#Lloyd Hansen Drabble

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hiii, can I request Lloyd x fem!reader, where they are enemies to lovers ? I'm thinking something like they force to go to an undercover mission, and they have to pretend to be married. Eventually, Lloyd admits things like: “You’re killing me” or “It kills me that you’re with him and not with me” and “You really don’t see what you do to me?”. If you feel like it, add some spice in it 🥲

Thanks for your time 🧡

No More Pretending » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Summary: You and Lloyd are done playing pretend when you two are on an undercover mission.

Warnings: implied Smut (18+), language, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Let’s get this over with.” You say as you walked in the building with Lloyd.

You and Lloyd are on an undercover mission as a married couple. You and him can’t stand each other. You don’t know why you agreed to be his fake wife for the night. If it means getting through this mission successfully, then you’ll do it.

“You got something else better to do?” Lloyd asks sarcastically.

“Shut up and put your arm around my waist. Make it look believable.” You say.

Lloyd grabs ahold of your hand, holding it like a husband would hold his wife’s hand. You two gave people smiles as they looked over yours and Lloyd’s direction.

“Our target is at the bar.” Lloyd points out.

“Great.” You say.

You went to walk over to the bar, but Lloyd grabbed your arm before you could.

“What the hell do you think you’re about to do?” Lloyd asks in a hushed voice.

“To talk to the target.” You say.

“Nice try, sunshine. I’ll talk to him.” He says.

“What makes you think he’ll talk to you?” You asked. “He’ll most likely talk to me.” You say.

“What makes you say that?” He asks.

“Cause I know how to sweet talk people. Your first instinct is to beat the shit out of people to get the information you want.” You say.

You’re right and Lloyd knows it. He let go of your arm.

“That’s what I thought. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to take care of.” You say.

Lloyd watched you walk over to the bar where the target is.

“Whiskey, please.” You say to the bartender.

“Coming right up.” The bartender says.

The bartender gave you a glass of whiskey. You gave him a smile as a thank you. You casually looked at the target who was sitting in the chair next to you as you took a sip of your drink.

“So you’re a whiskey girl?” He asks.

“Yep.” You say, putting the glass on the bar counter.

The target motions for the bartender to get you and him a couple of drinks.

“So tell me, what’s a woman like you doing here by yourself?” He curiously asks.

You’re not about to blow your cover so you made something up that sounds believable.

“Me and my husband got into an argument earlier and I decided to come here to calm down.” You made up.

“That’s a shame. A woman like you shouldn’t be getting into fights with her husband.” He says.

“At least you understand me.” You say in a sultry tone.

Lloyd could hear the tone of your voice through the ear pieces you two have in your ears. He didn’t like it one bit.

“I was wondering…” You began, putting your hand on his arm. “If you’ll excuse could tell me something about a certain drive.” You say in a quiet voice.

The target looks around the room before moving closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Jealousy was now coursing through Lloyd’s veins.

“You can’t tell anyone.” He says.

“You can count on me.” You say.

He whispered everything you need to know about the drive in your ear. Little did he know that he whispered the information in the ear that has the ear piece and Lloyd heard every word he said.

“That’s very interesting information.” You say like you’re interested.

“It is. Which is why you can’t tell anyone.” He says.

“You know I won’t.” You say softly.

You downed the rest of your drink.

“It kills me that you’re with him and not me.” Lloyd says in the ear piece.

You smirked to yourself when Lloyd said that. You gave the target a goodbye before leaving the bar. You went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up. As you were, Lloyd walks in the bathroom a couple minutes later.

“This is the women’s bathroom.” You say.

“I don’t fucking care.” Lloyd says.

Lloyd pushes you against the wall and kisses you, catching you by surprise. Your eyes went wide and you pushed him away.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked.

“You really don’t see what you do to me?” He asks.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He said. “The little seduction thing you have going on right now is a real turn on for me.” He says.

“Oh yea?” You asked. “What’re you going to do about it, husband?” You asked seductively.

“You don’t wanna know, wife.” He says.

You grabbed ahold of his tie, giving it a tug to pull him closer to you. You put your mouth by his ear.

“Why don’t you take me into one of these stalls and show me right now, Hansen.” You say softly and seductively in his ear.

A shiver went down Lloyd’s spine.

“You’re killing me.” Lloyd groans softly.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it all night, Lloyd.” You say.

You’re not wrong. Lloyd has been thinking about it all night and so have you. He couldn’t help but kiss you hungrily.

“You’re so fucking irresistible, sunshine.” Lloyd says against your lips.

“So are you.” You say.

Lloyd picks you up and takes you into one of the stalls, locking it behind him.

“No more pretending.” He says.

“No more pretending.” You say.

