposeful thrusts have you seeing stars. He looks towards the door and windows, and gives you a devilish smirk. “If anyone walks by, they’ll see you becoming a dumb fuckdoll every time I punch into you. Where do you feel me?”

A rub on your lower belly, he looks at the bulge, that bubbles up with every stab into you. “Fucking hell, you feel me in your belly, huh? You just needed to be fucked hard and deep. You want for someone to see us?”

“Uh huh,” you pant, tweaking your nipples. Your tits have a steady rhythm of ripples causing Jake to slam into you harder.

“What about if he sees you?” Jake smirks, beginning to jackhammer into you. “Want him to see you become a desperate little slut? Ready to fuck the first man who listened to her.”

“Fuck him,” Jake smiles so big, you see his dimples, making him look even younger than he already did.

“How about you fuck me?” the two of you giggle as he struggles to get the two of you twisted and turned around. Settling back down, you ride on top of him. His fingers dig into your hips, as he shoves you down to take every last inch of him.

Eyes closed, you scream pleasured prayers up to the gods, only barely slowing down. Playing with your nipples, gets your hands pushed off of you, while he lifts up to suck on the pebbled peak. Feeling amazing and light as air when you feel the second mouth, suck on your other tit.

Opening up your eyes, you see both Lloyd and Jake gazing up at you. “What the fuck?” you ask, stopping your movements.

Lloyd pulls his mouth off you with a pop, giving your nipple a few kitten licks before looking at you.

“How does she feel?”

“She may try to deny this, but her pussy has got me in a vice grip.”

“What the hell?” you try to move, but Jake holds you down on him.

“I wanna see what she looks like hugged up against you,” he lifts you up a bit for Lloyd to stare at where the two of you connect. “You’re such a fucking slut, you know that?”

“Y-you were in the bed with another woman,” you look at him confused, and he shrugs.

“Was I? Did you see her face? Jakey here has needed to get laid for quite some time. I owed him a favor. You’re the favor. Does it feel good, Sunshine?”

“Better than you,” reaching both his hands forward, he grips your nipples tightly. You whimper, trying to protest but Jake just laughs.

“There she goes again. You really are a slut.”

Lloyd starts ripping his clothes off before, climbing up behind you. Spitting a line of saliva down to your ass, and he gives your puckered hole a few rubs. Sinking two fingers past your rim, and you beg him to stop. “Oh you’re gonna take it. What feels good, usually hurts in the end, but with time, you’ll enjoy taking both our cocks, and our loads. You wanna be a slut, we’ll treat you like one. Have you leaking of both of us, and walking funny.”

“Our pretty little cumslut. Just gonna fuck you to sleep. And when you wake up,” Jake purrs up at you, letting Lloyd readjust himself when he pulls his fingers out of your virgin hole.

Your head turns back to look at him, saline trails drifting down your cheeks. But with a swipe of his tongue, Lloyd licks them up, before spitting back on your muscled tunnel.

Jake snaps his fingers trying to quit your whining, getting you to look back at him. When it doesn’t work, he slaps on your tit, causing you to yelp, turning to look at him. “When you wake up from being absolutely destroyed, we’ll fuck you back to sleep.”

“Hell,” Lloyd grunts, guiding his dick to your ass, pushing through harshly, and laughing when you sob, needing to rest your head on Jake’s chest. “We’re not going to wait until you wake up. When we want to fuck you, we will. And you,” his voice turns into a strained moan, when he shoves his cock all the way through your throbbing hole.

The three of you a sea of weak sighs, guttural moans, and desperate whimpers. Your body overcome with a pleasured pain of being stuffed so full. “Jake, calm your shit, I feel your cock twitching, you fucking dweeb.”

“I can’t help it. Her cunt is squeezing the life out of me. Relax,” he coos, smoothly running up your thighs. “Breath, and relax. You’re taking us so well. Got you stretched over two fat cocks, and you can’t think, can you?” you don’t answer, your lip just trembles, he gives your tit a sweet kiss, before a gentle nibble.

“Poor baby. Our little slutty baby is at a loss for words. You’re doing so good princess. Each time will get easier. Maybe next time we just spit roast you, huh?”

Lloyd finally pulls out, and begins fucking you. Letting Jake just fill your hole, while he destroys you in a way he’s always wanted. “Need something in her mouth,” Jake places his fingers into your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Overwhelmed with pleasure and fullness. “We’ll have to plan better next time,” he grunts out.

“Remember you told me your fantasy. Wanted me and a few others to use you, own your body, and do whatever we wanted? Surprise, Princess. I plan on it. Every fucking day, I plan on using you. Maybe even watch you get used. Fuuuck this feels so fucking good,” he leans his head back, shaking it from side to side. Barreling into you with such purpose.

“Opp!” Jake shouts, when your head droops forward. Literally fucked out when you loose consciousness. “There she goes,” removing his hand, your salvia drips down into his chest.

Lloyd holds your body up a bit more, so Jake can fuck up in you. The two of them pushing and pulling into your heat like their lives depended on it. Fucking into you with a mixture of malice and love. Taking what they came here for. Jake is the first to bust a nut. Spurting deep inside your belly, and even passed out you moan at the added warmth.

Lloyd jackhammers into you, racing for that shocking high. Gritting his teeth, until it becomes too much. Blowing his load, and he pulls out, just to watch the sloppy mess drip out of you, flowing all the way down to Jake. “Oh, I’m gonna love this.”

Jake twists your passed out body to lay on the bar, gathering up everyone’s cum, he shoves it into your mouth.

“Look at how needy she is,” his voice filling back up with a lustful desire to fuck you again, when your lips wrap around his fingers. Sucking off their spend.

“I told you she was a slut for my cock.”

“Looks like she likes mine, too. Here baby,” straddling your head, his softening cock rubs over your lips, and you still want more. With a gasp for air, he pushes past your lips, “Cockslut. You sure two is enough?”

“Let’s get her comfortably stretched out first.”

“She really thought you cheated on her.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be able to get her to agree to this without it,” Lloyd shrugs. “She’s still thinks she chose to be my wife,” he lets out a wicked laugh at Jake. “Pick her up. Let’s put her back in her gilded cage, that she calls a bedroom.”

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Angel and Demons (Boyfriend part 2)

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader, Lloyd Hansen x reader, Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Summary: Lloyd finally makes his move to get what he always thought should be his.

Author’s Note: I had to get this out because it was bouncing around my head for almost two weeks! I want to thank my loves @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @maskedmistress87 for talking me through this and helping me to come up with a solid idea! Hope you all enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love! 🥰

You can read the first part HERE it’s not necessary but may help explain a little :)

Warnings: kidnapping, light violence and threats, being tied up (but not in the fun way), cursing, mentions of implied dub/non con, smut- and all of it consenual, fingering, p in v (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Your clothes are cold and sticking to your skin, the material still soaked through from the rain. Hot tears roll down your cheeks and your wrists and ankles ache from the tight pull of the rope around them. You tug nonetheless, summoning every last ounce of strength and struggling against every bind.

With a muffled cry you jerk your body forward, testing how far you can move in this position. It’s not much but maybe if you can get yourself to something sharp…

The chair is suddenly jerked backward and your body snaps with the force, your delicate skin chaffing from the ropes. A sob racks your body and you hang your head.

“Aw what’s the matter princess? Trying to find a way to escape?”

Ransom’s fingers grab your chin and jerk your face upward. You squeeze your eyes shut and curse him.

“What was that princess?” he asks, tapping the soft fabric of your panties that sits between your lips. “I couldn’t quite make that out?”

His finger slides across your jaw and down your neck, grazing between your breasts before his hand rests on your thigh. You press your legs together, loath to allow him to touch you anymore.

“This really isn’t the way I wanted to have you tied and bound with your panties stuffed in your mouth sweetheart,” he tsks. “But since you wouldn’t come willingly…”

You silently curse yourself, your stomach twisting when you think of how naïve you were to think that helping a stranger with a broken-down car on the side of the road was a good idea. But it was Ransom’s grandfather that had softened your heart. The poor man looked sickly and when Ransom said he needed a ride home to get his grandfather’s medication, you couldn’t say no.

Ari. He was going to be so mad at you…if you lived to ever see him again. The thought brings a new wave of tears but Ransom’s harsh touch drags you out of your sadness.

Ransom shoves his hand between your legs and you let out a stifled scream, pushing off the floor with your feet and sending your chair careening backward. You land on the floor with a loud thud and cry harder.

“I thought I told you I wanted her untouched Drysdale?”

From your position on the floor, you couldn’t see the new person that entered the room but you recognized that voice. It made your head pound harder and when that familiar trash stache came into view you whimpered, more tears rolling down your face.

