#Lloyd Hansen x reader angst

[xcaptain-winterx]

Oooh please i’d love a one shot or a drabble of his inner monologue!

Butterflies

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd starts to realize that the feeling he is feeling towards Sunshine isn’t hatred.

warnings: fluff, realization of feelings, denial, slight angst

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

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You curse as the canvas almost slips from your fingers. The canvas isn’t that heavy and big, but you also have to carry your bag and the books that didn’t fit in there anymore.

Most of the Students are already done for today or are learning in the library, so the hallway isn’t that crowded. You still have to hurry though because it’s going to rain and getting your canvas wet isn’t something that you would want. Normally you are allowed to leave your projects in a room, but apparently not this time.

You walk out the door and already see how dark clouds start to cover the blue sky. You start to walk the shortest way to your dorm. It’s difficult though, to hurry while carrying your canvas and the rest.

The sky is now completely covered by dark clouds. It’s going to start raining any second now. You are so fucked.

“He cut his ear off”, a voice from behind suddenly says, making you jump and letting the canvas slip out of your fingers. Just before the canvas hits the floor, a hand catches it. “Did I scare you?” the voice says mockingly.

You turn around and see the boy from the party. Instead of a brown coat and scarf, he’s wearing a tight polo shirt and dark jeans. You can see some sweat on his forehead. He probably came from football practice and judging by the smirk and somehow happy mood, practice was good.

“Yes, you scared me”

“Good”, he says with a cocky smirk.

A smile spreads on your face as you realize what he first said. “You did some research on Van Gogh”

His smirk disappears. “Well, I uhm just wanted to know what shit you were talking about”. You don’t have to know that Lloyd actually went to the library at 3am because he wanted to know who was that man that you were so fascinated by. It took him quite a while because he forgot the name of the artist. Apparently Vincent ven Google doesn’t exist.

You nod smirking “mhm”.

He groans, “don’t get cocky. That’s my job, Sunshine”.

The smirk on your face disappears, instead the smile comes back. “Thank you for catching my Canvas”, you say. Lloyd pulls it away as you reach for it. “Uhm, can I have it back?”.

“No”

“What?” you say confused, reaching for it again only for him to hold it above his head, making you unable to reach it.

“Why should I give it back?” he says.

“It’s my Canvas”

“Is it?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, it is”.

Lloyd looks unimpressed. “Hmm. I don’t see you holding it” he leans closer. “So it’s mine”.

“Give me it” you jump up trying to grab it, the Books in your other Hand Male it Hard though.

“I don’t think so”

“Please”, you say, giving him a slight glare. Lloyd just laughs at your glare. It’s not scary, it’s cute-No, dumb.

He leans closer. “Beg”.

The expression on your face turns to disgust. “I’m not going to beg”.

“Then I keep it”, he says, turning like he’s about to leave. Lloyd waits for you to tell him to stop and start begging. Like always, you surprise him with your actions.

“You little piece of shit”

He didn’t expect that.

Lloyd turns around and looks at you with an angry look. “What did you just say?”.

“I said you Little piece of shit. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

Lloyd takes two big steps towards you. Now face to face with you. Well, face to chest with you. You can feel his breath hitting your face. He leans over you, towering over you and glaring down at you. “Oh, sunshine”, he says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd looks you up and down, deciding what he’s going to say next. Somehow, he doesn’t want to scare you. But why? Why can’t he be mean? It’s so easy to be mean. He shouldn’t have to worry about someone’s feelings. For god’s sake, he’s Lloyd Hansen! Not some weak butt waxing twink!

He snaps back when he hears you talk first.

“Yes, moonlight?”, you ask teasingly.

He takes a small step back and looks at you confused, “What did you just call me?”. Lloyd can’t believe that you just called him that.

“Moonlight”, you say.

“Don’t call me that!” Lloyd demands. Moonlight? That’s so…cute. Disgusting!

“Why not? You also don’t call me by my name”

Lloyd lets out a cold laugh. “Well, I can’t even remember your stupid name. Also, I wouldn’t give a shit about your name. I call you whatever I want…Sunshine. Now you better call me by my name, or” he licks his lips “you can always call me daddy, Sunshine”, he says, giving you a cocky smile.

Of course he knows your name. He remembers how he kept saying your name while he-NO.

A small chuckle leaves your mouth as he says that. “I never complained about the nickname. I like you calling me Sunshine”, you say, “by the way, I don’t even know your name”.

Lloyd stares at you, not believing what you just said. “What do you mean?”, he asks.

“You never told me your name”

Lloyd thinks hard. Did he really lay with you on a porch the whole evening completely high and he didn’t even tell you his name? He quickly stops feeling bad for not telling you. Everybody should know him. He’s like the most famous person at Harvard and a football player. So he scuffs and says, “Ha, everyone knows me. Either you are lying or really dumber than I originally thought”

“I’m sorry that I don’t know every preppy frat boy. While you try to get every girl to fuck you and spent most days partying. I learn, so don’t tell me im dumb.”

Lloyd moves closer again with a scowl on his face “I don’t try to get every girl to fuck me, Sunshine. Every girl tries to get me to fuck them” he smirks “that’s different”.

You roll your eyes at him. “Sorry I didn’t indented to strike your ego”.

“You didn’t. I don’t listen to what a little girl is saying”

The air turns colder, and the clouds turned even darker. It’s going to rain any minute now. Lloyd sees how you look at the sky before he says, “let’s walk somewhere where we won’t look like a fucking wet dog in a second”. He surprises himself with saying that. Ok yes, normally he would’ve walked somewhere, so he doesn’t get wet either way, but not tell the other person to come with him. The devil on his shoulder starts to get annoyed with his behavior.

You nod and you both walk towards somewhere under roofed. The first raindrops begin to fall down. Both of you start walking faster towards the school library. Lloyd doesn’t seem to like the idea of going inside a stupid library, but otherwise it’s the nearest under roofed place and not many people will be there. No one will see him there with you.

As you both walk in, you get greeted with a warm wave and the smell of dark wood and paper. It’s quiet and so far you can tell no one else is here.

Lloyd makes and grimace as he takes in the place. To him it really looks like a circus for nerds. Hundreds of books, many different kinds and all of them are fucking boring. Why would people willingly spend time here. He turns towards you as you rip the canvas out of his hands.

“Thank you for carrying my canvas”, you say, giving him a warm smile, and Lloyd feels his heart melt. You look so cute with your slightly entangled hair du to the wind, small raindrops on your forehead, your shining eyes and thin mint colored cardigan.

“Your welcome, Sunshine”

Both of you walk to a small corner of the library. Lloyd wants to because he doesn’t want to be seen and you just follow him. He’s leaning against the bookshelves while you are sitting at a study table. The library is filled with the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

Lloyd is the first one to say something, “You are weird”.

Your eyes go wide, “huh?”.

“You are fucking weird”

“Why?”

“Because-“ Lloyd thinks for a second “you paint”

“And that’s why im weird?” you say, confused.

Why did he have to start this conversation? Lloyd thinks to himself. He could’ve just said something like ‘I love my dick’ or ‘I destroyed everyone is baseball’, but no, he had to say that. Great job.

You tilt your head when you hear nothing, and Lloyd lets out a snarl. His face is ridiculous. He's watching you like a predator watches its prey. He's standing there, utterly motionless, his body tensed as if ready to strike.

He throws up his hands, “can’t you just shut up for ones?”, his tone shows annoyance.

Your eyebrows furry and you softly hold up your hands a bit “alright, calm down”.

His piercing eyes stare into yours with a cold, calculating intensity and you knew that you had to handle this carefully. You don’t understand how someone can have such sensitive impulse problems. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second.

The air is thick and neither of you says anything. Both of you are sitting in silence for quiet awhile. The silence gets broken when you take out some papers from your bag, and Lloyd’s cold gaze slowly falls into confusion and curiosity.

You grab a paper and start folding it. Each fold sits perfectly. He watches you as you continue to fold the paper. Lloyd would never say it, but he really, really wants to know what you are doing. After a minute, you are done. In your hand, a little paper bunny.

“Origami, really?” Lloyd asks, raising a brow.

You nod your head as you get out another paper “yes”. It’s silent again, the only sound coming from you folding the paper.

After your fifth origami, Lloyd moves from his place again the bookshelves and walks towards the table you are sitting on and takes a place next to you. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a piece of paper and starts folding it.

Your eyes move away from your own paper towards his face and then his own paper. His origami is so far fantastic. A smile slowly forms on your face. “You can do origami”, you state.

He lets out a scoff. “Oh, really”, he says sarcastically, “nice to see that your eyes are working”.

“That was a compliment, Moonlight. You origami is really good”

A blush creeps up on his face as you said that. You just gave him a compliment, a really nice one too. Obviously, he gets compliments a lot for his baseball skills, his looks, his dick, his skills in sinful acts. But this is somehow different. He doesn’t know why though. Also, you said this stupid lovely nickname again. Lloyd hates it obviously………a lot…… .

He quickly coughs and tries to hide his red face somehow. “Uhm, I uh ok…I know im good”.

You shoot him another smile before focusing back on your origami, which makes you unable to notice how Lloyd turned his attention now towards you. He doesn’t watch your hands folding the paper though, no; he stares at your face. Like the night you met when you sketched him, you frown again when you get into details. Lloyd is almost 100% sure that you don’t even know that you frown when you concentrate on the details. He quickly looks back again when you lift your head a bit.

Both of you are folding origami in silence.

“Its Lloyd” Lloyd breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you ask, turning your head.

“My name”, he says, “my name is Lloyd Hansen”. His eyes move to yours.

“Lloyd” you try out his name, with a smile “It fits”.

A chuckle leaves Lloyd’s mouth. “Well thank you”. He doesn’t even realize that he just said thank you or that he is showing some sort of kindness.

You tilt your head, “I prefer Moonlight though”, you say with a teasing look.

He gives you an almost playful glare “Oh, sunshine. Be honest, you are just too dumb to remember my name. Is Alzheimer already kicking in?”.

You return the playful glare and say, “No, maybe by you. You are overall already wearing grandpa clothes”, you point to his clothes.

“Excuse me”, he hold a hand to his chest, “in what world is a polo shirt grandpa clothes?”

“In a world where old people are playing golf, but actually just because they want to see young girls in short skirts. Rich old man who are looking for someone that gets their wrinkly not working old dicks up”.

He looks at you maybe because your beautiful lips just lead out such mature words or because you compared his dick to an old mans disgusting dick. Either way, he’s speechless.

“I’m just kidding”, you say and continue to fold. Surprisingly, Lloyd doesn’t say anything.

Time flies fast. Both of you are now about two hours in this library, folding origamis, filling the whole table. While you did a bunch of flowers origami’s, Lloyd did butterflies. A bunch of cute little butterflies.

In those two hours, neither of you said a word let alone opened their mouth.

Lloyd finishes another butterfly and moves to grab another paper but only comes in contact with the surface of the table. He looks and sees that you both ran out of papers. Lloyd would never admit it, but he’s actually pretty sad that he cant fold anymore origami’s. If no one including were around, he would probably grab a book and rip some pages out, but that would mean that he wants to fold some more origami’s and he was obviously just folding them before just because be was bored and not because he was actually enjoying it…duh.

You notice it too, “I guess that’s it” you turn to look at your guys origami work “that’s quite much”.

“What are you fucking smiling at, Sunshine” Lloyd says as a smile breaks out on your face. His eyes don’t show coldness.

“I like your butterflies” you point to his work “they are cute”.

He tries desperately to hide the blush that is about to take over his whole face. No one ever said something like at to him, ok, to something he did. A thank you would be the right thing to say.

“Better than your trash”

Great job.

“Moonlight”, you begin, making him let out a sigh, “don’t say that. I did a bunch of different origami’s. You just did the same one over and over again for two whole hours”.

“Ok ok, yours look pretty good too…but mine still look better”. How deep did he fall to actually say something like that? He already said thank you today and now also some form of sorry. The devil on Lloyd’s shoulder is furious, but for the first time, the angel on his shoulder is smiling. For the very first time.

“Thank you, Moonlight” you say, your face shows true thankfulness “here’s something for you for being that nice” you say and give him a piece of paper.

Lloyd chuckles and goes for folding it, but stops when he looks at the piece of paper. It’s not just a piece of paper, it’s the sketch. The sketch you did on the night you both lay on the. He suddenly feels like it’s that night again where it was just you and him alone, together. His face starts to glow and a soft smile appears on his face, and not because he’s looking at a hot sketch of himself, but because it’s you. It’s you who did it for him. It’s you who spend the night laying on the floor with him, who sacrificed her cardigan so he would even sit on the floor, who shared brownies with him, who was nice even though he was his typical asshole self.

Who he almost kissed.

“Turn it around”, you say softly.

Lloyd turns the paper and in the right corner he sees why you wanted him to do it around. In a soft handwriting it says:

To my Vincent ven Google

“I didn’t knew your name and uhm”, you stutter a bit “I just thought that would fit because uhm you know-”. You stop talking when Lloyd grape your hand and kisses it.

“Thank you, Sunshine”, he whispers and lets your hand immediately go after it.

Lloyd looks at you softly. The soft yellow light of the library shining at your face and making it look like porcelain, but also soft. Lloyd wants nothing more than to caress your cheek. To touch you. To feel you. Not in the sexual way, though. In a way he can’t describe.

He doesn’t know why he feels the way he feels around you. It’s like around him is always some darkness, keeping him locked in a cocoon, locked from the light. That’s until you came and manage to break a part of his cell. It’s like he finally sees the sunlight, and it’s so warm. It’s like nothing he ever felt before. The warmness is going through him like deadly radiation, but somehow he doesn’t feel like he’s going to die. He feels like he’s going to live, which is weird because he’s already alive. His body is alive, he can run, jump, fight and every other physical activity. Now it’s though, like his heart is alive. Like before it was just an empty thing in his chest with no true benefit, but now its beating, its moving fast and loud.

Not only his heart became alive and making him feel something he never felt before, but he’s also feeling some kind of warmness down there. Not his dick. He’s feeling warmness in his stomach, which sound even weirder than the stuff before that. It’s not just warmness. It’s like a warm sunshine is dancing in there, letting him feel a complete new kind of emotion. He doesn’t hate it though, no. He likes it. He likes these new feelings. He likes the warmness he’s feeling.

Lloyd moves closer to you, your shoulder touching. He can smell your soft flower perfume. Well, he doesn’t even know if it’s a perfume or if it’s really just how you smell. He likes it either way. You too can smell his cologne. It still smells fucking expensive.

Neither of you saying something or looking at the other. You both stare forward. The feeling in Lloyd’s chest and stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and not only by him.

You feel it too. This feeling. It’s a bit different from Lloyd’s though. It’s more like you’re lost in a desert, no clouds coating the skin, nothing except the ocean of sand. You’re drowning in this ocean alone, helpless. Until darkness encases the hot sunshine and pulls you out of the ocean. It’s cold and dark, but safe. Instead of being scary, it’s like a night light. Trillion little lights shining in the dark, each telling a story, a secret behind the darkness of their outer appearance. Then there’s the sun of the darkness, the sister of the warm sun. A cold sun. The light of the moon is peaceful and quiet instead of the loud shine of the sun.

For the first time, your heart is not overheating. It’s not beating like it’s on fire. It’s calm. Like a layer of light encased it. Not a warm light, a dark peaceful light. Like the moonshine is wrapping itself around the flame like a glass to extinguish the flame.

You feel like the moonshine is dancing inside your stomach. Like a million shooting stars are flying in the beautiful darkness.

Your hands move closer until they touch, both of your hearts beating faster and the dancing in your stomach grows. Lloyd pinkie moves onto your hand and wraps around yours, intertwining your pinkies. Your pinkie pulls his closer, making him blush and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.

He moves his other hand towards your face and softly grabs your cheek and turns your head towards his. Now it’s your turn to blush. Lloyd looks at your lips before he moves his eyes to look into your shining eyes. He swears that the sunshine is his stomach is now rocking the dance floor as your hand that is not intertwined with his pinkie moves to the space between his shoulder and neck. Lloyd feels your warm fingers come in contact with his cold skin. You now move your gaze to his lips too, and Lloyd sees that as the final consent to do his next move.

He slowly pulls your face closer and closer. He needs to kiss you.

The night you both met you told him that he should sometimes use a chapsticks for his ‘crusty’ lips and he declined and said that’s not for men. He secretly used them, and his lips never felt softer before. It’s not like he’s scared that you will say that his lips are crusty when he kisses you. Ok, he is, but the chances are slim thanks to the chapsticks.