-Bucky’s Doll

[eccentricallygothic]

Experienced Sadist!Lloyd Hansen who is addicted to fucking You semi-dry and raw…

Warning(s): Unprotected p-in-v, d/s dynamics, m!Dom, f!sub, Sir kink, semi-dry/raw fucking, spit play, choking, age gap, light consent play I think idk. MDNI.

MASTERLIST

“Ouchieee~” you whine against Lloyd's finely shaved cheek, your flush lips press into his hot skin and his mustache tickles your jaw due to the proximity of your faces. “Sir,” you pout and graze the short hair on the sides of his head with your fingernails, a moan escaping your mouth because of how his fingers firmly knead the skin of your ass. “It h- hurts!” You feel his cock twitch against your barely lubricated pussy in response to your words. 

His naked chest vibrates against yours as he chuckles, hips rising to sink against yours once more to continue the burning friction of your aching skins. “Aw, sugar” your nearly dry petals desperately cling to his cock because of how tight your cavern is, the deep pink channel moving and pulling down with his cock when it goes to pull out of your needy pussy once more. “I know.” The baritone of his voice makes your hole clench in response. 

Lloyd brings one of his hands to your throat and lets his fingers feel your soft skin. “It's supposed to” his fist closes around your voice box once his thumb finishes its dance over your vocal chords and the moment your eyes roll over when your lungs run out of oxygen, the older man gathers a thick, warm blob of spit in his mouth before pouring it down in yours that you part to try and breathe. 

A humiliating gurgle sounds from your throat because of how the drop lands right on the back of your throat, the sensation causing for your shoulders to flinch in reaction. The wince that sizzles out of you is shaky and pained but the cruel pleasure that comes from focusing on the aching pleasure that buds past the uncomfortable rubbing of your intimate skins is way too exciting for you to actually end the scene. 

You let out a wheeze and your cunt unclamps itself from Lloyd's cock when he finally allows you to breathe. “Please… owchie… please, Sir!” Lloyd tsks when your worked up body releases a pearly droplet of arousal yet again. He reaches for your throbbing pussy with his other hand as he pulls you closer with his chokehold and plants his bushy lips upon yours, the feeling of his coarse facial hairs brushing your soft lip making you moan loud and nearly swallow up the finger that he uses to wipe away your natural lubricant. 

He had discovered this a while back, and though it was a rather slow and painful process, the orgasm was always worth it because of how sensitive and desperate it made the two of you. The struggle due to the difficulty in movement that resulted from the minimal slick made you wanting, impatient and wild. So sometimes, like today, Lloyd would deliberately wipe your pussy of its juices -since you always drip puddles for your old man- and then fuck you with the least amount of moisture possible. 

“Oh, God, fuck it hurts so bad!” You hiss out when he releases your throat once more and spits on your mouth before snaking his chokehold along your jaw to smear his oral discharge over your lips. “Oh, fuck, ouch— mmmm” Lloyd forces his thumb between your lips and your lips obediently wrap around it to suck at the digit. 

“But you like it,” your back arches when he twists one of your nipples between his fingers. “Don't you, my dirty little cock mutt?” Your face scrunches into an expression of pain and wanton and you vigorously nod. “I mean,” he pushes one of your legs over his broad shoulder and you feel his tip ghost over your cervix. “I can stop if it's too much, y'know?” The mock care makes your eyes roll once more. 

Ever the tease.

“No! No, please! No!” Your toes curl in your peripheral vision as you pout up at him, feeling yourself getting impaled into the bed because of how tightly he holds your hips to slide into you deep and hard. “Please don't!”

A satisfied smirk makes its way on his face and he grins, shaking in silent mirth. “And why not? I thought it hurt” he's a sadist through and through. 

He gets off on this. 

“B- Because… Because…” You choke on your own spit when he reaches for your throat once more. 

“Because, what?” You cannot shame or blame him, though. Not when you aren't much different from him.

“Because I am your dirty little painslut cock mutt, Sir” you say the words he likes and Lloyd moans before suddenly clanging his fingers against the side of your ass that is exposed to him due to your raised leg. “Ouch!” 

“That's fuckin' right, sunshine” his fist closes around your windpipe once more and his face and shoulder trap your elevated knee between them, other arm holding your stray leg down so his fingers can tickle your spread out cunt. Your body spasms at the sensation and your eyes lose their balance, the balls going into a disorder and your vision falters from them crossing in on themselves. “Tsk, look at you, gettin' off to a man twice your age giving a dry beating to your slutty little pussy” your mind disconnects from a gush of depraved euphoria overwhelming it and you breathlessly giggle at his words, nodding along to them mindlessly. “You are my stupid little cross eyed whore, aren't you?” His ears turn red and his own breaths get heavy because of how silly you look. 

