#evan hansen drabble

[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!

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[eccentricallygothic]

Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.

Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI. 

. . .

You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection. 

The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe. 

“Absolutely delicious, baby, good job” he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.

This is good.

Him being pleased is good.

“Thank you, my heart” you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.

“See?” Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. “Wasn't I right?” Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. “Didn't it make things all better for us, hm?” Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.

But you must not speak your mind.

For you are not allowed to have one.

“Yes, hubby, you were” you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine. 

His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. “Just too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?”

You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. “Yes, hubby, I was.” Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. “Thank you for teaching me better.” 

“And what did I teach you?” You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears. 

Of course, he wants you to say it.

It is a routine that he likes to do every night. 

“That you are always right because you know better.” You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs. 

It is a trap, meant to set you off.

He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.

You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.

But now you know it never fares well for you.

So better to just obey.

“Yeah?” His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. “And how did I teach you that?” This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.

“You taught me by…” Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. “B- By…” Fuck.

Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it. 

“By?” You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. “Know what, honey?” He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. “I'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.” You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. “It had something to do with a machine and a cute head” his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.

Your heart is erratic against his chest. “H–” the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. “T- Taught me by shaving my head.”

Steve's smirk is one of pride. “Oh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?” 

Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. “N- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all off…” Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. “Until I was a cueball.”

“And why was that, huh, baby?” Now he speaks to you like you're a child. 

He does that when he is horny. 

The realization makes your stomach twist.

“B- Because you warned me many times but—” your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. “I didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.” He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.

“Oh, honey. Is that what happened?” Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight. 

“Yes, hubby.” Your tears fall on your lap. 

“And how did it happen, huh, darling?” He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. “Can you tell me?”

You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. “The scary razor went all over my head, hubby” you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. “Like buzz buzz buzz~” you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp. 

“Aw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?” You timidly nod, pouting a little. “That's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?” He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek. 

“Yes, hubby.” 

“Aw, my poor girl” he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. “I get it, you’re just a baby” he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again. 

“But it was necessary, wasn't it? And it worked” it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. “No more hair in the food.” He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.

“No more hair in the food.” You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.

“Awww” he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. “Cheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on you” his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. “I am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing alive” he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. “The cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all around” you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. “C'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.” He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. “Yeah?”

All you can do is nod defeatedly.

. . .

If you made it down here, hi you're cool. 

[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

[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."

[lilacevans]

𝐠𝐨𝐭'𝐜𝐡𝐚: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ lloyd hansen x female!reader (non-descriptive) ✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 353. ✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: chase kink, taunting, dub-con/non-con (however you'd like to interpret it), dacryphilia (crying kink), lloyd being lloyd ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: @chxrryhansen ✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: the longest one yet!! i wanted them to stay under 200 but i really enjoy writing lloyd and i would've kept going but decided to post so i didn't spend 5 days writing a 5k smutfest. anywaysssss; enjoy my lloyd lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!! 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑑'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡. ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Lloyd’s laughter mocked you as you bound barefoot down the never ending hallway. As you stumbled with a heaving chest, manically trying every door as Lloyd’s heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

Every shake of the seemingly thousands of doorknobs knocked your heart that little bit closer to breaking. The daunting reality of never being able to outrun him settled in quickly and your hope was diminishing with every useless step. Until one door swung open and you flung yourself inside, slamming it shut. Your eye’s scattered around the room, looking for a hiding spot before they zeroed in on a small cupboard, just big enough for you to fit inside of.

As you rushed forward you were snatched from behind, Lloyd’s cologne filled your nose; dark and carnal as your eyes widened. His arm snaked around your neck, constricting the stale manor air from reaching your lungs.

‘’Got’cha,’’ Lloyd gleamed in your ear, black gloved fingers squeezing either side of your chin as you were dragged back out of the room kicking and screaming.

Lloyd’s hand moved from your chin to clamp harshly over your mouth before you were spun and pinned with his arm across your chest to the wall. His eyes searched your face as your eye’s squeezed shut; tears pouring down your cheeks. You heard his demented, throaty chuckle before feeling the wetness of his tongue glide up your cheek. Your body tried to contort away from his warm breath, useless in its attempt to escape the unescapable. 

Suddenly his tongue was gone and Lloyd tutted, ‘’You’re not crying enough, Pup. Nothin’ but fuckin’ crocodile tears.’’