You both start to lean and close your eyes, only a millimeter, till your lips finally touch.

Your lips meet.

At least that’s what Lloyd hoped for, but a loud noise broke what was supposed to be your guys first kiss in the last second.

A growl leaves Lloyd’s mouth. He was so close to kissing you. SO CLOSE. He stops his inner tantrum when he listens to the noise and jumps up from the table.

“LLOYD, where the fuck are you?” Denny screams, giving zero fuck about the students who try to study. “Do you see him?” he asks the rest of the football team.

You both were so concentrated on your origami’s that you didn’t even realize that it stopped raining, and Lloyd’s frat bros aka. Team members looked for him. He doesn’t know why really, because normally they leave him be. When he’s not training, partying or having a game, he is fucking.

Lloyd needs to get out NOW. They can’t see him here, not in a library, not in a library….with you. He turns to you for a second and sees you looking at him with a neutral expression. Lloyd immediately looks away and just as he is about to sneak around the corner to the door to get outside with none of his bros noticing him, he slightly turns his head not turning to look at you though, and says “goodbye, Sunshine”.

Then he flees.

Not a minute later Carmichael walks by and looks at you with his dark eyes, which show no emotions, before he continues his search.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Water Under The Bridge: Part 1

The news of your father’s death after a stint in the hospital wasn’t a surprise to you any more than the suspicion that someone had a hand in it. Your father’s affairs had made him a number of enemies and friends turned vile who could have ended him.

You had been across the country for school, tucked away in the back corner of a dive bar to focus on your schoolwork instead of in the library when you found out. You had received a call from your mother a week earlier informing you that your dad was sick, but it was Val finding you in that dive bar that confirmed it.

Val was a man who worked for your father, a longtime associate who had been around since you were born. He was tall and lithe but toned, with intense brown eyes that were infused with honey, drawing attention to his high cheekbones and firm jaw.

His thick silvering hair was always coiffed back out of his face and as far as you’d remembered he had a thick beard that was always well taken care of.

He was a man you’d known all your life and yet you had never heard him raise his voice in your presence, let alone inflict anger upon you. Val was meant to act as an uncle toward you, someone who’d kept you out of danger all your life.

Val was more of a father to you than your father was, he was highly dependable and trustworthy. He’d given you some of the best advice you’d ever needed, even if you hadn’t asked for it.

“You need to listen to me,” Val had warned you in that dive bar and again when you showed up to attend your father’s funeral, “there’s going to be a shift in power. Cade and your mother are in a place where they could inherit millions, but there are inhibitions in place.”

“Val,” you’d known what he was speaking about, you’d known that there was an inheritance set aside for you by your grandfather that your brother wanted, “my dad promised me I wouldn’t have to go back. He promised me that I could stay away-“

“He’s coming for you, Y/N.” Val had given you another warning, gripping your arm when you wanted to walk away. “The man whose name has to keep being removed from your arm, your father started this process because he didn’t want him to find you-“

“Lloyd Hansen.” You spoke his name, searching Val’s eyes for some glimmer of truth about the man who was meant to be your soulmate. “I’ve never even heard of him.”

“You wouldn’t have. He might as well have been a phantom to you. But he’s coming. He’s coming for you and he’s coming for the legacy your father left behind.” Val had given you a warning along with the obituary belonging to your father.

The card stock was a precursor to what would be handed out at the funeral. It contained a picture of your father, mother and brother on the front but not you. Your father was smiling while wearing a black and silk-lined suit with a blood-red tie that looked real enough to touch.

It had his name scrawled beneath the picture along with the date of his birth and death, the macabre fact was doctored. You didn’t need to open the obituary to know what was contained inside, the mantras printed on the thick card were as doctored as the man’s life. And your own.

“He promised me I didn’t have to come back, but would it be better to suffer my mother’s wrath for not coming back?” You spoke to the mirror, your eyes locking on Val’s eyes through the reflective surface.

“Even if you knew that he was trying to find you?” Val spoke of the phantom Lloyd Hansen in such a way that both elicited a shiver and made you more curious about the man who was a myth and legend.

“Was my father protecting me from him?” You lifted the sleeve of your black dress, the place where Lloyd Hansen’s name would have been and yet it was deridingly blank.

You had gone through painful treatment after treatment, over and over again to remove the man’s name. You had never even heard of him, just his name and his name alone.

“Or was he just trying to inflict more control?” Your father let you leave, he let you out of the legacy he had built.

You didn’t want any part of the world your father built, you didn’t care if you had to work two or three jobs to put yourself through university. You wanted no part in your father’s business and yet it had seemed as if you were going to be dragged back in again. Against your will and without merit, you were going to suffer, even momentarily, at the hands of your mother and brother.

You saw them standing near the front of the ballroom-turned-funeral parlour. Cade was standing next to your mother, her sleek black Dior dress was immaculate and not a single seam was out of place.

It was sleeveless and yet she wore gloves up to her elbows with a matching birdcage hat upon her head. Cade was dressed just as sharp in a black Tom Ford suit, neither one was shedding a tear for your father as his casket lay closed at the front of the room.

You stayed toward the back, your much simpler black dress wasn’t even a single percent of the cost of your mother’s and it wasn’t nearly as dramatic. Your dress was tea-length and only the bodice was fitted, it was an off-rack dress that you’d dug from the back of your closet and spruced up with a fresh wash.

You didn’t bother with anything extravagant, you were hoping to dash out before you had to see your mother.

And yet…

“Lloyd Hansen is here.” Val had stood between you and the man you had come to realize was your soulmate by name alone, and with the announcement had come to a steady hand on your upper back.

“I trust you, Val. You’re more of a father than my own.” You whispered to him quietly, slowly turning your head to get a look at the man who was here, apparently for you.

“He doesn’t look like much-“ you had admitted to yourself when you leaned toward and caught his gaze, your eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed.

He was tall, clearly even taller than Val, with the sides of his head shaved in a buzz cut and the only length coming from the top. His lips were plump and a thick moustache hung above his top lip.

“Lloyd Hansen is a sadistic and vengeful brute.” You wanted to laugh at the words Val used to describe the other man, but instead, a shiver run down your spine.

Val was one of the toughest men you’d ever known, he was a formidable figure in your life and if he was apprehensive of Lloyd Hansen then it had surely made you quake.

You took a second look at him, leaning forward to watch the man who was just as finely dressed as the rest. He wore no tux but a tight-fitting black shirt and a matching jacket that was snug around his broad shoulders. He wore well-fitting black slacks that accentuated his powerful and lengthy legs, that aesthetic continued to his Italian crafted shoes.

“He’s coming for you,” Val had warned again, speaking as you continued to look at Lloyd, “you can’t run.”

“Yes, I can.” You denied Val’s statement and as if Lloyd had heard you, he looked your way and cast his iridescent blue eyes upon you.

A smile that wasn’t at all friendly, or warm, had crossed his face and he raised his curled hand with only his index finger straightened, and pressed it against his lips. He was looking at you victoriously, almost as if he already owned your mind, body and soul.

“Not from Hansen,” Val spoke again, breaking the hold Lloyd had on you. “No one runs from Hansen.”

You noticed it then, the men that were stationed at the exits with their hands folded in front of them and their chins tipped. They were unrecognizable to you, and you had innately known that they worked for Lloyd. Val was truly giving you a warning, a heads up for the inevitable to pass.

Lloyd Hansen knew you would be here, he knew you would come back to spit on your father’s grave. But it had made you wonder…it made you question whether he was going to size you up or whether he was going to make a move?

Surely if he knew where you were and who you were, he would’ve waited until you were back on campus before he attempted to grab you.

“My father promised I didn’t have to come back here.” You repeated yourself as the crowd sat for the funeral, you taking your place next to Val.

You wiped your hands down the front of your dress and reminded yourself to breathe even and deeply. You reminded yourself to keep a cool head and not think about the man you had been cursed to, the man who you had been avoiding since your father made you start removing his name from your flesh.

“Your father made you get rid of Hansen’s name on your arm for selfish reasons. He made you rid yourself of it because your father was not only afraid of Lloyd but because he wanted to use you.” Val whispered, giving you as much of a rundown as he possibly could.

“Am I going to die?” You asked Val, casting your eyes upon him with wavering emotion and a real brush of fear. “Val, be honest-“

“If anyone were to kill you,” in a fatherly gesture he had brushed your hair behind your ear to calm you, “it would be your brother or your mother.”

“With my father gone, and granddaddy-“ you felt eyes on you, Lloyd’s penetrating gaze fixated on you and Val.

“Cade is set to inherit it all if he gets rid of you. Your grandfather stipulated that it goes to your father, as long as your father gives it to you.” Val shifted in his seat, rising to his full height and angling himself between you and Lloyd.

“Hansen is a sadistic fucker, but between him and Cade-“ Val was trying to protect you, he was attempting to shield you from the harshness of the world around you.

He knew you wanted to go to university, he knew you wanted to make a name for yourself away from the clutch of your family and he knew that to make sure you had a leg up on your future, you knew what to expect.

“Val tell me the truth.” You begged him, pleaded with him.

“Your mother is going to take you back to the house. She’s going to make you believe she wants to mend bridges and then she is going to give you up to Hansen.” Val had spoken under his breath, paying no mind to the empty words of your father’s funeral and rather taking the opportunity to prepare you.

“I can’t run, but he’ll let me go?” You hummed, curious about the path Lloyd Hansen was going to take.

“He is going to destroy everything your mother and brother have. He is going to make them pay for fucking with him and his soulmate. Your mother seems to think Lloyd will leave her alone if she gives you up. She seems to think you’re too stupid to suspect anything.”

“She’s selling me? She’s selling me to him?” You had always known your mother hated you, you’d always known that her relationship with you was nothing more than a ruse to make herself look better in others’ eyes, but to be so low?

“You are going to survive this. You are going to come out of this stronger and more capable of functioning in this world than your entire family ever could.”

“Will he kill me?”

“Hansen won’t kill you. He’ll kill for you.”

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[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. 

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“You mad at me, Princess?” Lloyd coos.

You scowl, turning your head away as he tries to kiss your neck. He reaches for your hand, but you yank it out and flip to the other side of the bed before he gets the chance.

“Oh, so you’re really mad at me tonight.”

He sighs, pushing aside the covers and moving closer to you. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it softly in hopes of you breaking your silence.

“Just let me help you.” His tone is gentle, understanding that getting upset wouldn’t make your little attitude disappear.

“Just leave me alone,” you mutter.

“Baby…you can talk to me. I know—"

His presence and proximity begin to overwhelm you, and quickly you find yourself verbally lashing out. “I said. Leave. Me. Alone.”

His movements stop and quickly you feel a dip in the bed as he slides his sweatpants back on and exits the room without another word. Your heart drops but your pride keeps you in place, huffing as the bedroom door shuts, leaving you alone with his lingering scent.

Tears spring from your eyes as you try your best to push the thoughts away.

He doesn’t actually want you. He’s gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time. He’ll find someone prettier, less needy. For fucks sake he’s Lloyd Hansen, why would he settle down with you of all people?

You constantly battled with insecurity, anxious that the love you have for others would never truly be reciprocated.

Lloyd would do anything for you, yet you’re laying here, scared that one day he’d get up and leave and never return.

And it only worsened when he was away for work, just you alone in this big house, painting and waiting like Rapunzel trapped in her tower.

As time passed you grew frantic. You latched onto his pillow, inhaling his scent until you grew dizzy.

A soft knock sounds on the door and unknowingly you release a heavy sigh of relief. He came back.

“Princess? I got you something.”

The door swings open, revealing a tin of your favorite cookies from the bakery near town, held tightly within his hands.

“They didn’t have milk chocolate so I got fudge. I hope that’s o—"

His face drops once he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re hiccuping, sniffling into your shirtsleeve with pure guilt. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Lloyd drops the cookies onto the dresser, racing to your side. “I hate seeing you like this, Princess. Just tell me what’s wrong and I swear I’ll do everything in my power to mend it.”

You hiccup. “It’s hard.”

“What’s hard, baby?”

“Being without you for so long. Waiting. I— I can’t stop thinking the worst. What if this isn’t the life you want? What if I’m not the life you want?”

He frowns, his eyebrows furrowed because Lloyd can’t possibly imagine a life where you weren’t his sweet girl. His Princess. “I’ll always want you,” he assures.

Lloyd presses his forehead against yours. His steady breath tickles your nose, his lips parted to speak. “Being away from you is the hardest part of my job. I’ll be bruised and bloody, a gun aimed at someone’s forehead and yet, the only thing on my mind is you. Always just wanna get home to you.”

You sob into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck as you release a floodgate of emotions.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I know I’m being stupid. I know you love me. It’s just…sometimes I get scared.”

“Hey, shh. It’s okay, pretty girl. I know it gets hard for you. Don’t ever feel guilty for feeling emotions. Just talk to me next time and we can work through it together. Okay?”

You nod, your eyes glazed and wide as you finally look at his piercing gaze. “Okay.”

Lloyd grins as he pushes himself off the ground, pressing his soft lips against yours. You groan as he grows rougher, his body joining you beneath the tangled mess of sheets.

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

The Mobster’s Wife

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus size reader

a/n: hey cuties, this is my first time writing a Mob AU so I really hope you all like it. Please read the warnings before moving forward.

warnings: 18+ Minors Dni Mob AU, mentions of being a mobster and implied themes, no graphic details, angst, arranged marriage, crying, reader has body insecurities, implied body shaming (not from Lloyd), cooking and eating mentioned, doubts of infidelity (but nothing really), overthinking, fluff, soft moments, kissing, mention of sex but nothing happens, flirting. Let me know if I missed anything.

words: 5.3k

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-> Next Chapter ; Drabbles ; Asks

Some say you are happiest on the day you become a bride.

In your case, you didn’t even know what to feel. A cloud of confusion wrapped you up when you walked down the aisle. All eyes on you, judging, measuring and probably calculating the outcome of this wedding.

Your eyes landed on the man you were destined to call your husband. His jaw sharp, beautiful blue eyes that had a sense of dominance in them, plump pink lips making a straight line, making it hard to read what might be going in his mind. But the feature that stood out most on his conventionally beautiful face, was a neatly trimmed moustache.

Everything was mechanical after that, the vows, the rings, the kiss, everything. Cheers and claps brought you out of the trance and it hit you suddenly that you were indeed married at that point. You were Mrs. Hansen.

Dinner involved loud toasts and speeches, mainly with the intention of impressing your husband. Everyone wanted to be in his good books, and why wouldn’t they? Lloyd Hansen was one of the most powerful and influential mobsters of the city. And the man lived up to his image.

Even though everything was so loud around you, you didn’t miss the absolute silence that surrounded your husband and you. And that silence continued when you found yourself in front of your new house, a massive one.

Being the daughter of a mobster, you were not unfamiliar with luxury and riches, sure you tried to stay away from all of it as much as possible because you didn’t want to be a part of the mobster life, in fact you wanted to get out of the city, the country if it was possible and live an independent life, away from it all.

But life had other plans, or rather your family. You hardly knew the man you got married to. His house spoke a lot about him, you realised as you walked inside his grand home. Dark hues all around, had a gorgeous glow, minimalistic and fashionable, a lot like the man who was walking beside you. The silence still there.

It was only broken when his men entered, they exchanged a few words, your focus on taking in the interiors of your new home.

When they left, your husband turned towards you, as if finally seeing you. The more his sharp gaze took you in, the more insecure you felt about yourself. You wrapped your hands around your upper body and looked down, but his gaze didn’t leave you yet. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. The heat was gone in a moment as a cold voice reached your ears.

“Your room is upstairs, you can decorate it however you want to.” Lloyd spoke, his first words to you “My room is downstairs and I like my privacy. I don’t expect much from you but there are certain rules you must follow. There are areas in this house which are off limits. The rest you are free to explore unless I tell you not to, in case I have some important meeting here. Don’t go out of the house without informing me. I’ll arrange a car for you.”

There was complete lack of emotions behind his voice as he went on with the rules.

“I expect you the follow the rules, another thing I expect from you, but won’t demand, is for you to cook for me.” And with that Lloyd left you behind making his way upstairs. When he saw you weren’t following him, he stood in his place and sighed.

“Do I have to invite you? I’m showing you your room, hurry up I don’t have all the time in the world.” Lloyd didn’t try to hide his irritation.

So that was how your married life was supposed to be. Sure it was an arranged marriage, you weren’t expecting love. And you knew from what you had heard about Lloyd that he wasn’t exactly a soft man. You wondered what this marriage had in store for you, as you went up the stairs.