You distantly nod, out of commission and ready to cum any moment now. 

“Hey” Lloyd cannot help but let you breathe when he taps your head back into focus. 

“H– Huh?” The heavy thumping of his heavy hand against your brain brings you back to the present moment and you confusedly blink up at him.

“Say it.” His jaw clenches from the sheer willpower it takes him to hold himself back from enacting the beastly urges that moments like these give him where he gets so overwhelmed that all he wants to do is to merge with you completely. “Say it how I like it, right now” Lloyd drops himself on a hand he places next to your head and the motion causes for his cock to hit your guts and you cry out a pained moan. “Let's fucking go.” His flared nose touches yours with a menace that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“I- I… ah!” Your orgasm burns out of you and you know what's coming after this. “I am— hnng!” Your back arches and your chin presses into his mustache as a result, your muscles clenching to put everything into the feeling of your high as you cry out and try to get away but Lloyd holds you down. “I am your stupid cross eyed pain mutt, Sir, please!” The cry you let out is blood curdling. 

“Good doggy” he pats your head in his typical condescending praise and it only makes you moan louder. “Even though your cum control still needs work, good doggy.” You whine in frustration. It is his acknowledgement to it. 

You're going to have to pay for it.

Lloyd is going to put you over his knee and give you a powerful spanking with your painted thighs spread open on display before you can hope to be excused for the day.

And there is not a thing you can do to get away from the wrath of your strict lover.

You are going to take it.

And you are going to love it.

Because what Lloyd wants, goes.

. . .

Someone get my masochistic ass off this site.

[sweetiebarnes]

Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding. 

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened. 

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.” 

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad. 

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

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

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

word count | 1,425

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (3)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

I Left You Something On The Body (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: You and Lloyd take to leaving consolation prizes for whichever one of you 'loses.' It...escalates delightfully.

Warnings for DARKFIC. Language; descriptions of sexual situations, toys, various paraphernalia. Smut-adjacent (masturbation). MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 982

And you do; you let Lloyd have several open contracts after the keycard incident.

Sometimes you wonder about the man providing the most fun you’ve had in years, but mostly, you relax in a noisy city high-rise with a spectacular view. A small vacation between assassinations. You drop off the network for a month or so, picking up a straight-forward job nearby, and then show up at the target’s house to find him already dead.

Pinched onto the body, overtop a blood-soaked button-down, are golden nipple clamps.

You snort in disbelief.

The sick bastard, he’s really wooing you now.

A thin chain between the clamps sports a tied tag.

To: The Cobalt Cunt

You let out a dreamy sigh, the little tingle in your mind of possibly fucking (with) him again vibrating to life. You even miss him in a weird way.

On the reverse of the tag, it reads, “not safe for lace.”

It’s on obviously and more fun than you ever imagined. At some point, you can’t tell if you two are letting each other get places first on not. The money is, oddly, totally irrelevant, and your career takes on a renewed joy.

Lloyd claims a target. You show up, kill them, and drop off an intricately-packaged Gucci jock strap with “Eat Me” embroidered at the back of the waistband, right above his asshole.

For good measure—and to remind him what he’s missing—you add a spritz of your perfume to the cup.

That’s where you want to be nestled, it implies. That’s where you belong, right against his dick.

Sadly, the next ‘surprise’ takes a while as you two are not after the same jobs. There’s plenty of work to go around till you find an oblong box wrapped in brown paper on the armchair ten feet from an enormous bloodstain.

 With an empty scotch glass and a crumb-covered plate beside it, you know Lloyd’s been trolling for your attention. His snacky, sweet-tooth is somewhat notorious.

Your inconspicuous, purposefully plain gift waits patiently, the soft whipped cream of a strawberry shortcake dripping down its serving stand.

There’s no rush though, and you make a little ritual of opening it to reveal a beautiful dildo with golden speckles throughout the silicone molding. It is absolutely from a cast of Lloyd; you’d know that curve anywhere.

If that’s as close as you can get? Fine by you…

The rest of him barely participated before anyway.

Geneva.

Lloyd’s pissed and tired after the flight. Suzanne is the fucking worst and made him repeat the plan three times because her pea-brain is as sharp as a limp dick.

He dances down the plane steps, noticing a welcome party that is not his people. One sunglasses-clad, black-suited fellow walks up to Lloyd with an enormous gift basket.

It’s so goddamn pink Lloyd recoils and squints his eyes.

Good christ, it’s hideous. He loves it in a sick way.

Pink cellophane, fuzzy pink handcuffs, a sparkling fuchsia cock ring, rose gold anal beads with pesto-colored rope connecting them, and strawberry flavored lube.