You let out a pitiful whimper as Lloyd mocked you with faux sympathy, pressing soft kisses across your face.

‘’Open those pretty eye’s up, wanna see ‘em all wet with those shiny fake tears,’’ Lloyd ordered.

Your eyes fluttered open, willing them not to close again at the sight of his twisted grin. 

‘’There they are,’’ Lloyd cooed in awe. ‘’Now… What the fuck do I have to do to you to get some real fuckin’ tears, hmm? Shall we go find out?’’

[yvette-tal]

“…what’s this?” You ask with a suspicious look on your face as Connor hands you a box.

A box he only handed over to you after closing and locking his room for with the both of you inside. He shrugs, looking off to the side as he sits down on his bed “Maybe you should open it and find out.” He says.

You’re still eyeing him with suspicion as you cut open the box and open it, your face(as well as your mind) going blank as a smile grows on Connor’s face when you see what’s in the box.

“Do you like it?” Connor asks, a somewhat proud look on his face as you slowly look up at him.

“Connor.”

“Yes sir?”

“Last week, when you asked how big my tits were, you could have just asked for my binder size.”

“Same thing.”

“I assure you, it is not.”

[shininglikeyoursmile]

My little moon...🌙🌙🌙

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 1k

Summary : Lloyd takes care of you after a tiring day ❤

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

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Moodboard by me 💋. The pics just show the vibes. There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

As always my beloved, comments, feedback and reblog are SO MUCH APPRECIATED!!!!! please leave some feedback!!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Lots of love! ❤️

Even though we think Lloyd is not a softie, he is but only for his girl . So when you come home in the evening all tired and exhausted.

He gently sweeps you in his big arms and kisses your forehead, his way of showing affection and love for you but also because he loves kissing you and he hates to see ,his pretty girl all tired.

He takes you to the kitchen counter and makes you to sit on top of it . He grabs a glass of water and hold it for you to drink and he insists that you drink it all .

"Good girl" he praises when you empty it , or as much water you need from the glass.

Then, he takes off your outfits and with each discarded article he places soft kisses on the exposed skin ,praising you, and delicately rubbing your arms and back cause he knows they are sore from the day you had. He's so proud of you.

"You must be so proud of yourself, my little moon?" he asks genuinely, he doesn't say he's proud of you cause according to him your happiness, things you accomplish should never be based on others approval . He told you once but you kinda shrugged it off but deep down you know he's right. You nod and and repeat his words,"I am proud of me."

"I , too, am proud of you darling" he grins and kisses your lips softly. His kisses leaves you a little dazy , maybe it's the way he steals your breath away when he cups your chin and pulls you closer by the neck and greedily licks the insides of your mouth Or simply he's like that

"I am gonna run a bath for you ,baby " he states and you know it's his way of confirming if you wanna do something else . You shake your head no and he smiles in return

After undressing you, he carries you in his arms to the big bath tub he'd set up before you arrived, adding the bath bombs you like and he loves them too. He loves how your smell have instant calming effect on him and it just makes him to nuzzle and snuggle more closer to you when you two cuddle

He gently lowers you down in the tub , the warm water makes it seem like its soaking out all the tension and stress from your skin

he takes the Lofa and lathers you up throughoutly, his touch is so welcoming and you let out a sigh of relief. He massages your feet a little and gently press down on its inside . Soft touch along your knees, thighs and legs while also pressing his thumb in the spots where you are sore . It's like he's untying all the knots of exhaustion

he caresses your inner thighs and rubs them gently with his soft and thick fingers

he moves up and his palm rubs delicately on your stomach, and when he moves to your breasts he kneads them gently giving special attention to each one

His gaze is unmoving, rubbing each one in a round manner . He once told you, your boobs are like one of those really soft balls and he can't stop himself no matter how hard he try . "They are so pretty baby ," he praises and you are pretty sure he's not even blinking

And then comes your neck , he's so gentle with you and he rubs his thumb on either side of the back of your neck and behind your ears and your soft sigh of relief only makes him more eager to take care of you

He then makes you to sit a little up and joins you too and you can lay your back on his chest.