With a huff, Lloyd opened the door of your room. You both went inside. A big but dull room, not like the rest of the house you saw. Perhaps a guest room?

“This will be your room from now on. No one will disturb you here. If you want to buy something for your room, or something for yourself go ahead. here keep this card.” Lloyd gave you a credit card. You were still in a haze about everything. Was this how mob marriages were supposed to be?

Before the wedding one of your main concerns was to share a room and a bed with a stranger. At least that won’t be a problem. But you didn’t feel relieved at all, a pit of doubt formed in your stomach. Was this all happening because of your appearance? He must had known how you looked before agreeing to the marriage right? Or maybe you were overthinking and this was just how most of these marriages were. Mobsters had the image of being with many women. Perhaps Lloyd was one of them.

All you could do was nod to let your husband know you had understood everything. With that Lloyd left your room. As the door shut, a little harshly maybe, all the negative thoughts came rushing to you, and it didn’t help when you ventured in front of the mirror and saw yourself in your wedding dress. Alone, on your wedding night.

You used to have some insecurities about your body but you had tried your best to overcome them and you were definitely in a much better place. That was before you were left alone in that big room, on your wedding night.

It was difficult to explain, because not that you were eager to be sleeping with a stranger, a mobster, the worst ideas about what he might do to you and your body had already flashed in front of your eyes many times before the wedding. Mob families were full of misogyny, hence there was an unspoken, actually sometimes directly spoken rule of pleasing the husbands, and always doing what they said. You were nervous and scared about your wedding night, but even with those multiple thoughts, being left alone somehow didn’t cross your mind. Did Lloyd leave because he didn’t like the way you looked? Did he leave because he wasn’t at all attracted to you?

Lloyd didn’t even talk to you properly, or ask anything about you. Just informed you what he wanted to and left. You hardly knew him but you sure wanted to learn more about the man you were supposed to spend your life with, unfortunately or fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with Lloyd.

Your luggage was already there in your room and you changed into something comfortable. The bed was big, and soft. You lied down and covered up yourself with a blanket. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Tried your best to fall in slumber. And you did, eventually after some turning and tossing.

The next morning you woke up and got ready for the day. You made your way down towards the kitchen. All it took was a little exploring, and you found some ingredients and utensils to make a simple breakfast. You didn’t know what Lloyd liked so you decided to stick to classics. Toast, eggs, bacon and a fresh pot of coffee.

Soon you could hear footsteps towards the kitchen, and the confidence the footsteps had, made it clear, it was none other than the owner of the house. You looked at him, even in the morning he was well dressed, hair neatly gelled back.

“Morning” you wished Lloyd and in return got a nod. “I’ve made breakfast, didn’t know what you like-” you couldn’t finish before Lloyd made his way towards the dining table, and started reading a newspaper. Clearly not interested in listening to whatever you had to say.

You took a deep breath, and tried to deny the little pang you felt in your chest. Serving the breakfast on a plate, and pouring coffee in a cup, you took it to the table and placed it in front of your husband. His face was still behind the newspaper.

“I hope you like the food.” And finally the newspaper was out of the way and Lloyd looked straight into your eyes. His piercing gaze had quite an effect on you. No further words were exchanged.

Lloyd started eating and you joined him on the table with your food and coffee. You wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Lloyd’s focus was on the food, his phone chimed and his focus shifted towards his phone. You gave up and started eating.

He was soon done eating and with a quick ‘thank you’ he left you alone. Again.

And that became your routine for the next few days. You were alone most of the time, explored the house, the parts you were allowed to see of course, got acquainted with it. There was a Television in your room and you decided to binge watch something, to keep yourself distracted from other things.

The only time you weren’t alone was during breakfast and sometimes dinner, Lloyd generally accompanied you. He had informed you he was usually out during the day so no need to prepare lunch for him and that sometimes he would come home late so not to wait for him. You always prepared dinner for him though, when he was late you kept it in the fridge. Left a note there, to let him know.

One night, when Lloyd was late again, you decided to wait up. When he arrived it was quite late. You were sitting at the dining table, reading a book to stay up.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd’s deep voice made his presence known. You were quite invested in the book so you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“I’m- I was waiting for you to come home” Lloyd sighed and ran his fingers through his now slightly disheveled hair. “How was your day?” You asked bravely, hoping to get some response from him. Anything.

“I told you, you don’t have to stay up for me. You should have gone to bed.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to check on you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lloyd sighed again. “And to answer your question, I’m alive aren’t I? So you can get from that how my day was.” You gulped and looked down.

“I’ve made dinner.” You almost whispered.

“Yeah I can heat it and have it on my own, you don’t have to stay. You can go sleep.” Only if he understood that you wanted to stay.

Or maybe he did understand that, and that was why he wanted you to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with you. Not like Lloyd had not done or said anything to make you fee otherwise. The time you spent together felt obligatory or just to maintain decency. You wished him a good night and went back to your room.

There wasn’t much change in the following few weeks, except you stopped trying to make conversation with your husband. You did what you were supposed to and kept to yourself.

“I have a party to attend today” Lloyd spoke while you two were having breakfast. Why was he informing you suddenly? He hardly ever told you his plans for the day. Was he- was he inviting you to go with him? You got lost in your thoughts and Lloyd tried to figure what you might be thinking.

“You’re invited as well but you don’t have to go, I’m don’t think you’ll like the company.” Oh, it wasn’t an invitation. You nodded. Of course Lloyd didn’t want you there. Why would he? He would probably be embarrassed if he was seen with you. The man was quite attractive, gorgeous beautiful ladies were desperate for him. God they’d probably lick his wounds if he just spared them a glance. There was no way he would want to be seen with you.

You let out an ‘okay’ and focused on eating. Lloyd could sense something going on in your head but he didn’t know you enough and shouldn’t assume anything. As usual he was finished eating before you and he left the table with his usual ‘thank you’.

Sleep felt like a distant thought that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of Lloyd and what he might be doing in the party. Did he have a mistress, or many? Was that another reason he didn’t want you at the party, would she be there?

You desperately tried to remove those thoughts from your mind and think about positive things, but you didn’t find any. Eventually your mind got tired of thinking and let you sleep.

The next morning you had breakfast alone. No sign of Lloyd. Later you got a call from him.

“I’ll come home early today, I have a meeting in the evening. I’ll have some people over. And I don’t want you to come down tonight when the meeting takes place, understood? Stay in your room.” And as soon as he was done speaking he hung up the phone.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was evening. You had already prepared dinner so that you won’t have to go down later. Unfortunately you didn’t bring up any of that food to your room.

It was getting late and you were getting hungry. Maybe if you quickly grabbed some food it won’t be a problem. Besides, the meeting was taking place in the office, which was far away from the kitchen.

You silently went down and opened the door of the fridge, but before you could do anything, an angry, very angry Lloyd appeared behind you.

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions?”

You kept quiet, looked away.

“Answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’m sorry I just-“

“You’re sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I told you not to come down. It was a simple and clear instruction. Are you that dumb?”

And the angrier his tone got, the more you lost control of your emotions.

“I-“ You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Are you fucking crying right now? Is that supposed make me feel bad when you’re the one who didn’t follow instructions? You know what, I’m done talking to you. Go up to your room and cry all you want there. Just not in front of me. I have a meeting to get back to. I don’t have time-“ The tables turned, and it was Lloyd who couldn’t finish his sentence this time. You ran past him. Went up to your room as quickly you could and shut the door.

Lloyd sighed and went back to his meeting. You on the other hand cried your heart out. Everything piled up together and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. In that moment you truly realised how alone you were. You had no one, and your husband hated you.

When Lloyd’s meeting got over, he went to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door of the fridge to get his dinner, he realised there was another container of food, resembling the one kept for him.

Oh fuck. You must had come down to get your dinner. Lloyd closed the fridge and made his way up to your bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but his feet were moving on their own towards your room, before his mind could process much.

As he stood outside your room, he could hear your cries. Lloyd didn’t feel much for people, but something about you was breaking all his walls and he was nervous about it. He barely knew you. Lloyd didn’t trust people easily. That didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all to see you cry. To hurt you unintentionally. He was just trying to protect you from any kind of possible danger.

Lloyd realised that damage was already done and it would be better to give you space. That was how your husband always tried to make you feel comfortable, by giving you space. If he only knew it was having the exact opposite effect.

The next day you didn’t show up for breakfast. Lloyd found the kitchen empty as well as the dining table. He realised he had royally fucked up. Or maybe you were simply late? But you were never late.

Lloyd decided to wait for you. His day was comparatively less packed. An hour turned into two. Still there was no sign of you. With a deep sigh. Lloyd made his way up to your bedroom. He knocked on your door.

You woke up early in the morning after crying yourself to sleep last night. But you didn’t feel like leaving your room. You were still wrapped up in your blanket when you heard the knock on the door. Maybe Lloyd was angry because you didn’t make breakfast, but to be fair you didn’t really care about it at that moment. Dragging your feet towards the door, you opened it.

Your eyes were puffy due to crying. But you made sure not to drop a single drop of tear in front of your husband. No words came out of you, you didn’t have anything to say to be fair.

“You should get something to eat.” Lloyd managed to speak out, his voice had no anger. A little concern maybe but you were too upset to notice.

“I don’t feel like eating”

“But you-“ Lloyd cleared his throat “you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday” A humourless chuckle left your mouth.

“That doesn’t concern you does it? It’s not like you care.”

“Doesn’t matter if I care or not” Lloyd replied.

“You don’t care, just admit you don’t. Admit that you are embarrassed by me and that’s why you didn’t want anyone to see me. That’s why you were so adamant about me not going down wasn’t it? You are ashamed of me.” Your voice was slowly getting louder.

“You think I asked you to stay in your room because I’m ashamed of you? The people who were attending the meeting were dangerous people, bad people, I wanted you to stay here so that you were safe. I was trying to protect you.”

“Really? Everyone is afraid of you, what possibly could those people have done?”

“Well I’m not going to justify my decisions. It’s my responsibility to protect you and that’s what I was doing.”

“Fine, even if that was the case yesterday, what about the day before, when you didn’t want me to go to that party, huh? You even said I was invited, still didn’t take me with you, why? I’ll tell you, it’s because you are ashamed of me.”

“The only reason I didn’t take you with me is because I have heard you don’t like the mob world. I thought this marriage is already a burden for you and that I shouldn’t trouble you more by making you attend these parties.” Lloyd spoke loudly but only to make his point. But he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for making you feel that he might be ashamed of you. That wasn’t the case at all. Lloyd knew this marriage was just a deal, between two Mob families. Of course it wasn’t an ideal marriage, and whatever he had heard about you, from his different sources, was that you didn’t want to belong in this world of violence, but unfortunately you got married into it. So giving you space felt like he was doing you a favour.

Lloyd wasn’t always proud of everything he did but he knew it was necessary. That made him believe the less you knew about him, the less you would dislike him. He didn’t want his wife to dislike him, or worse, be scared of him. Hence pushing you away seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.

But in that moment, Lloyd realised keeping you at distance had a reverse effect than what he had intended.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t realise you felt like that.” You kept quiet, still looking away “Hey look at me.” And you did.

“There is actually another party tonight, I wasn’t gonna go anyway, but if you want to, we can both go together.” You weren’t really in the mood to attend a party, but if it was just crumbs you were gonna get as hopes of spending time with your husband, then you were gonna take them.

“Alright. We can go together.” Came your reply, and Lloyd gave you a nod.

“Let’s have breakfast now come on.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” You asked and he shook his head.

“What do you wanna eat?“ You asked.

“I was thinking about cooking today. Do you like pesto eggs?”

For the first time in your married life, you didn’t feel that distant to your husband. It wasn’t like you both talked a lot, hardly in fact, still it felt like the air around you was a little more relaxed than usual.

The pesto eggs Lloyd made were truly very delicious.

“This is so good.” You commented without looking up from your plate. Lloyd smiled.

Your husband had some work to do, he went to complete them in his home office, while you decided to do something about your current cried out appearance. You were nervous about what to wear for the party.

Finally settled on a long black dress that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, just the perfect fit, most importantly one that looked pretty good, and made you feel comfortable.

When Lloyd saw you in that dress it was very hard for him to not keep staring at you. You always looked so cute but tonight, wow.

“You look nice.” You weren’t used to many compliments. And thus you didn’t really know how to respond to them and decided to stick with the classic response, ‘thank you’

“You look nice too.” It was true, actually Lloyd always looked so handsome. You would be lying if you said you haven’t stared at him from time to time when he wasn’t looking.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent. Both of you stole glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. One time you caught Lloyd looking at you and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. Before getting out of the car Lloyd finally broke the silence.

“As I had said earlier, these people might not be the best company for you, but since we are here, let’s try to have a good time. But if something happens, if you feel uncomfortable or even boring, just let me know and we’ll leave. Alright?” You nodded as a smile appeared on your face. Maybe he did care about you.

The party was truly nothing you had ever seen or experienced. Mobsters, rich businessmen, influential people everywhere, not to forget the gorgeous women adding to the grandeur of the party. And the air carried a distinct smell of alcohol mixed with hints of danger.

It was all kind of overwhelming, and something about the party wasn’t sitting right with you, maybe simply because it was all new to you, and also because Lloyd rightly said those people weren’t definitely your ideal company.

Lloyd introduced you to some people before excusing himself when he was called by others. You tried roaming around but the way most people looked you up and down, scanning, wondering how you were chosen as the lucky one to be Lloyd Hansen’s wife made you feel uneasy.

You tried to ignore the whispers and poorly covered laughs, you even heard things like ‘her father must be very influential and rich if Lloyd married someone like her’ and ‘of course this marriage is nothing but a deal, look at them, they don’t fit together’

Their words finally got to you when your eyes began to moisten. You made your way towards the bar, but there were too many people present. Who were you kidding when you thought you can belong in this world? Most of those people were either too heartless, too misogynistic or too full of themselves. Definitely not your type of crowd. Those people only understood money and power.

Your eyes automatically started scanning for Lloyd. You didn’t have to look much, as the man appeared right beside you.

“What’s wrong?” His question made you look away to wipe off any sign of tears, his words still fresh in your mind which had made you decide never to cry in front of him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. Did someone say anything to you?” His voice a mixture of concern and anger, anger which you could feel wasn’t directed towards you.

You shook your head. Technically it wasn’t a lie, no one said anything directly to you. Lloyd didn’t push you more on that topic. The way you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your hands made it quite evident that no matter what happened, you didn’t feel comfortable in that atmosphere.

“We’re leaving, come on. This party is too boring anyway.”

The ride back home was almost nerve wracking. Would Lloyd be angry at you? He did say you probably won’t like the party but you still wanted to go. And now you’re leaving quite early. Although Lloyd hadn’t shown any signs of anger towards you, the slight tick in his jaw made you feel worried.

As soon as you were home, you decided it’s best to get to the point and apologise before things could go wrong any further.

“I’m sorry.” Your random apology caught Lloyd off guard.

“Huh? What are you apologising for?” His question made you question yourself. Exactly, why were you? Except the part that you didn’t take Lloyd’s suggestion and still went to the party, you didn’t exactly do anything wrong, did you?

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry to disappoint you I guess.”

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Lloyd took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, answer me honestly, why did you want to go to that party? It was clear you didn’t feel comfortable there, and that those assholes aren’t exactly your ideal type of people. You have grown up in a mob family, I’m sure you know how those people can get, and I’m also sure you are not like them. So why?” You gulped. Lloyd definitely knew more about you than you expected, or he very quickly had understood a lot about you.

“I get so alone in the house. I didn’t want to feel so lonely, I wanted to spend time with you.” You answered without beating around the bush. Not that it didn’t make you extremely nervous to say those words. A smile, no a smirk appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“Hmm so my pretty wife wanted attention from me? If that was the case you could have just asked for it” Lloyd came closer to you with each word. But then the playfulness of his tone shifted to something more caring “Did I actually make you feel so alone?” You nodded

“Truth be told, I felt giving you space was what you needed. I know it’s not easy giving up your life and start living with a stranger, that to with a mobster. It felt like the less you know about me the better it would be. But now, I guess it wasn’t such a good idea.” Lloyd confessed and gently held your hand. “I’ll try to do better from now on.”