“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd shushes as he pulls your chair upright and brushes you off. “I’m so sorry.”

He pulls your panties from your mouth and stuffs them into his pants pocket, softly wiping your chin and lips. You jerk away from his touch and hear Ransom scoff from behind him.

Lloyd quickly turns around and gets in Ransom’s face.

“You better watch your step Drysdale. You’re in more trouble than me. Technically you’re the one who kidnapped Levinson’s wife.”

Lloyd smirks when Ransom backs away and his neck strains with the hard swallow he makes.

“Can I get you a drink sunshine?” Lloyd asks as he saunters to the bar. “If I remember correctly it’s whiskey sours that you like best, isn’t it?”

Your eyes go wide and Lloyd laughs.

“Don’t think I pay attention huh?” Lloyd sings.

He pours himself a drink and makes you a whiskey sour, walking back over and holding it up to your mouth. You clamp it shut and grimace when he leans in close to your face.

“I pay attention…to everything,” he whispers as he presses the glass to the seam of your lips. When you don’t open up he pushes harder and you cry out, finally opening your mouth to take a sip. You swallow and cough, not having had any water or food in hours.

“I should probably get you something to eat too,” Lloyd muses.

“I’ve got something she can choke on,” Ransom snickers.

Lloyd shoots him a warning glare before turning back to you and giving you a false saccharine smile.

“Don’t worry sunshine. The only cock you’re gonna get is mine,” Lloyd assures you with a kiss to your neck.

You can feel the bile rising in your throat and it takes every bit of your resolve to steal yourself and try to clear your head so you can formulate a plan. You have to think of something. With Ari away on his business trip you’re on your own and if anything happens to you he won’t forgive himself.

You take a calming breath and focus, discreetly scanning the room and trying to remember everything Ari taught you.

Unfortunately, anything of use to you is far out of reach and with both Lloyd and Ransom circling you like predators it would be impossible to go that route. But you could put your mouth to good use in another way…

“Lloyd,” you squeak out, audibly swallowing. “I…I need some water.”

You try to keep your tone docile and your voice quiet, lowering your lashes when Lloyd steps into your space.

He dips his head and waits until you lift your eyes to his.

“What was that sunshine?” he asks, lifting his brows expectantly.

“Please?” you whisper.

Lloyd’s grin widens. “Now that’s a good girl. You learn quick. Can’t wait until you’re begging for my cock. But, since you asked so nicely, water first.”

Doing your best to ignore his vile words you nod and give him a soft “thank you.”

Lloyd turns to Ransom and snaps his fingers. “Drysdale. Water for our princess. NOW!”

Ransom looks entirely offended and his head snaps back in shock.

“What the fuck Lloyd. You get her water,” Ransom spits out.

Lloyds hangs his head with a shake, his hands landing on his hips as he takes two long strides toward Ransom.

In a flash of silver Lloyd has a gun pointed at Ransom’s head.

“Do I need to ask again?” Lloyd growls.

Ransom’s eyes widen slightly but he sets his jaw in a hard line, his eyes narrowed as he backs toward the bar. He fills a glass with water and walks in your direction. Lloyd places a strong hand on Ransom’s chest and stops him in his tracks.

“Thanks,” Lloyd says as he plucks the glass from Ransom’s hand.

“Here you are beautiful,” Lloyd hums as he holds the glass to your lips.

You drink greedily, spilling some water down your chin and neck. Lloyd’s fingers follow the liquid, brushing it away before his hand closes around your throat.

He squeezes as he sneers, “don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at sunshine. I’m not stupid. But don’t worry, willingly or not I’ll have what I want.”

He lets go of your throat and you suck in a gasping breath.

“You’re such a worthless piece of shit,” you spit out. “Why are you doing this?” you ask as more tears threaten to fall.

“There she is,” Lloyd beams. “I knew that sassy mouth couldn’t stay shut for long but I have plenty of ways to keep you quiet if you don’t behave,” Lloyd warns.

“What the fuck are we waiting for Lloyd?” Ransom asks as he paces the room. “And how are you so sure Levinson won’t find us?”

Lloyd chuckles. “You really are stupid, aren’t you Drysdale. I know what I’m doing.”

Ransom steps into Lloyd’s space. “You’re gonna get us both killed.”

Lloyd reflects on Ransom’s words, the room silent other than your rapid heartbeat and the rush of blood in your ears.

“Fine. Let’s move to the next location. And then…I’m taking what should have always been mine.”

Lloyd turns to you and winks.

The next few minutes go by in a blur. Ransom blindfolds you and unties you from the chair but doesn’t loosen the binds around your wrists or ankles. He throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a good squeeze before he chimes, “come on princess, time to go home.”

Your cry is muffled from the new material stuffed between your lips and you wiggle and writhe to try and break free of Ransom’s grasp.

It only makes him hold you tighter to his body, his hands firmly wrapped around your thighs.

“Save it sunshine,” Lloyd hums from beside you. “I want you to have some fight left in you for later.”

Ransom kicks the door open and you feel the cool night air on your skin, a shiver running through you from your still damp clothes.

The roar of a motorcycle fills the air and your heart soars. You feel Ransom stiffen and hear Lloyd curse. It takes all your self-control not to scream.

Unfortunately, your thrown from Ransom’s arms and the press of cold metal to your throat makes your breath catch.

“What did you think sunshine? I wouldn’t have a plan if he showed up?” Lloyd breathes against your ear as he pulls the blindfold from your eyes.

Lloyd has you pressed to his chest, his hips digging into your back as he pushes the blade into your throat.

You struggle but when you see Ransom lift the gun in his hand your body sags against Lloyd and you cry out for Ari, nothing more than a muffled wail coming from your lips.

His motorcycle screeches up the driveway and you see Ari’s hair blowing across his face as he nears. The gunshot goes off and you fall to the floor, taking Lloyd with you. You manage to kick your legs into him and slink a few feet away but Ransom grabs you and lifts you into his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going princess?” Ransom growls.

He drags you toward Ari’s fallen motorcycle and you start to fight and scream, unable to contain your emotions any longer. Your eyes are so tightly shut that it’s painful, your refusal to see Ari’s dead body overtaking all else.

“What the fu…?” Ransom mutters before he screams out in pain and falls to his knees.

You drop to the ground with him, frantically searching for an escape.

Strong arms wrap around your body and a familiar scent fills your nostrils, the smell of home.

You curl into Ari, your body shaking with your sobs. Ari pulls the gag free and kisses your lips over and over, his lashes wet with unshed tears. Your cry harder, wanting nothing more than you wrap yourself around him.

He shushes you softly, his thumb wiping across your cheek. He opens his mouth to speak but your eyes widen with terror and he instantly shields you and rolls out of the way. Both Lloyd and the knife fall hard to the ground and Lloyd crawls toward the knife, closing his fingers tightly around the hilt.

Ari takes the opportunity to throw himself on top of Lloyd but Lloyd lifts the knife and has it against Ari’s chest.

You scream and kick, straining against the binds in a hopeless effort.

“Ari,” you sob.

Ari grabs Lloyd’s wrist and you hear a cracking sound followed by Lloyd’s scream of pain as the knife clatters to the pavement.

Ari’s other hand closes around Lloyd’s throat.

“I should never have let you walk away from me Hansen,” Ari snarls. “But she asked me to. She asked me to give you second chance…because everyone deserves one.”

Ari looks over at you, at you bound and roughed up and his voice cracks.

“And I’ll do anything for her. Anything to make her happy,” Ari continues, his grip of Lloyd’s neck tightening.

“But you…you took her from me,” Ari says, his voice dangerous again. “You took what’s mine and you’re out of chances.”

Ari presses his knee into Lloyd’s chest, cutting off even more of his air supply.

The low groan of Ransom draws Ari’s attention away and he scoffs.

“And you used this pretentious low life piece of shit to lure her into your trap,” Ari seethes.

“How much did he pay you Ransom?” Ari asks. “Is it ever enough?”

Ransom curses and spits toward Ari. It makes Ari put more pressure on Lloyd’s neck and he gasps for air as he claws at Ari’s arm.

“I promised I would put you in the ground Lloyd. And now, it looks like you’ll have some company,” Ari growls.

Ari helps you up the steps and into the house, his arms a constant reminder of your safety. He kisses your cheeks, your neck, your lips. Every piece of skin he can find as he carries you up to the bathroom. He sets you down carefully, his hands trembling against your cheek.

“Angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining.

Your hand reaches up and you cradle his face. He nuzzles into your touch and his eyelashes flutter against his cheek.