Finished up with his work on your neck area he presses his thumb on the top of your spine and follow its path down to your ass , and then gives it a little slap that's barely there and you move on your knees , he grabs your asscheeks and kneads them too

And then you both lay in the tub for a while , the tub is so big you can fit five more people in it and he made sure to get the biggest and nicest tub cause according to him , his princess deserves all the best and nicest things

While you both sit in the tub, your back to his chest and his hands rubbing your arms up and down , you feel so relaxed and it's like all the earlier stress is gone and you feel so relaxed that you may fall asleep right away

Llyod kisses your forehead and occasionally move his hand down your sternum

Just before you are on the verge of sleeping Lloyd cups your face to wake you up

"Hey hey Pumpkin now, none of that" he says and you know it's because you haven't eaten yet

"Lloyd please" you give him your best puppy eyes but he shake his head in disapproval

He then picks you up and cleanse you well , and wraps you in a floofy rob

Carrying you to the Kitchen, he feeds you . The food is homemade. He made it before you came home. He's an amazing cook and that's a secret that only you know

After your stomach is full and you are satisfied Lloyd carries you to the rooftop

The rooftop provides an amazing view of the night sky, and Lloyd being Lloyd, there's a big bed decorated with lots of pillows and blankets . The rooftop is secured and it's more of a room only the roof is made up of glass which is so hard .

He drops you on the bed and climb up on it beside you. He pulls you closer so he can nuzzle your neck and peels of the rob cause he needs to feel skin on skin. He shed off his clothes before climbing on the bed

He caresses your stomach and spoons you in. You turn back so you can face him and gaze in his beautiful eyes

"Thank you" you whisper and tilt your neck to kiss him softly

"Anything for you , mi petite luna" he replies and kisses you again . His warmth is home , his presence is home

***

Your thoughts?! 🤲🤲🤲

[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!!

[imyourbratzdoll]

hiiii baby!!!!! can i request, lloyd hansen X f!reader and he just has a soft spot for reader.

hi honey!:) I hope you like this, I wrote it on my phone hahah.

summary - lloyd has a soft spot for you.

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

Lloyd couldn’t help it, anytime he walked into the room and saw you. It felt as though his day brightened, Lloyd is the man that hates everyone, but you. He couldn’t hate you and he couldn’t understand why.

“L—Lloyd…” You chew on your bottom, rocking on the heels of your feet as you look down at the god-like man. You feel your heart launch into your throat as he looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes, Sunshine?” You feel your cheeks heat up and you gently shove his favourite coffee his way.

“I thought you’d need it… Since the mission didn’t go as planned…” You widen your eyes and pout slightly, causing Lloyd to shuffle, feeling his heart melt at the sight of you.

His large hand reaches up and wraps around yours as he grabs the cup. A smirk appears on his face when you shy away, eyes becoming wider. “Thank you, Sunshine. That’s very sweet of you.” He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip, humming. “Why don’t you go take a break, you’ve been working so hard.”

“O—okay, thank you!” You quickly scurry away, never having someone treat you so nice before.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[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.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Sab, I was so in the mood for Lloyd and remembered this story existed. And I had to read it again and reblog it again because OMG it is so friggin good!!!

summary. | Your secret admirer makes his first major move.

prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Yandere + “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will.” + Sir kink, requested by @ellethespaceunicorn.

pairing. | dark/Yandere!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, mild memory loss (very temporary), allusions to drugging, delusion, obsession, Sir kink, pet names, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

Your surroundings are unfamiliar—this, you know for sure. Everything else is a blur—complete darkness as you can’t seem to recall anything.

It’s like the memory is on the very tip of your tongue, and yet, you come up with nothing. It drives you insane, or perhaps it’s the fact that you’re in a dark room, tied up and sitting in a metal chair.

The silence makes your ears ring obnoxiously. 

Your shoulders and arms ache from the odd position. You note that your coat is gone despite the cold weather, and you’re left in simple clothes. A sweater and a pair of jeans, unassuming and basic—so how come you’re the victim of whatever ploy this is?

The room is warm, which you appreciate. Rope keeps your arms together and behind your back, as well as your legs attached to the feet of the folding chair. It doesn’t hurt, per se, but it certainly is uncomfortable.

You puff out a heavy sigh and lick your lips, wishing you had some water to drink right about now. You focus, determined to figure out what happened.

You know you left work after another busy, dull day. You were walking to the nearest bus stop, and the snow fell. The streets were empty, and it was fairly dark outside, even though it wasn’t that late. You were tired and couldn’t stop yawning.