“Lloyd, you know, I thought you kept your distance from me because of the way I look, many people have implied I’m not beautiful before, so I got used to it. And when you didn’t interact much with me, even though I tried, I thought that was the case.“

“Who told you you’re not beautiful? Did someone insult you? Give me names, you know I can-“ Your chuckle stopped him mid-speech. You couldn’t help it, you liked the way he suddenly got all protective over you.

“Listen, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you have the most beautiful heart. Far too beautiful for an asshole like me.”

In that moment, he didn’t feel like Mobster Lloyd, but just your husband.

“Now coming back to the part where you wanted my attention,” Lloyd teased and you couldn’t help they way you felt warm. Your husband had a smirk on his face as he took in your form.

“How about you go get changed and come to my room?” A soft gasp escaped your lips on hearing that. Lloyd chuckled.

“Don’t worry I’m just inviting you to my room, not asking to have sex with you,” he paused and leaned closer to your ear “Unless you want to.” Shivers ran down your body, because of the proximity and his words. Involuntarily you bit your lip and tried to form a reply.

“No, um- not yet. I don’t even know you properly.”

“Well you don’t need to know someone to have sex with them wifey, hope you know that, hm?” Did the man know what he was doing to you? He definitely did, his cocky attitude and smirk made it clear.

“I know that, but you’re not just someone are you? You’re my husband, and I want to know you first.”

“You’re a smart girl, wifey. I like that.” A genuine smile graced Lloyd’s face “Alright then, freshen up and come to my room.” You nodded and quickly went to your room to get changed.

As you stood in front of Lloyd’s bedroom, you felt excited but also nervous, but before you could ponder much, Lloyd came out.

“Come on in” your husband held the door open for you. Lloyd’s room was not only big but matched his personality perfectly. “You look cute.” You weren’t sure what to wear so you decided to go with some comfy shorts and T-shirt.

“Thank you.” Lloyd motioned at the bed for you to get in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You sat down on the bed while Lloyd lied down beside you.

“Are you planning to sleep like that?” he asked you with a chuckle. Well he had a point, so eventually you lied down beside him.

It all felt so foreign, and so weird to be sharing a bed with your husband more than a month later after getting married. You were feeling overwhelmed, happy and sad at the same time.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Don’t think too much okay? Let’s focus on this moment.” Lloyd tried to be as sweet as he could. “I’m happy you are here. I don’t really know how to apologise because I haven’t had to till now, but I apologise for being rude, and hurting you.” You gave him a smile.

“Can we try to be there for each other from now on?” The sincerity in your tone and the soft expression on your face made Lloyd feel things he didn’t realise he could.

“Yeah, let’s try that.” His answer was good enough for you.

After taking your permission, your husband softly wrapped his arm around you. You felt protected. And not alone.

Lloyd leaned in and waited till you gave him a nod, then attached his lips to yours. This was different than the first kiss you shared together, on your wedding day. It was full of care and compassion and didn’t feel obligatory.

In that moment you were hopeful about the future and what it brought for the two of you. Maybe married life won’t be so bad.

“Hey, let’s get some sleep now okay? You’ve had a long day.” It was true, you could feel the exhaustion in your body. You gave him a nod.

“Although before we sleep, I have a very important question to ask” Lloyd asked seriously and it made you look at him curiously.

“What do you think about my Moustache?”

[sstan-hoe]

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, oral sex, praise kink, choking, mention of killing, idk what else, minors dni

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — sooo we have a beautiful lloyd hansen here who will do everything for you just so you aren't mad at him anymore...@georgiapeach30513, follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! It's literally 2:25 am in my country right now and I'm tired as fuck but wanted to finish this so sorry for any errors or whatever, like, comment and reblog!

The moment you entered a relationship with Lloyd Hansen – actually even before that – you knew that he was a jealous and overprotective person. That it would be this bad or get out of control you never expected.

“I was just talking to him Lloyd!” you shouted while strutting through the door of your shared home. Lloyd was right behind you having the same pissed expression on his face as you. “First of all, he was way too close, he undressed you with his eyes and when you backed off, he came even closer.”

Lloyd wasn’t completely wrong, you were uncomfortable, and the man didn’t listen however, “that doesn't mean you have to kill him.” It also wasn’t the first time either.

“You were overreacting,” you added as you walked in the kitchen with Lloyd hot on your heels. “Overreacting? Bold of you to say, aren’t you overreacting right now? I kill people for a living and that doesn’t seem to faze you though.”

“Well, I can’t really tell you to stop,” he was right it didn’t faze you but to you there was a difference between acting out of jealousy and acting because it is your job, “it’s your job after all.”

“It is also my job to protect you,” Lloyd argued. Your back was turned to him while you tried to distract yourself with cleaning the kitchen isle. His hands grabbed your waist firmly turning you around to face him. You looked up into his blue eyes, they were like an ocean consuming you, letting you get lost in their beauty.

“That may be what you’re thinking, but that doesn't justify your actions…there is a difference between telling someone off and killing him,” you sigh. Lloyd gently took your chin between his fingers.

“Sunshine, I would do everything for you.” No, no you had to stay strong, that was the only way he would learn his lesson.

“Well then stop killing people that aren’t part of your job,” with that you wiggled out of his arms walking away. “I just told you protecting you is my job!” His words went ignored by you as you loudly shut the door of the bedroom.

Lloyd sighed to himself rubbing his temple. Of course, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t control himself around you and certainly not when a man flirted with you or made you uncomfortable.

You buried your face in your hands as you sat down on the bed. You needed a battle plan, Lloyd needed to learn that he couldn’t just kill someone for flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. Yes, that person needed to be punished as well but isn’t sitting in jail worse?

Death was a blessing, jail a punishment and what if he had family?

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, “sunshine I’m sorry, can we please make up?” Lloyd’s voice called through the door. ‘Make up’ meant sex and while make up sex was a great thing most of the time the problem wasn’t completely solved.

So, this time no make up sex. You didn’t answer him, you just laid down on your side of the bed trying to ignore his voice.

You heard how he opened the door a few minutes later, “sunshine I’m really sorry, please.”

He acted like a kicked puppy, you rolled your eyes because he always did this, and you always forgave him then seconds later he would be on his knees eating you out.

You felt the bed shift as he sat down. Lloyd lovingly put his hand on the curve of your waist wanting to turn you around, but you stopped him by taking his wrist and removing his hand from you.

Lloyd let you. That was one thing you were incredibly grateful for, Lloyd never pushed you or forced you into anything and if you didn’t want him to touch you right now that he wouldn’t.

“I’ll make you something for dinner, the pasta that you like so much.” You knew Lloyd hated cooking however you loved his pasta, you didn’t know what it was that he did, but his noodles always tasted better than yours.

“She can be lucky I love her…” “I didn’t even do anything wrong, I was protecting her.” “Yeah, maybe a bit much but that asshole deserved it.”

A small giggle escaped your lips as you heard Lloyds muffled complaints. You didn’t exactly know what he was doing until fifteen minutes later he appeared in the room again with a bowl of spaghetti topped with tomato sauce and basil. It smelled delicious.

Lloyd rounded the bed and put the bowl on the nightstand, “I made your favourite pasta.”

You ignored him which hurt him, but he didn’t act like it, “least you could do is say ‘thank you Lloyd for being such a great boyfriend’.”

Typical Lloyd. Normally you would thank him with a blowjob for making you your pasta, but you weren’t in the mood for that right now hence why he said ‘at least’. He waited for few seconds, then sighed and left.

Waiting until the door closed you sat up taking the bowl in your lap and began eating. A moan left you lips as you tasted the pasta which was as delicious as ever.

Lloyd who stood on the other side of the door and heard you, had a grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t resist him for long when he made you the pasta.

Well, he shouldn’t have said that too early.

The evening came and you still hadn’t left the room which confused Lloyd but the moment he looked inside the bedroom he knew why. You were asleep, the bowl being empty stood on the nightstand.

He shook his head and went back to the kitchen where he finished up cleaning. The left-over pasta was put in one portion container and got refrigerated.

The next morning came, and you laid cuddled up in your bed, the soft blanket and cushions hugging you like a cocoon. Lloyd was right next to you having nothing but a pillow under his head.

You were a blanket stealer and felt guilty everytime you noticed that you stole the blanket. So even on his day off he woke up earlier than you and gently took his blanket back and when you woke up you were happy you didn’t steal his blanket once again.

This morning was no different. He opened his eyes rubbing out the sleep, his body turned towards you. Smiling softly as he observed your sleeping form, never in his life had he seen someone, something as beautiful as you.

After taking the blanket he went back to sleep.

Only an hour later you woke up, just like Lloyd you turned around to face him or well the empty side of the bed.

His absence gave you time to rethink the past day and how this one would go depended on you boyfriend.

Your plan on ignoring him would continue until he properly apologized or until you saw him suffering enough.

With a yawn you got out of bed. You walked over to the mirror looking at your reflection.

God, you hoped your plan would work and Lloyd wouldn’t fuck you over the kitchen counter. You were only wearing his shirt and a thong.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the kitchen were he was standing making breakfast in only his boxers. His back was facing giving you the perfect view on his ass, as he moved around his ass perfect with him causing you to bite your lip.

He heard you coming in and turned around, just in time you changed your expression into a blank stare.

“Good morning sunshine,” he grinned at you, but your expression didn’t change. “Oh, come on you’re still mad at me?”

Without saying a thing, you sat down on the table where he had already set the table.

“What do you want to do today? I have nothing on my plate today, we could go for a walk in the park, bake some cookies…” you raised a brow at his proposals. Lifting your fork, you gestured to the rainy weather outside as he mentioned the walk.

His eyes drifted to the window, “yeah maybe no walk but…you said your back was hurting, I could give you a massage!” Lloyd said with enthusiasm.

You looked at him sceptical, but he was already on his feet taking your hand to lead you to the living room. “You strip and lay there while I get the oil,” he instructed you. Shrugging you did as he told.

A minute later Lloyd was back with the oil in hand. He let it flow down your back and then gently rubbed it in. Kneading your soft skin at your back down around the waist.

It felt good, so good that a sigh escaped your lips as he pressed his thumbs down and whatever he hit was damn good. His hands moved up caressing your skin before manipulating the muscles in your shoulders until he heard a satisfying pop.

A gasp came past your lips, feeling the knot dissolve. “That one was good, wasn't sunshine?”

You tried to nod your head on the pillow. Lloyd moved his hands back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with pleasure.

He rested his head on your shoulder, right next to your ear. “Don’t think I didn't notice you staring at my ass this morning...,” he whispered, the edge of his moustache tickling against the shell of your ear.

Lloyd gave your ass a spank causing your body to jump up in fright, you weren't expecting that.

No, well actually with Lloyd you never know.

You bumped your head against Lloyd's making him lift his head, “that wasn't nice,” he muttered rubbing the side of his head though you both knew it didn't hurt him.

You stood up – completely naked – and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Lloyd was left behind. He sat down on the couch running a hand over his face trying to think of something that would make you talk to him.

“I made her the pasta, made her breakfast, gave her a massage...what else can I do? Well she won't let me eat her out in that state, but that could do it though I need something to get her there,” he thought out loud.

Lloyd went through everything he could think of; new clothes, a purse, shoes, jewellery, a trip to Disneyland but he would say yes to everything of that so what could it be?

“Oh, what the shit,” he cursed as it downed on him. You always wanted a cat, a Maine Coon specifically and he always said no.

With a deep, very deep sigh he pulled his phone from the couch table, searching for a Maine Coon kitten on the Internet. To his surprise, he actually found a cat that he could get today, but he needed cat things.

Okay; he could get the scratch tree tomorrow with you – if the plan worked –, just like another water bowl and the cat toys. Lloyd already knew you would spoil the cat.

“Sunshine I’m going grocery shopping!” He shouted through the apartment. You were still getting dressed and furrowed your brows. Didn't the two of you just go yesterday?

Lloyd drove to the pet store to buy a litter box, cat food – dry and wet –, two toys, a cat carrier, one food and water bowl, a blanket for the box and cat litter.

“Who knew a cat needed all that shit?” He said as he got in the car two hours and four hundred dollars later.

Instantly he drove to the address of the cat breeder. He rang the doorbell waiting impatiently.

An elderly woman with grey hair that was put in a bun opened the door, “you must be the man who wants to adopt the kitten today!” She said happily inviting him in.

“Yep, that's me...where is he?” Lloyd asked as he stepped inside the old home. The woman must have been living here for at least fifty years by the looks of it. “Here he is, the little cutie,” the woman came back with a light orange cat that was at least 80 centimetres from snout to tail.

“How old did you say was he?” Lloyd asked, did those cats really get this big?

“One year and a half, he will still grow a bit but he's fully vaccinated and sterilized so no need to worry.” She sat the cat down.

The cat had a long orange tail, his belly, chest, snout and the tip of his paws were shiny white, he had amber-coloured eyes that matched his fur perfectly and he had brush ears that made him look like a lynx.

Even Lloyd had to admit, that this cat is beautiful. “Does he already have a name?” “Yes, his name is Aramis,” she explained.

He got down on his knees to pet the cat and couldn't stop the smile on his soft lips, “yeah I'll take him.”

With that they gently put Aramis in the transportation box in which laid a blanket. The woman gave Lloyd a few treats for him as a gift, “how much for him?” was his last question.

“750 euros,” she stated. Lloyd cursed under his breath, that cat was expensive and god you could be happy he loved you.

After four hours Lloyd was finally back home and found you on the couch eating ice cream.

“Sunshine, I know you're mad and I can't apologise enough so I thought maybe I will gift you something.” He stood there proud of himself in the doorway while you looked at him a big question mark above your head.

With a big grin he opened the door wider revealing Aramis in his transportation box.

Your eyes widened in shook, he bought you a cat, a cat! A Maine Coon like you always wanted. Lloyd set his ego aside and bought you a cat.

Now you couldn’t stay mad anymore. You ran over to him jumping into his arms, “you got a cat, you got me freaking cat!” You squealed and pressed your lips to his.

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “I'm sorry for how I acted with the man, I will do better I promise. You are the most important person in my life and I would do everything for you sunshine.”

A miau broke your heartfelt moment and got you back to reality. You wiggled out of Lloyd's arms and opened the box while Lloyd closed the door.

“I've got his things in the car, be right back.”

As Lloyd went downstairs again you befriended the cat. Letting him explore the apartment and sniff on everything. The first thing your boyfriend brought was the litter and box so he could see where he had to go.

Next was the rest which Lloyd unpacked and put everywhere it fitted. The food not next to the water and the toys all around while you followed Aramis.

When he was finished, he found the two of you in the bedroom. “That is Aramis by the way and his one and a half years old, vaccinated and sterilized.” “When did you plan this?” You asked as you scratched Aramis head who was already purring with delight.

“after your massage today,” he shrugged. You laughed at his answer, typical.

“I have a really important question sunshine...can we have sex again? Not getting to taste you this night and in the morning was hell”

Quickly you covered Aramis ears, “shhh! You can't say this in front of him!”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but let it be for the moment.

The day came to an end and Lloyd finally had you alone given that you spend the rest of the day with Aramis. He closed the bedroom door to prevent the cat from getting in.

You stood in front of the mirror taking of your bra as you got pushed back on the bed, “now sunshine, it's time you give me my pussy.”

Lloyd pulled down your panties and stroked over you cunt with hungry eyes. His fingers rubbed down your juicy folds, “'lread so wet, this all for me?” You gave a strained nod as he entered you with middle finger.

“Mhm, one would think that after all this time would be stretched out but you're still as tight as a virgin...” Lloyd grinned while he added his ring finger.

Exploring your cunt he reached places that you could never even attempt to. His thumb rubbed your clit, “doing so good for me sunshine...you're gonna cum from a bit of fingering?” yes, yes you were but before you could let the knot in you stomache go Lloyd pulled his hands from you.

“You only cum on my tounge and with my permission tonight.”

His words make you shudder as you try to hold back a whine at the empty feeling.

“Lloyd please, make me cum, taste me, eat me...fuck please do something,” he gave you that shit eating grin for those words and dipped instantly down burying his face between your legs.

His tongue laps at your cunt, making your back arch against the bed. A pornografic moan left your mouth as Lloyd fucked you deeper with his tongue.

“Just like that, Lloyd,” you whine, “never stop, please.”

He put the hand laced with you wetness around your throat, your moans turned into whines as you bucked your hips up chasing your release. “Can I cum please? Please let me cum!” “Not yet sunshine.”

“You have been such a good girl so far...don't ruin it now sunshine,”

Adding his fingers, his tongue moved to the bundle of nerves. Your walls tightened around his fingers letting him know you were close.