Mood restored, Lloyd chuckles, turning on his heel to get back on the plane.

He’s going home. He has toys to play with.

He doesn’t bother to explain shit to Suzanne. One of these days, he’s just going to pop her for free.

This one doesn’t coincide with a job at all, but that’s what makes it all the sweeter to you.

Delivered to the place you’re staying for the week is an adorable, yellow stuffed rabbit with a pull-cord. Across its tummy is 'sunshine' in cursive letters.

You honest-to-god squeal in delight as you listen to each of the five custom recordings programed in.

Lloyd tuts then says “should have sized up my ring, you cock-drunk whore,” a deep gasp and a squelch punctuates the end.

Oh boy. It’s Christmas in July. Happy you!

You fake your own shocked gasp at the second soundbite.

“Know you don’t taste like fucking strawberries,“ he grunts before bitterly adding, “but I’ll take one for the team and eat that pussy any day.”

Third: “Bet I was the best you ever had, even when I wasn’t awake, you poor thing. So needy…”

Fourth: “How hard did you come, Sunshine? Be honest.” He laughs like the cat who got the cream to end that one.

Finally, the last of the pulls is just the slapping noise of him jerking off and finishing with a deep moan.

Now, at least, you know what Lloyd sounds like when he comes.

Utterly self-satisfied, Lloyd goes about his life of luxury.

He’ll be damned if he’s going to break and go to you. Fuck that. The thrill of this taco-and-hotdog game is worth it anyway.

He still works, and not every job revolves around you.

For one such fulfilled contract, he’s being paid in artwork and has the delivery men bring in the large framed canvas to uncover in his current villa’s sitting room.

The expectation is a well-known portrait.

It’s a painting alright, but it’s…very modern.

Lloyd crosses his arms over his chest and smothers a proud grin.

The torso and open legs of you stretch out facing the viewer, gold leaf embossed nipple clamps and their chains dangle over your stomach, and the blunt end of a golden dildo sits nestled in your cunt. There are brush strokes and paint visibly raised from the surface.

He wonders whether it was done from a photo or whether you sat there, bare, for some artist to reference for hours, maybe even days.

Lloyd had a spot in mind for his real payment, but this will do nicely. He’s quite pleased with the view. It shall go over the mantle in the bedroom, and he shall fuck whoever he wants—his fist included—while staring right at it.

The half dozen or so other people in the villa’s great room who can all see the painting don’t say a fucking word.

How the hell is he supposed to top this?

A/N: Full disclosure, I'm pretty sure this is the funniest thing I'll ever write, and I'm okay with that. I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣🤣

[Next Part: A Blazer Full of Bullet Holes]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

blue art deco divider by @/saradika-graphics--thank you for your beautiful work!

[thezombieprostitute]

Lloyd Hansen Drabble

Warnings: Implied kidnapping and non/dub consent. Please let me know if I missed any.

You’re still not sure how your coworkers convinced you to go out for a girls’ night at the bar after work. It was very much not your scene and it seemed like everyone at the bar was happy to remind you of that. Well, at least until some jackass with more confidence than brains walked in. He looked like he’d just come from a fight, the bruises and split lip being the only things distracting from his mustache. 

For whatever reason he locked in on you immediately. He sidled up to you, completely ignoring the petite women who were clearly into his tough-guy look. “I’m Lloyd. What are you drinking, Gorgeous?”

“I was actually just getting ready to go home,” you retort. “This isn’t really my scene. Best of luck with one of the other girls, though.”

He grabs your arm as you go to leave, “hold it there, Sweet Cheeks. I’m offering you a free drink, the least you can do is smile and be grateful.”

You shake your arm loose, “I already told you, I’m not interested in another drink so your offer means nothing. Please leave me alone.”

“How can you be polite while also being so damn rude? I’m offering you a chance with all of this,” he gestures towards himself, “and I know how to make a woman happy.”

“Clearly you don’t or you’d have listened to me and left me alone.” You turn around and hurry through the crowd, trying to escape him. 

He grabs you just outside the door and you smack him across the face. Not hard enough to leave yet another mark on his already beaten up face but hard enough to make him let go of you. You look around for the bouncer but see him turning the other way as a man you don’t recognize gives him a wad of cash. You’re not going to get any help.

He gives you a leering smile, “so feisty. I’m used to the desperate ugly chicks fawning under my attention. You’re different.”

“Yeah, I’m not desperate. Leave me alone!” You try to back away but the stranger who bribed the bouncer has moved behind you, blocking off your exit.

“You’re not desperate yet, Sweet Cheeks. Not yet. But I can fix that.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to learn: you never say “no” to Lloyd Hansen.”