“I’m here Ari. I’m ok,” you assure him.

“Let me take care of you,” he pleads, taking your hand in his.

He brings your knuckles to his lips and stares at you over them, kissing each one before pressing your hand to his heart.

You feel it’s steady beat and slip your hand under his open shirt to feel his warm skin. His forehead leans against yours and you breathe each other in for a few quiet moments. When Ari pulls away it’s only so he can begin to unbutton your shirt, his thick fingers fumbling with the small buttons.

“It’s ok,” you tell him over and over again, resting your hands over his and helping to undo them.

He pushes the fabric from your shoulders with a gentle touch, his eyes scanning every inch of your skin for injuries. When he drags your skirt down your legs and sees your bare skin he sucks in a breath and curses, falling to his knees.

“Angel no,” he cries. “Please tell me they never touched you. Never laid even a finger on you!”

Your fingers slide under his chin and you caress his beard as you lift his head and look into his eyes.

“They made threats, but they never did,” you promise him. “You saved me.”

He sags against your legs, wrapping his arms around them and pressing his face to your thighs. His soft whispers of thanks bring a new wave of tears to your eyes and you run your fingers through his long hair and soothingly scratch his scalp.

When he finally stands again, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, letting it float from your body and to the floor of the bathroom. His hands wander reverently over your naked skin, every pass of his fingers washing away the horror of the last few hours.

“I’m sorry Angel. I’ll never leave you again,” he says softly.

You shush him with the press of your lips and he pulls your body flush to his, unable to get you close enough.

“Let me clean you up,” he whispers against your lips.

You step back and take his hand as he helps you into the warm bath. You watch as he strips off his clothes, revealing the hard planes of muscle and the scars lining it. You can see several bruises that have already formed from his fall from the motorcycle and his skin is littered with dried blood.

You frown but when he drops his pants your lips start to turn up and for the first time you see Ari smile.

“What?” you ask, batting your lashes. “I missed my husband.”

His smile softens and he steps into the tub, sliding in behind you. His arms instantly wrap around your body and pull you closer. He takes the soap and squirts some onto his hand, lathering it up then pressing the soft bubbles to your back.

He massages your skin, working over your neck and shoulders before turning you in his arms. He slides his hands over your breasts, paying special attention to your peaked nipples before his hand moves down your stomach.

Your back arches and you lean into his touch, your legs spreading open over his lap. His hard cock settles between your thighs and you gently rock over him, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Ari please,” you mewl, taking his thick wrist and shoving it lower.

His fingers tease your clit, rubbing small circles before he slips a finger inside you.

“God I missed this pussy angel. Thought about it every night I was away.”

You press yourself harder onto his hand and breathe out his name.

“Need more Ari,” you whimper.

His curse is muffled against your lips and when he pushes a second finger into you and you clench around him his teeth dig into your lip, his control waning.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, chasing your release.

When he pulls his fingers free his hand closes around your hip and he rocks you over his cock before lining you up and slowly pushing inside.

“Oh god, fuck,” he hisses, almost bruising your skin with his grip. “Angel, please.”

Your walls tighten with every pump of his hips and he buries his face in your neck, sucking and biting the soft flesh.

His cock throbs and you know he’s close, the feel of him stretching you open too good to stop you from tumbling over the edge. You cry out his name and grip his hair tightly between your fingers, tugging his lips to yours to swallow his moans.

When you both come down from the high you gently rock your hips, loving the feel of him inside you still.

“We made a mess,” you giggle, looking at the water covering the tiles of the bathroom.

Ari’s gentle touch brings your eyes back to his and his gaze is soft as a sweet smile plays upon his lips.

“I love you angel. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

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More than a Monster

Lloyd shows up on Garmadon's doorstep covered in injuries and with nowhere else to go.

Unable to turn the boy away, Garmadon decides to take care of him.

But there are demons and memories to face when your fractured soul can't love your own son.

(3.6k word fanfiction.)

Garmadon had gotten used to his new reality. A reality where he could be nothing more than a monster.

In fact, it was the reality that he had spent most of his life being a monster, an evil being with no redeemable qualities.

It was no different from any of those other times, but sometimes he couldn’t help but mourn what he had once been.

In the very back of his mind, he could see the memories. A happy old man with a child, a young man enjoying the company of his wife…

But it was like looking through a window. He wasn’t that man anymore. He didn’t even feel attachment to those people the way he once had.

In fact, he’d almost killed them multiple times.

But he had gotten away from them. He lived in New Ninjago City, far away from Wu’s monastery and his ninja.

He didn’t have to deal with Lloyd’s judgemental glare and words anymore. The boy would never understand everything that he had been through, and he didn’t expect him to.

How could he? The boy was young, naive, and weak.

Garmadon looked at the TV, then at the leftover pizza from dinner. A part of him knew that this shouldn’t be the life he was living, that he should be up and around, not sitting around and being lazy.

Whatever thoughts he had going through his mind were interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.

He groaned in annoyance, then stood up. If he was lucky, it would be someone that he could easily scare off. If it wasn’t… Well, he probably shouldn’t threaten people…

Garmadon opened the door, then froze in shock at what he saw.

In front of him was Lloyd. His face covered in bruises and blood, his body barely being able to support itself as he leaned against a wall.

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd whispered as he wiped at his nose, blood staining his dirty green gi. “I.. I didn’t know who else to go to.”

Garmadon swallowed. He knew how to do first aid, but he hadn’t been expecting to see the Green Ninja so beat up.

Before he could decide to slam the door in Lloyd’s face, Garmadon grabbed him by the arm and gently led him inside.

Not that it made any sense to do so. He didn’t care about the boy.

Deep down he knew he should. Lloyd was his son, his heir. Any trip down memory lane would show that he was supposed to love him more than life itself. He was supposed to give up oaths of peace for the boy, decide to follow him to Chen’s island to protect him…

And yet, it was like watching a movie he didn’t like. He knew that he should love the boy unconditionally, but he couldn’t.

“What happened?” Garmadon asked him as Lloyd sat down on the sofa.

Lloyd looked up at him, his green glowing eyes glazed over. “I dunno,” he said. “I was on my way home, and…”

Garmadon sighed. It wasn’t surprising that he didn’t know what had happened to him, but it was inconvenient.

“Where all are you hurt?” he asked.

Lloyd tried to shrug, but winced before his arm was all the way up.

“Alright then,” Garmadon said. “Don’t move. I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

As he walked towards the bathroom, Garmadon found himself once again traveling down memory lane.

This time though, his mind settled on one memory.

Garmadon was only a little older than Wu’s ninja.

He had been meditating. On what he can’t remember anymore, but that wasn’t the important part.

The important part was the cry that brought him out of his meditative state. The way it had sent his heart into a frenzied panic as he stood up and ran to what had made the sound.

“Lloyd? Are you alright?” he had asked as he picked up his son and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Lloyd buried his face in his shoulder, his soft, duckling blond hair rubbing against Garmadon’s neck and jaw.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Lloyd’s head. “It’s okay,” he had said. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, Little One.”

The memory was one that had been completely forgotten over the years. It was nothing that Garmadon truly needed to remember.

There was no lesson there, there was nothing important that had happened. Lloyd had tripped over his own feet and started crying.

The boy had always been clumsy. Perhaps he should have tried to train it out of him when he was a child instead of coddling him.

It didn’t matter anymore though. That time was gone, and this version of him was no father.

He grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, but he caught himself looking at his reflection in the mirror.

What had happened to the man who had been here before him? The eldest son of the First Spinjitzu Master, the dark-haired man who had won the heart of Misako Montgomery?

When he looked in the mirror, he saw nothing but a shell.

He shook his head. None of that mattered right now. What mattered was that Lloyd didn’t bleed out on his couch.

Not because he cared about the boy, but because he really didn’t want to have to figure out how to wash all of that blood out of his couch.

“You had better not be sleeping,” Garmadon warned Lloyd when he walked in.

The boy’s dull eyes fluttered open and he lazily shook his head. “Not sleeping…”

Before he could even try to counter the boy’s words, he found himself plagued by another memory.

Garmadon scooped Lloyd’s tiny body into his arms.

“And just what, exactly, are you still doing awake, young man?” He asked as he began to tickle the young child in his arms.

Lloyd squealed as he squirmed away from his touch. “Mama said I could wait up for you!” he said, though his eyes were foggy with exhaustion.

Garmadon raised an eyebrow. “Did she now?” he asked.

Lloyd hesitated for a second, then smiled. The smile was one that Garmadon recognized as the smile of a troublemaker. Someone who had been caught in a lie. “Uhhh…”

In that moment, Garmadon had known that he should have scolded the boy for staying up so late, but he didn’t. Instead, he laughed.