“Cum sunshine, cum for me...” and you did, it felt like a firework exploding in your stomache, your toes curled, lips parting into loud moan followed by a 'fuck Lloyd', your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You laid there panting with Lloyd next to when you heard a light scratch noise on the door, “Aramis! I have to let him in.”

Lloyd's hand catched your wrist, “but what about my dick?” You looked down his erected member in his boxers, “tomorrow yeah? It's his first night, I don't want him to be alone.” With that you let the cat in.

Aramis jumped on the bed laying down between you and Lloyd, “great now we can't even cuddle because of that assh–” “hey! you better watch your mouth, I will just put him to the side and lay in the middle but don't direct your anger at him.”

You squeezed yourself between the two and closed your eyes. In the meantime Lloyd had a staring contest with the orange cat, “you may be cute, but–” a fist hit his arm, breaking of his sentence.

“You better sleep now before you stay outside,” “Everything for you sunshine.”

When you woke up the next morning you saw Lloyd and Aramis cuddled up next to each other. Quickly you took your phone from the nightstand taking a picture.

[jamneuromain]

I have an idea omg. We need more of Lloyd and reader... What about a situation when Lloyd got injured, like he kicked someone's ass , got his knuckles bleeding, or maybe he got a cut or smth... and the reader though she's aware of her blood-seeing problem ofc decided to help him, trying to fight her hemophobia best she could because Lloyd needed her help. Or it can be quite the opposite, the reader got hurt in some way, bleeding a bit, and Lloyd decided to help her because he knows her reaction to seeing blood and all. What do you think?😬☺

Hi Elena😌❤️ （sorry that it took so long I accidentally deleted my draft ... and took very long to recover from the devastating fact :l

Your "Lloyd got hurt" idea certainly is very interesting....👀

So, what would happen if Lloyd got hurt and he has no one else to turn to but his secretary with hemophobia...🤔

Bleed Out

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.

Summary: Lloyd is under your protection for now.

A/N: This is the sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333

One thing, one particular feature you like about the apartment you're living in, is that this little condo - along with the rest of the building and five other blocks in the vicinity, belongs to a high-end resident community that has strict security guard patrol schedules and limited key-card access. These precautions resulted in rocket-high market prices and a rather wealthy neighborhood, as the owner of these buildings forbids renting, for every keycard that could access the front gate, elevators, and their matching apartments, accompanied by facial recognition embedded in the little chip. When you get home every night (or afternoon, if you are lucky), you have to press your keycard and stand before the camera before the gate grants you inside. This brings quite some comfort for you, working for a mob boss named Lloyd Hansen, and knowing that his associates are basically "wanted" by rival gangs for the valuable information they possess.

While it is impossible that you could afford such an exquisite apartment with your salary, though very well-paid, you are truly grateful because Lloyd signed this condo - his condo - to you without a word (or asking a dime from you) when you told him during your final interview that you will be needing a week to relocate before starting the job.

That's when you made up your mind that Lloyd Hansen is a boss worthy to work for.

It's not a big place. Having two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Decorated in white, black, and grey, clearly matching Lloyd's taste when he asked his lawyer to give you the key card and have you move in.

You've lived here for three years now. Adding soft cushions and light-colored sets to the tedious design here and there. Like the sunflower tablecloth and daisy plates and bowls. Like the pink polka dot sheets and duvet covers. And the fluffy slippers, taken out from the cabinets, ready to be put on as soon as fuzzy socks don't work their magic any more.

You are finishing washing the mug you just used. After putting it on the racks, you wipe your hands with a clean cloth. It is a workday tomorrow, and you intend to sleep early to wake up with a fresh spirit to deal with your (sometimes) moody boss. Treating yourself to a nice little read in the bedside lamp radiating yellow glow - another decoration that you feel much needed for this place, you reach out to turn off the lamp when there's a sudden rush of knock on your door.

You zip your mouth shut.

The news two weeks ago, about a woman who was curious about the baby crying at her door, was yanked out of her apartment as soon as she opened the door, being raped and killed in her own bed.

You are smart enough not to ask "Who is it", letting this unexpected guest learn that a young female is at home.

When the unexpected visitor doesn't hear your reply, they knock on the door more fiercely, nearly knocking your heart out of your throat.

You remember the tutorial online: Approach the door with caution, and check the surveillance camera. If there's no one in sight, call the cops. If there's anything out of the ordinary, like a baby or a kitten by the door, call the cops.

In summary, call the cops.

Your fingers hover above your phone, having the police number on speed dial, when you turn on the surveillance camera monitor by the door.

A very bruised, cut, and tired Lloyd, having a gun in his hand, banging on your door as he winces in pain.

"Goodness gracious-" Your gasp gets stuck in your throat. Opening the door in an instant, there's nothing else in your mind than keeping him alive. Your goosebumps on high alert as Lloyd's eyes scan over you. You pull him in, checking that the hallway is secure, before closing the heavy door as quietly as possible.

You turn to him, "Mr. Han-" Your words stop mid-sentence as you feel the need to fight the bile down your throat.

Yes. Mr. Hansen is very much covered in the one thing you hate most in the world.

Blood.

Blood splattered on his chest, his ridiculous choice of the blue-white striped polo shirt and cuts littered over his face and bare arms. His pants are dripping. Some crimson-colored liquid will stick permanently onto your floor and your beloved carpet.

Redness, some stained into near-brown, all over his figure.

You hold your breath, not letting the iron taste linger to make matters worse.

Lloyd walks, more like limps to each of your rooms - now that you can breathe a little while the blood smell is gone temporarily, and convince yourself that it's just ketchup on your boss (though you doubt that trick works) - and inspects each of them with his finger on the gun's trigger.

Taking in the whole situation, three things pop into your mind.

Lloyd is in desperate need of medical attention.

You are most likely to faint as soon as he returns, seeing this amount of blood.

Lloyd wouldn't knock on your door if this isn't desperate for him as well.

As Lloyd approaches, you are wrecking every brain cell to work a way out of this.

" 'S anyone here?" He asks, pulling the safe of his gun back on, before plopping down on your couch and groaning because he most definitely pulls one or two, if not a few of his wounds.

However, one of THE most brilliant ideas comes to you when you are holding your breath.

You shake your head, raising one finger to tell him you need a moment - or you hope that your running off conveys the message, and dash towards your bathroom.

Lloyd sags down on the couch, not even bothering to get up or turn his head to watch whether you've pulled out a gun pointing at him. You probably wouldn't do so, since you chose to pull him in, instead of letting him bleed out by your door.

When you appear in front of him again, his body briefly stuns a moment, before emerging in a burst of full-blown laughter. He laughs so hard that his laughter turns into coughs, which leads to him pressing his hand over his chest in case he tears his wounds further.

You place your hands on your hips. Compared to him, you are least amused by your idea.

You smoothed your hair back and put on your scuba diving goggles from a paid leave last year. Lloyd personally oversaw your two-week vacation, paying from your hotel suite to your travel expenses, and even ordering you full scuba diving equipment for your one-hour scuba lesson.

Of course, you weren't actually interested in becoming an expert, but the scuba equipment was too nice to be thrown away.

"Not funny." You breathe through your mouth. Even though the orange plastic - or glass, you don't quite know which - changes how the bloody Lloyd looks in your eyes, it still doesn't completely change the idea that Lloyd is, in fact, covered in blood, as much as you don't want to think about it. And it definitely doesn't block the smell of blood, which probes the nerves at the back of your nose whenever you breathe through your mouth.

Lloyd scans your "outfit", his laughter slowly dials down, eventually turns into a lazy smile ghosting his lips, "You're right. It's not."

It's over 10:30 pm, and you usually would have been sleeping, or lying on your bed, at least. But no, you are stuck in the living room with your boss who's about to die any minute, and you are only able to stand in front of him, alive and thinking, with a fucking scuba mask on.

So, fuck this.

You roll your eyes at your cold-blooded boss. "Should I call your doctor? Or send you to the hospital?"

The smirk disappears.

Although he didn't say "no" to the hospital, by now you've realized the hospital choice was crossed off the board, as he chose you instead of ringing the police - which will no doubt lead to an investigation since Lloyd is the most notorious mob in Los Angles.

You search for the first aid bag that you stocked away when you moved in. It has rarely been used.

"Doc's dead." He murmurs, but loud enough for you to understand. He spoke with a sadness that only appears when he has lost one of his people. "I took Jared to his clinic."

You know Jared, he is one of the muscles working for Lloyd. He helped take care of one of Lloyd's rivals, Brewer.

"The deal with the Russian mobs tonight went wrong, but we got out in one piece." Lloyd explains curtly, "I got him to Doc's place to get stitched up. But we were attacked... Doc died, so did Jared."

So... two of his people.

Medical alcohol and Q-tips were picked from the bag, then a roll of gauze. You place those on the coffee table.

"I think you need something bigger than a Q-tip." He chuckles, unbuckling his belt, removing his pants. You open your mouth wanting to argue it's probably best that he doesn't move right now, but you silence yourself when you see a flesh wound -

Blood trickles down his thigh, leaving a scorched round hole on his leg. You turn your head to the other side as soon you feel the need to hurl. Even with your goggles on, deep down, you know that it's blood, not ketchup, nor some red paint oozing from his body.

“Don’t puke on my shoes. Crocodiles died for it.” A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth when he finished speaking, having your heart tug in the slightest of agony.

The belt he took off just now is turned into an instant tourniquet on his thigh. The blood drips slower than it did, but it keeps ruining your carpet.

“Yeah, I bet the crocodile spirits hate you right now.” You mutter under your breath, snatching a face mask from the first-aid kit, taking a small inhale after you put it over your face.

Much, much better now.

Lloyd snorts out a short laugh, “You look like one of those bird-man in the Middle Ages when they are battling the plague.”

“Yeah well,” You place your hand on your hips, feeling somewhat braver to deal with this bloody mess all over your living room, “You’re about to bleed out on my couch, so let’s start with you telling me what else I can help with.”

Lloyd spares a glance at you when he’s busy rolling the gauze and pressing it onto his gunshot wound, his expression uninterpretable. Though you would guess that he is mildly impressed.

“Got any liquor? Something strong?” He raises his brows almost challengingly, “I don’t see any painkillers here, so … Bourbon? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?”

You do have a bottle of whiskey that your cousin gave to you when you moved in. He’d come to visit and lend a helping hand from time to time. You take two glasses from the cupboard and half a bottle of whiskey.

You could use some liquid courage with a murder scene and your psycho boss in the middle of this lovely condo.

With the aid of whiskey and your patching and cleaning of the rest of the wounds, Lloyd is able to sleep through the night soundly without worrying about being a rigid corpse in the morning.

Yawning, and accidentally stretching his patched-up wounds, he allows a string of curses to flow out of his lips. Judging by the sunlight peeking through your curtains, he’d say it’s 9 or 10 in the morning. Last night, he was tired when the adrenaline gradually faded away, and he did not have the chance to take a close look at your – used to be his – place.

You did not put this place through any major changes, just some minor traces, reminding him that he is, in a sense, invading this cozy little apartment with his banged-up body.

With a decent set of fresh suit, shirt, and tie on the chair beside the bed.

Faint murmurs come from the other side of the door, Lloyd tenses up immediately, pulling his gun under the pillow, where he stocked last night, and turns the doorknob slowly.

“… shut up.” He hears you smack someone’s arm jokingly.

Your voice blends in with the voice in his memory of last night, when he winced in pain as you tried to take out glass shards from his forehead with a pair of tweezers, when he swung another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.

“Fucking hell, woman, I swear you’re trying to scoop my brains out rather than finding the glass pieces.” He grumbled.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out, Mr. Hansen. Now I’m kindly asking you to shut up so I can take care of your wounds before it could get any worse.” You said impatiently, having struggled between the discomfort in your stomach and your determination to get him patched up, but adjusted your attitude soon after, keeping your mouth shut and pushing his upper body so he would lean on the couch and be still, while you turned on the flashlight to search the little glass piece on his forehead.

The warm and shallow breath fell on the ridge of his nose. It was broken, sure, tingling and itching, but it also meant that you were close, close enough to kiss-

“Cuz, are you sure that-”

The male voice is cut off when Lloyd in a black suit appears in front of you and a young man. One of his hands behind his back, you know far too well he’s holding the gun and will shoot your cousin’s brain out if you don’t explain quickly.

“Morning Mr. Hansen. This is my cousin, Connor Ashborne, studying at UCLA Med School.” You smile politely towards your boss, “I called for him to check up on you, since you refused to go to any doctor with a gunshot wound. He’s here to provide professional medical assistance.”

“Mr. Hansen,” the young man extends his hand for Lloyd to shake, “I’ve heard of a lot of things about you.”

“Lots of bad things, I hope.” Lloyd throws in a comment half-sarcastically, plopping himself down on the couch, ignoring your cousin’s extending hand, “Shit.” When he stretches his wounds again, the gauze must have clotted with his flesh for this level of pain.

“Cuz?” Conner turns his choice to your hand, “It’s your call. I can’t force your boss to do anything.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You mutter, “He’s more stubborn than a bull with eyes on the red flag.”

“Careful there, sunshine.” Lloyd gulps down some whiskey, numbing the pain in his thigh, “I can hear ya’ loud and clear.”

You silently shrugged towards your cousin, letting him know that you could not be of help any more than he did. “You should probably head to your classes.” You speak softly towards Connor, “Say hi to your sister for me, will you?”

“Sure thing, cuz. Remember those antibiotics and pain meds for the... patient in the kit.” He pulls you into a hug, “No need to thank me, I know, I'm one of a kind.”

Yeah, he's a one-of-a-kind dick when he wants to be. You can't help but smile knowing that his ego bloated after coming to your aid.

“I’ll see you around Christmas, yeah?”He asks.

“Around Christmas.” You confirm, patting his back.

Connor shoots you a wink and a “Bye, cuz”, grabbing the bicycle helmet on the kitchen counter and rushing out of your apartment like a gust of wind.

"A-hem." Lloyd clears his throat.

You let out a long exhale, realizing the big problem-o is still sitting on the couch like he owns this place – he indeed still does, as you have helped combing through his real estate. He owns the whole residential community – more specifically, has a lot of shares in the company which runs this residence, at the very least. Putting your best, and most professional courtesy on, you ask Lloyd, “I’ve called Denny earlier this morning. He’s now driving around the block. Denny has driven to your place and picked up the usual breakfast from your cook. Should I call him and tell him to come up? Or you’d like to head to the office right now?”

“Tell him to come up. I’ve been shot. It seems fair to skip work this morning.” Lloyd has the usual smug smile on his face. Stepping into his crocodile shoes onto the floor, spreading his arms over the couch, he looks down at the ground before narrowing his eyes and raising a sharp question: “You’ve had the carpet thrown out?”

Of course, you’ve had the carpet thrown out. Or you would throw up five times per hour.

You thought so when carrying the blood-soaked carpet downstairs, after making sure Lloyd was asleep around midnight. As his secretary, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about anything besides his business.

You carried the carpet downstairs, avoiding cameras as carefully as possible, with your ridiculous scuba goggles and face mask on, and dumped the carpet, into another residence trash can two blocks further. With his blood and his scent on it, it is easy to lure those henchmen away if they bring hounds to search for Lloyd.

Lloyd does not go down without a fight, that you were certain. You were also certain of the fact that the transaction gone wrong would make relative parties involved less than happy, hence the ambush at Doc’s place. If they struck once, it seemed possible that they would strike again, knowing that Lloyd was hurt.

Also packing hydrogen peroxide, a powerful bleach, and a pack of Q-tips with you, you carefully erased the traces of Lloyd’s blood from the street to your residence building, and inside the elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N!” The security guard exclaimed on seeing you back inside the building. He was smart enough not to comment on you pulling your scuba goggles and face mask off, but smiled warmly, “A rough night?”

You smile back, “Hi Henry. I hate to pull ranks on you, Henry, I really do. But in less than ten minutes you are going to get a call from your boss, who has gotten a call from his boss, asking you to do exactly what I tell you to, which is to make a copy of the surveillance footage of the security cameras, and delete the original copy stored in the computers stored somewhere in this building. You are also going to tell me whether anyone has dropped by when your shift ends this morning, who looks suspicious, asking questions even though they don’t live here.”

The smile froze on Henry’s face, “Miss Y/L/N, it’s against the company orders…”

Just then, the phone on Henry’s desk rang, which Henry took the minute it made a sound.

The smile turned to a serious frown.