@alicedopey

[the-penguin-of-baskervilles]

ok i’ve been seeing the invisible danger couple prank on my fyp and i need to know how u think lloyd is gonna react 😆😆😆

This was a fun ask. I did have to go check out what the invisible threat prank was, because it hadn't made it onto my fyp yet. But once I did this practically wrote itself. There might be a second part to this drabble, if anyone wants to see that... lol...

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You walked out of Lloyd’s office, ahead of him by just a step. As you turned the corner into the stairwell, you gasped, leaping back and throwing your arms out and scrambling away from the danger. Lloyd’s hand closed around your upper arm and pulled you towards him.

“Stay behind me,” he growled. 

Lloyd stepped in front of you, his wide shoulders forming a protective barrier between you and the stairs. He surveyed the stairway, sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. 

You giggled, then laughed. 

Lloyd turned and his confusion turned into exasperation. He shook his head.

“Well played.”

You reached out and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Lloyd. You were very heroic. I didn’t think you’d fall for it.”

He tangled your fingers together, interlacing them.

“For the record, the danger I was looking for was a spider. I know how much you hate them.” 

“You’re not going to put a spider on my desk as a revenge prank are you?”

Lloyd chuckled and headed down the stairs, drawing you along by the hand.

“Lloyd? You’re not going to leave a spider on my desk, right? Lloyd?! Hey, I’m sorry! It was just a joke! Lloyd! Don’t you dare! Don't even think about it!”

He chuckled darkly and smirked at your terrified expression.

“I’ll give credit where it’s due, Princess. You always have the best ideas…”

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Just like that...💛💛💛

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

W/c : around 500

Summary: Lloyd helps you with your period cramps, no not by orgasms.

Warning: Daddy (reader calling him Daddy),Cuddling, Period cramps,kissing,Soft Lloyd 🥺, fluff and just fluffffff🥹🥹🥹

Let me know if i forgot to add any warning

Author note : fluff with Lloyd cause I want to. ☺️. Soft Lloyd 🥺. No description of the reader body. No use of y/n

Please reblog, comment and leave feedback as they always bring a smile on my face . ❤️

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. :))

You whimper as another wave of pain shoots across your abdomen."Lloyd" you cry out from the bed.

"I am here . I am here!" he announces as he enters the room . You look at his figure. Lloyd, in all his glory, his favourite polo shirt and blue jeans . His eyes are so beautiful, like always so beautiful.

"Hey Pumpkin", Lloyd smiles as he sits next to you. "Daddy.." you look at him, your eyes all teary ,"it hurts". You whimper again and clutch at your stomach.

"shhh Daddy's here" Lloyd coos softly and places his hand at your tummy. He rubs it softly, his touch is welcoming. The cool touch relaxes your skin, yeah your skin was kind of hot to touch . You sigh and relax further,"that feels good ,baby?" Lloyd inquires and you hum in agreement.

"Want you close, please" you plead and look at him with puppy eyes. He chuckles and climbs up on bed . He lays beside you and caresses your face and gives you a forehead kiss. You nuzzle closer to him and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, he always smells nice. His hand moves along your back and carries on his soft touch . You can stay like this. You smile and bop his nose . He grins and kisses your nose in return.

"Hey", you smile. "Hey , pretty girl!" Lloyd smiles back and his eyes shine with each word that escapes his lips,"you need anything else, baby?" he asks and you shake your head ."Just you ,Daddy" you say and let out a sigh . "I love you" you mumble and place a kiss on his collarbone,"like so so much", you say sweetly. "Mm really?" He asks and his hand is still at your back , caressing your skin ,the pain relieved with each of his soft touches. "Yeah makes my tummy flutter with butterflies" you chuckle. "The good type of butterflies?" He smiles again and you nod your head in agreement.

"Daddy.." you whisper absent-mindly. "Yeah ,Pumpkin?" Lloyd urges on with a kiss on your forehead "I am sleepy" you say with a yawn .

"And we gonna sleep Darling" he chuckles and the next thing he feels is you falling asleep, just like that. "My love," he smiles and kisses your cheek,"Daddy loves you too, more than he can express in words and this feeling makes my heart flutter , in the best way. I love you , much more than you know".

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AHHH YES HE'S SOFT BUT ONLY FOR HIS GIRL!!!!!

[chocofilledheart]

HELP PLEASE

Looking for a series of drabbles of Lloyd Hansen. It started with a single mom being neighbors with single dad Lloyd. She has to leave her baby with Lloyd and turns out he’s great with kids. They end up getting married.

I remember one of the drabbles was the little baby girl drawing on Lloyd while he was asleep. I think coloring in his tattoos. And another was the whole family going out together and Lloyd gets mad at a guy for stealing his parking space so to get back at him he puts baby girl on his shoulders running the man’s view of whatever show they’re all watching.