“Are you tired now?” he asked. “It is quite late for you, my little one.”

Lloyd nodded, his blond hair falling in front of his eyes. It was time for another haircut. “Will you tell me a bedtime story?” he asked. “One about ninjas?”

Garmadon smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Anything for you, my son.”

Garmadon swallowed nervously as he looked at the boy in front of him. As much as he didn’t care about him, he knew that if he fell asleep, he might not wake back up.

“You need to stay awake,” he told Lloyd. “No falling asleep yet.”

Lloyd looked straight at him, but Garmadon wasn’t sure that he was taking in any of the words that he was saying.

He sighed, then opened up the first aid kit. “Where are you the most injured?”

Those words seemed to click because Lloyd actually answered. “I think I have a couple busted ribs. Um… there’s a cut on my arm,” he said. “My face really hurts, and I think I hit my head.”

Garmadon nodded. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that the boy had a head injury. In fact, all of the symptoms were there.

He reached out and felt the back of Lloyd’s head.

As soon as he did, another memory popped up.

“Misako, he’s perfect.”

Garmadon looked down at the tiny baby in his arms. His heart bleeding with pride and joy as he took in every little feature of his young son.

The baby’s eyes were shut peacefully, too tired and young to keep them open for more than a few moments at a time.

His pink skin was so soft and ever so slightly fuzzy.

He was swaddled tightly so that he didn’t startle, but Garmadon had caught a quick glance of his fingers and toes. They were so small, so precious.

“What do you want to name him?”

Garmadon cupped the back of his son’s head, the blond hair was so soft under his hand.

For this one moment in his life, he had never been happier.

He was a father. A father to the most precious boy in all of the sixteen realms.

“Lloyd,” he said. “Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.”

Unsurprisingly, there was a lump on the back of Lloyd’s head. A clear and obvious sign that the boy was most likely concussed.

He probably needed a hospital. Or at least someone with more equipment than a simple first aid kit.

However, Lloyd had come to him. And he wasn’t about to call an ambulance to come pick the boy up at his own home.

He didn’t want to end up in prison again.

“You have a concussion,” he told Lloyd.

Lloyd nodded. “Makes sense,” he whispered.

Garmadon sighed, then picked up one of the alcohol wipes and began cleaning the cut above Lloyd’s left eye.

“You know, for being the Green Ninja, they really did a number on you,” Garmadon remarked.

Lloyd winced, and Garmadon wasn’t sure if it was because of what he said or if it was because of the stinging from the alcohol.

For a second, Garmadon wanted to stop what he was doing and make sure that he wasn’t hurting him.

But then he remembered what he was doing. He was patching up the kid’s wounds. It was going to hurt and there was nothing that he could do to fix it.

Besides, he didn’t care about Lloyd.

Right?

“That boy makes you weak,” the Overlord rasped in his ear. “All it would take is one blade to end him, and you could become the strongest being in all of Ninjago.”

Garmadon’s heart pounded in his ears. In the back of his mind, the venom agreed with him. There were so many ways to do it too.

It would be so easy. Hide the blade in his hand, then hug his son. As soon as his arms were wrapped about the boy, he could slide the knife into Lloyd’s side.

No… NO.

What was he thinking???

That was his son. The only thing in all of Ninjago worth protecting.

Lloyd was his sunshine, his starlight, his entire galaxy.

How could he even consider such an idea?

“Lloyd is not the problem,” he told the Overlord. “It is those pesky ninja. They are the ones that we need to get rid of.”

He couldn’t care about Lloyd. Not in this state. He wasn’t the man he had been before and he could never be that man again…

He couldn’t care about Lloyd and he didn’t care about Lloyd.

“Does it need stitches?” Lloyd asked.

Garmadon shook his head. “I do not believe so,” he said. “However, I don’t recommend doing whatever caused this cut again.”

The boy let out a soft chuckle, though it was weak as well. “Believe me, I don’t plan on it.”

Garmadon reached down and grabbed the wet washcloth that he had gotten when he was in the bathroom. With it, he began to clean Lloyd’s bloodied nose.

“You sure have a knack for finding trouble, don’t you?”

As soon as he said those words, Lloyd froze.

Garmadon frowned. The words didn’t have any hidden meaning, he wasn’t being unnecessarily cruel… But Lloyd’s reaction was unusual.

“What?” he asked.

Lloyd looked at him for a second, his dulled green eyes searching his own. For a second, Garmadon felt like the young boy was peering into his soul.

“You’ve said that to me before,” he said. “Well, not you, but…”

He was older now, much older.

And so was his son.

Lloyd sat on the edge of the vehicle they had taken from the Samurai X’s cave.

Garmadon pressed a wet washcloth to his son’s broken lip. The boy didn’t look at him as they sat there in silence.

“You sure have a knack for finding trouble,” he said, breaking the quiet between them.

It had been a nindroid who had found them. One who had immediately responded by attacking Lloyd.

By the time Garmadon had gotten over there to stop it from overtaking the boy, it had already landed quite a good punch against his son’s mouth.

“I know,” Lloyd said, though he still didn’t look his father in the eye. “That’s why destiny chose me.”

Garmadon had tried to figure out a good response to that, but he couldn’t. It was true. Lloyd was quite the mangent to trouble…

Some things never changed apparently.

“I guess I did…” Garmadon said. “And I still stand by it.”

Lloyd bowed his head.

“What?” Garmadon asked again.

“Nothing…” he whispered.

Of course the child would try that. He would look all sad and miserable and then say that nothing was wrong.

It was all a tactic to get him to care, to pretend to be something that he wasn’t. He couldn’t make himself care about Lloyd, and he wouldn’t pretend that he did either.

“Fine,” Garmadon said, then began to clean the cut on Lloyd’s arm. This one probably did need stitches, but he wasn’t even remotely qualified to do that.

His precious ninja team could stitch him up after he sent him back to them. If they really cared that much, they shouldn’t have left him out alone to get mugged in the first place.

“Do you remember everything?” Lloyd asked.

Garmadon gritted his teeth, then nodded. “I do,” he said.

He remembered everything. From playing with Wu at the lake to this very moment. He remembered all of the moments with Lloyd, he remembered flirting with Misako, he remembered succumbing to the evil of the venom.

But it was like he was looking in on them. They didn’t feel like they were his. Instead, when he thought back on them, he felt nothing.

It didn’t matter how much he tried to bring himself to care about Lloyd, he couldn’t.

The boy was his son, his own flesh and blood.

But that meant nothing to him.

Garmadon looked at his son. The boy had grown so much, and he was so proud of the man he was becoming.

However, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to see any more of his son’s growth.

This was the end.

“I yearned to make the world in my image. I never realized I already had, in you,” he told Lloyd.

Lloyd’s green eyes sparkled with tears, and Garmadon tried so hard to memorize the face he knew he would never see again.

No matter what happened next, he would always love his son.

Except… That part of him had been wrong.

Garmadon looked at the boy in front of him, the boy that was his son.

And he felt nothing.

That pride that he knew he had once felt, that love…

It was gone.

“I’m going to go call your mother,” he said as he stood up. Suddenly, he couldn’t stand to be around the boy any longer.

The boy he wanted to love, but couldn’t.

Damn Harumi…

The girl might have brought him back, but not the him that he wanted to be.

He made his way to where the wired phone was hanging up, then hesitated.

He had a chance to try to change, to try to find some form of love in his heart to give to Lloyd.

But he knew that it would only lead to more heartbreak. It didn’t matter what he tried. He could never be the perfect father, even his past self had failed at that.

He waited as the phone rang, and another memory came to mind.

Garmadon stood over Lloyd’s crib, the tiny child sleeping peacefully as the night went on.

In the back of his mind, he could hear the golden weapons whispering to him, begging to be taken and used to create his own version of Ninjago.

A version where there were no evil overlords, no hateful fathers, no perfect brothers who ruined everything… A perfect world for him and his son.

He reached down and stroked the tiny child’s hair. Selfishly, he hoped that his son’s blond curls would one day turn dark brown like his.

“I’ll make the world a better place for you, my son,” he said. “I’ll make a world worth living in. One where you can never be judged for your past. You’ll be a prince, royalty amongst men.”

He didn’t know if it was the words he had spoken or if it was because of the soothing touch, but Lloyd leaned against his hand.

“I’ll be back, Little One,” he said. “And the world will be a better place.”

Then he left to go find the Golden Weapons of Spinjitzu.

He didn’t realize that nothing would ever be the same again.