“…Yes. Yes, Sir. I’ll see to it.” He hung up the phone after a polite “Good night”, straightening his security guard uniform, and moved around the desk, “This way, Ma’am.”

After burying your head in the toilet bowl and throwing up almost half an hour ago, you had used your cell phone and called Lloyd's business partner up ahead, told him that Lloyd had issued a command to erase surveillance camera footage of a specific building and asked to keep a copy.

His business partner, hauled up from his bed because of this phone call in the middle of the night, knew better than to refuse.

… and that was why the Russian mob drove through the block later that morning at 1 a.m. and did not find a trace of Lloyd taking shelter in your condo after circling the area for quite some time.

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (1) - Lunch

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy

Warnings: angst, language, Steve is an ass or oblivious (we will see), low self-esteem, plussized/chubby reader

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“Lunchtime,“ Tony’s assistant coos as she enters the kitchen. You roll your eyes and you huff in frustration. After a rough morning, you found your homemade salad outside the fridge. Someone must’ve taken it out and now, it looks like it got under the bus. “The captain pays for the food. He ordered something for all of us.”

“I hope he got mine right,” walking into the kitchen Tony grumbles under his breath. “Coffee…where is the coffee.”

“Let me help you,” you get a mug out of the kitchen cabinet and pour Tony the freshly brewed coffee you put on when you entered the kitchen.

Tony thanks you and eagerly takes a sip, moaning at the taste. “That’s the best coffee I ever had. Who made it?”

“I made it after I tried to figure out what to eat as someone took my salad out of the fridge,” you bite your tongue. You didn’t want to bug an Avenger, one of the important people at the tower, with your problems.

“You made it?” you shrug. “Why? That’s not your job.”

“I figured people need coffee and no one else was in here to prepare the coffee so…I made it. It’s not a big deal. I was about to make me some tea either way.”

“You put the coffee up and don’t even drink coffee?” Tony wonders aloud as Steve Rogers, your boss steps inside the kitchen.

“Tony, I got your food. Sandy, I got yours too,” Steve’s deep voice makes you shudder as he tells everyone around he ordered their favorite food. Everyone but you.

“You are coming, Y/N?” at least Tony acknowledges your presence as the others leave the kitchen. “What did you order?”

“Nothing,” you try to keep your voice even. “I didn’t know we are ordering food. I brought my salad.”

You step outside the kitchen and waltz toward your office. “Wait, we can still get you some foo-“ Tony sighs as you open the door to your office and close it. “Why did no one think of Y/N?”

“She always brings food,” Sandy put on a saccharine smile. “She’s fine…”

“She has a name,” her boss bites back. It’s an open secret that Tony is not happy with his assistant. Sandy’s office, his files, and his papers are a mess, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“What can I do for you, sweetie,” you chuckle as Jensen, your favorite barista, flashes you a smile. After the awful incident during your lunch break, you had to go to the café around the corner to get one of their infamous cupcakes to feel a little better. “You look a little sad today.”

“Work, ya know.”

“What happened?” you wonder why Jensen, a man you barely know, always seems to know something is wrong with you. “Sweetie, I won’t tell anyone, promised.”

“My boss,” you sigh deeply and shake your head. “I always work overtime, fulfilling his every whim. Today he ordered food for everyone for lynch to celebrate a successful mission. He even bought something for Mr. Stark’s assistant.”

“Y/N, don’t tell me that asshole forgot about you, the woman keeping his shitty life together,” chuckling you look up at Jensen. He seems to be the only guy not giving a shit that your boss is Captain America.

“I’m invisible to most people. It’s just, he forgot about his assistant and ordered food for her. I don’t know if I should be mad or sad about it.”

“You shouldn’t fix shit for him any longer outside your workplace. He’s not worth your time and the tears,” Jensen gently pats your hand. “Cupcake and tea are on me today, Y/N.”

“No-Jensen. It’s too much,” you try to stop him.

“You told me your secret,” he leans closer to whisper the next words. “I'll tell you mine. This is my café. I just work behind the counter to mess with people. Everyone but you.”

“You’re lying. This place is called Jake’ Losers café,” he grins but there is something in his eyes telling you he’s being serious. “Wait…”

“My name is Jake Jensen, sweetie,” your jaw drops. You talked for hours about cake, your boss, and anything in between with one of the richest people you ever heard of. “The name is an insider joke.”

“I see,” nodding thoughtfully you realize there is more to Jensen than you thought. “Well then, I’ll take the free food with pleasure.”

“My pleasure, Y/N…”

It’s a few days later that you hear Steve talk to someone outside your office.

“What do you want for lunch? Bucky and I wanted to order food for the meeting. It will take some time.”

You recognize Sandy’s voice and Tony's. Someone is saying your name, you think it’s Tony, but you are not sure. You press your ear to the door as you hear someone walk away.

When you hear Steve getting closer to your office, you rush toward your swivel chair and wait for him to enter your office.

You wait…and wait…and wait until you realize that he, once again, forgot about you.

It’s not a big deal. You’re a big girl and can get food on your own. But it hurts that he thinks of everyone but you.

“Mr. Stark,” you nod at Tony as you prepare your tea in the kitchen. “Coffee is over there.” You point at the coffee brewer.

“I’ve missed you during the meeting,” Tony hums as you focus on your tea, not the question he didn’t ask yet. “We all had lunch together.”

“Yeah, well…I didn’t get the memo,” he nods thoughtfully while you try to avoid talking about the elephant in the room. “I had a quick breakfast on my way here. I didn’t need lunch as I’m not very hungry..”

“You did more than have breakfast. I know that you bought sandwiches for the homeless at the park. They know you very well,” you cock your head to glance at Tony. “I like to keep a close eye on important employees, Y/N. I know that you are more than a pretty face…”

He leaves you stunned and gasping. You never thought Tony Stark, even knows your name…

“Sweetie,” again Jake greets you like you are old friends. For a guy who has known you for like two months, he’s pretty compassionate when it comes to greet you. He rounds the counter and pulls you in a hug. “What brings you here, pretty girl.”

“I wanted to have lunch,” you bite your lower lip, chewing on it. A nervous habit you never got rid of. “Everyone else had lunch together again so…”

“Wait! They forgot about you again?” whipping your head toward the stranger strolling toward you and Jake you frown deeply. “Jakie, don’t you want to introduce me to this cute cupcake?”

“Y/N, please excuse my pushy brother,” Jake sighs deeply as he must introduce you to his brother. “Lloyd is a little…”

“Let me introduce myself to her, Jensen,” Lloyd tuts. His blue eyes are the only thing reminding you of Jake. He’s bulkier and more self-confident than your friend. He runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache while roaming your body with his eyes.

“Name’s Lloyd Hansen, Cupcake,” he hums when you take his offered hand. “Jakie told me so much about you, sweetness.”

“Hi,” you squeak as he brings your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he chuckles as you shy away. “Aw, you weren’t wrong, Jake. She’s a little shy but so sweet.” Lloyd purrs against your skin. “A sweet girl like you will get her food and tea for free from now on.”

“What? No, I can’t—” you splutter. Lloyd is a little too pushy and you easily get overwhelmed by his personality.  

“Cupcake, you can accept an offer from a friend,” he whispers in your ear as he presses your hand to his chest. “Jake and I had a long and fruitful conversation last week and decided on letting you eat here for free.”

“Lloyd, let her breathe,” Jake mutters behind his brother’s back. “I told you to not be pushy around Y/N.”

“Please don’t fight because of me,” you sniffle. “I’m not worth it. No one ever recognizes me, and I like it that way.”

“Sweetie, we didn’t fight.”

“Jake is right,” Lloyd wraps one arm around your shoulders. “We didn’t fight over you…yet…”

>> Part 2

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[babyjakes]

soft sinner.

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summary | there's only one thing lloyd would ever turn soft for in this cruel world: you.

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

warnings | sfw daddy!lloyd lloyd's an asshole at the beginning (so basically canon), lloyd shoots/kills someone (not reader, also canon lol), plenty of cussing, eventual soft!sweet!lloyd like so sweet it's unbearably ooc, hurt/comfort, all these petnames he uses got me :'-( <3

word count | 1,639

an | okay okay i know everyone wants smut with this guy but??? i wanted to do something different with my first fic with him, and honestly even though soft!lloyd is hard to imagine, i think when done right, he's just so perfect, i want him all for myself please :'-)

"Where the fuck is she?"

The harsh booming of his voice as he entered the room had Lloyd's men scrambling to attention in record time. Standing in the doorway with a ruthless expression sprawled across his face, the dark-haired man brought a hand up to run over his mouth as he tapped his foot impatiently, unimpressed at how many moments went by with no verbal answer. "I see," he growled, eyeing the four men who all stood around him anxiously, exchanging glances with one another as they struggled to form words. "Someone better start talking, or I'll start fucking shooting," the boss snapped, placing his other hand on the handgun secured tightly in his belt.

"She's upstairs, recovering," the bravest of the bunch finally offered up, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. "Her wounds have been tended to. I can bring you to her now if you'd like, sir."

Hand falling down from his mouth to his hip, Lloyd nodded, his exasperation clear on his face as he continued to berate, "Okay, and would you like to tell me, Dean- since none of the other idiots in this room decided to bring their fucking voices to work today- what the hell exactly happened during her transport here? And why the absolute fuck I wasn't alerted- immediately?"

Swallowing hard, Dean wrang his hands out behind his back, replying meekly, "I-I... there was an ambush, sir. We lost two men-"

"Well obviously!" Lloyd blurted over him, anger raging in his pale blue eyes as he looked around at the faces before him. "At this rate, I wish they would've killed more of you! Useless fucking- fuck," he cursed, kicking at the leg of a nearby chair. Holding their breaths as they watched him, his men didn't dare respond; by now, they were used to his constant outbursts, knowing the safest thing to do was to just stay silent and still.

Sweat beading on his forehead, Lloyd muttered a few more choice words beneath his breath before smoothing back his hair, regaining his composure slightly as he began speaking again. "Bring me to her. And as soon as I shut those doors in your face, you come straight back here and call in more men. I don't care who you have to call. I don't want a single square foot of uncovered territory within a fucking mile of this building. Do you understand?"

"Yes boss," Dean agreed quickly, beginning to lead Lloyd out of the room before he stopped, turning back to face the remaining three.

"And who exactly was it that left my princess uncovered?" he questioned carefully, his glare powerful enough to burn holes through the agents as they looked at each other nervously. "Surely someone was closest to her, someone should've taken the hit."

"I-It was Mike, sir. Mike was sitting next to her," Dean spoke up from behind the group.

Turning his attention to the shorter redhead, Lloyd smiled with a light sigh, almost a chuckle as he addressed the young man. "Mike. Oh Mike, that's such a shame. You were the least obnoxious of you group of fools." Drawing his gun with a shake of his head, Lloyd showed no hesitation as he planted a bullet in the agent's head, clicking his tongue in satisfaction as the body hit the floor.

Turning back to Dean, he tossed his gun on a nearby couch. "You know the rules, no munitions around my angel," he reminded the men. Every head in the room offered a nod at the boss's words. It was known amongst the entirety of the team that Lloyd's girl didn't like to see him holding any weapons; they were much too scary for her little mind to handle. It was one of many strange features of the couple's relationship that any outsider would probably fail to understand or even believe, but of course, no one on the inside ever questioned it. They knew better.

"Of course, sir," Dean dared to acknowledge, motioning a hand towards the door. "If you'll follow me, she's right this way."

"She's just down this hallway, sir- last door on the left."

"Good," Lloyd muttered, sticking his hand out in front of the man beside him to stop him as he continued his determined steps forward. "Now get back to work. And try not to fuck it up this time."

Dean didn't need to be told twice, promptly turning around to head back the way they had come. And as Lloyd finished making his way down the hall, from the front view, all physical signs of his aggression disappeared as he prepared himself to step into his other role, his favorite and most important role- a role that only one other person on the planet got to witness firsthand. Stopping at the grand set of doors leading to the bedroom, he ran his hands over his belt and pockets once more, double-checking that he had no traces of his work left on his person. After a final glance back down the hallway to ensure that no one but his intended audience would hear, he reached out and knocked gently against the thick barrier, the simple action the most delicate thing he'd done in weeks.

"Y/n?" he called in, his voice like that of an entirely different man from the monster who just shot an agent minutes earlier downstairs. "My love, are you in there?"

Not hearing any response, Lloyd carefully twisted the door handle, stepping into the room slowly in case you were sleeping. Looking around at the lavish golden decor, he found your little body curled up amongst the fluffy blankets and pillows covering the bed, the large king-sized mattress seeming to swallow you up as you drifted in its center.

Raising your head slightly, you peered warily over at the door. Normally, the sight of your daddy returning to you after weeks of being apart would send you running straight into his arms. But after the traumatic afternoon you endured, all you could manage was a soft whimper in the man's direction, causing his brow to furrow in concern as he closed the door behind him, making his way over to you as he let out a sympathetic hum, "Oh sweetheart. My poor angel, come here. Come to Daddy." Resting on the edge of the bed, Lloyd's heart broke in his chest as he watched you cower back slightly from his invitation; yes, he did have a heart. But only for you, only ever for you. "My sweet little girl, it's okay. Daddy won't hurt you, I left all my things downstairs. Know those are too scary for you, too dangerous. Never scary for my baby- right, angel?"

Lifting your head a bit again at the man's soothing words, your wide eyes ventured up to meet his, warmth spreading through your tummy as he gazed at you lovingly. "There's my pretty girl. Come here, sweetheart. Daddy wants to hold you. Missed you so much- and someone told me you got an owwy today."

Nodding gingerly, you forced your sore body up to a sitting position. At the sight of the large bandage wrapped around your arm, Lloyd began to coo softly again, "Oh, my sweet baby. Come here, come on," he coaxed again as he opened his arms for you, his touch brutally soft against your skin as he eased you onto his lap. "There she is," the man smiled, cradling you with an arm behind your back to allow you to rest your full weight against his safe embrace. "I got you, princess. Daddy's here now; you're safe."

Turning your head inward, you buried your face in the soft fabric of his shirt, tears prickling at your eyes as silent sobs begin to wrack through your little body. "Shhh, shhh," he soothed, running a tender hand over your back as you cried. "I know, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy's so sorry, so sorry he didn't protect you." Rocking you gently in hopes of calming you down, Lloyd struggled to fight back tears of his own as he was faced with the reality he had just spoken aloud: he had failed you. Unintentionally, yes, but it was all the same to him. It was his job to protect you, to do everything in his power to keep you safe and cared for. That was the one thing that mattered to him in life, and he had fucked it up.

"Baby, baby, baby," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips into your hair. Breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo, the man couldn't help it; silent tears began trailing down his cheeks as he tried to keep his voice from wobbling while he spoke to you. "Listen to me, please. Never again. Never again will I leave you, my love. No more time apart, no more endless weeks without me. It's done, angel. It's all done; I'm not leaving you again. Daddy's gonna keep you safe. I mean it, I'll gonna do it myself. I'll never fail you again. Never fail you again."

Lifting your head up to look into his eyes, you're met with pools of watery blue, full of grief and regret; as gently as you can, you plant a kiss to the man's wet cheek, earning a soft smile as he reaches up to cup your chin in his large hand. "Thank you, Daddy," you whisper sweetly, the sound of your precious voice causing Lloyd's heart to swell.

"Anything for you, my love." Rubbing his thumb against your soft cheek, all he could manage to do was look at you, wondering to himself what he ever did to deserve something as pure and wonderful as the miracle sitting in his arms. "My little angel, my perfect girl. Daddy would do anything for you."

[mellowsaturns]

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

LLOYD HANSEN X READER

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

word count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

“It was all your fault,” you spat.

“My fault?”

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

His jaw ticked.

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

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

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

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

“I’m doing this to protect you.”

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

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

I love you.

“Is this what you think love looks like?”

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was a lie.

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

“If this is not love, what is it?”

“It’s obsession you fucking psycho!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded slowly, earning a proud smile from Lloyd.

His smile was more sinister than you remembered.

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

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

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

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

[xcaptain-winterx]

Moodboard: Harvard Dad!Lloyd Hansen and Sunshine

Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

[imaginedreamwrite]

#6 for Lloyd and pumpkin

“Avoiding me? Or avoiding the subject?” The ice in his glass clinks, the subtle rattle of the smooth balls against crystal makes you lift your head, and you watch him with animosity.

His top two buttons are undone, his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’s got a cocky smirk on his face that seems entirely too egregious for the night, yet he seems unbothered. You can see the veins in his arms and the rings on his hands had left marks on your hips when he grabbed them too tightly the night before.