And then, nothing.

No, that can’t be right. You squeeze your eyes shut and continue with your effort, replaying the faint scene over and over, looking for something new.

A man walking up to you. You barely remember his appearance, only knowing you thought he was handsome and well-groomed. The kind of person you don’t see regularly. He approached you, asking for something. 

And then, nothing.

That makes more sense. You fell into the kind of trap you swore you’d always be wary of.

You wait for whatever’s in store for you to arrive, simply too exhausted to scream or cry. You wonder how long you’ve been knocked out for as there’s a creaking. A metal door behind you opens, and you crane your neck to see your guest.

He flips a switch, and instead of being blinded, a small lightbulb above turns on, filling your spot with golden light.

He steps into it, and as your eyes adjust, you look up at the man. It’s him! The one who got you here in the first place. You say nothing, though, worried you’ll dig a bigger hole for yourself.

Your heart beats faster, and your mouth goes dry. Undoubtedly, you’re horrified. He gives you a smile and surveys your surroundings, eyebrows furrowed. He almost seems… disappointed? You’re less than happy, too, but your positions are very different from each other.

“Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services,” he greets you after a few moments of staring at your face. You nod your head, wishing he would just get it over with. “N– Nice to meet you, sir,” you say.

Lloyd hums in delight. “Hungry? Thirsty? I’ll get you anything you need,” he offers, kneeling down to level with you. “I’m a bit thirsty, but it’s not too bad,” you tell him, worried he’ll give you some kind of drug. 

“You sure?” he checks again, and there’s nothing in his demeanour for you to say he’s upholding a façade. “I’m sure. Thank you, though.” You nearly give the mustached-man a smile. You save yourself by pressing your lips together, feigning indifference.

“Always so sweet, aren’t ya, baby cakes?” Lloyd coos and the gentleness of his tone is unsettling. You’re not sure what to say, so you shrug. “So perfect, so precious—all mine,” he mumbles. 

You don’t know what he’s talking about, and so you wait for his monologue on all the ways he’ll torture you to death. He seems like the type, if there is one.

“I’m sorry I had to do that to you, honey. I mean, honestly, watching you just lose consciousness and fall to the ground?” Lloyd starts explaining, “I was so upset—I never want to see anything like that happen to you again.” 

There’s something in his voice you can’t quite place. Passion? Love? No—impossible.

“And I had to do it myself—can’t trust any of these men with my special girl,” he coos, reaching up to pinch your cheek affectionately. He stands up just a bit to place a kiss on your nose before rising to his full height. “Uhm, I’m sorry, I don’t really understand what you’re saying,” you tell him in all honesty.

You make sure to keep your tone as sweet as honey—sensing a temper on this guy. After years of working in retail, you’ve become an expert at reading people. 

The smile on Lloyd’s face falters a bit, his jaw clenching. Your stomach drops at the display. 

“That’s okay, sunshine. All you need to know is that I love you, and there’s no denying it,” he says. “But we’ve never met,” you point out.

His jaw clenches again.

“Don’t be like this, puddin’,” he whispers as if people are around. “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel that way. But you will,” Lloyd promises, an almost imperceptible threat laced in his words. 

“I– I just want to go home, please. I’ll do anything,” you beg, growing desperate as the reality of the situation finally hits you. “I know you do, honey, and I know you will. But I think you need some time to yourself, y’know?” Lloyd hums, patting your cheek as he begins to walk away.

“Lloyd–”

“No, no. It’s ‘Sir’ now. You’ll work your way up quickly, don’t worry,” he tuts, reaching the metal door. You twist your head as you attempt to wiggle out of your restraints, but you’re unsuccessful.

“I have complete faith in you. I always have, honeybuns,” Lloyd—no, Sir—calls out, and he shuts the door behind him, leaving you in the room. 

But at least there’s light, even if you can’t escape the darkness.

[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.

[lilacevans]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 - 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding kink.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | puppy play

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | spit kink, choking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | bondage.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐠𝐨𝐭'𝐜𝐡𝐚 - 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | crying kink, chase kink, dub-con/non-con

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | throatfucking, dub-con. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧'- 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding, dirty talk.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 - 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | humiliation, ball-sucking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, puppy play. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, pushed too far.

+ more! coming soon!

[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!!!!!