Finally, someone picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Misako,” Garmadon said.

“Why are you calling us?” she demanded. “What is going on?”

“Trust me when I say I’d rather not be calling this number at all,” he told her. “Your son showed up on my doorstep. He’d been jumped and needed someone to bandage his wounds. No idea why he came to me of all people, but he is patched up and ready for one of you to come get him.”

“We’ll be right over.”

Garmadon hung up the phone, then walked back into the living room.

Lloyd was laying on the couch, looking smaller than ever before. His eyes were shut and Garmadon couldn’t help but guess that the boy was probably sleeping.

So he sat down in the armchair and watched the boy he really couldn’t care less about.

He didn’t care about him, right?

He wasn’t able to love.

First it had been from the venom of the Great Devourer, and now it was from the Oni blood that coursed within him.

Destiny had torn his family apart time and time again. There was nothing he could do about that. It was a fact of life, a cruel part of a game he wanted to be done with.

“Dad..?”

The soft voice caught Garmadon’s attention the way it had so many times in the past.

“What is it, Lloyd?” he asked. It was harsh, but none of the words he had used in the past seemed to fit.

He couldn’t love the boy, no matter how hard he tried.

No matter how hard he wanted to.

Lloyd didn’t say anything for a long moment, instead he just looked into the distance.

“Just making sure you’re still there…”

Garmadon swallowed. He could say something to bridge the gap, to cling onto some fake idea of love and what it meant.

But he wouldn’t do that to Lloyd. He couldn’t lie to him.

Not after everything else he had done to him.

He wished life was easier. He wished that he could just pull Lloyd into his arms and tell him that everything would be okay, and that he loved him.

But it wasn’t true.

And it could never be true.

He didn’t know how to love. He was incapable of loving.

Garmadon looked at the boy in front of him and his heart broke. Not because he loved him, but because he wanted to.

He had all of the memories, he knew all of the right words, he could pretend to play the part of a loving father.

But it would never be real.

He didn’t feel anything like what he remembered feeling when he looked at the boy in front of him.

His fractured soul meant that Lloyd couldn’t be a part of his life the same way he had been in the past.

He couldn’t pick him up and twirl him around. He couldn’t look at his son with pride and boast about him to everyone. He couldn’t follow the boy around on missions. He couldn’t teach Lloyd the things that Wu didn’t.

Because he was a monster, an abomination.

He should have stayed dead. Death was a kinder fate than this one.

Garmadon wiped the tears out of his eyes. He wasn’t crying, it was just too late for him to still be up.

He wasn’t sure how long he watched Lloyd for before the car pulled up in front of the building and he heard a knock on his door.

Garmadon stood, then walked over to Lloyd and gently shook his shoulder.

When Lloyd woke up, he startled. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Your team is here to pick you up,” he said. “They’re at the door.”

Lloyd nodded, then stood up. Slowly, he limped and stumbled to the door.

Unsurprisingly, it was the red ninja who was at the door.

Instantly, the boy in red was checking him over and making sure that he was okay.

They left without saying a word.

Garmadon knew that he should go to bed, but instead, he found himself drawn to the window.

He watched as the two of them got into the car, and Lloyd walked out of his life once again. For a moment, there was a lump in his throat.

But what did it matter?

He didn’t care.

Garmadon was an Oni, a fractured soul of a man who should be dead…

How could he love when he was nothing more than a monster?

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Jealous Lloyd Hansen X Reader ?

Uffff, I'm going to write this as a continuation

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: A single conversation with another man drives Lloyd insane

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behavior, mob business, age gap (Lloyds is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), dub-con, little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink,oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, teasing, overstimulation, involuntary permanent marking (surprise), might miss some warnings.

+18 MINORS DNI

You were gorgeous, Lloyd had no doubts about that, that was what made it so easy to marry you, it wasn't just the inheritance, it was you, your killer personality, your hot body, your eyes, the tip of your nose, your delicious mouth, all of it, he loved it all. He was the luckiest son of a bitch to walk the earth.

So when he saw you speaking to Raymond Smith on a party made by an englishman named Mickey Pearson for a new deal between the countries, he saw fucking red. He was speaking closely to your ear, apparently something funny because you were giggling and smiling dumbly. Lloyd didn’t know it affected him more than that you were reciprocating the flirtation, or… that you didn’t giggle like that with HIM.

Let's be fair he didn’t make you giggle or laugh, but he saw your body language while talking to that man and you were relaxed, at ease, your shoulders danced with your laugh and you drew a relaxed smile as it looked like you were hearing the most interesting story. You weren’t like that with him… at first you were like a scared little kitten, always in guard of him, trembling in his hands and shy, flinching everytime he moved next to you… and lately you’d had been uncaring, like the minimum traces of instincts had left your body and you were giving up, like he could do whatever he wanted to you. He didn’t like that either

He walked with determination to where you stood right next to that man. He could feel his own throat tightening, almost growling like an angry wolf as he saw more clearly the closeness you held with that pompous bastard

“Hey, Smith” he greeted almost like an insult, reaching the both of you and linking one of his thick arms around your waist, gluing you to him. You stomped clumsily due to his harshness, but stayed taped by his side.

“Mr Hansen, a pleasure” he said strongly, offering his hand, which Lloyd took

“I’m glad my beautiful wife is keeping you company” he answered back

“She is a most lovely companion” he answered, smiling at you, which made Lloyd tighten his grip so hard you whimpered

“Tell your boss that thank you for the invitation and I’m looking forward to do business with him, in a more private environment” Raymond got the hidden message and he only nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head

“Of course” he said, “I’ll talk to my boss and we will arrange a meeting, we are in america for the next few weeks, he is looking forwards to do business with you as well”

“Good” and just like that Lloyd was pulling you out of the party. And before you knew it, he almost threw you inside of the awaiting car

You grunted but said nothing, you knew that was only going to make him angrier. But you were also so enraged by him, who did he think he was? you were actually having a good time and a good conversation with a man and he had to pull you away just like that

You just had enough

“I think we should get a divorce” you whispered, somehow hoping that he didn’t hear you, but he did, oh he did

“Sorry?” he had heard you, he was just seeing if you had the metaphorical balls to repeat it

“We should get a divorce” your voice sounded strangled, but more assertive. He had to chuckle to prevent himself for screaming

“And why would we do that?” he asked than his hand that rested in the back of the seat was dangerously close to your neck

“I think we deserve to be happy” you whispered, “we don’t make eachother happy”

“Till’ death do us apart wifey” he grunted while he grabbed the back of your neck and placed your head next to his, his blue eyes burning with rage, “I intend to keep that promise” You trembled and close your eyes in fear, scared to think what he was going to do to you, was he going to make you suck him off in front of Ari? or just fuck you? Or perhaps he was really going to fulfill his promise, and kill you rather than divorce you

The first weeks after you were “married” you would curl up to him after he fucked you roughly into the matress, you would lay your head on his chest and cuddle up to him like a kitten, or at night you would come to him in search of his body heat, but now after he’d had his way with you would turn your back to him and hug your pillow instead, and he pretended he didn’t heard those little cries of yours when you thought he was sleeping

He was indifferent before, but now, seeing you talk and laugh with someone else, noticing how small you had become next to him, he didn’t like it. He was the one who should be making you laugh, he should be the one that you cuddle up at night. No the other you wanted, there sure was a reason why you wanted a divorce. Did you realize you could be happy with someone else?

But as soon as you flinched, closing your eyes in fear, he released you softly, sighing loudly

“I don’t want you to say that word again” he said more softly, “I’m not divorcing you, in fact, if you are not pregnant by the end of the month, I’m taking you to a specialist, you hear me?” he finally looked at you, and you looked him back

“Yes” you whispered, you knew he liked his answers. He caressed the skin on the back of your neck with his fingers, “I’m sorry” you whispered, sniffing, but he was relieved there were no tears in your eyes.