It was out of jealousy that he held you, pulled you tight to his chest when the two members of the Bratva bastards wanted a private conversation. Lloyd had no qualms about marking your skin with his affections, with his possessiveness, and you’d almost wanted to do the same.

If it weren’t for that whore.

“Bratva,” you scoffed, angrily shoving clothes into the Dior suitcase Lloyd had gotten for you, one that you hadn’t actually wanted but now found necessary, “and that stupid whore-”

“Pumpkin, jealous isn’t becoming of you.” Lloyd took a step toward you and stopped, his eyes falling to the absence of your engagement ring.

“You want that whore so badly? Have her.” Your fingers yanked the zipper closed and in your anger you’d knocked the bag to the floor, stepping over it to reach for a necklace. “You and Gina or Giana or whatever-”

“-you’re mine, Pumpkin. You know that.” It was his way of confessing his need for you.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck you, and fuck her.” You picked up the ring that was on the nightstand and turned it over in your fingers, running your thumb over the diamond before you threw it at his head. “Take this ring and shove it up your ass’l

“You are my soulmate. You’re not going anywhere-” he reached for you and the sound of a click echoing in the room had made him come to a standstill.

Within a moment of throwing the ring and Lloyd stepping toward you, you yielded a handgun from the bed, shielded from him by a blanket, and pointed it toward him. Loaded and cocked, this was your stand.

“I’m leaving. I’m done with your excuses. Have your Russian whore, have your Russian connections.” You kept the gun pointed toward him and stopped to pick up your bag, resting the leather handles in the crook of your elbow.

“Pumpkin, fuck-” Lloyd showed no fear, he didn’t even bat an eye. Instead he had watched you slip out of the room, your ring between his feet and your eyes burning with rage.

“We’re done, Lloyd. Done.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

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

hey honey, thank you so much!

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

warning - smut, masturbating, voyeurism, squirting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[aalyssah]

Insecure

Pairing: Chris Evans x Insecure!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Soft Sex, Praise, Pet names (Sweet girl, Pretty girl), Angst, Body Shaming, Bullying, Cyberbullying, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft!Chris Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 3,504

Summary: You're insecure and Chris's fans has pushed you to the limit.

A/N: This one is really long and I'm sorry but, I hope you enjoy!

You were the girlfriend of the one and only Chris Evans. You wanted to have your relationship private for privacy purposes but, a couple of months ago you came to the agreement to come out publicly.

Ever since then you've been getting hate comments on your posts. 2 weeks ago you posted a picture of you and Chris going out for breakfast and all the comments were filled with things like 'Chris is so hot he needs someone better' and 'Why is he with her? She's fat and ugly' and 'She's just a golddigger using Chris.

You knew about the consequences before making your relationship public and you thought you could handle it, but it was taking a turn on you. It's been going on for a couple of months but, you don't want to tell Chris because you don't want to stress him out.

He's been working on The Grey Man and you want him to focus on his career. Even though he always tells you you're his number 1 priority, the comments are making you think otherwise.

Current Day

You just woke up feeling warmth around you, only it being Chris. Chris is on break from filming his Netflix series and decided to spend it with you.

"Good morning baby" his deep groggily voice said "Good morning babe" you answered. "What do you want to do today?" He asked since y'all had no plans “Can we go to our favorite restaurant for breakfast? Please?" You begged. It's been a while since you've been there together "Yes sure. You can shower first." He agreed.

You got out of bed realizing you were naked. Quickly grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up "Baby you don't have to do that. It's not anything I haven't seen." You turned your face away hiding your blushing face and made your way to the bathroom.

You walked in the bathroom and took the blanket off and you couldn't help but look up in the mirror at yourself. Silently pointing flaws as you looked at your naked body. You tried not to think about the things people would say about your body but with those thoughts were in your mind.

You stepped in the shower and picked up your face wash and started washing your face. As you opened your eyes you let out a squeal when a naked Chris was in front of you. "Babe don't do that, you scared me!" He let out a laugh that made you have butterflies.

"Sorry I just thought to make it fast we should shower together." He said walking closer to you until your back was against the wall. "Um y-yeah we can." You said. Chris tilted your chin up and latched his lips on yours in a slow kiss.

You opened your eyes and looked down to see him stroking his big cock with precum coming out of his tip. You let out a needy whine. "What's wrong? You want something?" You nodded your head only to feel a slap on your cheek. Use your words." He said "I want you Sir." You whined.

"You have me though." He said with a smirk on his face. "I want you to f-fuck me s-sir." You said a little embarrassed but, that all went away when you felt a stretch in your lower abdomen. "Good girl." Chris moaned as he entered you.

The stretch was perfect. He gave you time to adjust since he was so big. No matter how many times ya'll fuck it always feels like it was you're first time. "Please move sir." You begged squirming around. "As you wish." After he said that he started pounding into you.

"S-sir slow down p-please." You said. You didn't expect him to go this fast but, it was Chris Evans for crying out loud. After not getting to see you for months you should have known this is how he would be. "Uh-huh you wanted this so you're gonna take it like a good girl. Right?"

"Yes sir promise I will." Although he was pounding you into space you never said stop. "I'm gonna cum." He said. You started clenching around him and egged him on further. He couldn't hold it anymore. With a grunt and loud moan from you, y'all both came.

"You did so good for me. Such a good girl." He praised you. Besides the pleasure Chris gives you, you loved the praises. Thank you sir." You said "Let's get cleaned up and go to that restaurant."

Y'all took an actual shower and made your way to pick out an outfit. You knew Chris would want to take pictures so you chose something to cover up. You picked out sweat pants and a t-shirt. Chris saw the outfit you picked. "Babe, why are you wearing that? Wear your purple sundress please. You look so beautiful in it."

That made you have a little confidence so you picked it up and put it on. You love the way the dress fits on your waist and off the shoulder, and the flowers with a hint of yellow. It was perfect in yours and Chris's eyes but will it be in the fans?

At The Restaurant

You and Chris made it at the restaurant. You were excited because you haven't been there in almost 3 months. Chris guided you to a table. He pulled out the chair for you "Aw babe you don't have to." You said you were feeling special.

"What do you want to eat?" Chris asked you. "I don't know, maybe a biscuit, no wait for pancakes...No waffles...maybe hash browns-" Chris couldn't help but let out a chuckle at how you were acting. "If you want it we can get it." He said. That made you want to change your mind because you did want to look fat. "Actually I just want 2 pancakes." You said putting the menu to the side.

Chris could read you like a book and could tell something was wrong. "Sweetheart if you want it you can get it all you know?" He assured you. "Okay, I'll get hash browns, waffles, and pancakes." You told him, making him smile. The waiter came over. "Hey, how may I help you?" She said, eyeing Chris "Yeah we want He told her as she wrote the orders down. "Ok I'll be back." she said, winking.

You saw that and it made you feel upset but you didn't want to ruin the mood so you put on a smile. "So how's filming going?" You asked him. "It's going good but I hate being away from you." He told you to grab both of your hands. "Awe it's ok, at least you get to have longer breaks." You told him.

The waiter came back with your drinks and food. "Here you go." She said, placing everything down "Thank you." You both said "If you need anything, call me." she said, only looking at Chris. You saw it but he ignored it looking at you.

You two began eating "Mmm this is so good." Chris moaned "Yes I agree!" You said. As you were eating you could see someone looking at you laughing and making pig noises. You felt like you wanted to cry but turned your attention to Chris.

"So I was thinking maybe we can go to the beach tomorrow." He told you "Umm I don't know I was thinking we could just watch movies." You didn't want to go out in a bikini because you knew Chris would want to take pictures and the fans would get even worse than they already are.

"Um yeah ok." Chris felt like something what's wrong but no matter how many times he asked you he would just say you're fine. You weren't the same person he met a year ago that was happy to go out and wear dresses that reveal a little skin.

Y'all finished your food and told the waiter to bring the check. You two fought for a couple minutes on who's paying the bill with Chris ending up paying for it the waiter came back with the receipt "Imma go to the bathroom real quick."

She looked at your plate and saw you ate everything "Damn was it good fatty?" she said "Excuse me?" You said a little shocked "I said was it good fatty?" She said slower. She wrote something on the receipt and put it in Chris's spot.

Chris came back and picked up the receipt he saw it said 'call me' with a number. He knew it was from the waiter but threw it away. "Are you ready to go?" He asked, pulling the chair from you "Yeah can we go for a walk?" You wanted to go to the park and just destress a little. "Yeah come on.

At the Park

You and Chris made it to the park and sat on the bench "It feels good out here." You said breathing in the fresh air as a breeze came by "Yeah I can agree." Silence took over the 2 of you as y'all had nothing to talk about "Oh babe look at the baby ducks!" You heard Chris say jumping up "Aww they're so cute!" You cooed "Yeah let's take a picture."

The word you were dreading to hear was finally said Picture. You felt as if time slowed down as he took his phone out of his pocket "Come on Babe!" He said smiling. You didn't want to ruin the moment again so you just sucked it up and went to him. "Smile!"

After he took the picture your whole mood changed "Chris can we go home?" You didn't want to be around people anymore. "Y-yeah come on." Chris couldn't help but stutter because of how you were acting.

You NEVER call him Chris like normal unless it's serious. He wanted to know what was wrong. You've been acting like this in person and even when he FaceTimes you. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions but, are you cheating?

At Home

As soon as you got home you went to the bathroom. You just needed another shower except alone. You needed a moment to yourself before you broke down right then and there. Everything hurt and even though he just posted the picture you can see the comments already.

You stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and drying yourself off. You slept naked so you just went to bed.

You heard the door open, shuffling, felt the bed dip and an arm drape over you. "Goodnight baby I won't be here when you wake up but, I'll be back in 2 weeks." He said kissing your cheek before falling asleep. 'Great just what I need' you thought.

No Chris for 2 weeks was like not eating for 2 weeks. Not Good. This is gonna give his fans time to bully you before turning back to normal. You didn't even notice tears slip down your face until you fell asleep.

You woke up to an empty bed. You picked up your phone and saw all the notifications coming from instagram. You knew what you would see if you clicked on it and even if you didn't want to click on it something just told you too.

Your fingers tapped on it And you instantly saw how Chris' photo was trending but not for the right reason. Comments like 'Why is she wearing that dress?' and 'Chris needs to find a new girlfriend' 'Obviously nobody likes her and Chris is putting on a fake smile.' really got to you.

'Maybe everyone is right.' You thought. You know how busy Chris was being an actor but, what are the odds he doesn't sleep with another woman. There are models, actors, and much more there so, why choose you? You just didn't understand. You then scrolled down and saw a picture of Chris with A/N (Actor Name) with the caption "The Better Couple" and couldn't help but get upset and throw your phone at the wall watching it shatter.

1 week later

Chris POV

I've been trying to call Y/n for a couple of days, but she hasn't been answering. I knew that I couldn't leave mid film but, the director said if we finish all our scenes today we can go home. I've been rushing and yelling at people to get it right because I just want to make sure she's ok.

"CUT! Good job everyone you did good I'll see you in 2 months." The moment he said that I literally ran out to my car. As I was driving I knew I passed the speed limit, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get to Y/n.

I pulled in the driveway and fumbled to open the door. Once I opened it I rushed upstairs, but I heard crying? I slowly opened the door and saw Y/n on the ground crying with tissue everywhere. "Y/n!"

Y/N POV

You didn't hear anything except the sniffles and crying. "Y/n!" You jumped hearing that, but also froze. You knew that voice... He sounded so concerned. You didn't want to turn around "Baby what's all of this?" He said, trying to look at your face.

"Y/n look at me." He said softly. You couldn't ignore that voice. You slowly turned around making eye contact with his face. "Y-y/n why are you c-crying?" He stuttered. You felt bad making him worry and you knew you couldn't hide from him anymore.

"Y-your f-fans." Your shaky voice said. "What do you mean?" He questioned while sitting beside you. "T they have been h-hating on me and they keep saying you need a prettier-" you were cut off "Shut up don't finish that sentence!" He snapped. You understood why he was mad.

"I chose you to be my girlfriend not my 'fans"." He grabbed your face looking in your eyes "I love you. Ok? Don't think about them. I'll deal with them later but, for you.... Get on the bed." He grabbed the end of your shirt and pulled it up revealing the bra he got you on your anniversary. "God you look so good and I haven't even got to your breast." He groaned, unclipping it from the back.

The bra fell on the floor being long forgotten as Chris cupped your breast "Omg darling I haven't even gotten to the best part yet!" He moaned loudly. He brought his mouth to your right nipple, swirling his tongue while massaging your left. "Your breasts are pretty and perky just how I like them." He said switching to the other.

After that he went up to your face and kissed you with much passion. He slowly kissed down your neck leaving hickeys going down to your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. "May I love?" He asked for permission "Yes." You don't remember the last time y'all made love, usually it's rough, but tonight is different.

He pulled down your shorts along with your panties slowly taking in your features from your beautiful puffy pussy. "Omg you're gonna make me cum in my boxers baby. You're so beautiful." He nibbled and kissed on your inner thigh.

He went to your clit and started licking around it. He didn't want to rush. Slowly he licked up and down making sure to apply little pressure. He went down to your slit humming at the taste of you "You taste so sweet!" He said making your cheeks heat up.

He used his fingers to spread your lips apart observing you. "So wet." He mumbled. Not wasting any time he dived in your wet core slowly licking from your slit to your clit.

You closed your eyes because of the pleasure "No baby open your pretty eyes, I want you to look at me as I devour you." He said hoisting your legs over his shoulders so he could eat you out and reach deeper.

His fingers pressing on your clit as he slipped his tongue into you, pressing his lips so close to you so you could feel his beard rubbing on your thighs

You were unable to stop moaning his name and gripping his hair so fucking tight because he was fucking you so good with his tongue and using his mouth perfectly.

Your moaning makes him feel better and way more confident so he'd moan so you could feel vibration into you and you could feel his smirk against your core.

"C-chris I-" you tried to tell him "I know, I know go ahead. Let me see you unravel beautifully." You tighten your legs around his head while saying it.

"Cum for me, princess." He watched as your orgasm took over because he loved the way you looked when you orgasmed, the way your body shivered and your fingers gripped his hair so tight and the way you breathlessly yelled his name, enjoying watching the way only he could make you feel.

You came seeing white not being able to process anything. "Good girl." Chris said slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you to get you down from your high.

Chris took all his clothes off and leaned over you and you tried to grab his cock. "No no this isn't about me love, it's about you." He said pushing you on your back. He pulled your legs apart and entered you with a groan. "God you're so tight!"

He rested his arm above you so he wouldn't squish you. Even though you thought you were big, Chris could put you up with ease "Look at me." He said, grabbing your chin softly.

He began softly moving his hips "I want you to know your beautiful." He then brought his finger down your clit. He knew that would drive you faster to your organism "You wanna cum? Hmm?" He said snapping his hips faster.

All you could do was nod "Tell me 3 things you like about your body." That threw off your whole mood but was brought back by him pounding faster "Go on say it." He pressured you "M-m-y H-hair." You stuttered "Yeah? I like your hair too, you wanna know why?" He questioned not losing speed "Because I can pull it back when I am pounding you to sleep and it's so pretty. Fans wish they had your hair." He ran his hands through it.

He pulled out putting you on top of him into a cowgirl position. "Tell me something else." He said, guiding your hips up and down "T-th-highs" You answer "Ah I like your thighs too you wanna know why?" He started pounding in you making, clapping noises echo around the room. "I love the way they suffocate me when you sit on my face and I eat you out." He told you to make you more red than you already were.

He grabbed you putting your back against his

stomach grabbing your face to look in his eyes "I want you to cum for me. If you love me you'll cum for me." He said pounding even harder that even "C Chris p-ple-" you were cut off by cumming. Your whole body shook as you came, not being able to register anything.

"Good girl. You did so well." He said slowing down just to flip you on your side into spooning. He rubbed his cock up and down your slit "C-chrisss." You whine from sensitivity "Shhh baby give me one more." He said entering you. He wanted a position that would let y'all lay there with pleasure.

He started off slow making sure not to overstimulate you too much. You just laid there limp, you didn't have any energy to say or do anything "C-cum in m-me pl pease." You begged. You felt bad for not letting Chris cum 3 times. "If you insist." He said pounding into you hard.

You clenched around him squeezing him so hard he let out a groan "God do that again please baby." You did it again "Fuck your gonna take my cum and make a beautiful baby. It's gonna piss the fans off." He said cumming.