If anyone knows what I’m talking about any information would be appreciated. I tried looking through my reblogs and can’t seem to find it.

And I distinctly remember this person would post these has like a Sunday Single Dad series. If I could remember the actual hashtag used I would look for it that way.

Thank you!!

[eccentricallygothic]

I kinda ran late for school this morning but I couldn't help but think about…

Profound husband!Lloyd who holds your toddler on his hip while knocking on the bathroom door when you're still washing up in the morning. You verbally express your annoyance and he apologizes because the kids just won't have anything besides you. 

Profound husband!Lloyd who does his best to handle the bunch when you're out of it and during mornings because he knows you're not a morning person and such a sensory load on top of it is too much for you.

Profound husband!Lloyd who steps aside with an apologetic smile when you huff as you open the door but make no effort to interact with the bunch and walk away, ignoring the multiple “Mommy, Mommy”s. 

Profound husband!Lloyd who just snorts when you grumble “Get all that away from me” before walking to the balcony. He sends the kids to the breakfast table with a promise that you two will be joining them soon, handing them the toddler too. 

Profound husband!Lloyd knows you don't mean it the way you put it and that you love your family and children as much as he does. But you're his original baby. He knows how sensitive and moody you can be at times. 

Profound husband!Lloyd doesn't mind. He carefully approaches you and comfortingly rubs your arms from behind. “Hey, don't be mean. The kids just love you is all” he still chooses to remind you for the sake of his children. “Like you love your own mom.” 

Profound husband!Lloyd doesn't mind as you scoff and roll your eyes. “But I am not my mom. She's a wonderful woman and mother. I am just… me.”

Profound husband!Lloyd sighs as he gathers you up in his arms and kisses your cheek. “Hey, now” his nose grazes your soft skin. “You're just as amazing. I'd honestly say you're better.” He knows you're not too confident in yourself at times. Especially as a wife and mother. “You're perfect, honey. Just stay with us.” Warm comfort washes over you and let yourself relax in his arms. “The kids love you. I love you.” You have a knack for constantly recalculating your worth and doubting your make. Luckily for you, you've profound husband Lloyd to always catch you when you're about to fall.

. 

My first Lloyd fic was a soft fluff, I love that man like he's my own old man, and I am afraid I'll die on that ship.

[sweetiebarnes]

Order Me Around Summary: Your relationship with Lloyd Hansen could be summed up with one word — toxic.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Warnings: spitting, choking, rough sex (p in v), degradation, humiliation, Lloyd Hansen (yes he's a warning), hate sex

A/N: As always my blog and writing are intended for adults only. 18+ Only. All mistakes and errors are my own. You do not have permission to copy or translate my work. Pay attention to all warnings provided. You are responsible for your own media consumption. PLEASE DO NOT REPORT MY WORK. Divider by @cafekitsune KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

You never knew how sex with Lloyd was going to be. It was as if every time, he aimed to surprise you with something new. It didn’t help that 8/10 times the two of you were hate fucking. 

Your current situation occurred because you decided to go against his orders. You knew that you’d be able to get to the target despite his objections. Just as you had expected, you took down the asshole with no issues. But that didn’t stop Lloyd from being pissed. 

The two of you spent close to half an hour screaming at one another before he had you shoved up against the wall. 

“You think you’re real cute, don’t you, Sunshine? You’d think I’d have fucked the brat out of you by now.” You hated how his words went straight down to your cunt. Even more so, you hated the whimper that left your lips. 

Before you knew it, clothes were being discarded across the room. Your hands pawed at his chest, scratching down his muscular chest. 

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” He spats before thrusting hard into your weeping cunt. All you could do was moan in response. Your arms go lax to your sides. 

Lloyd manages a couple of hard thrusts before his hand moves to your throat. He caresses his thumb along your pulse point before his grip tightens. This wasn’t the first time he’d choked you. But this was the first time he did it so tightly. 

You couldn’t tell if you were more turned on or scared at this point. It certainly felt like both as his hips continued to drive in you. Each thrust causes your pussy to clench around him.

“Is this all I have to do? Squeeze this little neck of yours until you listen. Well, let’s see if you’ve actually learned a lesson.” His hand then moves from your throat to your cheeks and squeezes. Without warning, he spits directly into your mouth. “Be a good whore, and swallow. We both know how much you love it.” 

[babyjakes]

did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

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

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

word count | 1,333

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (1)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Deadly Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: Lloyd gets outsmarted.