“You liked that guy so much you were picturing a future for the two of you?” he asked bitterly

“No” you whispered, “This is nothing like that” you cried, scared of seeing him angry at you, “I swear”

“So what is it?” he asked

“Why would you want to keep being married to me?” you asked, “You already have everything you wanted, you don’t even like me” you accused

“Why would you say that?” he demanded

“when you are not fucking me, or wanting for it, you look at me like I’m the most idiotic thing on the whole world” you cried, “you seem to hate me”

“That’s not true”

“It is!” you were getting angry as well, “Right after you fuck me you drop me aside like I’m nothing, a soiled rag you just used and now it digusts you” a single tear fell down your cheek, “You never hug me, or hold me, or kiss me, no when we are not fucking anyways” he looked back at you surprised, and you seemed to see a little bit of shame, “So if I picture myself finding someone that holds me, and smiles at me and makes me laugh with silly jokes, or cares for me, yes, I deserve that, I deserve someone that treats me like a human being and not a means to something else” after your speech you scootched ove to the door and curled against it, not wanting to see him, or her him or touch him

But he had other plans

With a tired sigh, like you had bored him, he turned towards you and grabbed you, taking you by your thighs and shoulders. You struggled, but with the dress you were wearing you didn’t quite had much of movement

He held you against his chest

“There is not going to be anyone else for you other than me” he grunted, “You hear me?” you whined on his hold, but he didn’t release you, having a tight iron grip on your body, “You are mine, no one else's”

He left you alone for the rest of the night and even the next morning, until lunch, when Lloyd send for you to meet him in his office

You found him looking out the window, with his back turned to you

“What is it?” you asked simply, he turned slowly

“I want you to do what I say, exactly as I say it” he said simply, and you raised a eyebrow

“Sorry?”

“You fucking heard me” the raise on his voice made you tremble, so you just nodded, looking down at the floor in front of you, knowing it will be worst fo you if you didn’t obey him, “Are you going to obey?”

“Yes” you answered quickly

“Yes, what?”

“Yes husband”

“Good girl, now walk towards me.” He sat on his chair but you did exactly as he said, and walked until you had him in front of you, “Are you going to obey anyone else?” you shook your head, “Words”

“No Husband”

“You are mine”

“Only yours” you responded

“I thought I was clear the very first time I had you, and I’m running out of ideas of how to make you understand” you closed your eyes strongly, now you’ve done it, you pissed him off, “Sit on the desk right there” you did as he asked seating right in front of him, you're wearing a simple skirt, as he had requested weeks ago, no underwear. “Open up for me” you spread your legs to show him your pussy, wet pussy you might add

“Lloyd”

“Shut it, I don't want to hear it” with one single finger he teased your entrance, making you moan softly in need, you might despise him a little, but nobody has fucked you like he has, “Now stay still” he grabbed yout thighs an spread you open even more, uncomfortably so, he pushed his chair closer to you, as he prepared to devour you as if you were a feast.

He wasted no time in sinking in your core, lapping a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you squirm, he chuckled against your slippery folds, wasting no time in dipping his tongue inside your thigh walls

“You are so sweet” he purred, releasing you for just a second, “And you just want to take this pussy away from me, you are so fucking mean” he sucked on your sensitve pearl making you moan shamelesly. You were starting to lose yourself to his touch and tongue. He lapped and sucked your clit, making wet noises that would make a sex worker blush. He drew pleasure sounds from your mouth you didn’t even know you could make, without relent, changing between sucking on your clit and fucking your entrance with his tongue.

But when he realized you weren’t panting and begging yet, he sunk one of his fingers inside of you. You twisted and turned on top of the desk. He chuckled agaisnt your sex when he found that spongy spot inside of you

“I’m going to make you cum so many times you are going to forget any other name that isn’t mine” he saw your juices dripping down his fingers to his hand and wrist, and smiled wickedly as you grabbed your own legs to have something to hold on to. Your throat started to sound raspy because of all the moans he was drawing from you. YOur felt that all too familiar knot tighten inside of your belly, declaring your impending orgasm

“Are you going to cum?” he asked

“Yes”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he asked then

“Yes please Lloyd, please” you begged, twisting your hips on his hand to get more friction, and he let you, rub yourself on his hand, “I'll be good, I’ll do anything please, let me cum”

“That’s it baby” he introduced another finger, content with your begging, he twisted his fingers inside of you and that’s all you needed to cum on his fingers. He helps you ride your orgasm with lazy movements.

And when he realized you were riding down your high, he moved his fingers even faster cruel and rough inside of you, milking your juices and everything you had to give

“Lloyd, please!” you begged for him to stop but he only leaned in and dove in your clit against, with man intentions he sucked on your pearly flesh, his fingers fucking you roughly until you cummed again, back to back with a high cry on your lips

“I want more” his shirt got wet with your own juices, but he didn’t care, he wanted more, he wanted a fucking shower

“Lloyd please, no more… ARGH'', you interrupted yourself with a gurgle, when he cruelly rubbed his mustache on your sensitive clit, “Shit”

“Language darling” he teased, paying attention to his fingers and the squelching sound he was making in your soaked pussy, “Only two and look at you” you must have looked fucked out, your hairline shined and your entire body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and the unmistakable smell of sex drenched the office, but it wasn’t enough

“I haven’t even got my cock out yet, and look at this mess” there was a pool under you in the desk, and Lloyd found himself wanting it to stain, so he could have a constant reminder of how delicious you were

“Lloyd please I’ve learned my lesson” you cried

“Not enough” he released you completely, to look at his masterpiece your pussy looked puffy and glistening with juiced, so delicious, he thought, “I don't know what you did to me baby” he chuckled, “I’m addicted to this pussy” he get even more comfortable and he grabbed your thighs to pull you to him. He flattened his tongue and placed it over your quivering hole, and lapped your entrance and all over your clit again. You moaned softly, enjoying him and what he was doing to you, he reached and sunk his fingers into your mouth so you could taste yourself, and once you sucked on his digits and left them clean, he released your mouth and took them towards your pussy to keep torturing you with his fingers. He made your tight walls their home, finding your special spot so fast you gasped when he rubbed it roughly

He kept fingering you and sucking on your clit until you gave him two more mind blowing orgasms, he had never eaten you out like this and you wondered if he was ever going to get bored of you, right now it didn’t seemed he was

“Lloyd no more, please” you gasped, as you tried to grab his wrist to event him from entering your pussy again, but he just slapped your hand away

“Shut the fuck up” and he dove in again, teasing your entrance with his thick fingers as his mustache scratched your clit raw making you squirm, feeling electricity bolts running all over your body. He kept sucking on your clit until you squirted all over his face without a single warning. “That’s it baby, give me everything” he encouraged, he kept rubbing your spot with his index and lapping all your juices, all you had to give him.

“Lloyd, I’m sorry, I can't,” you cried, hugging his head between your thighs, “please no more, please, I’m yours, I'm yours!” you chanted, you needed to convince him

“My good girl” with one last lazy kiss on your clit, he released you, “You think I don’t hold you enough? I’ll make you warm my cock for the rest of the day” he threatened, “I’m going to hold you so close you will get tired of my fucking presence” he finally released you, leaving you laxed on top of the desk.

“Lloyd” you called, feeling your eyes incredibly heavy, you wanted to feel asleep right then and there

As you recuperated and came to your own self, you heard the door opening, you looked up to see a skinny man tattooed all over

“I’m here for the comission Sir” he said simply, he didn’t seemed to care for the smell of sex in the room, or the fact that you looked throughouly fucked out of your mind.

“Right on time” Lloyd said with a wide smile, “Honey, I hope you have a high tolerance for pain” you looked back at him in fear when you realized the man had a tattoo machine on his hand, and was setting up right next to the desk

“I think you need a constant reminder of who you belong to”

Two hours later, you were applying cream to your tattoo, that you exhibit over the left side of your ribcage, which read, “Property of Lloyd Hansen”

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ninjautistic · 5 months

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LEGO UPLOADED A DREAMZZZ X NINJAGO VIDEO AND IT'S 22 MINUTES LONG, THE PROBLEM IS THAT ITS ONLY ACCESSIBLE TO WATCH IN FINLAND AND ITS FINNISH

but someone uploaded the video already and I only watched it FOR HIM 💚💚💚💚💚

HERES THE LINK TO THE VIDEO (ITS NOT ENGLISH THOUGH!!)

UPDATE: Lego deleted the video, but luckily someone still uploaded it 💀

#sorry i just love lloyd #hes my wife #i love him sm #btw this video is about crystallised slander.. good to know the writers of ninjago even agree on how bad that season was 😭#ninjago #ninjago fandom #lloyd garmadon ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lego ninjago #lego dreamzzz #dreamzzz #lego

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 1 year

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The One That Got Away: Part. One

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this one took a while to get going. I was stuck for a while, trying to get it going. But here it is! I hope eveyone is having a blessed morning!

Characters: (Past) Mob Lloyd Hansen x Reader, (Now) Mob Ari Levinson x Reader, Mob Lloyd Hansen x Maria Cantoni (OC)

Before I shut up, I just wanted to thank these beautiful ladies and for helping me beta this chapter! @adulting-sucks @hollybee8917 and @princessofdarkwinter

Love you guys!

Also, the only warning in her is SMUT!