Y'all laid there for a second catching your breaths. He got up and grabbed a washcloth and slowly cleaned you up. "Shh it's ok baby." He said as you whined. Once cleaned he laid down with you with your head in his chest "Thank you Chris." Your voice was groggy and scratchy from screaming "Don't thank me. You know I love you and I promise by 2 days the fans will be off you. I just wish you told me sooner." He admitted

"I know I didn't want to stress you out." You reasoned "Baby you know you're my number 1 priority. I don't care about anything or anyone except my family and your part of that." you both said good night and fell asleep.

For the first time in months you felt good sleeping.

[missacidburn928]

Was Feeling Some Type Of Way

So I sat down and this flowed out...(attach whichever fictional man you desire)

“Why are we like this? Why do I feel like I have to walk around on eggshells when you’re actually home? When did the raging fire inside me settle into smoldering ash? Was it when I could tell your mood by the sound of your steps coming down the hall? Or did you slowly beat it out of me with every hand you raised in anger? I never thought I would be in this situation. Swore I would never be that girl. But I was blinded by your façade of the perfect gentleman. The mask you hide behind in your day-to-day life. Like a true sociopath you mirror emotions with practiced perfection. A practically flawless performance. Hell, you had me fooled and under your spell. So much so, that I thought I deserved every unkind act you did to me. Every bruise, every fatigued muscle. And I begged for any crumb of affection you would bestow on me. Your good girl. Your perfect little whore.”

The look on his face is one I have yet to see before. It’s a mix of his usual mild annoyance when I speak my mind and the eyes of a man primed for the kill. To render my flesh from the bone.

But I’m no longer scared. He fucked up when he left me bloodied on the floor while he disappeared on business for weeks. The longest he has ever been away. While my body healed, so did my resolve to leave. But I wasn’t going to skirt away in the night. Oh, no. I was going to say my peace before I left this life behind. Knowing full well, I may not make it out of this house alive.

“I’m done riding this merry go round of delusion. I’m well past enjoyment and just full on nauseated. If I don’t attempt to remove myself now; I know that I will succumb to the ultimate escape. For like a butterfly captured in jar I only have so much air before your either free me or place me under glass for display.”

“You’re talking in riddles and nonsense. You love me. And you know how insanely in love with you I am. It’s how you’re able to drive me to do such crazy things. I have only ever hurt you because I get overwhelmed by my emotions, and I lash out. But I always make it up to you. I always come back. I would never turn my back on you. And you’re telling me that you’re what…leaving me? Like somehow, I’m just going to let you out that door without a fight.”

His eyes darken. “You. Are. Mine.” He takes a step in my direction. “I will chase you down to the ends of the earth if I need to and drag you all the way back kicking in screaming because the only place you should be allowed, is by my side.”

Unbeknownst to him, when he took the rather large step to try and intimidate me into submitting to his whims like in the past, he left a wide enough space behind him that lead straight to the partially opened front door. It was my one and only chance to break free.

Before I could think better of it, I cut to my left to make it around his large frame. Barely making it past the birth of him and the wall. With no time to waste I made a mad dash for the door. Wanting to be as far away from his reach as possible. As I crossed the threshold, I felt a finger slip into the back loop of my jeans…

[sstan-hoe]

𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂, 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏!

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!lloyd hansen x fem!pornstar!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You’re new in the industry and to the surprise of your boss and yourself you climbed the ranks in only a few months. Now you can act with the big stars and the first one is a complete asshole

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni., unprotected sex (well reader is on pill), gagging, choking, oral (f&m receiving) p in v, rough sex, degrading, slight dumbification.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — let's start vanilla on Lloyd here! @georgiapeach30513, like, reblog and comment! yeah I started a porn production and they have plots!!! I know, I know, something like this wow! But I want you to feel with them and I don't mean you masturbating. divider by @firefly-graphics

Being a porn star wasn’t your first choice of career, but the student loans had to be paid somehow. Your friend had set you up with the CEO of Barbers production who she knew as her boss.

It took her some convincing, she told you all about the perks; how it payed good, your safety and consent was first priority. For research purposes you googled some of the actors and all of them looked like they were made by gods.

You had known her since your first year at college and that was five years ago.

Not once had she mentioned anything about her job besides how busy, stressful, or free her schedule was. To be honest you always thought she was just jobless and lived on her parents money, but she was too proud to say it.

She gave you a date for an interview as soon as you told her you were ready, leaving you to wonder how long she had set it up.

When you met with the CEO Andy Barber, he gave you a list of kinks, a contract that also stated they took care of the health meaning his firm would pay for any costs. The list with kinks was for you to decide all the no go’s, what you were comfortable with and if wanted to add things.

After all was done, he showed you all his actors and with whom you start and their preferences. It was only a few, some you had already seen on your research like Ransom Drysdale or Air Levinson.

Out of curiosity you asked Andy if he was an actor too which earned you a heartfelt laugh. He answered with yes, but said he stopped three to four years ago.

With the contract signed and the first date set you were sent home.

All this was six months ago and today was your first time shooting with one of Barbers most popular stars; Lloyd Hansen.

You had heard a lot about him and saw him at a Christmas party once. Lloyd was a pure asshole, always made side remarks, treated people like crap and thought he was better than everyone.

However, he shared the top with Ari Levinson and Steve Kemp. Add to that, that he didn’t get along with anyone but Nick Fowler and Andy though that might only be because he’s the boss. About the others he had his opinions.

Now here you were on your way to the set in your pink bathing robe. Your thoughts are running wild, a part of you was excited about doing this but the other part not so much.

“Hey there! I’m your director Carter Baizen and I know you’re familiar with the procedure but I gotta do it. So, if you are uncomfortable in any way then we use the traffic light system. For green and yellow you can just whisper it with Lloyd, should he not hear it and the say it loud. For red say it out loud. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded. Consent is the most important part at Barbers Production, and everyone had to respect that.

You walked over to the scene, it was in a nice living room with a bedroom next to it and a build in kitchen. The storyline was about a stepfather fucking his stepdaughter which to be honest was gross but then yet again it was your job, and it wasn’t real.

A second later Lloyd walked in wearing a white bathing robe and a smug smirk on his lips.

“Lloyd my guy! You ready? Now as you know we use the traffic light system. Green and yellow you can whisper to one another unless the other doesn’t hear then loud, red of course always loud. Also, as you it’s her first time with you I want you to do little check-ups in between. Got it?” Carter instructed Lloyd who gave him a ‘got it’.

“Well hello sunshine. Ready to have the best sex in your life?” He asked cocking his eyebrow and the smirk still sitting on his lips. “Oh, I didn’t know I was shooting with Ari,” you responded knowing Lloyd always tried to be better than Ari.

Though this rival thing was going on since Lloyd and Ari started here at the production.

He became popular in the bdsm scene – you weren’t going to deep into this today – which gave him a massive advantage.

Lloyd’s expression changed into a glare, “mouthy little thing,” he muttered under his breath. “One remark makes me mouthy? What you’re not used to someone not crawling up your ass…” “Well certainly not from woman however mostly it me crawling up their asses.”

The smirk was back on his face and your turned into a disgusted expression. “When you get paid enough you do even the most disgusting things,” you replied lifting your chin.

“You forget here sunshine that if they don’t want to, they don’t have too…”

Carter watched the two of you bickering and one thing was for sure, you two had tension, chemistry which wasn’t the most important thing in the industry but definitely a plus. He had to admit that pairing the two of you was a fifty-fifty chance. From Andy he knew that you didn’t take shit from anyone including Lloyd. So, either this was legendary or catastrophic.

“Really? Your trash stash says something different, you look like a pervert.” Dammit what had he missed? Carter only spaced out for a short minute.

In Lloyd’s eyes Carter could see this was about to escalate. “You better-“ “Hey! Hey…how about we start shooting? Y/n you’re gonna walk around in your nighties and try to seduce Lloyd, no luck so we move to the shower where you try again, he leaves and lastly you guys have sex in the living room.”

“Wait people really like that?” you questioned before this you hadn’t shot a stepfamily video. Carter looked down a bit ashamed, “yeah, yeah they do.” Giving him a quite ‘wow’ you put away the bathing robe.

Lloyd put away his robe to revealing him in only a pair of swim shorts. Your eyes drifted over his perfectly sculptured, toned abbs. “Sunshine, I think you’re staring at me,” Lloyd’s voice made your eyes shoot up to his, “good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.”

“Okay, everyone get in position! We’re filming in five, four, three, two, one and action!” Carter yelled over the set.

You put on a seductive smile as you walked over to Lloyd who was leaning against the kitchen counter. Shaking your hips, you took slow steps forward. “Hey there daddy,” you said stroking your hand over his biceps which was surprisingly smooth.

He was quick to react and pushed you away from him, “wow! What are you doing? If you’re mom sees that.” Lloyd took a few steps backwards.

“Don’t worry she out for a trip with her friends and you have me all to yourself,” you didn’t know what you were doing. “I’m your stepfather! This can’t happen.” “Come on live a little daddy!” you called out with excitement. “Stop calling me that,” Lloyd demanded before walking away.

Leaving you in the kitchen with a pout. You sat down on the couch with a huff and turned the tv on. Shortly after you hear the shower start running and your lips curled into a smirk.

Stripping from your soft lilac night gown you exposed your naked body to the camera.

Quietly you walked to the bathroom, peaking the door open you could see Lloyd’s naked form. Your eyes drifted down to his erected cock which he was slowly stroking. You might hate him, but goddamn did you like what you were seeing.

Slowly you walked up behind him. The shower was open, and you could easily come up behind him without him noticing.

Lloyd groaned lowly as he rubbed his dick, he wouldn’t admit it, but your fierce energy made him this hard. His head dipped back the warmth of the shower consuming him in his pleasure.

You snaked your hand around Lloyd and put it around his dick gently following his movements. Peppering kisses along his back you moved his hand away from his erection.

“Yeah, keep going love,” “mhm try again daddy…” you whispered against the shell of his ear. Instantly Lloyd’s eye snapped open, and he fled from your grip.

“The fuck are you doing here? Fucking shit and cover yourself!” he threw a towel your way which you dodged. “Oh, come on I know you wanna fuck me,” you stepped closer backing him against the sink.

Lloyd had a hard time resisting you but couldn’t break character, “it doesn’t matter if I want to or not. You are my stepdaughter, I’m married to your mother!”

Your hands cradled his face, “she never has to know. We’re not blood, we can do what we want…” lips ghosting over his. “Give it to me…fuck me…fuck me rough, make me cry, fuck me until I can’t walk,” you begged him clawing your hands on his broad shoulders.

A growl came past his lips and Lloyd grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him. “Fine. You want me to fuck you rough? Make you cry like a little girl and treat you like a filthy whore?” “Yes, yes please daddy-.” He turned you around pushing you against the sink.

“Call me daddy again and you can’t sit straight for a week,” Lloyd hissed while one of his hands landed a firm slap on your ass. A gasp escaped you in response.

“Understood?” “Understood…” “Sir you call me sir and if you don’t you get punished.”

Lloyd dragged you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You smirked at him as you pushed up and your elbows and spread your legs giving him a perfect view on your pussy.

With a mischiefs smile Lloyd grabbed your ankles drawing you to the edge of the king-sized bed. “What a slutty pussy do we have here huh? I didn’t even touch you yet and here you are dripping like the whore you are….” His words send shivers down your spine.

Letting his finger trail up your body he moved above you. Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Whining into his mouth desperately.

Everything to stay in role you thought to yourself. You didn’t necessarily have to kiss your fellow actors unless in fitted the role you were given and here it wasn’t required.

Without thinking Lloyd kissed you back, the same thought running through his mind.

His hands moved down to your wrists taking them from himself. One of his hands gripped both of your wrists as the other longed for the belt that laid a few inches away from your head. He tied your wrist together having to poke another hole in the belt.

Going back down he was eye to eye with your cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, and he lapped your pussy like a starved man. Moaning loudly, you wiggled against the belt.

You wanted to touch him, grip his hair, and shove his face deeper inside you. His moustache teases your bundle in the best kind of way.

However as much as you loved the way he made you feel, you hated it. You hated him with your guts, but that man knew what he was doing, and you enjoyed it. His tongue circled your hole before diving in. One hand let go of your thigh and joined his tongue.

Two fingers curling inside of you while his tongue played with you bundle of nerves. You squeezed his fingers when they hit your sensitive spot. “Damn such a tight cunt for such a whore. If two of my fingers barley fit, how are you gonna take my fat cock?”

“Oh, but I know a slut like you would do everything for a cock wouldn’t she? A dumb whore who doesn’t know better is only after cock,” he continued.

Slowing down his movements Lloyd admired your torn expression.

He loved that he could see how conflicted you were with him giving you this kind of pleasure and still hating him.

Letting out a high-pitched whine as Lloyd didn’t stop teasing you, you tried rolling your hips for more pleasure. Instead, his hand pushed your hips back down, “little slut…are that desperate? What you wanna come? Want your sir to relieve you?”

Quickly you nodded your head not able to form words. “Words whore.” Lloyd slapped your cunt the moment he didn’t hear any words from you. “Yes, sir I want you to relieve me.”

“What a shame I don’t want to,” he said and stood up. Whining you reached for him with your hips longing for his sinful mouth again. “No, the only way you’re coming today is on my cock because that what a whore like you wants right? The only thing you think about all day is to be a whore for a cock.”

The tip of his dick graced your leaking hole using the juice from as lube. Without warning you he pushed himself inside stretching you out.

His hands rested on either side of your head, “fuck tight as a virgin. How is your cunt still this tight when you’re such a slut.” Groaning he seated himself deeper into your pussy.

“Move, please move sir…” you whimpered. Complying Lloyd moved back and forth, the first few thrusts went slow and then he rutted into you. For better grip he wrapped his right hand around your throat.

With Lloyd destroying your pussy, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear, and hitting all the right spots at the same time you felt the familiar knot building in your stomache.

Clenching your walls together around Lloyd's cock causing a loud moan from his lips to escape. He squeezed your throat in response.

Here you were making the filthiest noises when Lloyd could break everything with the sound of his moan. Never in your life before had you heard a sound that turned you on like this.

“Does the sound of my moan turn you into a little slut? Oh no, wait! You already are a slut!” you wanted to answer him but all that came from you was a blabbering sound.

“Oh, have I fucked you dumb already?” He questions with a mocking pout.

You tried shaking your head as much as you could with Lloyd's hand laced around your throat. “I-I come…sir come I” you stammered around.

The sound of flesh slapping together could be heard around the entire set. “You wanna come? Then work for it whore,” with that he turned you around.

He laid on his back with you sitting on his cock. The sudden change of position and angle making you moan pornograficly.

His cock hit spots that you didn't even know about until now.

Taking a deep breath you began moving your hips in circular motions. “Are you this dumb or do just act like it? Are you a dumb fucking whore? Are you so dumb that you can't even ride me properly?”

His hand went back to your hips moving them up and down while pushing his hips against yours.

The tight grip caused bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for me little slut, cum for your sir like a whore should.”

You collapsed on Lloyd from the intense orgasm he gave you. You already knew you were going to sleep for hours after this and to be honest you could sleep already.

“Now don't fall asleep on me whore, you still have to make me cum.” He pushed you away from him to stand up.

His erection glistening with your cum, gripping your hair he pulled you to him.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Doing so he directly pushed his cock into your mouth. You could taste your own cum mixed with his pfecum, having you pussy thrombin.

Lloyd brutally fucked your throat. For a moment stopped to let you gag on his cock causing tears to spring in your eyes.

“Whores don't get to breathe,” he told you.

You whimpered wanting his cum already. As if he heard your thoughts Lloyd let go and fucked his cum down your throat admiring the bulge he made. A relieved moan coming from his soft lips.

A moment of silence fell between the two of you. Making eye contact felt like another world.

Then Carter's loud ‘cut’ rang through the set. “Amazing!!! You can put the robes back on, shower and leave for the day! Oh, y/n how was it? Would you do it again? Maybe go a bit more into bdsm this time?”

You looked at him with a tired smile as you put the robe back on. “Yeah sure! However I would start slowly if that's okay?”

Carter waved you off, “of course that's okay! I gotta see…we could start with Fowler…” before he could finish you interrupted him. “We don't have to do it right now! Just schedule something with Bunny and text me.” You told him and walked away for a needed shower.

Lloyd watched you take off, “you give her to anyone but me and I will have you fired,” he whispered to Carter.

Speechless he watched Lloyd walk away wearing a satisfied smirk.