Warnings for HE'S AN A**HOLE AND I SHOULDN'T NEED TO TELL YOU THAT, illusions to sex/imagined sexual acts, general body-shaming, nasty thoughts, drugging/murder, and the unbelievable thrill of Lloyd getting taken down a few pegs. MINORS DNI. WC ~900

Lloyd impatiently taps his pinky ring on his binoculars, adjusting the lenses.

He hates waiting, but there’s nothing for it. The job is to retrieve something this man stole without evidence that anything was stolen from him.

Oh, and kill the fucker. Obviously.

Man’s a thief.

Well, Lloyd’s a thief, too, in a way, but he doesn’t bother to steal without reason. He gets a payday out of it.

This guy—this grossly-obese, sack of shit chumming it up poolside at a resort—also thinks he’s getting a payday out of it, yeah, but Lloyd is so much better than that. He’d see the reality of his situation. He wouldn’t be this stupid. He wouldn’t be spending the money before the exchange was made.

Easy pickings is what this guy is.

All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet.

Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust.

The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini.

His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

Lloyd frowns and spits over the balcony where he watches. He just imagined the yellow bikini riding that sweaty hippo down there—more to the point, he imagined having to surveil the man while fatso tried to fuck a woman like that—and feels queazy.

Some parts of the job he likes. Some parts he doesn’t. Lloyd gets paid either way.

He leans back for a moment, resting his eyes from the high magnification and the bright sun above. He takes in the mind-numbing, incessant beat of island drums that converges from multiple ‘bands’ across the property into the worst white noise.

Lloyd would rather hear the whimpering, whining screams of torture.

Where the fuck are the waves and relaxing shit?

For effect, a gull screeches at him from the next railing over.

“I will fucking eat you,” Lloyd sharply chuckles back, and then he picks up his slippery, cold Arnold Palmer and smacks his lips.

You know what they say: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your whole life.

That’s true. Lloyd’s proven that. The missing part is that if work isn’t work then vacation isn’t vacation, so one has to make do with thrills where they find them.

Lloyd gently lifts the silencer-tipped gun from his lap and shoots the gull right off its perch. He makes a long whistling noise as the carcass falls and lands with a satisfying thud against some enormous bush leaves.

This is going to be easy, he thinks, sipping his refreshment slowly. Child’s play.

He sets down the glass and the gun, repositioning the binoculars over the possibly-sunburnt bridge of his nose.

Watching this poser of a paunch groping the decent-looking, sunshine girl is making him plan out seeing someone of his own tonight. He’ll be done with the guy early enough; plenty of time to find a self-conscious chubster willing to suck and fuck hard for a few praises. It’s basically charity work, but again, work isn’t really work, is it?

Lloyd has to follow the repetitive grind of yellow-tied hips and watch the front bow bounce between breasts to notice that she’s yanking at the string.

He might be in real luck. Is he about to get a show?

The bikini top doesn’t fall away, however, and it’s suddenly missing the white bead marking the edge of the seam.

Sunshine's hands go up in the air, reaching and swaying with the beat, until she turns and drops something small—like a fucking pill—into the target’s drink, reaching for his face and cooing dirty, little things, it seems, by the distracted burst of the man’s pupils.

Mother fucker.

Lloyd sprints back through the sliding door and out of his room, he vaults the banisters to jump down three flights in the stairwell and only emerges at the poolside to see his target collapsing forward, the bikini bitch groping the body as it falls to sneak a keycard out of his pocket.

She screams bloody murder and everyone fucking buys the act. She scrabbles away, bare palms on the concrete, one holding his goddamn prize, until she slips backward into the pool.

“Son of a…” Lloyd scowls, but there are too many people moving over the walkway to rubberneck.

He sees happy, dotted yellow emerge from the other side of the water, empty-handed, a sympathetic towel thrown over a clearly shocked woman.

From across the courtyard, you, Sunshine, turn in Lloyd’s direction, pulling at the front of your suit bottoms to emphasize a stiff, rectangular shape underneath.

You’re staring right at him when slowly raising a middle finger and winking before wrapping the generic towel tighter.

Onlookers and good samaritans gather, crossing in between you two. He can’t make a scene.

Then you’re gone, folded into the wave of terry cloth that ripples and recedes with passing drama.

He stands there, dumbfounded, ten feet away from a dead seagull.

Did…did Lloyd just fucking lose?

A/N: *evil, unhinged laughter* This shit is gonna be fun....

[Next Part: Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy]

[Main Masterlist; Lloyd Hansen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

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

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot. 

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.” 

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.” 

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lloyd as ur househusband lollllll

I love that. Here's a little blurby blue.

For Her Pleasure

House husband! Lloyd Hansen x angry!wife

🏠🏠🏠

The loud tingling ringtone cuts through your playlist, agitating you as you trawl with the grind of traffic. A day of overtime has you agitated as it is. You look at the display. That's never good. Your husband, calling you? Right. Not right now. You just need to clear your head.