Two Years Later

Lloyd Hansen lay in his study after a long day of work dealing with the many clubs he owned. His wife had called him and texted asking when he would come home. He usually gives her a vague answer or doesn’t reply at all, and he hopes she takes the hint, which she does.

He felt terrible for not giving her the attention she craved, but he married her on his father’s orders. She was a lovely pretty lady that every man would want to marry, a train to housewife by her family. But she lacked something that he couldn’t pinpoint. Intimacy was non-existent; the only time that id with her was on their wedding night when both families made sure to have people guarding outside to make sure it happened. She had tried many times after, but Lloyd always made excuses to avoid it.

The day you left him two years ago broke him completely. He knew he broke the promise he had made you, the promise of the world, and always be yours forever, and here he is now with another woman he called wife that is not you.

Maria Cantoni was her name, the daughter of his late father’s best friend. It was written and agreed upon that they would get married when they reached their age. In the beginning, Lloyd didn’t like her, and she didn’t like him. It went on for years till one day, things changed, and she began to have a different personality from him. During that time, he met you, and his life was changed.

But of course, here he was now, husband to Maria. There were times he had tried to be a faithful husband and, of course, tried to accept his fate. He occasionally comes home with flowers or some small gift for her. If he remembers a good morning and good night kiss. But it never settled with him because he always hoped it would be you.

His thought shifted and was now filled with you. God, he missed you. You could handle his short temper, impulsive nature, anger problems, etc. You had your way of controlling him, and he liked it cause you kept him grounded. Of course, the argument would get heated, and you both would never give in but he always would be the one that gives in at the end and of course, the angry makeup sex was the best.

He heard a knock interrupting his thoughts. Anger came on when the door opened, only to see his wife, Maria.

“Lloyd, you’re home-“

“I thought I told you no one is allowed in here!” Lloyd yelled, getting up from the couch.

“I’m sorry, but you haven’t replied to my calls-“

“Get out!” Lloyd yelled. Maria’s eyes started to water, but he didn’t care for some reason.

“DIDN’T I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! GET OUT NOW!” Lloyd yelled once more. Maria slammed the door and ran; Lloyd felt no remorse for making her cry.

Beep

Your alarm went off. You moaned, rolling over onto your back. Rubbing your eyes, you felt a pair of warm solid arms against you. You smiled and turned to face him, his thick beard, long dark brown hair, and blue eyes. He smiled, and your heart melted.

“Morning, beautiful.” His rich baritone came. You placed your hand on his cheek and reached over to place a morning kiss on his plump and very kissable lips. Pulling away, Ari placed his forehead against yours.

You lay in the arms of your best friend. Since Lloyd had broken your heart, you never thought you’d find someone else. You didn’t know that you would be here in this place OR that you and your best friend decided to explore more than just friendship.

Ari had been there for you. He told you that he would be there for you since you unexpectedly showed up at his house. What you didn’t expect was to fall for him.

One night, you found Ari in the backyard after putting little Penny to bed; one thing led to another, and here you were. The only difference, though, is that you now wore a ring. A ring that was not from the man you thought it would be from. When Ari asked you about your life with Lloyd one night, you told him that you had moved on and that it was the past. That allowed Ari to fill the cracks Lloyd had left.

Before anything could happen, your phone rang, and you sighed. You reach over to see a message. You clicked on it, and you sat up immediately.

“It’s from Carrie, the nurse at Mass Gen Children's Hospital,” you said. Ari sat up and raised his eyebrow.

“Is everything all right?” Ari asked as you continued reading the message.

“We need to head to the hospital as soon as possible. She’s heading into chemo and crying,” you said, throwing your phone back onto the bed as you got up.

“Y/N-“

“I knew I should have stayed, but Carrie told-“

“Y/N, Penny is in good hands; mark my word,” Ari said, knowing how powerful he was.

You paused and turned around to see Ari getting out of bed in only his jammie pants. As much as you loved that Ari was built like a Greek God, you had to get to the hospital. Ari looked at you and laughed as he walked past you into the bathroom.

“The bathroom is open!” Ari yelled.

You bit your bottom lip and went inside, closing the door behind you. You saw something that always made your ovaries explode: your man, walking into your rather large shower, built muscle, and his ass screaming for you to squeeze it; his tattoos always made you drool.

He placed his large, strong hands against your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed against your soft skin. You began to undress and walked into the steamy shower. You closed the door behind you and were immediately thrown against the cold tiles.

“God, I love you so much,” Ari said, crushing his lips against yours. You moaned against his mouth as his tongue forced its way into yours as your hands traveled down his delicious torso to his hardening cock. You wrapped your tiny hands around his thick length and began to stroke him.

Ari pulled his kiss away from your lips as he traveled down your neck and hit your spot. You let out a small, light moan as he sucked your skin on your favorite spot. He went down to your breasts as he took one nipple in his mouth, the other groped with his free hand. His tongue swirled around your hardening nub, causing you to scream in pleasure as he bit down, making your head go back.

You let go of his cock as you looked up at Ari, his piercing blue eyes filled with lust. Licking your lips, you kneeled before him, his cock strained in front of you. You started at the bottom of his shaft and licked your way up to his spongy head. You swallowed him whole as Ari let out a primal growl, his hands wrapped around your head. You sucked, slurped, and went in deep, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby-“ Ari moaned as he leaned his head back. You pulled away, and Ari helped you back onto your feet. He kissed you once more and then turned you around, your hands on the wall, as he spread your legs apart. His fingers brushed against your spine, making you shiver. He held his heavy cock in his hands and ran it against your dripping pussy. You let out a loud hiss as he entered you, his length stretching you as he filled your hole. His hands gripped your shoulders as he began to thrust into you, enjoying the warmth of the shower as you both rode out your endings.

You arrived at the hospital alone as your driver pulled up, sad that Ari had to be in the office, but he would meet you later. You got out as Sammy followed you, along with Curtis, as you walked into the Oncology Department of Mass Gen Children’s Hospital. You had her favorite Pooh Bear and her favorite blankie in your hands. Waving to the staff, you paused for a second in front of the last door before you opened it. You saw her nurse Carrie, reading to her while she sat on her bed. Carrie looked up and smiled, causing your daughter to turn, her big bright smile coming through.

“Mama!” she said with joy, despite all that had happened to her. You felt your heart break but put on a brave face for your little girl.

“Hi, Penny Bear!” you said as you walked towards her, her Pooh Bear in front of you. Her hazel eyes glowed, and she clapped her hands.

“Poo Bear!” she said happily as you bent down and kissed her forehead.

“Were there any changes today before I came?” you asked, sitting next to Penny, who laid her head next to you. You hoped that it was good news today, but by the look on Carrie’s face, it wasn’t good.

“Unfortunately, it hasn’t changed, but we are still looking for a donor for her,” Carrie said.

“And I’m grateful for that,” you said sadly as Carrie got up and placed her hand on top of hers.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything,” she said as she made her way out the door. Once the door closed, you looked down at your daughter, thoughts of Lloyd in your mind. It had been years since you’d last thought about him. You’d moved on, but your daughter had his blood; sometimes, you were tempted to call him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make that call.

He broke your heart and promises, and nothing can patch that wound up. Even when you love another man, you know that scar is still there.

He was married to another woman, but you couldn’t contact him because you were now tied to Ari, and the Hansen Family and Levinson Families were enemies

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Unexpected 48

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You calm the baby as your own tears dry up. She doesn’t deserve misery even if you’re cursed with it. Maybe that’s what you should try, to save her from the same. If you can.

You get her to sleep at last and fall back onto the bed, weak with cheeks like crepe paper from crying. You stare at the ceiling as the window darkens as the night approaches. You knew deep down Lloyd wouldn’t be gone forever but that eventuality could never prepare you for his return.

Your eyes drift closed as you lay sideways on the mattress, too lazy to drag yourself up to the pillows. How pathetic are you. Feeling sorry for yourself because the obvious happened. Because that scum ran off like the cowardly dog he is. You knew from the moment you met him who he was so you can't pretend to be surprised.

There’s a tap on the door. You tense but your sense keeps you from panicking. It’s too gentle to be that jackass. You know he doesn’t have much in that thick skull of his but you hope he knows better than to try anything tonight.

“Sweetheart,” Harlan’s voice seeps through the door like molasses, “if you’re asleep, don’t worry, I just wanted to check in.”

You swallow and sit up. You prefer him to his wife or son. There’s a twinge in your chest as you realise you missed him. Of anyone, he’s been your only true companion. Not some erstwhile comfort or momentary escape.

You get up and open the door. The tall man stoops just below the lintel, his thick white facial hair catching your attention. Everything happened so fast, you hadn’t noticed it. His usually clean shaven face is slightly haggard with his exhaustion.

“Hey,” you greet him in a half-whisper, the quiet of the house makes even that seem loud, “wanna come in?”

“Sure,” he accepts and ducks inside as you hold the door. You shut it behind him as he smooths his grown out locks and peers around with a bashful posture.

You come around him and stop by the bassinet, looking in at the dozing infant. You put your hand on the canopy and lift your chin, “you wanna see her?”

He hesitates, reaching to rub his neck, “I came to see to you first,” he intones, “I can’t imagine it’s been easy.”

“Me?” You scoff, “you don’t have to lie. You can hold her, she’ll just fall back asleep,” you move to reach into the bassinet and he nears, putting his hand out but not touching you.

“No, I mean it, I’m not gonna ask how you are ‘cause I know. But you’re my daughter and I wasn’t out there for just that bastard. I didn’t run halfway across the god– across the world for that moron,” he sniffs, “come on, let her sleep.” He pauses and glances down, lips curling slightly at the sight of his granddaughter, “she’s even more beautiful than I recall.”

He waves you away from her and you sit on the edge of the bed. You sit in silence as you watch his lingering gaze on the baby. Maybe, if he can look at her with that much love…

“You got questions, I’ll answer them,” he moves away from the bassinet as he sits beside you, “and if you don’t wanna talk about him, fair enough.”

You nod and look at the floor. You don’t know what you want. It doesn't really matter where he was. It matters that he left and that he stayed away. He confirmed every doubt you carried for nine months.

“Not about him,” you shake your head, feeling the sting return to the brim of your eyes, “but… did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?”

“You called me your daughter,” you look at him meekly, “is that really what you believe?”

“'Course,” he snorts, “Dottie may’ve never given me a girl but the world did and they did a good job.”

Your cheek pinch and you fight back tears, “I don’t think you’d want me to be your daughter if you knew.”

“If I knew what?” He watches you, no judgment, no expectation. If you don’t tell him, you know he won’t ask again.

You hang your head and cross your arms. You close your eyes as you pick out the words, “I… found someone else. Just… just to waste the time. I wasn’t going to wait any longer for him.”

He hums and takes a long breath, “well, I know now and I don’t feel any different.”

You clamp your lips together and you glance at the bassinet. You hear the baby babble. You shudder and let your hands fall into your lap.

“There’s something else.”

“There is.”

You sniff and cover your face. You don’t know if you can say it out loud. It keeps you awake at night, it eats you alive, and it wakes you every day with a wail.

“The baby…” you slide your hands away from your face, “I’m trying… so hard.”

“She’s healthy, you’re doing good, sweetheart,” he says.

“No, no, you don’t–” you nearly choke as a lump rises to your throat, “I can’t love her. I try and I try and I can’t. I can’t even say her name.”

He nods and chews on your confession. You won’t look at him. You can’t face his disappointment. You can’t bear to see in him the same hatred you feel for yourself.

He startles you as he reaches over and puts his large hand over yours. He pulls it away from your lap and sidles closer on the bed. He holds your hand tight and leans his arm against yours.

“The only thing that upsets me about that is you lying,” he says, “because if you didn’t love that little girl, you wouldn’t be so worried about not.”

Your lip temples as you stare at the wall. No, he doesn’t understand. He can’t.

“I don’t… I can’t feel it–”

“You’ve been surviving and you done that for her as much as yourself,” he lets go of your hand and lifts his arm up onto your shoulders, “you ain’t got the chance to feel. Now you do, sweetheart.” He draws you into an embrace, “you don’t gotta take care of no one but you. I’ll deal with that brat I raised.”

You sniffle as your tears well over. You can’t stymie the flow once it starts. Harlan rests his chin lightly on your head as you curl into his shoulder and sob quietly, clinging to the front of his shirt. As your knuckles press against his ribs, he winces and lets out a wheeze.

You flinch but he doesn’t let you go, keeping you close.

“Harlan,” you croak, “you’re hurt?”

“I’m just fine,” he assures you as he rubs your back, “let me tell you, I dealt Marion a worse blow.”

You laugh through your tears at the thought of it, “did you really?”

“A nice one square in the chops just for you,” he avows, “another across his big dumb nose for baby Luna, too.”

Your lips tug at the image playing in your head and the snipe about Lloyd’s nose, the most defining feature he shares with his father. You don’t know if Harlan meant to be funny but you it eases the weight in your chest. You gently pull away and look up at your father.

“Will you hold Luna?” You ask as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “she’s missed you so much.”

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Lloyd x Reader

Word count: 825

Scenario: Sorta soft Lloyd but also really protective Lloyd.

Upcoming: Some Miles' characters

MWAH MWAH. I missed you lovelies😱🥺

You sighed, throwing your head back. You stared at the wall, trying to think of something that might entertain you for the little while lloyd would be gone.

"This is so boring." You mumble to yourself. Lloyd wouldn't mind if you popped into his meeting for just a little bit, right?

You make your way down the large, extravagant hallways. You allowed your fingers to graze the walls as you made your way towards the two large doors.

You place your hand on one of the door handle's and pull. You'd be lying if you said it was easy for you to open the massive door but you'd never say that out loud.

The sudden creak of the door caused all heads to snap towards you.

"Oh thank god. This meeting was getting so very boring." Lloyd says, a grin plastered on his face at the sight of his wife.

You make your way towards him, a pout making its way onto your face.

"Lloyd, I'm bored," You whine, plopping yourself in the seat to the right of him.

"Whores nowadays," You hear one of the men say under his breath. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion but pay him no mind. Lloyd wasn't so nice.

"The fuck did you say?" He bellowed, his cold gaze landing on a man that say a couple chairs down.

The man appeared uncomfortable under the gaze of the Lloyd Hansen but he still cleared his throat.

"I just find it quite obnoxious that one of your whores feels that it is appropriate to interrupt a meeting." He says.

Lloyd let out a dark, menacing chuckle. He reached over and wrapped his large hand around your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you, and you laid your head against his firm chest. He placed a kiss on your temple before looking back at the man.

"She Is my wife, you fucking dumbass. Does she make you uncomfortable? Is that what it is? Do you have such a tiny dick that you've never been in the presence of a woman besides your mother?" He asks, which caused you to let out a giggle. Lloyd looked down at you. His eyes now soft and a genuine smile played his lips.

"I would pay money to hear your giggles ma nènette." He says, peppering kisses along your cheek.

"Wife? Since when did you get a wife?" The man questions.

"Oh so we are questioning the sociopath with a gun now?" Lloyd questions, snapping his head towards the man.

"No boss, I was just confused is all." The man stutters, shaking his head profusely.

At this point, Lloyd was twirling his gun around his finger. His stare never left the man as he debated on what to do with him.

"You are to refer to this angel as Mrs.Hansen, if I hear you call her anything else. I'll blow your brains out and send the rest of you to your mother." He says nonchalantly.

"Yes sir. My apologies Mrs.Hansen." He apologized, looking down at the table.

"Look her in the fucking eyes." Lloyd demands.

The man looked up at you slowly. "I'm very sorry Mrs.Hansen." He mumbles.

"What's that? Couldn't hear ya." Lloyd says. Suddenly a loud bang echoes through the room. The sound of a vase shattering caused you to jump which led to Lloyd pressing a gentle kiss on your head.

"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours sunshine, nothing is gonna hurt you." He cooes softly, pressing your head against his chest. He throws the gun on the table in front of him and moves his hand to your back.

"Mrs. Hansen, I sincerely apologize for my behavior." The man says louder, his eyes still wide from how close the bullet had been to hitting him.

"It's okay," You say, giving him a quick smile before Lloyd presses your head back to his chest.

"Great," Lloyd pauses, "Now get the fuck out." He says, his voice dangerously low.

The man was quick to stand up and walk our of the room, which caused Lloyd to chuckle.

"Now does anyone else have any other complaints?" He asks. All the men in the room were quick to shake their heads.

"Good, now carry on." He says, waving his hand.

His attention was now on you, which you were fine with. "Why don't you come visit me when I'm in meetings more often ma nènette?" He asks, his fingers caressing your cheek. You shrug, "I don't want to be a bother." You reply, pulling at his polo.

"These meetings are incredibly boring, you are anything but a bother sunshine." He says, smiling down at you.

"You know, if anyone disrespects you, I will blow their head off, right?" He asks before planting a kiss on your lips.

"I know Lloyd." You say as he pulls away.

"Good, my gorgeous gorgeous dove," He praises, smoothing your hair down with his hand.

#fluffy lloyd #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man

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