You dismiss the call and tap the brake, making little progress as the lights turn red again. Drive, people! You grip the wheel tight and grind your teeth. The dentist was so worried about you doing it while you sleep, but he should be more worried about you being awake and dealing with idiots!

Finally, you get your turn and weave your way through the back street. Why can't people just use their cars? Or their brains. Another call. Well, you wouldn't say you married Lloyd for his smarts. Clever in his own way but that's hardly his selling point.

You pull up the drive and linger in the front seat. You let the seat belt repel but can't bring yourself to get out. You reach into your bag and grab the bag of chips you forgot about.

As you tear the seal apart, there's a tap at the window. You hover a chip before your mouth and cringe as you look over. Lloyd grins and bends to wave at you, gesturing for you to roll down the window. The censor beeps at you for not having your belt on. Everyone and everything is on you today.

You hit the switch and your husband quickly snatches the salt and vinegar goodness from your hand, knocking the chip from your other in the process. You snarl, "Lloyd. What the hell?"

"You're going to spoil dinner, sweety pie," he says. "Besides. if you're going to have chips, get kettle not this garbage."

You glare at him as he shoves the bag into his apron pocket. You narrow your eyes and grind your teeth again. 

"Hey, you need your mouthguard?" He offers and you roll your eyes.

You hit the ignition button and the car shuts down. You swipe your keys and push the door open, nearly hitting your dearly beloved in the process.

"Babe, you know when you look at me like that, I get distracted," he purrs and reaches for you. You smack his hands away. "Hey, save the spice for the kiester."

He winks and spins, wiggling his butt at you. You could smack him in the back of the damn head. You merely step up and reach around him. He purrs and wiggles against your pelvis.

"Sexy, wifey poo. Right here on the front lawn?"

You snake your hand into his apron and take the chips back. You shove him away and stomp past him. You shove three chips into your mouth as you head for the house.

"Oh, wait, your purse," you hear him and the car door opens and shuts again.

You enter and kick your shoes off the mat. He follows and closes the front door, fussing as he puts your heels on the rack. He hangs your purse as you chew noisily.

"I made your favourite--" he trails after you.

"You know what I'm craving right now? Peace and quiet." You hurl back.

"Oh, sunshine, tell me about it? What's got you so... feral?" He follows you into the kitchen and runs his hand up your lower back.

"Fuckers. Idiots. Morons." You say through a mouthful and take out the last chip. You crumple the bag and toss it. "Urgh, these things are 90% air!"

"I know, honey," he picks up the bag and puts it in the bin. "Tell me about the fuckers, idiots, and morons."

"Expense reports. Fucked up the ass," you start as you climb up on the tall chair along the island. A cupboard swings open then snaps back into place. "Then my chair decided to lock so I'm nearly folded in half. And my damn assitant-- This little brat they hired, he's incapable!"

Lloyd places a healthy glass of wine in front of you and sucks his teeth. You take it by the stem and slurp. You shake your head.

"Him? You didn't mention it was a guy," he pouts.

You squint at him, "An idiot. A boy. Nothing."

"You used to call me those things," he says.

You nearly laugh. Nearly.

"Trust me. Incompetent is not my taste."

"Wow, I'm competent," Lloyd brightens.

You scoff and take another drink. You swish it around in your mouth then shrug.

"You're tolerable," you say. "But you know I'm not so tolerant on an empty stomach."

"Yes, mistress," he preens and claps his hands, spinning into action.

"Lloyd," you warn, recalling the last time he called you that in front of company.

"I'm being a good boy," he says as he opens the oven. "Just you wait for dessert."

He takes the sheet pan out, a perfect spread of roasted veggies across it. He winks at you as he places it on the counter and slides a plate out. As he arranges the shrimp and veggie over noodles you sigh. He's not without his flaws, but he does keep you from worrying about all this house nonsense. He's better at it too.

"If it doesn't include massage oil, I'll skip," you joke.

He chuckles, "oh, I got a full course for you, baby."

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The Backwoods AU

A Special Sort of Craving (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

The Detour (Thor, MCU)

The Stranger (Chris, Destroyer)

Forget-Me-Not (Loki, MCU)

The Farmer’s Daughter (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

The Rebound (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

Second Best (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Crossed Wires (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob & Cole Turner, Ghosted)

Daddy Lesson (Rafe Cameron, OBX, Outer Banks)

All Things End (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)

THTH (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Called To Duty (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

Unmanageable (Pete Brenner, Pain Hustlers)

A Place in the Sun (Nick Fowler, The 355)